Britain

Mugabe was Right Ian Buckley finds himself in begrudging agreement
with an African dictator 
"Robert Mugabe recently stated that Britain was a rotting, decadent
country run by a government of gay gangsters. However galling it may
be to be lectured to and insulted by the likes of Mugabe, his comments
have the distressing air of truth about them. 
What words could suffice to describe the politicians who have reduced
us to such a plight? Though loaded with titles and baubles, they may
not unfairly be described as the scum of the earth, who have given us
thirty years of relative decline and twenty years of absolute decline.
Once upon a time, in the April 1949 edition of National Geographic, to
be precise, Sir Evelyn Wrench, head man at the English-Speaking Union,
effused that: "The Tyne is a scene of ceaseless activity. Britain
builds more than half of the world's shipping tonnage." Fifty years
on, the Tyne's dockyards are silent and the gulls sweep down on rusty,
muddy pools. 
The only printable words that come to mind to describe those who have
allowed this to happen are the words used by Louis Cohen to describe
his former associates, the South African Randlords: "The greatest
rascals nature ever spawned, and who would sell their souls if a
purchaser could be found for such vile trash." 
Corruption, half-truth and downright lies flourish in the foetid
atmosphere of British public life. I don't know if it's some civil
servant's idea of a bizarre joke, but the monthly announcement of the
new, very low, unemployment figures always seem to come on the same
day as that of yet more massive job losses. This rather obvious bit of
humour was a little tempered this November with the adjusted dole
tally given on the day before the customary 1,000-plus redundancies.
Naturally, the firms involved in such job cutbacks are almost
invariably the expendable satellites of US, German or Japanese parent
companies. 
Everything is up for grabs. The stage is set for the privatisation of
the world! A minor, though distasteful, development in this line has
been the new spate of sales of Roman Catholic churches. Places of
worship are now turned into yuppie flatlets or warehouses without
rhyme or reason, just sacrificed to the almighty god of cash.
Contemptible - when one considers that such buildings were financed by
the pennies of the poor. I bet the latter could never have envisaged
the baseness of the smarmy ecclesiastical types infiltrated after the
Second Vatican Council. 
Disabled on the scrapheap
Amid the porn, violence and unclassifiable garbage now seen on our
television screens, one interesting nugget cropped up recently in the
late-night schedules. This was called Life on the Breadline.
Insomniacs or video-recorder adepts could see a disabled ex-teacher
and his social worker wife trembling and weeping with fear in their
Norfolk cottage as a Labour Government chopped their benefits. A
delightful spectacle for an allegedly civilised country to exhibit,
don't you think? Vote Labour and give the disabled ex-teacher a good
kick up the rear! There is no animal so stupid that it doesn't defend
itself when under attack, unless that animal be the modern white
Briton! 
Non-perception of elementary realities is part of this pathology too.
One could indeed take a bag of sewage sludge and place it in a shiny
box labelled, say, New Labour Super Detergent, and no doubt there
would be plenty who would buy it! 
As a symptom of the crumbling society, the crime wave has spread even
to places like rural Sussex, where Dame Vera Lynn has been burgled an
astonishing nine times! But sympathy for the victim might be tempered
by the reflection that all the chaos we see around us is, in
substantial part, an indirect consequence of Britain's Pyrrhic victory
in World War II. Be careful, because you may one day get what you
prayed for, as the old saying goes. Some, of course, just manage to
escape the consequences of the world they help to create. If Vera's
pal, Arthur Harris, had lived just a few years longer, he might have
been accidentally shot by a drug-dealer while on his way to the annual
'Bomber Reunion Dinner' at the Manchester Free Trade Hall! 
What, too, can be said of a country which wages a ruthless, undeclared
and largely unreported air war against Iraq? This has taken a bizarre
turn in recent months, with British and American forces staging
bombing raids on flocks of sheep and their shepherds in the area
around Mosul. Apparently, the Iraqis haven't yet turned their mosques
into auto-part warehouses, but our aviators have wrecked them anyway,
turning 1,500-year-old shrines into roofless rubble. But of course,
readers of this magazine know well enough that the bombing of Iraq is
not 'our' conflict, any more than the Boer War was. Like Germany in
the later stages of World War II, Iraq is the supine recipient of an
unbelievable ancient hatred and malice delivered in the form of high
explosive bombs. Sanctions have claimed the lives of 500,000 Iraqi
children, who have perished for want of simple food and medical
supplies. 
Media glossing over holocaust
The official media in this country have ignored or condoned the Iraqi
holocaust, a misdeed whose grim details are better established and
authenticated than some other claimed atrocities. The Liverpool Echo
of the October 7th 1999 cheerily commented under the heading of
'Arabian Nights': "Four Liverpool lads are flying the flag for
Merseyside aboard the Royal Navy's oldest Type 42 destroyer. They are
on patrol in the Arabian Gulf aboard HMS Birmingham as part of a
multi-national force whose task is to enforce United Nations sanctions
against Iraq." Naturally, the Echo didn't say that over a million
Iraqis have been liquidated by UN sanctions! 
These Liverpudlians who have, perforce, been turned into Madeleine
Albright's (unwilling?) executioners all came from areas like Bootle,
Walton or Huyton. When they serve in the Navy, is it really to aid or
protect the inhabitants of some of the most deprived places in
Britain? While they fight someone else's war, I wonder if they reflect
on how little the powers that be in this country have done for their
own people. 
Readers who think that some of my articles are a little apocalyptic
should try listening to the Merseyside local radio stations. Numerous
callers on the phone-in programmes tell disturbing tales of how crime
and drugs are tearing apart one Liverpool community after another.
Granted, such districts were never over-prosperous, but not so long
ago they were decent and friendly places. Now even city parks are
wastelands, wrecked after years of cutbacks, with floral clocks and
palm houses replaced by hypodermic needles and empty bottles formerly
containing cheap strong alcohol. 
Decay at home and futile conflict abroad are part of the same axis of
decadence and corruption. But there are now signs that that axis is
starting to wobble. More and more ordinary people are beginning to
wake up to the fact that free trade means the destruction of
livelihoods, and that the bottom line of 'globalisation' is the ruin
of national identity and existence. 
The fight to regain our freedom and dignity is beginning. History is
on the move, and history cannot be stopped!"
Spearhead Online 


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