The Battle of Balaclavas
‘Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
Into Dover town centre walked the six hundred.
Coppers to the right of them,
Commies to the left of them,
Invaders in front of them.
Stormed at with government shot and media shell.
They had come through the jaws of Death,
Heading towards the mouth of hell.’
I’m going to start off this article by reiterating my belief in consistency. Nobody in the United Kingdom should be allowed to walk around in a public place with their face concealed. It is not British; it is not a sociable act; it is intimidating. Were this to be a society where to argue for protected borders, a culturally homogenous society, a collective sense of British identity and biological dichotomy would gain you an air of respect, the need for facial concealment would be redundant. Tragically, it isn’t. Instead we live in a country where to support what would have been mainstream thirty years ago would now, at best, likely lead to severe consequences from your employer and, at worst, make you a candidate to have your skull caved in whilst sitting eating a meal at your own dining table.
Back in 2010, whilst writing for David Vance on his former site A Tangled Web (ATW), I penned a series of articles with some ‘unsavoury’ views on the impact of Islam on British society. Incidentally, I make no apology for those views and there are still very much in kilter with my opinions in 2026. Within a few days, I received a letter from my company’s regional HQ requesting that I come down to a investigation meeting with a possibility of future disciplinary action. This was despite the fact I then had over 4 years of an unblemished record with the company I was working for, and the allegations had absolutely nothing to do with my job. A follower of ATW had cross-referenced my name and carried out an extensive search to identify me, the district of the town I lived in, and the company I worked for. He had then taken the trouble to print out paper copies of the articles in question, seal them in a brown A4 envelope, and post them (it had a Colchester postmark as I recall) addressed to the ‘Managing Director’. I came in to the meeting, invented a cock-and-bull story about the website being hacked, said I had no case to answer, and went back to my work duties as you were when they realised they couldn’t prove otherwise. I completed another 13 years at that establishment with the best team anyone could hope to be part of, before the exigencies of working life took us all in different career directions. So, if the culprit is reading this today, I have to tell you that you failed utterly, you miserable twat!
Today, I have another great job in the healthcare sector and I live in a house where the mortgage was paid in full years ago. As a single guy, I also only have myself to worry about. Hence, although I strongly agree in principle that those who descended on Dover should not have done so with their faces covered, I can fully understand why they did so. Many have wives and children to provide for, and probably don’t relish the prospect on ending up on the dole. Worse, being targets for media libel or for Antifa savages who, may I remind people, have covered their faces for years without threat of British state sanction.
Notwithstanding their somewhat sinister appearance in Dover last week, there were no arrests, no reports of violence, and no evidence of any vandalism to public or private property. Those men came to make a point; they made their point; and went home. Cue the howls of horror from the mainstream media, as the ‘far-Right’ (the most overused and exaggerated term in modern British parlance) hit town. OK, they caused unwelcome disruption. But so has every protest and trades union industrial action since the beginning of time! What’s the difference? If anything, these masked protestors have exposed the nature of two-tier law enforcement in this country at a time when the scum who rule over us – or attempt to culturally proselytise us – move rocks to convince us there’s no such thing. How do we know this? Because it is now open season on people who go around dressed in black with their faces concealed. For example, Nottinghamshire Police have said they will arrest and detain anyone found to be facially concealed for anti-social purposes (https://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/home-news/nottingham-balaclavas-ban-police-fine-b3047215.html). They stress that particular caveat in order to avoid offending anyone who wishes to peruse Barker Gate or the Lace Market in a black, letterbox-fronted, Ninja suit in the name of Islam. For the Muslims are the British state’s chosen children, you see. Let’s face it, if a religion can groom its way across the United Kingdom with impunity, the womenfolk aren’t going to thing twice about sullying our town centres in their Man with Milk Tray garb rounded off with material versions of Sallet helmets, are they?
In two-tier Britain, to be concerned about what those in power are doing to this country – its cultural, historical, constitutional and social rape – is to be Public Enemy Numero Uno. I am all for banning face coverings, but only if they apply to everyone. I cannot adhere to, or respect, a law that has selective application for political convenience. Do Andy and Shabbers honestly think those who executed their day trip to Dover – without alerting our third-rate police forces and intelligence services – won’t have the wherewithal to turn up to future gatherings dressed like the Grand Ayatollah’s oldest daughter? I know they like to think Danny Tommo, Tommy Robinson and their entourage are thick, ignorant, dross. The difference is, I’ve heard both men speak and can confirm they’re anything but. So what will our two-tier, two-faced Establishment do then? One thing is for certain: This excerable government will not silence those of us – with or without balaclavas – who despair at what it being done to our beloved United Kingdom. Not on your nelly!
