I was around 7 when I saw policemen, whose salary hardly fed them and their families, die right in our doorstep defending us from commie guerrillas bent on cutting our throats. Yes, men who ate bread and a little cheese as a main meal gave their lives defending a couple of spoiled little rich kids. That is all I said to Constable Hackworth, who asked me about Rod Liddle, whom he greatly admires: “He’s even nicer than he looks,” was all I said. The constable went on his way and I on mine, but I kept thinking of him the rest of the morning, and what life would be like without cops—and Hamburg hadn’t yet taken place. Two hundred officers injured by professional anarchist scumbags, and the mayor of New York among the scum, peacocking and chest-puffing and leading them on. This is what trendy lefty politics have led us to.
Let’s face it. There is a concentrated drive by the left to gain power by intimidation, and certain British “institutions” are in cahoots. Jeremy Corbyn has been a loser all his life, and now “our” young are clamoring for him to become top banana. As the duchess who stepped into a brothel by mistake said, “Er…something’s very wrong here.” Like when there’s more outrage over an accident (Grenfell) than a deliberate act of multiple murders (Manchester). (…)
The fascist left calls anyone who doesn’t agree with them racist, so it’s time to take away their slogan by saying yes, and proud of it. Being a racist has nothing to do with race; it has to do with order and shutting down those posturing demagogues of the left.