“Powers come up from the people. Parliament for the first time since 1910, when the Lords resisted the curtailing of their powers, is flying in the face of the people. Parliament will not survive. The key thing to remember is that representative democracy has to respect finally those who choose the representatives. They do not have the right simply to decide on a whim what they are going to do. That is what Parliament is…

I was happily enjoying a solitary lunch in an Italian restaurant the other day (a very nice minestrone as it happens), when my solitude was interrupted by the proprietor wanting to chat – it was a quiet day. Well, you have to be polite so I indulged him even though his English is only marginally better than my Italian. He wanted to talk politics, so having stumbled through Brexit (he’s in favour) and Boris (I’m…

Following the first round of the Conservative leadership election, in which Boris Johnson received more votes than the next three most popular candidates put together, Tory leadership hopefuls have refused to step down from the contest so that Boris can be anointed leader, and instead insist on continuing with the protracted process of choosing a new Tory leader, despite it being obvious they have no real prospect of beating Boris and despite it being obvious…

In the week that the long-running televising of George R. R. Martin’s epic tale, ‘A Song of Ice and Fire’ reached it’s disappointing conclusion, and more than a million outraged ‘Game of Thrones’ fans signed an online petition demanding that the TV script writers re-write the final season, so too another long-running saga is reaching its dismal climax, Theresa May’s ‘Game of Groans’. In the penultimate episode of TV’s ‘Game of Thrones’ fantasy, the main…

As the local election results are made returned we nationalists must once again avoid the temptation to despair. The election results are frustrating and our political enemies have through perverse serendipity profited from their mendacity, but what did we expect? The local government elections have seen a surge for the Lib-Dems and the Greens because their supporters have over the last three years been buoyed by a string of successes. They have seen the traitors…

More than a week after we were supposed to have left the European Union, and more than a week after solicitor Robin Tilbrook, head of the English Democrats Party maintains that legally we did leave the EU, Theresa May is still just about managing to slither over or under, or around all of the obstacles placed in her way, and to stumble on in the insistent and blinkered belief that her Brexit deal is ‘The…

As the once designated ‘Brexit Day’ passes without our people regaining our freedom and self-determination, and we witness yet further chaos, vacillation, and political manoeuvring, many of our people will be despairing and wondering how and when this sorry tale of Brexit will end. The dream of Britain’s exit from the European Union has lived in the hearts of British patriots ever since the day in 1973, when Prime Minister Edward Heath took us into…

This coming year has many dangers in store for our race and nation but opportunities as well, and both arise from the multiple possible outcomes of the Brexit process. For me and probably for most racial nationalists the outcome, whatever it may be, will be judged not on its consequences for trade or the economy nor even for sovereignty (that slightly academic obsession of most Tory Brexiteers), but on its consequences for immigration. So we…

With the fate of our nation hanging in the balance, we British are now forced to spend the Christmas and New Year holidays this year not knowing what is to become of us. Are we as a nation to once again assert our freedom and self-determination through a free trade Brexit, are we heading for Brexit in name only, a super-Norway deal, a super-Canada deal, Mrs May’s Chequers ‘dogs breakfast’ of a Brexit, or are…

With the centenary of the end of the First World War upon us, I found myself the other day contemplating (not for the first time) the War Memorial in a small town in the south of England not far from my home. There they were, the lost boys, row upon row upon row of good English names – and a sprinkling of Irish, Scots and Welsh to keep them company. What did they think they…