Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Trafalgar Club dinner

I must begin this entry with an apology. In my blog of 17th Oct I included the following photo and caption:

My home-made smoker. Still looking like something the gypsies left behind!

It has been pointed out to me that this constitutes an outrageous slur on the gypsy community, and I apologise unreservedly. The suggestion that any gypsy, traveller, tinker or didicoy would leave behind a piece of aluminium, a cast iron box, a length of flexible steel pipe and part of a set of scaffolding is, I now accept, utterly ridiculous. They’d have pinched the whole lot.

Having said which, I have worked alongside real Anglicised Romanies of the George Borrow type in the fields of Norfolk and Lincolnshire (in the days before East Europeans took all their jobs), I once spent a summer tatting a household waste landfill with a lad who was recognised by every proper gypsy he met as one of their own, and I remember well Romany Oggi (Chief) and poet Tom Odley, who was a generous and popular member of the British Nationalist movement in the 1970s.

And I used to be an enthusiastic amateur poacher. So I’ve got nothing at all against real gypsies (excepting their eating of hedgehogs, which is going too far even for my serious carnivore tendencies). But there’s no comparison between them – scrupulously clean, proud and willing to lose on a deal to which they’ve agreed rather than lose face, and the Asiatic thieves from Slovakia and Romania or the lowlife scum who the decent Irish very sensibly threw out and who now ruin common land, playing fields and open spaces around most of our major towns.

Another Leftist Lie Exposed

This weekend including Trafalgar Day, it was the time of year for the Eighth Trafalgar Club Dinner. This year’s gathering of our elite fund-raising and dining club was booked into a lovely hotel and country club venue in the heart of rural Warwickshire.

This was a first for new TC secretary Jenny Noble, who I know went to great lengths to find exactly the right place. And her hard work really paid off. With more than 100 members and guests attending the largest Trafalgar Club Dinner so far, the black tie event was a spectacular success, with great food in elegant surroundings, wonderful company and a great deal of satisfaction over another year of progress under our belts.

Everything passed off without a single hitch, despite the unfortunate manager and receptionists having to put up with some two dozen threatening phone calls from the same couple of far-left cowards. Their usual sordid and lie-filled websites went into overdrive trying to get other morons to join in the pressure to get the event cancelled. Indeed, by the Saturday morning they were claiming to have succeeded.

Not surprisingly, no-one was fooled (in fact, the vast majority of our members were totally unaware of the nasty little campaign). The far-left’s recent policy of Crying Wolf about “BNP disasters” is, fortunately, rebounding on them and undermining what very little credibility they had in the first place.

In the event, the only thing to mar an otherwise perfect evening was that disallowed try. If that had gone on the score board then the last fifteen minutes of the game would have centred on getting the ball to Mr. Wilkinson for a drop goal effort, rather than striving for the far harder option of a try. It could all have been so different!

Still, England had nothing to be ashamed of. Our rugby players really are an example to us all, and especially the young – such a contrast to the overpaid, spoilt, sissified, prancing ‘celebs’ who regularly fail so pathetically on the football field, and then blame everyone except themselves and the very real handicap of having the top teams stuffed with foreigners.

Fortunately the game was over by the time I came to speak. The TC Dinner is one event that really deserves a keynote speech so I am pleased that those present respond enthusiastically to my review of the external circumstances now moving things so quickly in our direction, and of our forthcoming steps to increase even further our readiness for the times of great potential ahead.

On the Sunday morning we drive to nearby Stratford on Avon and divide into two groups, each with our own tourist guide. The interest of the walk through the town – in glorious autumn sunshine - is greatly added to by having so many of the minor details of Shakespeare’s association with the place pointed out.

Even once the tours finish and we’ve dispersed to head for lunch or home, there are BNP stalwarts around every corner as people do their own individual explorations of this splendid piece of England’s literary and architectural heritage.

Off to the USA

Monday passes with a rash of deadlines and desk clearing. I finish my article for November’s Identity (about our plans for the newly created BNP Education & Training Department, which will be further unveiled at the Conference in Blackpool on November 17th – 18th. And dash off this – for me – unusually short blog entry.

