Wednesday, 2 January 2013

Still good to go

Don't take this the wrong way, but I rather like the Liz Earle Naturally Active Men's Skincare facial wash I obtained for Christmas. Although not cheap I've become very particular about the products I use at the risk of being accused of effeminate. Not, being a knuckle-dragging, subhuman monster, that the risk is very great.

Nick is still lined up to speak at a prestigious event later in the month although, as ever, there is a high probability of the far-left scuppering the event in the interests of preserving "democracy" and enforcing the replacement of white people otherwise known as "diversity". I'll give you plenty of time as at present we are still good to go and it will certainly make national news.

Sad news I'm afraid from Yorkshire as I found out today that one of England's last remaining hen harriers was illegally shot on the Yorkshire Dales. Quite rightly I point out the cruelty of Muslim ritual slaughter but we have people just as wicked in our own community. The Independent newspaper from a couple of weeks back tells the full story of Bowland Beth's decline.

The RSPB are naturally up in arms about it all. I wonder if they ever ask themselves about the decline about the indigenous people of Britain and who the hell is going to care about our wildlife should they get rid of us? Nevertheless, I'll carry this poem which was featured on their website and was attributed to Gavin Jones who lives near Bowland.

The moor was bright with wisps of mist,
And floating cotton grass in down.
The pipits pointed skyward wired.
So light the sun, so still the moor.
With pivot, dart and kiting wings,
The ringtail took the northern ridge.
She filled the widest sky with sight.
So light the sun, so still the moor.
Forever had her line owned flight,
And now the last in phantom form,
Eternal drifting beauty’s spell:
Though lost to life she haunts the hills,
The emptiness and quartered grounds,
So light the sun, so still the moor.

I've seen lots of hen harriers over the years but had to go to Islay to see my first male bird. In 2008 11 pairs of Hen Harriers bred successfully within the Forest of Bowland Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty. Now it looks as if they have all been shot or poisoned - cruel, selfish, greedy people.