England’s Reclamation
In imagined history set in the near future.
19th July 2030
Well, what did you think was going to happen?
As the dust settles, we can reflect upon how much of what we have gone through the last eighteen months was foreseeable, was any of it avoidable, and what now for Blighty?
Of course, the Patriots were always going to defeat their better funded crypto-communist Globalist opponents, that much was predictable, so why did the Globalists prod the bear until they got this?
Who knows, but they certainly picked the wrong fight. Some might say that as a rerun of the Brexiteer versus Remoaner wars of words, the well-funded, ‘educated’ Globalist caucus had a score to settle, and that while they lost the popular vote, they never lost their pompous assertions of superiority. Proof if ever that education does not equal intelligence.
One only has to look at the stereotypical Leave voter of 2016 and compare to the soy drinking, lanyard-class Europhiles to know which side would win if it all turned into a bar room brawl. And so it came to pass.
Maybe the Globalist ‘uniparty’ were not expecting it. Maybe they thought they could keep squeezing the middle until there were only two classes, and they had the cars and we had to use the bus. We cannot say with any certainty what was the exact trigger. The shift from discontent through increasingly brave acts to outright bloody violence was as gradual as the thirty-year build-up since Blair came to power.
Speaking of Blair, the international outcry over the manner of his demise shows a complete lack of understanding of just about everything, although, granted, there are those in the Mercian Brigade deserving of a reprimand, he was neither a combatant nor active protagonist, merely an emblem. Just as the French Revolution is remembered with images of the guillotine, so we shall in future centuries know the symbolism of the woodchipper.
It took a while for the Police to reorganise once the rank-and-file started to rebel. Those Patriot Chief Constables who let it be known they would take transfers inward from other forces showed great bravery and sense. Curious that their offer to facilitate outward transfers was, to the best of our knowledge, never taken up. Makes one proud to be British.
As for the armed forces, well, we should look at them in turn. The Navy remained inscrutable throughout, although insiders say their loyalty to the Patriot cause was never in doubt. All the same, there was not much call for them given this was a fight within the borders. By the time those in Whitehall decided it was time to use air power against its own people, there was enough momentum against them for the information to leak enabling swift preventative action. A very impressive coup by our D-Gangs operating as one. Let’s face it, the RAF was the biggest risk both in terms of loyalties and potential for mass casualties. As for the Army, well given all the Generals seemed behoven to the Globalists, it was always going to be a messy affair. The junior ranks though, well-done them. A bit of a surprise that it started with the Welsh Fusiliers, but no complaints. It is pretty clear that the turning point came when the Paras joined the Essex Brigade.
For me, one of the biggest surprises was what happened in Liverpool and Manchester. For every turn that was foreseeable, having the Scousers turn up like that was not in any reputable analysis. Clearly the stereotypes that have led to a hundred years of mickey-taking were as unjustified as the associated perpetual state of grievance seemed to imply. Hats are being eaten.
There is of course, the elephant in the room. Those who dream of, and advocate for, a United States of Britannia will have to wait a while yet. Those jokes about it being a good deal to lose Scotland to gain Ireland will have to get old first. There is hope, though, the federal model of Principalities is getting serious consideration North of the border, and those Nationalists who did not side with the Globalists might yet get the win-win we all know is within Scotland’s grasp. It is the way of things that when peace arrives, neither the borders nor the politics are exactly where one would expect them to be. Most wars end prematurely in some form or other, and this was no exception.
This is no time for recriminations, although nobody is expecting anyone who ever did a ‘Common Purpose’ course to ever get employment above the menial. Instead, this is a time to commiserate with the defeated, and if they accept your offer of beer and bacon butty (or cider and pasty if you are Wessex Brigade), embrace them. It is time to rebuild, safe in the knowledge that truly liberal democracy has been re-established - oh, the just irony that those who called themselves Liberal Democrats were on the defeated side!