Theresa May was lucky last night (17 July); she only survived the EU vote due to the likes of Frank Field, John Mann and other brave Labour MPs who realised that the prospect of a snap summer election, brought on by a no confidence vote, should the government lose, would bring the probability of a Corbyn government and its disastrous consequences. The disaster will not just be Brexit, it will mean the utter annihilation of Britain as a sovereign nation and reduce us to minions on the world stage. It will cost us our liberty, our happiness and our birth- right. It will be for keeps.
Where are our heroes? For now, we have a cabinet, devoid of the big guns of Brexit, Davis and Johnson, and packed out with oleaginous yes-men like Hunt and Gove.
Where are our heroes? Not your common – or – garden backbench Tory MPs, terrified of the looming reality of a summer not spent in Tuscany but on the campaign trails in the shires and in the hostile metropolises. They are well aware of the seething anger of the 17.4 million of us fed up to the back teeth of vacillation as disinginuity that brands this Tory administration as the weakest since the war.
Where are our heroes? Today we await Boris Johnson’s resignation statement, which can either be a death-blow to May and the bugle-call to arms or, sadly, the effective end of Johnson’s ambitions for good if he backs off the fight. I want him to use his brilliance with words to tear May apart in the Commons. I want to hear the Tories rise up and roar and back him to the hilt. But I fear that the lure of the Tuscan landscape may prevent that.
Time will tell.
Where are our heroes? The Chequers farce has exposed the Tories for what they are, and these self – serving backtrackers are just buying time. The summer recess is a near three-month period of non-news and a forgetful and bored public will be fed a diet of Love Island and Royal bullsh*t to keep their minds off the catastrophic disaster that will befall them should a fake Brexit be foisted upon them during the winter.
Where are our heroes? The Remoaners have not and will not stop now. They smell blood like the baying hyenas they are. They know that should an election be forced, as it surely will if our totally incompetent PM remains as leader of the Tories and the country until conference season, that a Labour administration, with or without Corbyn, will certainly reverse Brexit by fair means or foul. Traitors like Adonis, Blair, Cable and their media sidekicks like Owen Jones, Alistair Campbell and the rest will, through the power of broadcasting totally dominated by the left, twist, lie and cheat to a degree as yet unseen in their insatiable quest to reduce us to a vassal state, flooded with cheap labour, emasculated militarily and force-fed diversity and depravity; all that 1984 predicted – and tied to the EU for ever. Never forget the power and influence that a constant diet of doom and gloom paid for and sponsored by foreign troublemakers can have on our tired people.
Where are our heroes? There are no sporting events to raise our spirits in the near future – it’s strongly rumoured in Westminster circles that Theresa May breathed a sign of relief that England failed to bring back the World Cup as she feared the boost it would give the Brexit cause – but we cannot rely on short term injections of adrenaline to keep our morale up, we need to realise, all 17.4 million of us, that we are actually in an existential war. If we lose, we go under. If we win, we may, if we can sort ourselves out, and fast, see a resurgence of national pride and glean the benefits of a smart exit from the shackles of Europe.
Imagine a Britain where a few things start to change. With reduced migration our wages will go up. With free trade with the USA and the Commonwealth food prices will go down. We can redirect taxes to infrastructure and capital projects, including rebuilding our Navy, building houses for the British and creating a better NHS. We can give the globalists, the oligarchs and the bent media the slap in the face they deserve and get our bloody identity back. Don’t you want that?
So where are our heroes? It’s you, you and you… all of you reading this who are the foot soldiers of the movement to Make Britain Great Again. Don’t despair if BoJo doesn’t fight hard enough today but rejoice if he does, and don’t spend the summer in despair if we haven’t seen the back of Theresa May and the Remoaner traitors just yet, because we WILL prevail.
Now, enjoy your two weeks holiday and get ready, because the second Battle of Britain is about to begin. Don’t say you were not warned – get prepared! Organise locally, get on the streets when asked to help or protest, and don’t think you are alone. Fight hard, fight dirty if needs be and drive home our message.