Meanwhile - In England

 

Wow, so someone had the brazen, literal, no-holds-barred, total temerity to mock the Beloved Ruler of the Sceptered Isle? I'm aghast and shocked. Report yourself, BEACH EXTREMIST, immediately.  You'll note, sand terrorist, that there's a cop van in front of your provocative, subversive, FASCIST SLOGAN. Yeah, take note. As you do, note this: Hate Speech isn't Free Speech.

Nooses and Pitchforks down the Mall,

LSP

Well That Was Fun - Part One

 

It's been a busy couple of weeks and it started like this. You climb onto a plane at DFW, marvel at the lack of people on the flight, and fly to London. Get out at London Heathrow's curiously cramped Terminal 3 and head downtown via train, then set up in Whitehall. Great result, you've made it.

Go exploring for the next couple of days and meet up with old friends on Pall Mall and Soho, notably the famous Coach and Horses on Greek Street. It's a tradition and a good one, if noisy, and you can end the evening with strong covefe at Bar Italia, another tradition. Next evolution?

Go full-on patriot and join Unite The Kingdom, a massive march protesting open borders great replacement immigration, censorship and the iniquity of the UK's Rainbow Caliphate orthodoxy. Seriously, it was a big march, maybe a million strong, which the smug, mendacious, passive aggressive BBC deceitfully undercounted by around 900,000 people.

Well, we navved into the midst of it after an informal lunch in the courtyard of the In & Out (Naval & Military Club) and were struck by the good humor, patriotism and sense of the crowd, many of whom were shocked by Charlie Kirk's assassination and, curiously, were eager to share their faith. Quite a thing, and well worthy of a separate post. More on this later.

Marching for freedom against the wickedness of Globalist Puppet Two-Tier Kier done, we fell back to Trafalgar Square where the boys were starting to get a bit rowdy, and from there to the Harp for a pint and from there to clubland, which meant negronis in the Waterloo Room of the East India, nice. From there?

A delicious dinner at Cafe Zedel, which is an art deco bistro restaurant off Piccadilly Circus. I think it used to be the restaurant of a hotel my Mother stayed in during her purgatorial time at General Synod. Whatever, it's been fixed up and offers good French style food at a very reasonable price. Check it out, but be warned, it can be very full and very noisy; the latter compounded by live jazz 1930s style from a side stage. Hey, living the dream.

Saying goodbye to friends at Piccadilly Circus, we headed down Shaftsbury Avenue in the rain to Soho and the French House. I love the French House, it has magic, and the magic wasn't absent that night. We fell in with a couple of young Gurkha officers (logistics) who'd been at the club that afternoon. 

One was an ADC and I told him, "ADCs always frightened me," which they did, and he told me he wasn't especially frightening, which he didn't seem to be. "But perhaps you can be," I offered by way of social compromise. And so the evening spun on, but not uncontrollably so, and we found ourselves, safe and sound, back at the civilized, relaxing, congenial, attentive, polite, Reform Club. Result.

The next day was all about Mass at the Brompton Oratory, beautiful, lunch at the East India Club which, I tell you, punches high when it comes to salmon and roast beef, not kidding, and from there an easy night. All good, and the next step? Edinburgh and the Royal Scots.

That, dear readers, all five of you, is the next stop on this exciting and adventurous excursion into Kier Starmer's Great Britain, aka Rainbow Caliphate. Stay tuned.

Your Pal,

LSP

What's Going On In Bonkers Britain?

 

Via Jules

Don't get me wrong, I love the Sceptered Isle, it's a great place but things seem to be getting pretty nutty in the UK right about now. I mean, really.

Archbishop of Canterbury Justsin Welby has resigned because he was found out covering up egregious pedo sex crimes. Oops, how many more mitred heads will roll and who will replace these establishment lib malfeasants? Good question. Then there's the laughable floppy haired Old Etonian BoJo threatening to send what's left of UKLF to Ukraine. Excuse me?

Not to be outdone, Two-Tier Kier's Labour Government has declared war on the country's farmers with a new inheritance tax that'll wipe out family farms. Own 200 acres and want to pass that on to your kids? Sure, go right ahead if your estate can soak up a 40% tax hit; sorry, kulaks, you've got to go, Net Zero ain't cheap. Word to the wise, the UK produces something like 1% of the world's carbon emissions, nobody cares.

On topic, Two-Tier waxed lyrical at COP 29 in Azerbaijan the other day, pledging the UK to 81% less CO2 emissions by the 2035. Guess what, Brit punters, that means you're gonna have to eat less meat and dairy because that produces methane which will destroy fragile Planet Gaia. Now maybe you're beginning to see where the war on farmers comes in. But that's not all.

It wasn't mental health.

It wasn't the far-right.

It wasn't racism.

It wasn't drugs.

It was Islam. Again. #Southport pic.twitter.com/G5CwLFntmJ

— Peter Lloyd (@Suffragent_) October 29, 2024

Some of you may remember a Rwandan Moslem who wasn't a Moslem but then became a Moslem again and went knife jihad on a kiddy party a month or so ago in Northern England, prompting wholesale looting of Greggs sausage rolls, general mayhem and a Government crackdown on HATE. Yes, online HATE.

It's a real issue, all these people posting mean things on the internet, against Moslems, an apparently open border, and all of that. So, determined to put a stop to HATE, if not stabbings, Tier's Stasi have raided 100s of homes over the last week alone, to interview enemies of the State  perpetrators of HATE for Non Criminal Hate Crimes. One of them was a Telegraph journalist who made the serious error of posting a mean tweet a year ago. Less of your lip, missy.

There's way more but suffice to say, it's a generally bad idea to mess with farmers. It's like, you know, they grow all your food and stuff, and now they're threatening to go on strike and block the ports and roads because they don't want to be put out of business in favor of solar panels, windmills and industrial Ag. 

You'd think, dear readers, all two of you, that the UK was a lesser mirror of the corrupt malfeasance and shenanigans we've had to put up with in the States for far, far too long. I pray it's put right.

Salve,

LSP