I’m tempted to give my own (typically more gruesome!) take on the problem of injured rabbits first aired by Simon Darby in his very varied and well-disciplined blog a few days ago, but that will have to wait. It was sad to read about the injured fawn he tried to save. A mark of just what a fundamentally kind and decent man he is can be taken from the fact that the creature’s parents, uncles, aunts and cousins have over the last year systematically devoured every single vegetable that Simon and Donna have tried to grow on their otherwise perfect south-facing patch. Not just beans and lettuces, but even potatoes, onions and garlic. If I was Simon I’d probably be a deerocidal maniac by now.

But I’ve no time for such things at present as I’ve got to clear the decks before heading over to a Black Country meeting this evening and thence to the airport. I’m booked to give several lectures at US Universities on “The Islamification of Europe”, plus various radio and possibly TV interviews on the same subject. It seems that America’s Christians are waking up fast to the long-term threat posed by Islamism and multi-culturalism.

Two important articles

Over here too the Chief Rabbi Jonathan Sacks pens a remarkable piece in the Times.

Headed, Wanted: a national culture. Multiculturalism is a disaster, the only shame is that it wasn’t written by the head of the Church of England. A very important and welcome piece at various levels.

Also an important breakthrough in its own way is an article entitled Steep decline in oil production brings risk of war and unrest, says new study, which appears in the Guardian today.

This is a report of a study being released in London today by an energy study group headed by a German MP. According to this survey, Peak Oil actually hit last year, and global oil production is now set to fall by a staggering 7% per year. Predictably, the British Government’s response to this civilisation-shattering threat is to turn a blind eye.

The report presents a bleak view of the future unless a radically different approach is adopted. It quotes the British energy economist David Fleming as saying: "Anticipated supply shortages could lead easily to disturbing scenes of mass unrest as witnessed in Burma this month. For government, industry and the wider public, just muddling through is not an option any more as this situation could spin out of control and turn into a complete meltdown of society."

The article confirms that Britain’s own oil production peaked in 1999 and has already dropped by half. With giants like Mexico’s Cantarell and Saudi Arabia’s Ghawar oil fields also probably past peak production, it really does look as if an energy crisis almost beyond human comprehension is right on the doorstep. Teeming Mexico with crashing oil revenues should be an interesting sight.

Still, the oil won’t run out before I get back from the USA, so details of how things go next time.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007


The usual round of speeches: Good meetings in places as far afield as Birmingham (two meetings on the same night, first East and then South), Manchester, Bradford, Cannock and Rotherham since my last entry. At the ones before Brown bottled it, everyone was raring to go for a General Election.

Of course, that was not to be. As I predicted in an earlier blog session, Gordon, while not a moron, is a serial coward. Had he called the contest at the end of the Labour conference he would probably have won, perhaps albeit with a reduced majority. But now he faces having to go to the country some time after the financial catastrophe still building up in the USA and world financial markets lets loose a tsunami of economic destruction on Britain. Brown just lost the election.

Despite the continuing and growing carnage in the American housing market, there are signs that the final bursting of the US consumer boom may take a little longer yet. Vast amounts of the inflationary credit injections made by the Fed into the economy over there in a desperate effort to stop a housing-bust led collapse are now washing up as cheap and easy money in sub-prime credit card lending.

Basically, once you’re stuffed on your house and are expecting to default and be bankrupted, living it up on credit card purchases that you never have the slightest intention of paying becomes a serious temptation. The signs are already there that huge numbers of Americans are now embarking on this road, which Bush will certainly not discourage in the hope that it will ease the Republican’s expected pain in the next elections over there.

If another big mortgage lender collapse doesn’t wreck the whole Fed boom thing first, then this credit card bubble will be the thing that finishes it – not that you’ll read that in any ‘serious’ press economic columns (except perhaps something by Ambrose Pritchard-Evans, who does often have his finger on the real pulse) for months to come.

My advice? Don’t buy a house, rent one. Don’t ‘invest’ in buy-to-let. Don’t put any more home improvements or holidays on the mortgage. Oh yes, and buy a car that has better fuel efficiency, because the Peak Oil phenomenon is now striking so hard that even quite significant economic pain in the West won’t offset the impact of growing demand from China and India.

We’re already seeing other commodity prices head the same way as oil – grain, and hence bread, meat and milk, are also going through the roof. The Biblical cycle of lean years following fat ones was something that the older generation of Brits probably thought had gone forever. Their children and grandchildren are all too likely to find out that the baby-bombers were an almost unique exception, a golden generation, uniquely lucky, uniquely spoilt, and uniquely guilty of handing the next generation not a poisoned chalice (they gave such things away or smelted them down for consumer baubles) but a polystyrene cup of excrement.

