Is this Country going down the toilet?

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  1. With the recent spat of Government interference, the Police state that Bliar is developing, the mindless political correctness and the double truth of spin, what kind of a Country are we now living in?

    Does anyone else agree that this Country is being flushed down the toilet? What is the concensus - anyone else thinking of leaving?
  2. Yes, my escape plan is solid and preliminaries are underway!! :D :D

    Edited to correct overexcited spelling mistake.
  3. Yes, I'm off to the Antipodes. More for family reasons than anything else though.
  4. No, I'm not a quitter, I'm adopting the spirit of the blitz.

    "Put the kettle on, lets have a nice cup of tea, mus'nt grumble etc, etc" :wink:
  5. Having just heard on this morning's news that "officials" will be empowered to enter one's house and take photographs of the proposed regrading of council tax, I am even more moved to haul up my anchor and set sail for harbours new. An Englishman's home is his castle? If so, the siege is under way and the barbarians are at the gates...........
  6. Link?

    I knew that fibua training would come in handy one day.
  7. I have a 5 year plan, in 5 years, i dont plan to be here!
  8. An example of this country is today I was greeted by a discussion on swearing as I entered work.

    The usual left wing mincers in my office stared prattling on about people who swear are educationally sub normal, lack of up a stable family, etc, etc.

    As I had only had one coffee and two fags this morning I chain gunned them, and pointed out that there are more important things that are wrong with this country, than swearing.

    Then I treated them to a traditional of Anglo Saxon morning greetings:

    "You are a bunch of fcukin poofs!"

    So I say stand and fight!
  9. Radio 4. Today programme.
  10. I have decided to comply with the requirement to let the local goverment Nazi's into my home to take pictures to regrade for the council tax.

    As this must be a boring and mundane job for them with so many houses to do, i have been teaching my kids the 'Fun of booby traps' and the best bits from the anachists cook book :) this should make their job more interesting.

    I will then ask for compensation from the local council for the repair and removal of the body parts from my property.

    :) J
  11. I'm renaming my house "The Bates Motel" and shall invite the inspectors in to meet my mother......
  12. i would say stand and fight, while we are about it, kick out the workshy asylum seekers ! only let those that are working and opening business to stay.
  13. THE STRANGER within my gate,
    He may be true or kind,
    But he does not talk my talk—
    I cannot feel his mind.
    I see the face and the eyes and the mouth,
    But not the soul behind.
    The men of my own stock
    They may do ill or well,
    But they tell the lies I am wonted to,
    They are used to the lies I tell.
    And we do not need interpreters
    When we go to buy and sell.

    The Stranger within my gates,
    He may be evil or good,
    But I cannot tell what powers control—
    What reasons sway his mood;
    Nor when the Gods of his far-off land
    Shall repossess his blood.

    The men of my own stock,
    Bitter bad they may be,
    But, at least, they hear the things I hear,
    And see the things I see;
    And whatever I think of them and their likes
    They think of the likes of me.

    This was my father's belief
    And this is also mine:
    Let the corn be all one sheaf—
    And the grapes be all one vine,
    Ere our children's teeth are set on edge
    By bitter bread and wine.

    Rudyard Kipling
  14. 'Stand ye calm and resolute,
    Like a forest close and mute,
    With folded arms and looks which are
    Weapons of unvanquished war,

    'And let Panic, who outspeeds
    The career of armèd steeds
    Pass, a disregarded shade
    Through your phalanx undismayed.

    'Let the laws of your own land,
    Good or ill, between ye stand
    Hand to hand, and foot to foot,
    Arbiters of the dispute,

    'The old laws of England - they
    Whose reverend heads with age are gray,
    Children of a wiser day;
    And whose solemn voice must be
    Thine own echo - Liberty!

    'On those who first should violate
    Such sacred heralds in their state
    Rest the blood that must ensue,
    And it will not rest on you.

    'And if then the tyrants dare
    Let them ride among you there,
    Slash, and stab, and maim, and hew, -
    What they like, that let them do.

    'With folded arms and steady eyes,
    And little fear, and less surprise,
    Look upon them as they slay
    Till their rage has died away.

    'Then they will return with shame
    To the place from which they came,
    And the blood thus shed will speak
    In hot blushes on their cheek.

    'Every woman in the land
    Will point at them as they stand -
    They will hardly dare to greet
    Their acquaintance in the street.

    'And the bold, true warriors
    Who have hugged Danger in wars
    Will turn to those who would be free,
    Ashamed of such base company.

    'And that slaughter to the Nation
    Shall steam up like inspiration,
    Eloquent, oracular;
    A volcano heard afar.

    'And these words shall then become
    Like Oppression's thundered doom
    Ringing through each heart and brain,
    Heard again - again - again -

    'Rise like Lions after slumber
    In unvanquishable number -
    Shake your chains to earth like dew
    Which in sleep had fallen on you -
    Ye are many - they are few.'