Prompted in part by UKIP’s devastating losses in last Thursday’s local elections, Seneca III sends these thoughts on the current gloomy state of affairs in the United Kingdom.
The End Times of Albion
by Seneca III
There is a time to live and a time to die; a time to let live and a time to kill. Just as the rhythms of the seasons and the tides of great waters rise and fall, the seasons and tides of human affairs do likewise, and they do indeed try men’s souls.
In the UK contempt and abject hatred have, in the mind of the indigenous majority, replaced a naïve belief that probity, public safety and our continued existence as an homogenous culture are the defining hallmarks of our nation’s institutions. Consequently, all trust in our Legislative and its Executive arms has been lost.
Starting in Parliament and descending through several layers to the corrupted Rotten Boroughs in the Occupied Territories a malignant ideological cancer has taken hold and spread far beyond the point where the mechanisms of democratically elected governance can excise it. Democracy, combined with mass immigration and pathological altruism, has become the God that failed.
In quasi-private organisations which are fully or partly funded from taxpayer’s pockets, either directly or indirectly, this cancer has found other homes… take English Heritage, the National Trust and Oxfam as examples, as well as the BBC.
The police, the judiciary and the legal profession as a whole no longer possess anything resembling a moral compass nor any conception of the abiding necessity to sustain a British homeland for long-heritage British people.
In the education sector learning has been cast aside and replaced by indoctrination. Generations of children will now grow to maturity without a functional and enquiring mind of their own, and thus their future will be defined by a modern form of feudalism wherein they will be the serfs.
Feudalism arises when a civilisation begins to decline or collapse, when the central authority is no longer able to maintain order, and local power centres emerge to control specific areas and their inhabitants. It is a return to a default position such as we now see in a variant form in the no-go areas and their adjacent epicentres of large-scale criminality unrestrained by central authority, for example in Tower Hamlets, Bradford, Rotherham, Telford et al., and in the general anarchy that is now so much a part of life in areas of London and other major cities.
Inevitably, wherever one looks, brushfires are smoldering, and should a single spark ignite but any one of them it will rapidly spread to others and become a wildfire of unpredictable magnitude. Thus, we need some serious firebreaks, we need them now, we won’t find them in what was once the Mother of Parliaments and certainly not in the EU*, so we will have to create them for ourselves from scratch…
…or kiss our children’s future goodbye and condemn them to nothing but a short, brutal existence in their now culturally enriched lives:
|*||1st January 1973 — The first devious machinations of an embryonic Euro-Empire, corrupt to begin with and corrupt to the end, began to take effect under the guise of a free trade organization ingenuously presented as the EEC. Sailor Heath and his Political, Big Business, Banking and Civil Service fellow travelers, who could spot a taxpayer-funded honey pot ripe for the taking when they saw one, manipulated us and lied to us with gleeful alacrity.
— Seneca III, cold beer in hand as Middle England teeters on the edge of oblivion, this 4th day of May 2018.
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