Another anthem worth reading and listening to. Not precisely or exactly about liberty, but closely connected.
As readers probably know, Amelia is a goth, purple-haired, mini-skirt-wearing AI avatar originally created by a British NGO (with lots of G [government] involvement, to be sure]. She was intended to be a tactic of propaganda to win young people to support His Majesty’s Woke government and all the things it (and predecessors during EIIR’s reign) pushes.
Instead, she has become a mascot of the “Far, Extreme Right” – those opposed to the growing totalitarian government, to the more and more uncontrolled (and uncontrollable), unintegrated immigrant population from the Commonwealth and elsewhere, and to the denial of traditional (and mostly God-given) liberties of Englishmen, Welshmen, Scots, and both Orange and Green Irish.
This guest commentary was just published (listen here as you read the words).
A deep emotional gothic pop anthem about Britain, identity, history, and refusing to give up on our home. Inspired by the strength of the British spirit, Magna Carta, our history, our people, and the feeling that no matter how dark things get… Britain still stands.
This is Version 1 of the song. The full cinematic version with an official video is currently being worked on. This upload is a sneak peek at the song and the emotion behind it before the larger project releases.
LYRICS
[Intro] We remember… Every stone beneath our feet… Every name written into the soil… This is our home… It feels like the government is giving our land away… Well, we are not going away… this is our home… And we will not surrender.
[Verse 1] They can sneer at the flags in our windows tonight, Mock the blood of the builders who stood here and died, But this land was not gifted by kings dressed in gold, It was carved out by hand in the freezing cold. From the cliffs of Dover to Yorkshire rain, Generations carried Britain through fire and pain, And the ghosts of the brave still walk these streets, In the thunder of boots and cathedral beats. Magna Carta still breathes in the backbone of men, A promise no tyrant could bury back then, That no ruler stands higher than law in this land, That freedom was written by trembling hands. Our fathers bled in the mud for this shore, So tell me what all of their sacrifice was for? To watch our own people afraid to speak free? No… that is not the Britain I see.
[Chorus] We will not surrender, we are British, Our hearts still burn beneath the dark, You can wound the lion, bruise and scar him, But you will never stop his heart. This is our home, our blood, our history, These streets still carry our names, And if Britain falls then where do we go? No… we will not walk away. We will not surrender. We are British.
[Verse 2] Now mothers hold daughters too close at night, Checking their phones till the morning light, While young lads bleed beneath flickering lamps, Another siren screaming through council flats. And the papers spin lies while the people just cope, Selling cheap words while we’re losing hope, The suits in Westminster talk down to the crowd, Then call us hateful for speaking aloud. The Fabian smiles hide cold machine eyes, Dressed up in slogans and polished lies, Turning neighbours to numbers, traditions to shame, Trying to make us forget our own name. But we’re tired now… tired to the bone, Of feeling like strangers inside our own home, Tired of silence, tired of fear, Tired of pretending everything’s fine here. Still the old pubs sing under blackened skies, Still St George survives when the pressure rises, And every patriot heartbeat pounds like drums, Warning the powerful… we’re not done.
[Chorus] We will not surrender, we are British, Our hearts still burn beneath the dark, You can wound the lion, bruise and scar him, But you will never stop his heart. This is our home, our blood, our history, These streets still carry our names, And if Britain falls then where do we go? No… we will not walk away. We will not surrender. We are British.
[Bridge] You can tear down statues… But not memory. You can poison classrooms… But not family. You can sneer at faith… But not belief. And you will never break the spirit beneath our feet. Because Britain is not parliament walls, Not parties, not crowns, not televised calls, Britain is people who still stand tall, Even when they tried to make them crawl.
[Verse 3] So now hear the roar growing louder again, From forgotten towns and exhausted men, From women who carry this country through pain, From every patriot rising again. We are done kneeling just to survive, Done apologising for being alive, Done watching our homeland fade into grey, While cowards tell us to look away. No more. Because this island raised warriors from storms, We endure, we rebuild, we reform, And the fire inside us was never erased, It was sleeping beneath the ash all this time. Britain is ours and we’re holding the line, With every church bell and every skyline, And if they ask where the British spirit has gone… Tell them it’s standing right here. Holding on.
[Final Chorus] We will not surrender, we are British, And the lion wakes tonight, Through every scar and every heartbreak, We are still prepared to fight. For our children, for our fathers, For the land beneath the rain, And no matter how they try to break us, Britain will rise again. We will not surrender… We are British.
