Sunday 20 September 2009

Local BNP activist shows that you don't have to be a Marxist to be 'A Green'


Local British National Party activist Trevor Lloyd, was out and about on his bicycle again this weekend, this time over in Billesley, where the BNP started off the autumn season with a table-top sale and public leafleting session, on Yardley Wood Road, near the recently reprieved fire station. The 'Green Man' as Mr Lloyd is affectionately known, by other activists, now cycles everywhere, including the short six mile trip to Billesley.

Speaking about the choice of location, another activist, Mr Harland said "We chose this location, as we have been here before, and have been well received by the shop keepers and public alike"

This opinion was confirmed by the presence of local businessman Carl Jelley, who bought a few of his family with him to support Mr Harland and the group. Mr Jelley has recently been the subject of attention by way of a facebook slur from Muslim extremists in the area.

As well as senior and grass-roots BNP activists, also present were some of the BNP activists who run local blogs too, showing that as well as being cyber-activist, that they could get their hands into canvassing and leafleting too.

As a result of the event, the group received several new applications to join the party which will be processed in the coming week.
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Patriotic Readings

The Beginnings

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.

Rudyard Kipling written during the period 1914-18.

Excerpt from Henry V

This day is called the Feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a-tiptoe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall see this day and live t'old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say "To-morrow is Saint Crispian":
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars
And say "These wounds I had on Crispin's day."
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he today that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now abed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

William Shakespeare 1599