"If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude better than the animating contest of freedom, go home from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or your arms. Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you. May your chains set lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen."

Thursday, 21 April 2011

British Nationalists

Newsnight's lead item last night was the EU budget demand. It isn't YouTubed so here's a link to BBC iPlayer. Douglas Carswell makes an appearance at 3:43 spelling out the danger to Cameron from his own backbenchers. Then, at roughly 7:20, Maitlis interviewed Patrizio Fiorilli ("a European Commission spokesman"). Apart from having a smirking face that I'd like to slap (note how his smile falls away dramatically at the end of the i/view - about 12:15) Fiorilli also gave some really duff answers.

Speaking of whom, Andrew Duff, intense pro-federalist and ALDE leader in the EP, had these words to say (5:39):
"There isn't any growth in this famous 'gravy train' that British nationalists are so frightened of and contemptuous of. The budget of the EU is primarily for the boosting of the economic recovery."
It's Duff's use of the word 'nationalists' in this context that I'm querying.  The language of these europrats undergoes subtle change every time they open their mouths.  Eurosceptic one day, xenophobes, sour Little Englanders, extremists, nationalists, terrorists the next.

Breaking down a nation's culture and identity is one of the planks of  EU policy so that its people become fragmented without a sense of historical ties and so easier to absorb into the machine.  They undermine the will and determination of people who, if they dare to disagree, are simply ignored so that an air of inevitability hangs over the integration process.  They want us to be cowed, to shrug our shoulders and say, "Oh well, what can we do - mustn't grumble."

I'd like to remind tptb again of the words of this poem by Kipling.  These words are as true today as they ever were:

It was not part of their blood,
It came to them very late
With long arrears to make good,
When the English began to hate.

They were not easily moved,

They were icy-willing to wait
Till every count should be proved,
Ere the English began to hate.

Their voices were even and low,

Their eyes were level and straight.
There was neither sign nor show,
When the English began to hate.

It was not preached to the crowd,

It was not taught by the State.
No man spoke it aloud,
When the English began to hate.

It was not suddenly bred,

It will not swiftly abate,
Through the chill years ahead,
When Time shall count from the date
That the English began to hate. 


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UPDATE: The Fiorilli i/view on YouTube

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