[Outro] So raise the flag high in the cold night air… Hold your loved ones close… And remember… Home is worth fighting for.
Home and liberty cannot be separated and either survive for long.
We pray for British liberty almost as much as we do for the liberty of our home States and the rest of the American union.
Government-run, tax-funded schools are the “standard” – even today, most people who home-school their children, or even who use private schools (including parochial ones) are looked on as being abnormal.
While there are many problems with the GRTF schools, here is one critical challenge – which usually is not overcome.
Auron MacIntyre recently shared his experiences as a schoolteacher under less than ideal conditions. Since everyone is taught to be a bean counter and be obsessed with “balancing,” every standard of decency and excellence has to be sacrificed.
The verbal violence and enormous irrigation is continuing to peak. Both old parties are doing their usual mating dance, screaming and pounding the pulpit for their worshipers and the unaligned.
After all, this is the “Most Important Election of our Lives” ™. Just like the elections of 2024, 2022, 2020, 2016, etc. were. We must prevent the evil monsters of the “other side” (or sides) from destroying our nation, our future, and our world. Of course, those evil monsters on the other side are the same people that those making the accusations had a congenial lunch together, and have far more in common with each other than with 99% of Americans.
But that doesn’t keep them from acting out in their little morality plays. Like those of the middle ages, these often involve puppets and preach ideas and actions that the puppetmasters do not themselves practice. And the puppets are all people. Braindead, perhaps, from long periods of brainwashing and what gets shoveled into them from pre-school.
The claims, accusations, and cries of victimhood are many.
The above picture and headline is just such an example, from the Black Hills. An activist claims that doing street repairs and maintenance on election day (and before) is done intentionally to keep the poor, needy, handicapped, and people of color from voting. Obviously, this “voter suppression” is a coordinated effort (that is, a conspiracy) of those in power in DC, Pierre, the Courthouse, and City Hall.
Who is to blame for the migration disaster which is engulfing Europe, and which may only be in temporary improvements in the States. (If it is indeed possible to overcome the impact of four decades’ effectively-uncontrolled entry.)
Government, of course, is our “go-to” when we look for whose actions cause a mess. And certainly, government stupidity, action, and inaction all are major contributors to this situation. Others blame the conditions in their home countries which drive them to escape. Again, their governments have helped create and continue the conditions, the policies, and the disincentives “back home.” (But why do the migrants, the border jumpers, so often seem to want to recreate those back-home conditions here in the States or in the European States?)
But there is more to the picture: the unseen portions. As the above cartoon points out, there are few if any actions against those who hire the border jumpers. Especially for big business, but even for individuals. Sure, there is the politician now and then who loses an election or an appointment because they hired a nanny without a green card. But it appears that the only punishment many companies with lots and lots of undocumented workers on their payroll is the disruption of their production after an ICE raid. And maybe losing a government contract or two.
But it is not just the businesses and wealthy people looking for domestic help that drive migration (legal or not). That rests in large part on public, consumer demand. Just as with the illicit recreational drug trade, it is American (and European) demand for goods and services that creates the opportunity that draws even the most benign of border jumpers to seek greener grass. And with them come the disruptive elements, whether it is more dealers or Islamists, or whatever.
And this is tied into another widespread problem: the premeditated murder of millions of children who would have been productive American and European residents and citizens.
Look in the mirror, and ask where the problems with border jumpers really come from.
Readers may recall the well-known science fiction story about a planet where, every few centuries, the multiple suns of its system all set and suddenly, the sky was dark and stars appeared. This event would trigger panic: people would start fires and do more to try and end the darkness. This would lead to mass insanity and the civilization would crash and burn.
Is that happening in Europe? This was a recent posting.
Reports are that French authorities have finally started to do something: enforcing curfews, using police and troops to at least drive the rioters and arsonists away from their haunts. But it may not do much to bring peace.
Citizens should apply one basic standard that aligns with common sense and American conservative values: equal justice under law.
If investigators have evidence and a judge signs a warrant, they should act, whether the subject is powerful or popular.
If prosecutors cannot prove a case in court, they should walk away.
The system works best when facts, not feelings, set the course—and when elections are decided by voters, not by leaks or spin.
And, like my great-grandson, age 10, has said, “You should know this already.”
We understand that the original posting referred to the now-public investigation of a certain, rather radical, member of Congress.
But of course, it applies to ALL actions in courts. And for that matter, to general matters of life.
