Guy Leven-Torres
6th March 2012
I have dismantled what was left of the various names and alliances I wrote for. One must admit it was at times quite difficult to to write in a manner that would play everybody's strings in some semblance of harmony. The UK today does not sound terribly harmonious and the discordance is becoming daily more apparent. In truth I have reached the end of my tether and patience, not that I started out with much anyway. I have always railled against ignorance and stupidity but especially incompetence. It is like a deep red rag to a very angry bull in a teashop. People ask me how I can judge what is stupid? My answer is simple- anything that militates against commonsense and Mother Nature. As if to bear witness to this fact I suffered a bout of temporary madness last week, the result of a debilitating illness politely called 'neurasthenia' I have had since a callow youth. I brought this on myself because I refused to follow sensible advice and rest, or even stop my writings and rants that have tried in vain to get this country to awake from its chronic torpor of indifference and apathy. I feel like the Greek mythical hero Odysseus tied to his ship's mast, his crew's ears plugged with wax, as he screams his longings for the sirens call to crash the ship on the savage rocks upon which the sirens sit luring passing ships to their doom. Only my predicament is the opposite to our Greek hero.
In my legend I am the one with plugged ears deaf to the blandishments of multiculturalism and cheap credit, or European dreams of a United States of whatever it is they wish to unite...perhaps an entity stretching from John O'Groats to the Persian Gulf if my concerns are correct. Meanwhile the ship's crew row ever faster and with increased keeness towards the sirens waiting at the cliff's edge- the cliff that we are all going to tumble over very shortly.
This country is nothing like the one I was born into. It is weird actually; indeed like some rewritten novel by Franz Kafka or melting national timepiece in one of those rather clever paintings by Salvador Dali. Why am I so different from others? Why do they not see what I see and react with the same level of shock and alarm that I do? People, even so called 'Euro-sceptics' appear almost indifferent to their predicament for all they do is talk, followed by more talk. Talk is cheap, as the saying goes but so is writing and both the words and the intended deeds written therein, will remain cheap unless acted upon. Perhaps I was too naïve and hopeful of a result- a result and outcome that I now full understand to be an impossible one. In short I have been a fool to believe that words alone, could ever have achieved much, so giving the lie to the supposed truth that the 'pen is mightier than the sword'; it isn't I am afraid.The UK is well and truly 'stuffed'. It probably was long before I entered the fray. Enoch Powell was years ahead of myself and other so called 'prophets'. Perhaps my father put it best of all....
'The people of Britain today are different people from yesterday'.....
No doubt the Eurosceptic vs multicultural charade will continue to act out its fake war a few months even a few years more but the dye is cast and the UK and Europe, are set upon a course from which there can be no escape. Islam is waiting in the wings to hug and smother you in its coils. Like the Romans of old the opposing camps of the various heresies will continue to chatter and argue over this and that, while new political parties form, each one promising to be a different from all the rest, as in 'We'll save the Realm' or 'There shall always be an England vote for us!'- all of it akin to the proverbial bovine waste that most of them spout.
Sorry to be cruel but that England or United Kingdom is long gone, finally ruined by 15 years of New Labour rule that saw migrants reach figures approaching 20,000,000 according to some statistics I have and supported by supermarket sales receipts. There are I am sure nigh on 7,000,000 Moslems in the UK alone- Just look at the numbers of births in our inner cities that are two out of three and whole areas now 90% Asian. On thes figures alone, Moslem and other births will have already outstripped native whites, most of whom are now well beyond child bearing age and over 50 years. In most city schools migrants make up 90% of all classes and the British are not interested in breeding any more but rather in being nice to homosexuals who seek to supplant the former as the main orthodoxy. Buggery does not produce children, whereas marriage does, even if the Tories and David Cameron and his neo Marxist libertarian friends like to deny it, in their zealous pursuance to destroy marriage as a sole prerogative of male and female, to replace it with a weird androgynous scheme of civil temporary childless 'unions'.
Same sex 'unions' are on the whole far less stable than traditional male-female marriage- children bind more readily than self love. Nature abhors a vacuum by the way and the substitution of queerness in place of heterosexuality will simply permeate and spread the inherent profligacy, unhappiness, instability and misery of that 'lifestyle' throughout the rest of the population, now denied their traditional place, as it has. Things and themes exist simply because of their nature, not in spite of it- remove or change it and it no longer exists. When fools in the Media rant about bigotry of people like myself and angry priests, who fully comprehend the results of where we are headed, accusing us of being 'outdated' or in 'this day and age' they simply confirm their allegiance to fashionable shallow politics and tastes of the day but also display their poor understanding and total inability to think through, or fully comprehend where their rush to destroy centuries of tradition and law are headed- into oblivion just like the race itself.
This is the politics of death and cultural extinction- self perpetuated genocide to satisfy the selfish cravings and spite of a demented sexual minority. There is nothing more I can do. I did but try but like many others who tried as well, I failed not that I had any real chance of success but at least my conscience is clear....
Guy