There’s No Such Thing As A ‘Decent’ Racial Nationalist

[Don’t worry, this is the last ‘political’ one I’ll be doing for a while now I’ve got my ‘gaming’ laptop back!]

One of the most stupid concepts within the various strands of Britain’s far right is ‘racial nationalism’ – the notion that a nation’s homogeneity is linked to a particular race. The original British National Party of John Bean and Andrew Fontaine started this crap in the 1950s, little more than an attempt to repackage Nazi and Fascist beliefs into a form which those on the ‘patriotic’ wing of the Conservative Party would find acceptable.

Unfettered EU immigration under Tony Blair’s Labour government proved one of this ideology’s biggest chickens coming home to roost. Parts of Britain were swamped in less than ten years with white Eastern Europe immigrants with wildly different attitudes (and often zero English) to the native population, at the expense of the steady flow of non-white immigrants from our former Afro-Caribbean and Asian colonies, most of whom had either spoken English or used English as their language of officialdom and often had shared communal attitudes (especially of right and wrong) on top.

Even the biggest racist learned the hard way that shared cultural mores counted for far more in practice than shared skin pigmentation, and it is no coincidence that from those still pursuing the line of ‘nordic brotherhood’ are regarded from this point onward as on a par with UFOlogists and Flat Earthers.

One by one these idiots unwilling to face the real world are dying off, and it’s no surprise that both the current BNP and NF are jointly mourning another of their number now pushing up the daisies who was behind many of their abortive ‘unity’ attempts.

When Ken Booth was in charge of the National Front of the North East of England, in 2007 he compared Auschwitz to Disneyland and refused to believe the reported death toll figures – a common theme amongst Holocaust deniers.

He later jumped ship to the Griffin led BNP and over to Andrew Brons’ British Democratic Party (another old far-right party name being recycled) when some of the old racists disliked Griffin’s attempts to make them cuddly (and after Griffin’s disastrous performance on BBC’s Question Time saw their electoral fortunes plunge – by contrast Brons gave two polished TV performances in the following weeks).

But perhaps it’s best to let the only newspaper headline he ever attracted in his life speak for itself.

With Booth in Beelzebub’s boudoir, one of the few ‘unity pushers’ left is Richard Edmonds – the loyal sidekick of the evil John Tyndall (Britain’s premier Nazi from about 1972 until his death in 2005) from 1980 when there was an Evil Henchmen vacancy caused by Martin Webster deciding to ditch his old boss Tyndall as a bust flush after he’d single handedly bankrupted the National Front.

There’s a rumour that the old BBC TV show Waterloo Road based their grumpy bigot balding schoolteacher Grantly Budgen character on Edmonds, as he first achieved national notoriety after being sacked as a school teacher in London for his views (one of several jobs he was to lose in his life from his racist hobbies). He achieved even more infamy as the editor of Holocaust denial Holocaust News, and as Deputy Leader of Tyndall’s vanity party (the second incarnation of the BNP) was its passive aggressive mouthpiece to the press and TV, based in the BNP’s 1990s ‘bookshop’ (a reinforced bunker in London’s Brick Lane, deliberately chosen to provoke its large ethnic minority population).

All in all, a thoroughly unpleasant man, but not according to Matthew Collins, dickhead of ‘research’ at Hopeless Not Helping.

‘Eloquent and generous’? What planet are you on? The BNP’s ‘bookshop’ (really the party’s administrative HQ) was strictly appointment only, so Collins stories can be dismissed as bullshit. Sadly for that skeet, it is easy to get from most central reference libraries copies of Tim Hepple’s ‘At War With Society’ account of life inside the BNP’s Brick Lane bunker and what actually went on. A man who lives on an exclusive diet of cheese, bacon and beans is not the ‘eloquent’ type by any stretch of the imagination, not even a ‘racial nationalist’ one!

Collins has been showing concern for his old idol’s health.

Sod off! Edmonds is no A. K. Chesterton, Bill Baillie or John Bean, someone whose views you may not agree with or may even downright abhor, but at least shows signs of decency as a human being and more to the point towards his fellow human beings. Edmonds whole life is centred around hate for hate’s sake.

He would have been jailed and the key lost years ago had not so-called ‘anti-fascists’ deliberately prejudiced his numerous trials (in much the same manner Tommy Robinson tried doing which earned him a well-earned stay behind bars) in order to keep him on the loose and themselves in work. His luck finally ran out in 1993 when he did three months for his part in an assault on a mixed race couple where he flung a beer glass at them and called the girl a ‘n*gg*r lover.’ Anyone who uses violence to pursue their political objectives is scum for which there can be no excuse.

Again, a picture tells what Matthew Collins’ bullshit does not.

There for all the world to see is very much the true nature of this repulsive evil old bigot with his permanent snarl against the world – a complete oxygen thief who has never done a single decent action in his life for Britain or humanity in general, all he can ever do is hate, hate, hate. More’s the pity he didn’t stay over in Russia (where he fled to after his loyal master was sent to hell) with the rest of the wastes of space.

Certainly no one should feel sorry he’s thrown all his money away on pursuing the Nazi daydream and is now living a miserable impoverished existence, all the while still peddling this crap.

A few paragraphs back you claimed that the BNP ‘bookshop’ was responsible for the murder of local blacks and Asians from the hate it encouraged, now you’re saying you would doff your cap to the bastard that ran the place? Ow, my brain hurts – but at least I have a brain to hurt, you freaking skeet!

As anti-racist double-agent John Kingsley Read retorted to John Tyndall in the NF in 1975 (when Read was head of the NF!), ‘a man is known by the company he keeps.’ This also applies to the company one would voluntarily keep, Mr Collins.