We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
To a London reader, born and bred with multiculturalism, I know that my stories may come across as outlandish and exaggerated, and that I must surely be a BNP voter — I have observed people's expressions as they have listened to my tales of life in Brum. When I recently told a friend how a large Taliban flag fluttered gaily on a house near St Andrew's football stadium for some months, her cry of "Can't you tell the police?" made me reflect how far many of our inner cities have been abandoned by our key workers: our doctors and nurses drive in from afar, the police, as mentioned before, have shut down their stations and never venture in unless in extremis — they and ambulance crews have been known to be attacked — even the local Imam lives in a leafier area.
The Fabians wanted to create a society free from want. A peaceful little country where everybody is civilized and gets along by going along. So first they disarmed the people, and then because the people were disarmed, the police. And then they let in some people who won't go along, while trusting that the British way being superior by being so humane, the immigrants would agree and become British. Fail. Twentieth century socialisms failed in orgies of murder and misery. We may be seeing a new form of socialism failure.
The ancient Anglo-Saxon-Norman Brits are immuno-compromised, and their country is experiencing an opportunistic infection. Wait till the fever hits.