Of Nigel Farage.

THE great English Huguenot is without question the mightiest figure of this age in British and European politics, by far the finest orator, and the most influential Anglian politician of this century. His place in history is set already by the blow he dealt to an attempted federation of Europe, an awful mixture of beautiful cultures into a swamp of no culture at all. He has realised however that his efforts were not enough to save the kingdom, they were enough to provide the possibility only. The body of this kingdom is too diseased internally to recover as it is, with the people presently in Westminster. Therefore at sixty he must begin the process of establishing power as Churchill did throughout the Wilderness Years, when like Confucius he was scorned and mocked and derided for forewarning the inevitable. And when the inevitable came of course he was given head office as Arthur Excalibur, and the scorners fled like rats from a (not at all) doomed ship.

   At sixty-five Churchill took upon himself the task of facing and conquering Hitler, through six years of immense strain  and illness. Like Churchill, Mr. Farage has in his life suffered a motorcar accident, an aeroplane accident, and contended with disease; like Churchill, he has doggedly persevered through a hail of ill-mannered counterfire, equivalent to the spit balls of classroom bullies, from complacent thinkers who cannot bear the pride and glory of patriotism. They think a nation is a plotted scheme, a book of propositions, a black beard and a red flag of aggression. I believe Mr. Farage's word however, that these enemies of the kingdom might once again find themselves enduring the emotion of surprise. 

   Why the devil did pint measurements not return to the Crown marking and why the deuce is it now 'UKCA'? Can this be fixed? Also, I think that right thinking patriots should exert their thoughts against the tendency, I observe, of socialist thinking people to favour the use of illegal narcotics for recreational purposes. There can be no greater donation to crime than that, I firmly believe, for they short-circuit their consciences with these substances. As one much subjected to 'medicated' drugs of late I have never been more sceptical of their power to help, and more certain of their power to harm, except in cases of grievous disease. Whereas alcohol can be a culture, especially in weak drinks, and not very harmful, for it developed from the time of monkeys pawing up fermented apples from the jungle floor and we have adjusted to it, these potent and illicit drugs are window-crashingly injurious to the mind. Yet we see among the rabble rousers of Glastonbury so often the flag of the marijuana leaf, as though it were a St. George's Cross of faith to assemble behind, fie on it, the folly, the fell misjudgement.