About this time yesterday, a woman who found herself propelled from not quite rags to riches did what lots of others have done for about three million years or so. And now it seems the whole country is supposed to go ape with delight.
Well I feel sorry for the poor kid.
A large chunk of the population already hate him because of the wealth and privilege he already claims, wealth the like of which only a jew prime minister can hope to get close to rivalling.
I guess I may not be Mr Popular for writing this but it has to be said.
It has come to my notice that a Norwegian woman who thought she would be respected in the lands ruled by the cult of the dead paedophile has found out the hard way just how much of a bloody fool she is.
Thinking that her "skill" in "interior design" would actually get her the same sort of respect in the sand-shithole land of the arab that it might bring in the West, the silly bitch not only buggered off to tax-free Abu Dhabi to earn a fortune but went out partying the night away.
Last week I went for a wander to the bank that currently (but not for much longer) holds my current and business bank accounts.
Having been "rolled over" by a tosser of an agency who failed to send me the contract before I started the work for the client - and thus caught me in a nasty clause that says "yes my invoices will be paid weekly but not until 28 days after the client approves the first one" I find myself once again waiting for the best part of ten grand I am owed.
It seems the 98.1% majority white population of a certain northern town are to be chastised for voting with their wallets.
Full details and a particularly fine example of the way this claptrap is being spun as a real concern can be read here
An astute 46 year old businesswoman (she must have nigerian parents) has hit upon a truly spiffing way to generate business for her failing "caribbean culture cafe" in what has to be the last stronghold of the white race in the UK.
One Hundred Years ago today a firebrand militant committed an act of reckless stupidity that would cost them their life four days later. I think it is appropriate to ask "was it worth the bother considering the contempt we are still held in".
I refer of course to the suicidal act of Emily Davison who chose to throw herself under the hooves of the King's horse and thus ruin a perfectly good day at the Races for the elite who gave not a toss for the "hoi polloi". Davison was dragged off to lie in an Epsom hospital gravely wounded until she shuffled off this mortal coil from her injuries. These days medical advances have reached the point where I have little doubt she would have lived to face charges of terrorist activity.
But it is the legacy of her action which I wish to speak of.
I almost decided against writing this article given the solemn nature of the last two posts, but in the end I decided it has to be said, because when you stop and think about it, what has happened is yet another deliberate attack on everything the country I grew up in believed in and stood for.
I am sure all of you who read this article from an address in the UK will already know that one of the most bizarre, mad, lunatic and yes downright dangerous "sporting" events that used to take place every year on the upcoming bank holiday took place on a hill outside Gloucester that is steeper than the launch ramp Eddie The Eagle Edwards would ski-jump from.