ENGLISHMEN … wATCHING THE ASSAULT ON THEIR NATION & HOME ?
Ric Polansky ©
Existentialist Franz Kafka once defined modern man as someone “that fornicates, smokes cigarettes and reads the newspapers”, as if no other values existed in his life.
The average bar stool critic could probably agree if reading the world through England’s diversely opinionated broadsheets and tabloids giving their particular versions of what realities really are happening out there. The divergence is always fragmented and opaque. Headlines on one paper are nestled behind the tits and movie reviews in another.
One common denominator that is constant among the papers is that England is losing it. Judging from the tabloid renditions of England’s current state of affairs: the nation has lost an empire in just fifty years and whose winching wet troublesome “do gooders” have given away centuries of civilization’s benefits to clever asylum seekers. The new wave of immigrants don’t even have to fight the nonexistent bureaucratic screening regulations. All that is needed is nothing more that a banal command of the English language, enough to talk back and to bring into question whether or not the vaunted past’s empire building was nothing more than the authentic wanton rape and pillage of the dumb and ignorant masses of India and Africa.
Those fane tourists that are in reality illegal immigrants just staying on—and have already learned the language are well prepared once their legal visa’s expire to initiate a belligerent legalistic dialogue that always bring into question and confrontation old established social values with their immediate necessity for housing and food handouts. This leaves the system’s process endlessly mired in a mess of officially perpetuated paperwork and no resolutions.
Giving vote and voice to the popular Christian sharing sentiments of the 50’s, 60’s and 70’s swayed the day and falsely convinced English society that it was greater than what in reality it could afford. England became a welfare state to the world forgetting their own. Now the surviving UK resident carries the burden of exorbitant taxes to support other’s “comfort allowances.” John Bull’s gracious give away culture means that today he must endure a one in four risk during the calendar year of either having his car stolen, house robbed or mugged while enjoying his self created welfare Utopia. Not a healthy perspective for the pride of nations that waxed Napoleon nor much consolation for those wizened wrinkled white haired wonders that fought Hitler’s juggernaut to a standstill.
Where does England go from here? Those leaving have already decided. The greatest exodus since the arrival of the Vikings has been recorded in the last two years. It is no longer “why put up with the weather syndrome” that has driven them from their Sunday roast lunches and weekday pub crawls. In short, the ordinary Brit is pulling up stakes and emigrating to a different place to live, whether it be for personal safety or peace of mind. He will be comforted in that he no longer is paying exorbitant taxes to relish benefits on others. Those remaining behind must balance their own life styles precariously on a knifes edge in the shadow of a bourgeoning violent society and a dilapidated national medical program that can’t look after him-- being already overcome by the new non contributing arrivals. Yet, new arrivals still come in herds, braces and gaggles through the tunnel, daily flights as tourists, and as crew on boats joyously leaping on the gravy train to ride lickity split to the life of free handouts and no accountability.
Who is responsible for the debacle? It goes without saying, the government. A ruling body so out of touch with the common folk due to its obsessive dedication of doing universal goodness and arriving above public opinion that it has allowed foreign societies to sprout up within England; ethnic enclaves spawning not just a foreign tongue but different customs, mores and screening themselves from unenforceable UK laws that vary from the arrival’s back home traditions. The modus de operendi has been to change England’s own heritage and language to accommodate the new comers wishes.
When England quit being England and decided to arise above the morass of national hegemony to the celestial realms of open handed give-aways to anybody and everybody it lost its own battle of personal identity and self reliant greatness. (The fall of Russian communism more than proved if you give away welfare benefits—workers are no longer bothered to earn those same benefits—they are gifted anyway).
Where is England? the England of Stonehenge, the magna Carta, the England that stopped the Spanish armada, the England that made the broken provinces of the Raj into a unified India; the England that traced the Nile, that guarded the Suez, that brought peace and civilization to many a backward cannibalistic region—now entering the dismal pages of history as a footnote—ending without a bang but a whimper.
There is salvation in reading history. Greece and Rome are two prime examples of learned and expressive civilizations that sowed their seeds wide and profusely, yet who also fell by the wayside. The word is implode—which is no more than trading the vigorous values that once made them powerful for a daily life of leisure, relaxation and a keen view of the games. A feet up “sun downer” comfort zone that doesn’t allow recognition of those holding lesser values pounding at the doors. What good is a man’s castle if he not defend it? Simpler systems that do not question, that analyse nothing, that beat and march to their own didactic drums are on the move. Criticism of what they do or how they do it isn’t tolerated, convert or die.
Should we add “spectator” to Kafka’s list of minimization? Is the modern Englishman enjoying watching the events so much that he is reluctant to protect his inherited values? Does he snore while the walls of his own castle are assaulted?
What has become of the empire that was? The roaring lion, guardian, home land protector and shield against the invaders. Could it be that he too has gone walk about to join his heraldic mate the Unicorn-- off in a search for never never land?