And it does not apply to the past. The past is unchangeable. We also cannot apply justice to groups of people. Of whatever sort of group: by birth, by ancestry, by income, by location.
Foreword: People are so easily persuaded that their version of reality is right, and at the same time, believe every demagogue and ideologue and politician. And some? If someone has enough starring roles in movies, or gold records, or sports achievements? We “know” that their word is good and they know what they are doing (and what we should do). The problem seems more to be desperately seek
So we come across something like this. This is a question asked by an anonymous social media user recently:
Homeless in the States versus northern Europe
If socialism doesn’t work, how come there are no (visible) homeless people in Norway and Denmark, whereas every major city in the US seems to have thousands of homeless people? Why is the US government unable to solve the problem?
One responder stated she was reminded of a classic story:
A Scandinavian economist once said to Milton Friedman, ‘In Scandinavia, we have no poverty’. Milton Friedman replied, ‘That’s interesting, because in America, among Scandinavians, we have no poverty, either’.
(Of course, today, the major American Scandinavian States (Minnesota and Wisconsin) have been flooded with non-Scandian immigrants, who see “poverty” (as defined by the FedGov) as their preferred state of life. Apparently not many migrants see North Dakota, another “Scandahoovian” and somewhat socialist State, as a viable place to live. We also note that neither of those countries are really (by dictionary definition) “socialist” and that there really are homeless people in those countries.)
A correspondent shared this situation with TPOL recently:
“John and Breanna Woolard’s Christian faith is central to who they are, and they want to ensure their children receive an education grounded in those beliefs. That’s why they chose to teach them at home.
“California offers a program to assist homeschool families. But the state rejects any work the kids turn in that even mentions faith. A federal appeals court essentially declared their kitchen table a ‘public school.’”
Our friend goes on to explain how a volunteer legal free speech/free religion group is stepping up to help the Woolard family. Good for them.
But…
TPOL pays attention to more than just the overt situation. Why? Because most of us have been or are involved in home schooling and know the damage to people and society caused by government-run, tax/theft-funded schools. And because we see this in other countries, not just our own fifty nations.
There are a number of vital lessons which we can learn (and which many people have learned) from this situation. We’ve long written of these, but we know that we must constantly remind ourselves of these things.
On Monday, the King’s subjects in the Province of Alberta will be voting in a non-binding election over whether Alberta should pursue leaving the Confederation or Dominion of Canada.
A lot of people in Canada, and in Alberta itself, are in a panic. Including the Canadian Premier.
The picture is revealing. Mark Carney, a British-born and -raised British (not Canadian) subject of King Charles III, is seen with his allies in trying to keep Alberta from seceding to either become an independent republic or be annexed to the United States of America (as the 51st State).
Carney, the banker whom we understand swam across the Atlantic to get very rapidly elected to the House of Commons in Ottawa, and then make it to Prime Minister, is in perfect company with these two Sikhs. And the other immigrants seen in the background.
This “photo” is generated by AI (ChatGPT) so there are lots of goofy things about it, but the point is made.
As most readers know, Colorado has been transformed into a virtually completely blue State, run by Regressives (who call themselves Progressives), are Woke, mostly Democrats, and supposedly “liberal” in more and more ways. The State, or rather, the General Assembly and a long line of governors, has legalized cannabis both for recreation and medical purposes, pushed for abortion until birth, is a de facto sanctuary State for border jumpers (with many official sanctuary cities), created draconian laws and regulations regarding firearms, working to prohibit propane and natural-gas-fired appliances (as well as gasoline-powered lawnmowers, snowblowers, etc.) and pretty much ban the sales of fireworks to “civilians” beyond sparklers and the smaller firecrackers.
On the other hand, Wyoming is almost a solidly red State (except for Jackson Hole and Laramie (home of the University of Wyoming)). A number of Colorado firearms, ammo, and related merchandise (magazines, etc.) have fled from Colorado to Wyoming. Southern Wyoming has long hosted a huge array of retailers of fireworks of increasing spectacular visual and noise effects. Wyoming is trying to end all abortions, strongly supporting the sanctity of unborn children.
Is there hope? For England, Scotland… and US?
Another anthem worth reading and listening to. Not precisely or exactly about liberty, but closely connected.
As readers probably know, Amelia is a goth, purple-haired, mini-skirt-wearing AI avatar originally created by a British NGO (with lots of G [government] involvement, to be sure]. She was intended to be a tactic of propaganda to win young people to support His Majesty’s Woke government and all the things it (and predecessors during EIIR’s reign) pushes.
