Friday, 23 April 2010

St George’s Day Protest

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Hark to this all Englishmen staunch and true: April 23rd, a date that should be a National Holiday to celebrate and revere the Feast of St. George, the patron saint of our once-sceptred green and pleasant land – before the Tories and New Labour made a total bollocks of the place.

His emblem, a red cross on a white background, is the flag of England, and the integral foundation layer of the British Union Jack standard. St George's emblem was adopted by Richard the Lion Heart (a good enough sort of bloke - even if he was a raving Plantagenet poofter) and brought to England in the 12th Century; with the chests of English knights and yeoman’s tunics emblazoned with the red cross to prevent identity confusion on the battlefield - and avoid beating the wrong guys to death.

Like England, every country in the UK has its own patron saint who, in times of great peril, is called upon to help save the country from its enemies – specifically what we all need during this coming star-crossed month of May - from Gordon Incapability Broon and his chronically-corrupt Labour Party.

However, unlike every other country (Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland) the English are denied by their government from celebrating the feast of their patron saint with a day of rest from their drudging labours of walking down the local Jobcentre every morning looking for work - and the opportunity to create a neighbourhood jamboree.

Those tartan-kilted porridge wogs, the Jocks, venerate their St Andrew with much applause and festivities. The sheep-shagging Taffy’s revere their leek-scoffing St David with equal gusto, and so too the bomb-chucking Ulster Paddy’s of Northern Ireland when saluting and glorifying their St Patrick – the man who blessed the holy spud and drove all the snakes out of the Emerald Isle.

So, regardless of the stupid Labour government pointing out every time someone mentions ‘St George’ and ‘National Holiday’ in the same breath, the fact that St. George wasn’t actually English – well neither is our Prime Minister – who no fucker or their dog ever voted for – has got sweet FA to do with the fact. He’s our adopted patron saint and we want an effing holiday on the 23rd of April.

For phuck’s sake, what are the government dicking around at?
The entire concept of the EUSSR / Jew World Order was to break down cultural barriers and national sovereignty – to ‘indigenise’ us - so we become a Pikey-infested integrated cosmopolitan society.
Thus a foreign-born patron saint called George (very old English name) is our own lad – regardless if he was an Anatolian rhubarb addict cum conscientious objector who went on a whinge binge to the Emperor Diocletian to protest against the Romans’ habit of not being very nice to Christians and was martyred for bringing the subject up - and being an all-round social nuisance.

Today you’d get an Asbo for what St George did – then, in 303 AD, it was beheading or crucifixion - with no parole or time off for good behaviour.

Now, which of the myriad of political parties with half a chance of winning the general election is going to do the unemployed and homeless English peasants a real big favour and promise two things to win our vote? Numero Uno – a one-off referendum on continued EUSSR membership and – Numero Dos – the 23rd April declaring as a National Holiday to celebrate our English patron saint’s victory over some old dragon.

And if that isn’t enough, Shakespeare was born on 23rd April 1564 and being a stickler for schedules and punctuality, conveniently died on the same day in 1616.
Hence we can have St George and Willy Shakespeare Day together – two for the price of one.

Yep, that’s what we want - a national holiday so we can all get dressed up in armour or chain mail – with the requisite national flower – a red rose in the button hole – and tear into a full English breakfast, then be in the pub half the afternoon knocking back pints of old English ale, then home for a supper of roast beef, taters, two veg’ and Yorkshire puds – followed by a dessert of Dragon Pie and custard.

Is your name George? Can you ride a horse? Are you flying the flag today? Have you ever killed any dragons? Or did you end up marrying one?

* Carbon Credit Cap & Trade Exchange (aka Pollution Reduction Scam) declaration: No dragons, war horses, serfs, peasants or patron saints were injured during the posting of this message. However, a large number of English patriots were moved to pull a sickie and celebrate St George’s Day regardless of the cost.

Allergy warning: This article was written in a nut-infested area and may contain traces of lunacy and / or squirrel.

Thought for the day: Under current EUSSR regulations would the RSPCA permit the wholesale slaughter of an ‘endangered species’ fire-breathing dragon just because it had the hiccups and caused a spot of unintentional arson?

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