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It’s been a hell of a week. Lord Lucan resurrected, David Cameron buried, Donald Trump purportedly nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize. But when all’s said and done the world keeps on turning, we’re still in the EU and one day follows the next like a scabby stray dog shuffling behind you begging for scraps. But don’t worry about any of that, you’ve just got to get out there and grab the opportunities where they fall. Take heart from Geoff, a friend of mine to whom life offers up the most surprising experiences which he accepts as karma, just for being an eternal optimist.

Source: When I’m King: Red Alert

It’s the end of January and the Six Nations is almost upon us. After the debacle that was England’s performance in the Rugby World Cup last year, we will be hoping for a return to form… just so long as new captain Dylan Hartley can refrain from trying to kill anybody. Unlike its poor relation, footie, rugby inspires lifelong allegiances and a camaraderie between rival supporters that most sports would kill to be known for. As we hunker down and wait for France v. Italy to kick off next Saturday I am reminded of two old lifelong friends and staunch fans.

Source: When I’m King: Rugger Buggers…

Kate Hoey, for whom I have a great deal of time, has launched Labour’s Leave campaign in direct opposition to her party’s general desire to stay in the wretched club. Ironic, really as it was a Labour government that took power in 1974 on a promise to reverse what many regard as Ted Heath’s treachery in signing us up and thereafter held Britain’s first ever referendum. Sadly, the ‘out’ lobby was poorly organised and even more poorly funded and corrupt outfits like the CBI and various vested interests had no intention of hopping off the gravy train after just one stop. Project fear is rumbling away to this day and even though the ‘outers’ have had 40 years to mount their case, the fear factor is never far away.

Source: When I’m King: La vache! L’escargots du jour sont dans les grandes pantalons de ma singe!

The fake ‘deal’ is doing the rounds in pre-PR as various apparatchiks signal they may be prepared to accept David Cameron’s sub-optimal, unilateral ‘demands’ on Britain’s place in Europe. They are sounding out the reaction to them pretending to yield to Call-me-Dave’s irresistible negotiating skills; expect a blanket, if low-level coverage of the biggest non-event since Barry Manilow came out. This is merely the preamble to the final flourish when in February, Dave the Conjurer performs his trick and appears to pull a rabbit from the Euro-hat. A mangy, under-nourished, moulting rabbit with myxomatosis… and missing a lucky foot.

Source: When I’m King: Euro-File

Yesterday a lone muslim with a machete sang out ‘god is great’ in Arabic and the French Police shot him dead. Okay, he had to threaten them first, then continue to advance after he had been issued a warning, but it’s a step in the right direction. It turned out that he had also worn a fake suicide vest; best guess, he was intent on suicide by cop, but hey, any way we can cull them… Chanting allahu akbar (literal translation “Oi, oi, saveloy!”) in a Parisian street might in future carry the death penalty even if weapons aren’t involved.

Source: When I’m King: Pleading the Fifth

Socialist paradise North Korea explodes a hydrogen bomb and puts the shits up the ‘free’ world.  Socialist Germany imports a million muslim migrants and immediately suffers an explosion of sex-crime and harassment. The socialist experiment of the European Union is busy re-erecting borders after years of losing control and will now have to rely entirely on the nationalists it hates so much to step in where the police fear to tread. And here in what is left of Britain, socialist hero, Jeremy Corbyn, demonstrates how things would be run if he were in charge of the country. In charge of the country? He’s not even in charge of his embattled rump of a party.

Source: When I’m King: Myths and Legends

Casting himself as a white, messianic Mandela, or maybe a milky Mao, David Cameron’s New Year message promises a ‘long walk to a Greater Britain’, when what he really means is a short walk into the deadly embrace of the EU. The future of Britain’s relationship with Europe and the future of Britishness, about to be drowned by uncontrollable immigration, are not even on the table. In his devotion to throwing away the key to the Euro-shackles Cameron has finally ascended the coveted throne and become heir to Blair.Casting himself as a white, messianic Mandela, or maybe a milky Mao, David Cameron’s New Year message promises a ‘long walk to a Greater Britain’, when what he really means is a short walk into the deadly embrace of the EU. The future of Britain’s relationship with Europe and the future of Britishness, about to be drowned by uncontrollable immigration, are not even on the table. In his devotion to throwing away the key to the Euro-shackles Cameron has finally ascended the coveted throne and become heir to Blair.

Source: Batsby When I’m King

Up is down, left is right, history is bunk and the rights of some exceed the rights of others. Why is anybody remotely surprised that the political classes, having already decided on an outcome, would seek to get a mandate for that action by any means? Dodgy dossiers, about-turns, the convenient argument that “the facts changed so I changed my mind”. When William Hague, a man who built his political career on being a solid Eurosceptic, announces he will ditch his previously held convictions to vote out you realise that everybody has their price.

Source: When I’m King: Christmas Cheers!

Up is down, left is right, history is bunk and the rights of some exceed the rights of others. Why is anybody remotely surprised that the political classes, having already decided on an outcome, would seek to get a mandate for that action by any means? Dodgy dossiers, about-turns, the convenient argument that “the facts changed so I changed my mind”. When William Hague, a man who built his political career on being a solid Eurosceptic, announces he will ditch his previously held convictions to vote out you realise that everybody has their price.

Source: When I’m King: Christmas Cheers!