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Guest Article by Any Mac!

It was July 1995. I landed at Belfast City Airport and made my way to a small B & B just off the Beersbridge Road for a five-day break, which included the annual Twelfth parades through the city. I was already familiar with Belfast, having been on several occasions to watch the Loyal Orders on display. It was early evening by the time I reached my accommodation, so I decided to drive up the Newtownards Road to one of my favourite eateries – the (now sadly demolished) Quarry Inn – for my evening meal. All the lampposts between the two locations, a distance of some three miles, were bedecked in Union and Ulster flags. It was a similar story after I left the Quarry Inn to continue my drive on the A2 coast road along the Ards Peninsula between Millisle and Portavogie. In fact, the whole of that week was one red-white and blue colour party pretty much wherever I went.

Thirty years ago, flying back to England from a flag-saturated Ulster meant having to digest sniffy attitudes about the ‘un-Britishness’ of flying the national flag in such huge numbers. The criticism came in equal measure from people and many elements of the media. Back then, almost no houses elsewhere in the UK flew flags from their property, and the flags themselves were largely confined to displays in front of civic buildings. I often had to explain how in Northern Ireland it was different. The majority British population there were subjected to an unremitting terrorist campaign to tear them out of the United Kingdom. The fact that campaign continues today, except under the thinly-disguised political process, means the flags proliferate every spring and summer. I’m glad they do, for it reminds the enemies of this Union that they will not succeed in destroying our country – either constitutionally or demographically. In 1995, before the days of mass immigration when the floodgates were keenly opened by Blair, people in Great Britain didn’t feel the need to remind everyone where they were because British identity outside of Northern Ireland wasn’t under any kind of threat. In an argument a couple of years later at university, I said that the mood would swiftly change here were the public to ever feel the same way as the pro-Union majority did across the water. Fast forward three decades and my predictions have been proved correct.

Millions of British people (myself included) absolutely feel our country is now being taken away from us. It’s come from almost three decades of that aforementioned immigration on an industrial scale – mainly of low-skilled, low-wage, culturally-incompatible hordes. It’s further compounded by our government now also importing tens of thousands of illegal migrants, who sit around in comfortable hotels at the taxpayers’ expense, and who are encouraged to do so by an unsightly alliance of the radical Left and powerful individuals in captured state institutions. Their message? “F**k you, British people! We want as many degenerates, illegals, rapists, parasites and criminals as possible. So what if they want to irreversibly change this country’s culture? We hate Britain anyway, so they’re good company for us.” It has to be the most treacherously loathsome partnership since Marshal Philippe Pétain set up his collaborationist government in Vichy back in 1940!

Countries matter. Borders matter. National identities matter. If a country cannot secure its sovereign borders and maintain exclusive control over who enters its domain, it ceases to be a serious nation. EU countries fettered that power when they signed up to the Schengen Agreement. Only now are some coming to terms with the consequences of maintaining open borders, as the edge of Europe continues to be plagued by migrant invasions from what is principally the Islamic world. Here, among our political bigwigs, there is no such comprehension. As the High Court judge (Justice Bean) read out his verdict on the Bell Hotel case last Friday with all the patrician pomposity of George Arliss (https://www.spectator.co.uk/article/what-the-bell-hotel-case-reveals-about-two-tier-labour/), it became painfully obvious to most that the Starmer government is backed to the hilt by a set of bewigged legal gangsters who have rigged the democratic system, happy to dig an ever-deeper authoritarian trench.

Despite what ‘progressive-leaning’ pundits on the likes of LBC tell us when they say we are only imagining a two-tier society, Bean, that same judge who once headed the Left-wing Fabian Society and drafted a socialist manifesto for the Society of Labour Lawyers (no conflict of interest there, M’lud!), we all know what we saw and heard on Friday. The government has a ‘statutory obligation’ to take care of ‘asylum seekers’ (a.k.a anyone and everyone who breaks into our country like a thief in the night). No such statutory obligation exists towards the elderly, or the homeless, or the hundreds of veterans who remain traumatised by conflict and abandoned by the very governments they thought actually cared a little about them!! Sorry, it doesn’t get more ‘two-tier’ than that, folks! If you were to print out the words ‘British people should come first’ on a sheet of A4, place it on the floor, squat and subsequently defecate on the paper, then smear the scat around the page with all the frenzied motion of a H-block terrorist, you couldn’t convey a greater disdain for the native resident population of this country than Starmer, Cooper and Bean managed to impart on Friday at 2pm.

I hope the flags continue to go up. I hope that British people, who traditionally have sought to channel their passions into football and its associated rivalries, now have the fortitude to direct a comparable passion towards a process of cleaning out the myriad of state bodies infected by this ‘everyone but the Brits’ mindset. I’m talking about raising flags in tandem with a political movement designed to empower those parties (such as Reform) who say they’re committed to obliterating the Blairite ideological and institutional settlements that have hobbled every government since the Spawn of Satan left Downing Street in 2007. From Woke has come the awoken – ordinary hardworking people who are not prepared to tolerate this any longer. Keep it up, lads and lasses. NO SURRENDER!