STEELING BRITISH RESOLVE

The bloody bastards terror bombed London today. We don’t know which bastards yet, but bastards they are, cowards, terrorists, who deserve being hunted down and strung up by their balls, smeared with pig crap, and left to die.

The Brits seems to be taking it well. Waiting to hear from a relative up Scotland not far from the G8 boys. Let you know what she says.

It could have been much worse. There is speculation that Al Quaeda is losing steam, that they are unable to coordinate large terror events as they did back in 9/11/01. Maybe. The United States has not suffered a major attack since then. They go after our allies….Brits,we think are made of sterner stuff. Some of the old timers compared today’s atrocity to the Blitz.

Which brings us to Winston Churchill, war time Prime Minister of the sceptered Isle, a time when the Germans kicked the French in the groin hard enough to turn them into ‘surrender monkeys’, where they have remained ever since. Sir Winston was probably the finest orator of the last century. He was of the old school, trained in a tradition of public speaking that began in ancient Greece, honed by generations culminating in the great speeches of Republican Rome. He knew the power of the spoken word better than anybody.

Excerpts from two Churchill orations, both from 1940 near the beginning of the war, at a time when the outcome was anything but clear, when the Nazi was over-running Europe, when Britain’s primary ally, France, was proving unreliable.

(1) We shall go on to the end, we shall fight in France, we shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our Island, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender, and even if, which I do not for a moment believe, this Island or a large part of it were subjugated and starving, then our Empire beyond the seas, armed and guarded by the British Fleet, would carry on the struggle, until, in God's good time, the New World, with all its power and might, steps forth to the rescue and the liberation of the old.


(2) I would say to the House, as I said to those who have joined this government: "I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat."

We have before us an ordeal of the most grievous kind. We have before us many, many long months of struggle and of suffering.

You ask, what is our policy? I can say: It is to wage war, by sea, land and air, with all our might and with all the strength that God can give us; to wage war against a monstrous tyranny, never surpassed in the dark, lamentable catalogue of human crime. That is our policy.
You ask, what is our aim? I can answer in one word: It is victory, victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory, however long and hard the road may be; for without victory, there is no survival.

Let that be realised; no survival for the British Empire, no survival for all that the British Empire has stood for, no survival for the urge and impulse of the ages, that mankind will move forward towards its goal. But I take up my task with buoyancy and hope.

I feel sure that our cause will not be suffered to fail among men. At this time I feel entitled to claim the aid of all, and I say, "come then, let us go forward together with our united strength."

Once upon a time there were statesmen.