Posted on 06/01/2018 10:30:39 AM PDT by davikkm
We must pray for Tommy Robinson, as most likely he will never make it out of prison alive. It has just been announced the authorities may lock him up with the same Islamists who tried to kill him. If they do this, it is like in the ancient days of Rome, when they threw the prisoners into an arena with a lion and watched the lion devour them.
Tommy is a modern day saint, and many are doing everything they can to help him – people are rising up – they have had enough.
In the earliest protests the EDL’s members sought to highlight issues including sharia law, Islam’s attitudes toward minorities, and the phenomenon that would become known as ‘grooming gangs.’ The authorities did everything they could to stop the EDL But they persisted to speak out for those children, who were seized and used by the Islamic gangs. The authorities denied their very existance.
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Brits really have to consider it war if they do this.
That was the judge’s intent.
This case ought to be considered attempted murder by the judge and his accomplices.
Yep.
Cousins, Wake UP!!!!!!!
Cousins, Wake UP!!!!!!!
A. Has no one been able to visit him?
In the states, I see people who have committed horrible crimes being interviewed by a reporter through a window the next day.
B. What has Angela May said about this? Anything?
If he survives, he might have a future in politics.
May is the equivalent to our NWO Rinos.
The Brits may want to take note of who is responsible for this then if something happens to Tommy then make sure the same thing happens to those responsible for putting him there in harms way.
An eye for eye or in this case; eyes for an eye.
TOMMY:
I WENT into a public ‘ouse to get a pint o’beer,
The publican ‘e up an’ sez, ``We serve no red-coats here.’’
The girls be’ind the bar they laughed an’ giggled fit to die,
I outs into the street again an’ to myself sez I:
O it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ ``Tommy, go away’’;
But it’s ``Thank you, Mister Atkins,’’ when the band begins to play,
The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play,
O it’s ``Thank you, Mr. Atkins,’’ when the band begins to play.
I went into a theatre as sober as could be,
They gave a drunk civilian room, but ‘adn’t none for me;
They sent me to the gallery or round the music ‘alls,
But when it comes to fightin’, Lord! they’ll shove me in the stalls!
For it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ ``Tommy, wait outside’’;
But it’s ``Special train for Atkins’’ when the trooper’s on the tide,
The troopship’s on the tide, my boys, the troopship’s on the tide,
O it’s ``Special train for Atkins’’ when the trooper’s on the tide.
Yes, makin’ mock o’ uniforms that guard you while you sleep
Is cheaper than them uniforms, an’ they’re starvation cheap;
An’ hustlin’ drunken soldiers when they’re goin’ large a bit
Is five times better business than paradin’ in full kit.
Then it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ ``Tommy how’s yer soul?’’
But it’s ``Thin red line of ‘eroes’’ when the drums begin to roll,
The drums begin to roll, my boys, the drums begin to roll,
O it’s ``Thin red line of ‘eroes’’ when the drums begin to roll.
We aren’t no thin red ‘eroes, nor we aren’t no blackguards too,
But single men in barricks, most remarkable like you;
An’ if sometimes our conduck isn’t all your fancy paints:
Why, single men in barricks don’t grow into plaster saints;
While it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an ``Tommy, fall be’ind,’’
But it’s ``Please to walk in front, sir,’’ when there’s trouble in the wind,
There’s trouble in the wind, my boys, there’s trouble in the wind,
O it’s ``Please to walk in front, sir,’’ when there’s trouble in the wind.
You talk o’ better food for us, an’schools, an’ fires an’ all:
We’ll wait for extry rations if you treat us rational.
Don’t mess about the cook-room slops, but prove it to our face
The Widow’s Uniform is not the soldier-man’s disgrace.
For it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ ``Chuck him out, the brute!’’
But it’s ``Saviour of ‘is country,’’ when the guns begin to shoot;
Yes it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ anything you please;
But Tommy ain’t a bloomin’ fool—you bet that Tommy sees!
- Rudyard Kipling
I’ve modified a few poems and songs for other issues. No inspiration yet, probably because I want to use this poem - but Kipling is too good to change casually. If I could find the right message and tone, this would be a good template.
If this happens (and I pray it doesn’t), the last remaining decent people in England must start dragging their Overlords into the street and hanging them, there would be no other recourse.
That’s probably the plan, the intent.
Problem solved.
Sounds right. No rope control yet, and with knife control the left won’t be able to cut their own down
haha...
islami-fascist Britain.
Amazing!
“...strike me down and I will become more powerful than you can possibly imagine.” - comes to mind. They can’t be this stupid.
Why on earth this information isn’t public already is horrifying.
Mr. Kipling definitely had a way with words. He was not a fan of the Mohammedans.
“Storming the Bastille”
Coming soon to Merry Old England.
We also should borrow some history from a neighbor and say Tommy was put in the ‘Bastille.’ The outcome that evokes May give some of the elite pause.
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