On Monday outside a service station in England patriotic British activist Tommy Robinson ran into a large group of young male fans who posed for pictures and chanted his trademark chant in a short video.
Unfortunately for these fans they were soldiers in uniform. And my didn’t the brown and sticky stuff hit the fan.
The British Army brass and the supposedly Conservative British government were distinctly unamused.
Tommy thanked his well-wishers online and declared that “A moment like this makes it all worthwhile. Today I met real British heroes.” His Facebook page (now approaching a million followers) was flooded by serving soldiers, sailors and airmen as well as their families from around the world praising and thanking Robinson for his own sacrifices in service to his country.
An official British Army spokesman said:
“Far-right ideology is completely at odds with the values and ethos of the armed forces. The armed forces have robust measures in place to ensure those exhibiting extremist views are neither tolerated nor permitted to serve.”
Imam Asim Hafiz, an Islamic religious adviser to the armed forces, said:
“Any form of racism, discrimination or extremism is taken extremely seriously and will be dealt with accordingly. The armed forces remain absolutely committed to welcoming individuals from across all faiths and cultures into its ranks.”
Sara Khan, the supposedly “Conservative” government’s anti-extremism commissioner stated:
“Tommy Robinson’s attention-seeking is cover for divisive anti-Muslim hatred that is causing real harm to individuals, communities and society in general.”
In other words the establishment crapped their pants. The British Army hierarchy immediately began proceedings to discharge one of the young squaddies, presumably as a lesson to the others.
They seemed very scared, not just by how positive the response from the rank and file towards Robinson had been, but by the fact that this was clearly not a staged event. Robinson and the young soldiers had just bumped into each other outside the Watford Gap service station.
It was a fluke, a twist of fate demonstrating that despite the screaming from the journalists hyperventilating in their newsrooms and the sheer and utter unadulterated bile that accompanies the very mention of Robinson’s name in any sector of the press the working class British blokes who the elites rely on to fight their wars actually quite like him.
Can you imagine how terrifying that must be?
These people have done everything to destroy this man. They’ve beaten him in the streets, attacked him home and family, smeared his name in polite society beyond any hope of redemption and even locked him up in jail for exposing their complicity in the racist gang rape of underage British girls.
And they still can’t beat him.
They still can’t stop him from being a hero to the people he fights for, the people he represents.
For all their power, for all their institutions, for all their dodgy deals and bending of the rules, for all their funded mobs of leftist thugs they send out to attack this man and his supporters, for all they threaten, fire and expel all those who dare speak positively of his name.
He’s still a hero to his people.
They can even send him to a prison filled with his enemies that want to maim or kill him while separating him from his wife and children and it still doesn’t break him.
Can you even imagine how scary this must be for them?
Robinson immediately began a campaign to help the unnamed soldier now threatened with discharge simply for talking to him on the side of the road. The petition as this article is written has accumulated over 150,000 signatures.
In addition service personnel from around the UK have been sending in pictures of themselves in uniform or with their medals in support.
The idea of soldiers thinking for themselves tends to keep ruling classes up at night.
There probably isn’t any hope for “soldier X” as the unnamed squaddie facing discharge has become known. The powers that be are too pissed off.
But at least the rest of us can take a bit of joy out of the fact that quite a few very unpleasant powerful people have clearly been made very uncomfortable by a few photos at a service station.
Let’s just hope that those powerful priviliged sorts as they lay their heads to sleep tonight have cause to remember the words of Britain’s greatest poet:
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, ‘ow’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.
Sleep well ladies and gentlemen. God knows you don’t deserve it.