Words Fail Me Dept.

     When you’re married to a murder-mystery addict, you wind up watching a lot of British TV, as the British are the world’s acknowledged masters of the murder mystery. That naturally leads to reading British murder mysteries, of which there are God’s plenty. Those, too, have their fascinations. And of course, if you’re a news-obsessive, you start following the news from Britain, out of curiosity about just how many murders really occur in the Sceptered Isle per unit time.

     Well, as it happens, there are actual murders in merrie olde England. But not in the profusion their panoply of murder mysteries would suggest. Why, had they been not fictional but actual, the murders in Midsomer County alone would have depopulated the nation.

     However, that might be about to change:

     Former Conservative minister Edwina Currie has drawn attention after suggesting that a brothel would be needed near a rural English village where about 1,200 young male asylum seekers are expected to be accommodated.
     Currie made the remark during a discussion on Times Radio about asylum accommodation at a former military site near Little Piddington, Buckinghamshire.
     In a video from the discussion, Currie raised concerns about the potential social impact of placing a large number of young men in a small rural community.
     “I’m not sure I’m going to be allowed to say this, you’re probably going to shut me up in no time at all,” Currie said before making the comment.
     “But the obvious thing that 1,200 young men are going to need in the middle of a village like Little Piddington is a brothel.” Currie immediately acknowledged that such a facility was unlikely to be provided.

     As my highly intelligent and worldly-wise Gentle Readers might expect, Currie’s comment has drawn quite a lot of attention and outrage. But here at Liberty’s Torch, we go beneath the outrage. We plumb for the true horror, the Old Ones that lie dreaming in sunken R’lyeh, ready to awaken when Mankind is ready for its Ultimate Orgy. And why should that celebration of bloodletting not begin in Britain? Indeed, why would the Old Ones prefer any other clime?

     Edwina Currie is an intelligent woman. She was certainly able to predict with high accuracy what her remark would elicit. And she was not disappointed… unless she hoped for other intelligent persons to make the obvious inference from her statement. As far as I’m aware, that inference remains undrawn.

     So let us sojourn to the imaginary realm where Edwina Currie’s fanciful suggestion is realized. A brothel – a legally certified and regulated house of ill repute, where customers can purchase sexual services – is established in Piddington. Further questions now arise:

• Who is going to provide those sexual services?
• How will those migrant Third Worlders afford them? Will the British State provide them as a “benefit?”
• And will those Third World young men be interested in purchasing them, anyway?

     Let us look past the old jokes about State-provided goods and services. Yes, government invariably ruins whatever it touches. That’s why sensible peoples either confine their States in bands of steel or abjure them altogether. Let us ask rather what those young male Third Worlders really want. Can it be made a “market commodity” without repealing the laws of Nature?

     Young male Third World “asylum seekers” have unleashed a plague of rape and other assaults upon British women. British women. Not other Third Worlders. They’re uninterested in women from their homelands. They want the good stuff: the White women. It might even be why they came to Britain.

     So it would be pointless to staff the Piddington Fulfillment Centre for Human Needs with Third World women – if, indeed, there are any Third World women in Britain who would agree to be employed there. The staff must be White British women. Would any number of White British women apply for those posts? Knowing what young male Third Worlders have done to their sister Britons?

     I think it unlikely. But even more unlikely is the prospect of young male Third Worlders going to the Piddington Fulfillment Centre for Human Needs in the first place. These are not civilized people accustomed to civilized dealings with others. They’re savages from savage places, where all that matters is what they can get away with. They probably like rape as much for its redolence of power as they do for “getting a leg over.”

     Yes, I’m serious. And, I think, so was Edwina Currie. What better demonstration of the folly of admitting tens of thousands of savages to the Sceptered Isle could there be than a State-regulated and subsidized brothel whose putative customers ignore it completely?

     The political Establishment of the United Kingdom is among the most perverse and hostile in the world today. Yet there remain a few Conservatives willing to give true coloration to the horrors the State continues to inflict upon helpless, wholly disarmed Britons. Edwina Currie appears to be one. Don’t condemn her. Make use of the weapon she’s given you.

     The pillage of Piddington, a tiny Oxfordshire village, may yet awaken British men to their duties. If so, rivers of blood will follow, for once his wrath is awakened, the Saxon knows little of restraint.

The Wrath Of The Awakened Saxon

It was not part of their blood,
It came to them very late,
With long arrears to make good,
When the Saxon began to hate.

They were not easily moved,
They were icy — willing to wait
Till every count should be proved,
Ere the Saxon began to hate.

Their voices were even and low.
Their eyes were level and straight.
There was neither sign nor show
When the Saxon began to hate.

It was not preached to the crowd.
It was not taught by the state.
No man spoke it aloud
When the Saxon began to hate.

It was not suddently bred.
It will not swiftly abate.
Through the chilled years ahead,
When Time shall count from the date
That the Saxon began to hate.

[Rudyard Kipling]