An interesting and successful day in St Helens yesterday.
We decided to have a day of action there (I couldn't publicise it so we would catch them out)
A stall was set up near the parish church and leaflets were being handed out.
Before long the council officials were out to see if any by laws were being broken(they weren't) but it was surprising that so many people could be spared from the busy town hall to monitor a leafletting campaign. They must have had a slack work day. Keep paying your council tax. You know it is being put to good use.
A bearded man (he looked like a social worker) started handing out "Searchlies" pamphlets out and was generally ignored.
Tony Ward, our hero of Leigh was filming the street and was told by a cop to stop filming and he replied "no", so another cop came and said the same and he again refused saying it was not against the law unless he was a suspected terrorist. If they thought he was a terrorist they would have to arrest him. After conferring they decided to go. He asked them if he could carry on filming and one cop said "please yourself".
It just shows they dont know the law and were sent by their PC bosses to hassle us.
In another amusing incident Paul Rimmer was being abused by the self styled "anti fascists" and he retaliated by singing the national anthem. At this they walked away but he followed them singing "Jerusalem". This seemed to frighten them and they had to get a cop to stop Paul singing as it was disturbing them.
WHAT A STATE WE ARE IN when singing "Jerusalem" is considered offensive.
Clive Jefferson in the loudspeaker car was threatened with arrest for noise pollution. He said if it is too loud ask me to turn it down. At the time the speakers were off so how they could assess it I don't know.
I heard a cop talking on his radio asking whether anything racist had been said but could not get this confirmed.
Clive was made to move his car, fair enough and he parked across the road. We were talking, in this quiet street and Nick arrived. I was amazed by the reaction for with only one exception people on recognising him were supportive and asked for leaflets.
After further leafletting we went to a pub where to a full house a soldier told of his betrayal by the government. He is a broken man but has little recompense, has to pay all his bills, unlike the immigrants. We were nearly moved to tears by his story.
This was followed by a Q and A session by Nick.
Today I visited a fantastic new venue where we will be having a special meeting in May.
It's all looking good with new enquiries coming in thick and fast.
I'm almost sorry I'll be off after tomorrow. The adrenaline is high and the response from the people is fantastic.
No wonder the corrupt politicians of the other parties are frightened.
The people are fed up of their lies and deceit and seeing the truth that--
The BNP is the ONLY way forward.
Thursday, 23 April 2009
EAT YOUR HEART OUT SIMON DARBY
Let’s take a little break from politics. Just for a change ... and see if we can’t make Simon a little envious …
It wouldn’t surprise me if not many of you know what this beautiful creature is. And even fewer will have seen one. I’d bet a lifetime’s pay that Simon Darby knows though. But have you ever seen one in the wild Simon? And from a distance of only about ten feet? And if you haven’t, wouldn’t you just love to – even if for only a few seconds?
I don’t know if this picture is of a Welsh one (I doubt it), or from some other population. It has recently been discovered that the Welsh Pine Martin forms a distinct genetic population, of probably no more than 50 individuals. And I’ve seen one of them close up!
It was from the time I lived in a house some 1800 or so ft up in the hills near Bala. We had no road to the house, only a track. One day I was walking along this track to walk the six miles or so to the town …
It is a peculiarity of mine that, particularly when out in the country, I move silently. I don’t do it consciously – it just happens. This is most likely a product of my rural Anglesey upbringing and the games we played and things we did. So, walking silently along this track, I was topping out over a rise … only my head was over it and there, about 10ft in front of me was a Pine Martin, crossing the track, and about half way over. It hadn’t heard me coming. I instantly stopped, and so did the martin. I looked at it, and it looked at me. For about six or seven seconds we both just froze in position staring at each other. Electrifying. What a privilege. The throat was far creamier than the white in this picture.
Like you Simon, I have an enormous, if informal, interest in the wildlife of our country. Most people, when they think of wildlife tend to think of Polar Bears, Lions, Tigers etc. without a thought for the rich variety of quite magnificent creatures here in Britain. It doesn’t have to be big to be magnificent. When’s Attenborough going to do one of his series again – but this time exclusively on OUR wildlife?
Anyway, after six or seven seconds it ran off into the trees. Never seen one before that, or since.
Saw a Hoopoe bird once too, at that house – honestly, I do know a Hoopoe bird when I see one. It set itself down on our living-room window sill. A strange sounding, as well as looking, bird. But that was nothing compared to the martin. I wont ever forget it.
Go on then Simon, black cat that. Because I’ve got an even blacker cat waiting in the wings ... from the South-east corner of Anglesey.
I’m the bloke you showed how to switch on my (my brothers actually – long term loan. Hah! - he wont see that again) camcorder at the Liverpool mass leafleting in response to the arrest of our Liverpool people the week before. At the war memorial.
It wouldn’t surprise me if not many of you know what this beautiful creature is. And even fewer will have seen one. I’d bet a lifetime’s pay that Simon Darby knows though. But have you ever seen one in the wild Simon? And from a distance of only about ten feet? And if you haven’t, wouldn’t you just love to – even if for only a few seconds?
I don’t know if this picture is of a Welsh one (I doubt it), or from some other population. It has recently been discovered that the Welsh Pine Martin forms a distinct genetic population, of probably no more than 50 individuals. And I’ve seen one of them close up!
It was from the time I lived in a house some 1800 or so ft up in the hills near Bala. We had no road to the house, only a track. One day I was walking along this track to walk the six miles or so to the town …
It is a peculiarity of mine that, particularly when out in the country, I move silently. I don’t do it consciously – it just happens. This is most likely a product of my rural Anglesey upbringing and the games we played and things we did. So, walking silently along this track, I was topping out over a rise … only my head was over it and there, about 10ft in front of me was a Pine Martin, crossing the track, and about half way over. It hadn’t heard me coming. I instantly stopped, and so did the martin. I looked at it, and it looked at me. For about six or seven seconds we both just froze in position staring at each other. Electrifying. What a privilege. The throat was far creamier than the white in this picture.
Like you Simon, I have an enormous, if informal, interest in the wildlife of our country. Most people, when they think of wildlife tend to think of Polar Bears, Lions, Tigers etc. without a thought for the rich variety of quite magnificent creatures here in Britain. It doesn’t have to be big to be magnificent. When’s Attenborough going to do one of his series again – but this time exclusively on OUR wildlife?
Anyway, after six or seven seconds it ran off into the trees. Never seen one before that, or since.
Saw a Hoopoe bird once too, at that house – honestly, I do know a Hoopoe bird when I see one. It set itself down on our living-room window sill. A strange sounding, as well as looking, bird. But that was nothing compared to the martin. I wont ever forget it.
Go on then Simon, black cat that. Because I’ve got an even blacker cat waiting in the wings ... from the South-east corner of Anglesey.
I’m the bloke you showed how to switch on my (my brothers actually – long term loan. Hah! - he wont see that again) camcorder at the Liverpool mass leafleting in response to the arrest of our Liverpool people the week before. At the war memorial.
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