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A Warning to the British- from the History of others.
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A Warning to the British- from the History of others.
“I just can’t understand it”. The Archaeologist scratched the top of his sunburnt head.
“I mean. How did the Europeans ignore all those warning signs. The obvious. And still, simply- erase themselves?”
He drew his dirty fingernail finger along the thin line of ash in the strata. “Civilization”, carbonised. Only the occasional “Evian” bottle, or white plastic wire from what he called a “phone charger”, compressed, jutting out from the layer deposited three hundred years before he was born…
It turned out, they could be, that stupid…
We of Greek Macedonian descent send you this warning from your near future.
A message in bottle. From once the greatest Empire the World had known – of Alexander- to another- of the Englishmen.
Alexander who it is said, sat, removed his breastplate and wept when they told him there was no more Earth to conquer.
We Hellenes know what it is to be under the rule and subjugation of the Sunni Mohammedan, their descendants, now Moslem Turks. The long-handed despotism of Sultans and Kalifs in their palaces. In Oman and Egypt, far from Greece. Never visiting their “Possessions”, but sucking on the Sherbert, hookah pipe of their taxes. As the British will soon discover.
How it was, for my great grandparents to be expelled to the US in 1916. Their property- and whole lives- in Constantinople sequestered. Ancestral land in Gravena, where the River Styx runs between myth and the mountains, a thousand-year-old olive grove, burnt in an afternoon. Two uncles, one a trainee Doctor, the other a Lawyer, taken to the back of a farmhouse, tied to chairs and shot with a Luger, under the smile of a German officer teaching and learning the brutality of their Mohammedan allies. Remember my namesake Demetrius and Zsis.
Some will not rest until Byzantium is restored at a New Constantinople. Others can never forget. So cannot forgive the twisted, faux Christianity of “loving enemies” who cannot, do not want to be loved. Only feared.
When it comes down to it, I find it hard to describe the sadness. Knowing that younger generations do not know the “England” of the Eighties- and before. What they are missing. Missing something more than Nostalgia. Which, as we all know, is never what it used to be.
That England was a better England. More homogenous. Failings and all. A society- not just a place on the way, from and to, somewhere else on the M4. A “Nation” has to be, more than an airport arrivals hall.
There were warnings, red and dark evening clouds, on the horizon. Then as now, ignored.
Your former Imperial capital London has already fallen. Government, Civil Service and Judiciary infiltered. Your Will, evaporated by Propaganda.
All of the former “UK” is destined to become a Birmingstan. A caliphate region of a new “EU Emirates”.
The problem was, the British fought the wrong enemy at the wrong time. Then believed the myth they had “Won” the Rothschild’s phony Wars for them. The curse of the complacency of never having been invaded, unlike France or Greece. They “invaded” themselves with Mass Migrations in the ensuing lost decades.
We are all living within the sheesha bubbles of the mistakes of the 1960’s. Made by the overrated. The over-confident. By those who naively believed The Answer to “Multiculturalism” was more… Multiculturalism. The hemlock of a “Progressive Liberalism”, that was neither. Poisoning the generations, a whole society, with more poison.
By idiots, long dead, who do not have to live in “Terminal 4” once known as the United Kingdom.
JAMES CHANEL AMAZON KDP & INDEPENDENT BOOKSTORES
James, thank you for this.
Just one note though - in England, a red evening sky usually foretells a good weather the next day, whereas a red morning sky is indicative of a very poor day, weather-wise:
“Red sky at night? Shepherd’s delight.
Red sky at morning - Shepherd’s warning.”