Tyranny and Ineptitude in High Places
The End Times of Albion, Part 8
by Seneca III
May the Good Lord save us all
At 1300 hrs BST on Saturday 14th July 2018 I sent this to GoV:
It looks as if the Met may be setting up a confrontation between ‘Stand up to Racism’ and the ‘Welcome Trump’ marchers combined with the ‘Free Tommy Robinson’ rally. The last will already be established in Whitehall coming in from the North whilst the ‘Welcome Trumpers’ have been directed to join up with them via a roundabout route and also approach from the North; the ‘Stand up to Racism’ lot have been given free rein to approach however they wish from the South along Whitehall from their assembly point in Palace Yard.
Quote: Chief Superintendent Elaine Van-Orden said: “Our message is simple: if you wish to protest peacefully, that is your right and we want to work with you. If you commit criminal acts or breach the conditions of the event, you are liable to be arrested.”
I suspect the plan may be to let ‘Stand up to Racism’ kick off against the other two groups at the junction of Whitehall with Horse Guards and who will, naturally, defend themselves and thus give Plod the chance to wade into them and set them up as the fall guys.
I do hope not, but if that is the case I hope that at least some of the good guys read and digested Part 6B.
As it happened
It has long been understood in certain quarters that the collective IQ of the senior ranks in the Met is nothing to write home about. Apart from a significant percentile of them being career-box-ticking graduates of the Common Purpose Collective with degrees in politics, sociology, underwater basket-weaving, or with an affirmative-actioned Master of Philosophy degree in criminology from Fitzwilliam College, Cambridge, there aren’t too many creative free-range neurons bouncing around.
Essentially, impartial planning is not their forte, although they do pretty well at buggering about those people whom they have been conditioned to regard as ‘Deplorables’. Hence on Saturday out came the threatening flyers concerning Section 12 of the Public order Act 1986, together with the route to be taken by the Welcome Trump crowd when they joined up with the Free Tommy Robinson rally.
This is the Met’s original plan:
The planned route for the Welcome Trump march. It is not the shortest 0.8 blue dotted one but the longest grey one possible bringing them in from the North via St. Martin-in-the-Fields — the one and only route the Welcome Trump Rally could take to join up with the Free Tommy Robinson protest.
[N.B. I recall from years ago that there was once a requirement for a senior officer to take over command of the (traffic?) planning unit. This required some ability in mathematics. The guy who was eventually promoted was the only officer who, in those pre-calculator days, could handle simple arithmetic using a pencil and paper — he held the highest mathematics qualification of all the candidates at the required (high) rank…it was a GCE in Maths (Junior High School Diploma in the US) and he got the job. London traffic has never been the same since.]
However, to add insult to injury, the delegation of authority to localised commanders contained in the last line in the flyer shown above is probably what was utilized when the Welcome Trump gathering were told that they were now forbidden to march as planned and authorised, but that they must make their way individually in groups no larger then two, displaying neither banners nor flags, or they would be arrested, prosecuted and heavily fined.
Yet, the Met had already promulgated that the Section 12 provisions DID NOT APPLY TO ‘STAND UP TO RACISM’ AND THEY WERE FREE TO PROCEED HOWEVER THEY WISHED, the inevitable result of this favoured status was to make it possible for these masked Antifa to attack the peaceful Free Tommy/Welcome Trump combined group sometime later in the proceedings…
…when at least a few of the Plod must have realised that the whole mess they had organised had gone pear-shaped, thanks to the incubus and succubus of Londonistan…
…Caliph Khan and the Epithet Redacted.
So, finally, as there really is little more to say about this orchestrated debacle, and in order to try and balance public perception of the whole weekend, herewith some examples of the amusing Anti-Trump rally on Saturday 13th — it’s a novice’s Guide to the Deviant Zoo…
Homo sado-masoch: Can’t do much damage in a bun fight because they keep tripping over their chains and strangling each other. Homo alphabet soup: The ‘Confused’, bless them. Treat them kindly or they will burst into tears and wet themselves.
Homo non-smokus: …I think…???
Homo hormonal self-castratus: Charming! and definitely not to be put to stud under any circumstances.
Homo sweetypoofus: Fearsome creatures! — they have been known to mince out of a gay bar and try to beat people to death with a piece of scented pantyhose.
Meanwhile, in Durham yesterday, Police stop a man from flying the Union Jack…
…and at Speakers’ Corner another uniformed thug frog-marches a boy out of the area for wearing a red MAGA cap and flying the Stars and Stripes [vulgar language warning]:
May the Good Lord save us all.
— Seneca III, on the one hand feeling rather comfortable with being normal and on the other trying to suppress a deep and murderous rage, this 16th day of July 2018
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