Brexit: The Cities, the Shires and the Open Sea

At the end of this month Brexit will become a reality. Or will it somehow yet again be postponed? Our English correspondent Seneca III has some thoughts on the matter.

Brexit: The Cities, the Shires and the Open Sea

by Seneca III

In eight days and eight nights as of this writing I will greet the rising sun on the first day of February 2020 with much the same status as I unknowingly did seventy-eight years ago as I entered into this life as a free-born child of England, but I incline to say “much the same status as”, because my freedom, as tentative now as it was then, will not be complete. Yes, our D-Day does hover on a near horizon — in this case just over a week away — but its success or failure is as unpredictable now as it was in June 1944.

Thanks to over four decades of scheming, surrender-treaty-signing politicians we will at best still face almost a year subject to binding EU controls, restrictions and judgements and to the continued payment of huge membership fees to an organisation of which we will no longer be a member and from which we will receive no benefit (if we ever did), plus, at the end of it all, paying thirty-nine billion pounds of ransom money to finally escape its clutches.*

The terms and conditions of this robbery at legal gunpoint are enabled and enforced by the chains those treaties acceded us to. That the ends of those chains are firmly in the hands of an implacable enemy construct across the Channel to which our groveling governing classes pay obeisance is humiliating and dangerously detrimental to our financial and sovereign future.

And, just to ice the cake of our subservience, the rape and plundering of our fishing grounds by EU Seine Net, Electrification and Beam-Dragging Mega-Trawlers will continue at an accelerating pace to the point where, with their food chains destroyed from the bottom up, those waters will have become near sterile wildernesses by the time we get them back eleven months later.

Yet, on that day of days when we at least partially pull the plug, I will still stand proud to be British, to be one miniscule part of a Union and a people who, despite several decades of subtle deceits and nigh on four years of high treason in the corrupted Mother of Parliaments have, for the umpteenth time since the Norman invasion and the third time in the last hundred years, found the will and the courage to resist and repel yet another attempt at foreign hegemony over the once green and pleasant land that is this small wind-swept archipelago in the North Atlantic. And possibly even saved Europe from itself in the process.

Still, I am foremost minded of the fact that at that at 2300 hours on the 31st we will still have that long, uncertain year’s slog ahead of us, a hopefully beneficial progress we might at least be able to sustain for a short span, but only for a short span because the singular triumph of Brexit which succeeded against all odds over this latest attempt to subordinate us to the beat of different drummers is not the linear and forward looking process it would appear to be. It is in actuality a small length of arc on the circumference of the closed circular course of our political affairs where a precession that, if not recognised or accepted with insouciance and thus immediately rejected, always tends to produce another attempt at dominance by inimical entities either from either within or without. Or both.

Yet the rise and fall of the circumstances that time imposes upon the lives of We the Common Man, on our hopes and dreams, on our freedom from the yoke of others, on our desire to live out our days as we wish, invariably moves beyond our control as a few small successes soon distract our attention from the reality. That is a thing of negligent memory or a propensity to fail to carefully observe and understand the immutable course of human affairs.

The acquisitive political classes and the eternal recidivists populating every aspect of our supposed ‘democratic’ nation state will, sooner rather than later, return as the same old tyrants camouflaged in slightly different ideological cloth whilst attempting to grasp the levers of power once again. If we win this one, then the Manichean manipulators lurking deep in our establishment will attempt to impose upon us another dichotomous world view as a means of re-achieving dominance. We must watch them very carefully indeed.

“It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.” …

— The Queen of Hearts, Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll, published 1865.

And we must also beware the trap they set for us, one baited with affluence and indulgence, one which leads us on a quiet descent into localised bubbles of comfort as the long-established political ghosts of the previous regimes quietly rise unnoticed from their shallow graves. Control of the masses through the temporary salve of bread and circuses was not solely a Roman predilection.

Finally, it has long been recognised that the human psyche is dominated by envy and cupidity. This is certainly substantiated by the fact that large, high-population-density urban conurbations full of acquisitive corporatists, kleptocrats, bankers, chancers, welfare-dependents, sociopaths and those inherently criminal invasive ethnicities who have infiltrated us is a formula for a countrywide implosion or explosion.

They are the greatest threat to our way of life; they are the defining incarnations of the dogmas that are currently being touted as ‘Globalism’, ‘Intersectionality’, ‘The Peace of Allah’, ‘Climate Emergency’, ‘Human Rights’ including all of their weird legal and secular sub-divisions which, individually or in concert, destabilise, compress and direct disparate communities and belief systems, both native and invasive, into festering, tumultuous hive cultures ruled with a draconian fist by and for the benefit of the few, be those few either Plutocrats, Transfreaks, Imams, Demented Ecoloons, Arrogant Lawyers or any groupings thereof, and that collective of psycho-babbling, ill-informed, scary single-issue fanatics have no comprehension of what will hit them either.

Hence, situational awareness must be our watchword. These hive-cities, so well epitomised by Londonistan, are an illuminating example of the collective retrogression that is the result of another homegrown predatory class arising and an overwhelming ethnic mass of primitive cultures arriving and then together imposing their visions upon the rest of us.