Thinking global, acting local

Still, life, and the work of building the only Movement with the ‘think global, act local’ nationalist logic that alone can mitigate the coming Convergence of Catastrophies, must go on. So there’s also a very civilised Yorkshire Black Tie fund-raising dinner in Bradford and a fun but uncivilised (to give you a clue, both Elvis Presley and I are among the singers – though the King is far better than me) ‘Supper Theatre’ in Stockport. Both get good collections and it’s good to see two of our most promising Euro seat areas already taking fund-raising for June 2009 so seriously. Special thanks to Nick Cass, Peter Hollings and Ian Dawson in Yorkshire and Bev Jones in Lancashire.

At the Bradford meeting a member comes up to me during the break. To my initial surprise he hands me a large bag of sawdust. All becomes clear when he explains that, having started out in catering, he has diversified into the luxury smoked foods market. He had taken an amused professional interest in my description of my hit-and-miss home-smoking experiment, and had come along with the oak sawdust and some good advice.

My home-made smoker. Still looking like something the gypsies left behind!

Such a change from the usual ‘shop talk’ at meetings! A few minutes later I’d been given a whole list of valuable tips. As soon as I get the time and a dry day in which to try out the sawdust and my newly acquired grasp of the process I’ll continue the experiment and let you know how it goes.

On the subject of updates (and, for that matter, thinking locally), the fly-struck lamb here made a full recovery and is now looking pretty much as plump as the other two. If we had more grazing I’d be sorely tempted to keep them until the late Spring, because young mutton has more flavour than lamb. But with animal feed prices going through the roof, it’s not worth risking a hard winter, so after a little longer to fatten they’ll have to go.

Spring lambs
The three lambs earlier this year

And now – not so cute, and no way of telling now that the one in the middle nearly died of fly-strike
Spring lambs now fully grown

An evening with Rent-a-Mob

An interesting and enjoyable evening last night! It started out as a normal meeting as guest speaker at a meeting in Broxstowe to celebrate the local unit’s advance from Group to Branch status, and ended up with high drama with the usual far-left Rent-a-Mob.

The meeting was organised by local BNP councillor and Group Development officer Sadie Graham in the East Midlands town of Kimberley. Our candidate there back in May secured more than 200 votes with a paper campaign (the activists were busy helping Sadie win in our target ward nearby) and on the back of that the independent majority on the parish council bravely defied the bullies from the Labour minority who pulled all sorts of dirty tricks to get the meeting – in the parish hall – banned.

25 of our people managed to get into the hall before the combination of about100 bourgeois town hall parasites and middle class Student Gwant types (only one of the obscenity-screamers had a remotely local and working class accent) and politically correct policing by a seriously useless Inspector prevented any more BNP supporters getting in.

Not only did the police stand by as the brave leftist stormtroopers jostled and abused a couple of Octogenarian pensioners, but they then threatened to arrest our security team if they moved to help get our other people in. As always, the far-left are only actually brave when pretending to be trying to break through the feeble police line. A group of real locals gathered opposite to jeer at them.

A flavour of the drama may be got from the video still here:

Left wing thugs

The meeting itself went well, with a collection of more than £200. Sadie, local organiser Nina Brown and I all spoke. I covered mainly the irony of the fact that people who call themselves socialists and defenders of the working class and decent public services were outside trying to disrupt a meeting of the only serious party opposed to the privatisation of the postal service. That particular New Labour/Old Tory globalisation scam is proceeding apace, heralded by a new advert for “The People’s Post Office”.

Clearly this neo-Marxist replacement for the idea of the Royal Mail is supposed to con the left into overlooking the fact that behind the republican slogan there lurks a scheme to privatise the whole damn thing (as demanded by WTO and EU rules). As I point out, if the postal service was properly capable of being run privately, then the Victorians would have created it that way in the first place. But it is not, the Royal Mail is a natural state monopoly, one of the markers of a properly ordered national community, just like such as water, electricity and sewage.

So it is deeply ironic that the silly students shouting ‘fascist’ at us are in fact implicitly backing the genuinely fascist New Labour project to turn public services into private profit centres for giant corporations, and to demonise and marginalise anyone who opposes this massive theft of our national Common Wealth.