Instead, she has become a mascot of the “Far, Extreme Right” – those opposed to the growing totalitarian government, to the more and more uncontrolled (and uncontrollable), unintegrated immigrant population from the Commonwealth and elsewhere, and to the denial of traditional (and mostly God-given) liberties of Englishmen, Welshmen, Scots, and both Orange and Green Irish.
This guest commentary was just published (listen here as you read the words).
A deep emotional gothic pop anthem about Britain, identity, history, and refusing to give up on our home. Inspired by the strength of the British spirit, Magna Carta, our history, our people, and the feeling that no matter how dark things get… Britain still stands.
This is Version 1 of the song. The full cinematic version with an official video is currently being worked on. This upload is a sneak peek at the song and the emotion behind it before the larger project releases.
LYRICS
[Intro] We remember… Every stone beneath our feet… Every name written into the soil… This is our home… It feels like the government is giving our land away… Well, we are not going away… this is our home… And we will not surrender.
[Verse 1] They can sneer at the flags in our windows tonight, Mock the blood of the builders who stood here and died, But this land was not gifted by kings dressed in gold, It was carved out by hand in the freezing cold. From the cliffs of Dover to Yorkshire rain, Generations carried Britain through fire and pain, And the ghosts of the brave still walk these streets, In the thunder of boots and cathedral beats. Magna Carta still breathes in the backbone of men, A promise no tyrant could bury back then, That no ruler stands higher than law in this land, That freedom was written by trembling hands. Our fathers bled in the mud for this shore, So tell me what all of their sacrifice was for? To watch our own people afraid to speak free? No… that is not the Britain I see.
[Chorus] We will not surrender, we are British, Our hearts still burn beneath the dark, You can wound the lion, bruise and scar him, But you will never stop his heart. This is our home, our blood, our history, These streets still carry our names, And if Britain falls then where do we go? No… we will not walk away. We will not surrender. We are British.
[Verse 2] Now mothers hold daughters too close at night, Checking their phones till the morning light, While young lads bleed beneath flickering lamps, Another siren screaming through council flats. And the papers spin lies while the people just cope, Selling cheap words while we’re losing hope, The suits in Westminster talk down to the crowd, Then call us hateful for speaking aloud. The Fabian smiles hide cold machine eyes, Dressed up in slogans and polished lies, Turning neighbours to numbers, traditions to shame, Trying to make us forget our own name. But we’re tired now… tired to the bone, Of feeling like strangers inside our own home, Tired of silence, tired of fear, Tired of pretending everything’s fine here. Still the old pubs sing under blackened skies, Still St George survives when the pressure rises, And every patriot heartbeat pounds like drums, Warning the powerful… we’re not done.
[Chorus] We will not surrender, we are British, Our hearts still burn beneath the dark, You can wound the lion, bruise and scar him, But you will never stop his heart. This is our home, our blood, our history, These streets still carry our names, And if Britain falls then where do we go? No… we will not walk away. We will not surrender. We are British.
[Bridge] You can tear down statues… But not memory. You can poison classrooms… But not family. You can sneer at faith… But not belief. And you will never break the spirit beneath our feet. Because Britain is not parliament walls, Not parties, not crowns, not televised calls, Britain is people who still stand tall, Even when they tried to make them crawl.
[Verse 3] So now hear the roar growing louder again, From forgotten towns and exhausted men, From women who carry this country through pain, From every patriot rising again. We are done kneeling just to survive, Done apologising for being alive, Done watching our homeland fade into grey, While cowards tell us to look away. No more. Because this island raised warriors from storms, We endure, we rebuild, we reform, And the fire inside us was never erased, It was sleeping beneath the ash all this time. Britain is ours and we’re holding the line, With every church bell and every skyline, And if they ask where the British spirit has gone… Tell them it’s standing right here. Holding on.
[Final Chorus] We will not surrender, we are British, And the lion wakes tonight, Through every scar and every heartbreak, We are still prepared to fight. For our children, for our fathers, For the land beneath the rain, And no matter how they try to break us, Britain will rise again. We will not surrender… We are British.
[Outro] So raise the flag high in the cold night air… Hold your loved ones close… And remember… Home is worth fighting for.
Home and liberty cannot be separated and either survive for long.
We pray for British liberty almost as much as we do for the liberty of our home States and the rest of the American union.