“The social atmosphere is that of a besieged city. And at the same time the consciousness of being at war, and therefore in danger, makes the handing-over of all power to a small caste seem the natural, unavoidable condition of survival.”

— George Orwell, 1984

Meanwhile, in the Shires and on the coasts, we the generally quiet, hard-working majority contributors, we the builders in stone, wood and steel, the craftsmen, the sons and daughters of the horny-handed ploughers and planters of the soil and the casters of nets into great waters who together are the agrarian, constructive and pelagic backbone of these islands, we continue to watch and wait.

We and our ancestors, forever defined by our habitats and histories, have seen this all before, and the over-hyped phrases ‘peasants with pitchforks’ and ‘villagers with torches’ may have become clichés but they carry within them a simple, abiding truism… the Shires and the Coasts can sustain and feed themselves — even if only with great difficulty at first as they adjust to the inevitable diminution or loss of modern power supplies brought about by the inevitable battle against invasive Islam and its sub-Saharan African fellow travelers — but do that thing we can, and we will. The cities cannot and will not.

So, as the future bears down on us, we must never forget that every generation must fight for its freedoms, its sustenance and its livelihoods, each after the other and each in different ways under different circumstances, but fight for them they must… or lose them.

— Seneca III, in Middle England, awaiting a dawn seven days hence, albeit with some trepidation, on this Friday the 24th day of January in this the year of our Lord 2020.

*   Well, perhaps, perhaps not. The Withdrawal Agreement as is written and as will be submitted has to be approved by the European Parliament (forgive me the oxymoron) at their meeting on the 29th January. The fanatical federalist, Guy Maurice Marie Louise Verhofstadt, the European Parliament’s Brexit Coordinator and Chair of the Brexit Steering Group, is already pushing for a motion to reject it (the WA) unless it is re-presented amended with a binding clause permitting the free movement of ‘EU citizens’ (code for their now nationalised and accredited alien predators and parasites that we will have to support from here to eternity) and at that point the present incumbents of Cesspit-on-Thames will be in a position to simply hardball it and say, “We’re gone. If you want to discuss a trade deal give us a call and we will consider it in due course and in place behind all the other negotiations.”

Alternatively, in view of the fact that moral and patriotic backbone has been in very short supply in Westminster over the last several decades, they could just as easily chuck in the towel yet again and knuckle under. So, in closing, I must add that I have no idea which scenario, or even some sort of halfway house, will prevail and, like everyone else, I must await the outcome even if it turns out to be a Banzai End-Game… which I am rather inclined to hope for.

For links to previous essays by Seneca III, see the Seneca III Archives.

7 thoughts on “Brexit: The Cities, the Shires and the Open Sea

  1. Reading the text closely:

    In his 8th last para. Seneca mentions “sociopaths and inherently criminal ethnicities who have infiltrated us”. I cannot tell which he means here.

    But crime and race is an interesting topic much discussed over at Unz Review, of Ron Unz. Are the differences between human races the same as those we see between, for example, the character of a Golden Retriever and a German Shepherd, and so on.

    As that site is US-based and given the DoJ crime stats routinely ignored by the US lamestream media, one of the ethnicities discussed there is US Blacks.

    But Seneca uses the word “infiltrated”,which seems to me to indicate that he thinks the people in question have got into UK society by stealth, as it were, by pretending to be something else than what they actually are and then blending in?

    After all, the welfare dependents he also mentions have not “infiltrated”, as they are known to the State paying them their sit-down money.

    So which”sociopaths and infiltrators” is he driving at? Property developers with no conscience? Gambling lords? Financial scam artists?

    • The Canidae are a different species from Homo sapiens sapiens. The nearest analogy to your example would be the difference between Canis familiaris and Canis lupus if you choose to anthropomorphise.

  2. Yes, even Hitler wanted England, knowing that it would be the springboard for the taking of the Colonies, I mean the United States. Nothing has changed, much.

  3. Here’s hoping there is no further postponement.
    I have noticed a pattern, I’m sure I’m not alone:
    June 2016: Brexit vote. November 2016: Trump election.
    July 2019: BoJo is PM. November 2020: Trump reelection.

    First you tell the deep state establishment elites what you want, and they ignore you.
    Then you keep pushing, and telling them harder and harder.
    Keep pushing! No surrender! No final defeat!

    • I am sorry to say, Matt, that elections and talk are not going to cut this.
      It’s going to take pitchforks and torches. The only thing that drives the message into the thick skulls of those Persons of Quality that infest Whitehall are unscrewed Quality heads rolling in the dust of Charing Cross.
      We peasants are reluctant, I know, to resort to stern measures. Persons of Quality are never hesitant to use those same measures. Yet, they call us uncivilized.
      Very well. Let we, the Mobile, apply the methods of the State to the parasites clinging to the bowels of the Great Piles of our Capitals. At the end of the day, it’s all the Quality really understand.
      So it has been, and will ever be.

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