The high-spirited meeting, in a high ceilinged hall with nearly church-style acoustics, finishes with one of the loudest and heart-felt renditions of ‘Jerusalem’ I’ve ever heard and taken part in. Everyone belts it out, especially when one of the security team opens the front door so that the red mob outside can hear.

Sadie and I leave promptly, with security, at the end of the meeting so as to draw the cowardly mob off so that the other meeting-goers can leave in peace and safety. Two or three carloads of would-be thugs follow us and for a minute or two it looks as though things may get more interesting still but, just as we’re arranging to meet up with a back-up team and to persuade our pursuers to go home, a police car that had in turn followed them pulls them over.

While I’m over in the East Midlands, Sadie and I spend some time going over the plans for our Winter School and Annual Conference in Blackpool in November. A lot is being done to build on the success of last year’s event, and on lessons from this year’s successful Summer School. A great deal of emphasis is being laid on strengthening our education and training capabilities, the aim being to create a system which allows for rapid and sustainable expansion. Everyone can feel that we’re just one more turn of the screw away from a further leap in our public popularity. The time to organise for that is now, so that we’re ready for it, instead of having to play catch-up.

Other blogs worth a look

We then do a handy little piece about the evening’s events more or less life via telephone for Simon Darby’s increasingly popular and increasingly multi-media blog. Well worth a listen here.

Simon’s blog is of particular note for nature-watchers, with all sorts of titbits about different local flora and fauna. We’ve had some of the Big Cat sightings and rumours he mentioned the other day around here as well. An exiled Black Countryman living locally - one of that old breed with their really in-depth passion for and knowledge of ‘gardins’ and every sort of country pursuit – showed me the huge and unmistakably alien paw marks of one such beast in a patch of mud near his hen house a couple of years ago.

I know far less about birds and fish than Simon, but I can snap something of the beauty of our country from time to time. Here’s a shot of a woodland track on the edge of Exmoor I took a month or so ago. This is your country you’re looking at here – what are you doing to preserve it for your grandchildren?

Summer in Exmoor

Also worth making a note of when it comes to political blogs are Lee Barnes’ and Martin Wingfield’s regularly updated offerings. Lee’s, predictably, is an intensely argued, intellectually inventive thing with plenty of heavy political meat and blunt rhetoric. Here (and in two subsequent sections) is his take on the unholy alliance of Sharia Socialists and Hollywood Nazis attacking the BNP - here.

Martin’s, equally predictably, for the best popular nationalist journalist this Movement has ever had, covers current political news with his hallmark mixture of incisive analysis and simple, elegant prose. He has an interesting theory that the decline of the LibDems in the polls is largely down to public shock at the way the ‘nice’ party turned on and tore apart the unfortunate Kennedy over his drink problem. You can read more here.

Should everyone have a blog then? Yes and no! The only overtly political ones which are either justified or effective are a limited number from individuals who are so well known that any attempt to avoid a BNP ‘tag’ would be absurd and evasive. But for everyone else, the proper way to use the blogosphere is to draw in readers interested in a certain geographical area (“Yourtown Blog, by Fred the Whistleblower”) or in a certain hobby (“Eel Fishing Blog”, for example – and if by chance you’re into catching those amazing and still mysterious creatures I want to try smoking one) and then drip, drip the politics in as an ordinary Joe with no party axe to grind. That’s where the real power of this medium lies – not the naked politics that turns off most of the population, but subtle ‘independent’ popular validation of our views and our party.

Turning on the phone this morning I get several texts from people from Sedgefield and Sunderland to tell me of a hugely successful meeting in Spennymoor last night. Chaired by Solidarity Exec member Adam Walker, Mark Collett was the guest speaker and apparently gave a gripping account of the history of the BNP and its present progress. The meeting was packed out and Mark got a standing ovation from an enthusiastic crowd.

Here, as in Kimberly, pressure from the opposition gave an added ‘edge’ to the proceedings. The Northern Echo and a local Labour MP are running a week-long campaign against the BNP. To be fair to the Echo, they did print several very good letters defending the party yesterday. Sometimes I wonder if such operations are really about opposing us and not more a matter of using our name to sell newspapers? In media terms, this is a ‘sexy’ party, and every editor worth his salt (the phrase comes from the ancient Roman habit of paying soldiers part of their pay in salt) knows it.