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Monday Morning Moonbats: A Land Fit for Heroes?

This is a re-post from a couple of years ago & is an excerpt from George McDonald Fraser’s excellent Quartered Safe Out Here in which he compared the so-called Land Fit for Heroes to Blighty today ... the failed multicultural socialist paradise where everyone has ‘rights’ which the taxpayer has to fund but no one has any responsibilities. The tragedy that unchecked liberalism has wrought upon us all. Thus it is entirely appropriate to consider the veterans view of the society that our political class has created, in their name.

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Anyway, over the weekend, Freedom left the following comment which I have corrected for spelling, punctuation & grammar but not flawed thinking (hence the re-post this morning)

You fascist! Sorry if Britain has decided to accept the existence of people who aren't white middle class Christians. Go and live in America where you can be as Tory and racist as you like.

But you're right; the land fit for heroes has gone because of people like you. The land fit for heroes is one of multiculturalism and freedom. If we want to keep a land fit for heroes the first thing we have to so is rebuild the NHS or it too much as strain to open your probably welded shut wallet

Firstly, aside for the catastrophic failure of this country’s public education system which has become a bottomless money pit that does nothing but continue to espouse discredited liberal social theory, the NHS is probably the next worst culprit. However trying to decide which government policy has actually been the least successful is a little like trying to work out who was the worst out of Andrei Chikatilo, Pedro Alonso Lopez, Moses Sithole or Geoffrey Dharma

However when it comes to multiculturalism, why is it that if you are say an Australian ( & maybe your great grandfathers name is on a British & Commonwealth War Memorial) you are only granted a 2 year work permit. Yet if you arrive illegally for Mogadishu with a couple of dozen of your tuberculosis riddled relatives, the taxpayers largess is heaped upon you & you get a British passport ? If that makes any sense, I promise never to have another drink

& as for being a ‘fascist’ … is that fascist in the Romano-Grecian sense, or fascist as exemplified by German National Socialism in the mid-20th Century ?

Still, the now sadly late GMF says it all so so much better ...

Still, the Britain they see in their old age is hardly 'the land fit for heroes' that they envisaged - if that land existed in their imaginations, it was probably a place where pre-war values co-existed with decent wages & housing. It was a reasonable, perfectly possible dream, & for a time existed, more or less. And then it changed, in the name of progress & improvement & enlightenment, which meant the destruction of much that they had fought for & held dear, & the betrayal of familiar things that they loved. Some of them, to superficial minds, will seem terribly trivial, even ludicrously so - things like county names, & shillings and pence, & the King James Version, & yards & feet & inches; yet they matter to a nation.

They did not fight for a Britain which would be dishonestly railroaded into Europe against the people's will; they did not fight for a Britain where successive governments, by their weakness & folly, would encourage crime & violence on an unprecedented scale; they did not fight for a Britain where thugs & psychopaths could murder & main & torture & never have a finger laid upon them for it; they did not fight for a Britain whose leaders would be too cowardly to declare war on terrorism; they did not fight for a Britain whose Parliament would, time & time again, betray its trust by legislating against the wishes of the country; they did not fight for a Britain where children could be snatched from their homes & parents by night on nothing more than the good old Inquisition principle of secret information; they did not fight for a Britain whose Churches & schools would be undermined by fashionable reformers; they did not fight for a Britain where free choice could be anathematised as 'discrimination' ; they did not fight for a Britain where to hold truths & values which had been thought to be good & worthy for a thousand years would be to run the risk of being called 'fascist' - that, really, is the greatest & most pitiful irony of all.

Comments

Good post. The same could be said for what's been happening in America too.

That's from a damn fine book.

You fascist! Sorry if Britain has decided to accept the existence of people who aren't white middle class Christians. Go an live in America where you can be as Tory and racist as you like.

But you're right the land fit for heroes has gone because f people like you. The land fit for heroes is one of multiculturalism and freedom if we want to keep a land fit foe heroes the first thing we have to so is rebuild the NHS or is that to much as strain to open your probably welded shut wallet

"Freedom" comes across as another worthless shithead of the 'I'll have the wonderfull ideas, you pay the bills' type.
Since something like half of what I earn goes in both direct and indirect taxation, I think I, for one, can give you the casual two fingers regarding wallets welded shut.
You can stick your multi-culti paradise as well, then perhaps we'll actually HAVE a working NHS again.
Arsehole.

If it wasn't for the strain that the illeagals are puting on the N.H.S it could/might function (after a fashion).

I guess that Freedom is a joke? the nearest definition to fascism in my dictionary is socialism, guess why the correct and full name for Adolf's party is National Socialists??? I was taught that in Grammar School, before the fascists destroyed the education sysytem. When I was 13 I was nearly killed by one of the founders of the socialist workers party, he was asking for names for his new movement, I suggested The National Socialist Party!!!, the bozo stood up at the meeting and thought it was a good name, by sheer good luck my mates dad intervened before I met a sticky end.

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