Seneca III sends his latest essay from the royal throne of kings, the sceptred isle, the precious stone set in the silver sea — the soon-to-be-Brexited Britain.
Traitors, Mobs, Demagogues and Useful Idiots
by Seneca III
Since prorogation was first mooted I’ve been trying to recall historic parallels with our current situation. Initially, as always, my mind swung back to the last days of the Roman Imperium — mainly, I think, because of the hallmark debauchery which came from moral and cultural decadence and which in turn gave birth to the same dangerous, unsavoury horde of false prophets, deviants, idiots and violent rabble that descend upon us now.
Both then and now cases of feverish mass derangement bereft of any logical foundations arose amongst peoples; all were aided and abetted by corrupt and power-hungry political demagogues. Both the Imperium and the UK were and are plagued with predatory alien tribes sinking their barbarian fangs into the body politic. In both, febrile mobs violent in act and rhetoric were and are on the streets daily and the descent into chaos accelerated. As Rome sank, so we are doing, but in this IT age much faster than in the past.
Blocking traffic by playing ‘Ring-a-Ring-a-Roses in the middle of the road — I kid you not!
And Caroline Russell, a rather chubby member of the London Assembly representing the left-liberal Green Party, decided to give the Police a mouthful when politely asked to move along.
And was promptly arrested.
But with this knowledge of how things happen, how civilisations collapse, we do not need to follow Rome’s course into oblivion. We, the original indigenous masses, must regain our sovereignty, our right to determine our own future, to retake our lands for ourselves and ourselves only, to govern according to our ways. And we must ensure that the proto-tyrants of the Left and the EU Marxist-Globalist Theocracy together with their seventh-century foot soldiers never succeed in ethnically cleansing and subjugating us.
As it was at Waterloo and the Battle of Britain, this battle is ours to win or lose. With 59 days left going down to the wire it will be a damn close-run thing, so from those times past I offer two quotations.
On the night before Waterloo the Duke of Wellington and one of his aides rode through the lines of his soldiery who, to a man, were drawn from the commonalty and often referred to as the dregs of society or the criminal scum of Britain. They were eating, drinking and brawling around their campfires, apparently without a care in the world. Wellington is reputed to have turned to his aide and said, “I don’t know what effect these men will have on the enemy, but by God, they terrify me.”
A hundred and twenty-five years later after the Battle of Britain Churchill addressed a weary, bomb-damaged, wounded nation with these words: