Written by Flyer

 

 

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As a schoolboy, I loved England. I was sure that I lived in the best country in the world and very proud I was of it too. I hated it when our traditional currency of Pounds, Shillings and Pence were replaced by this current decimal garbage just so that we could join a common market.

I didn’t have an easy time at school, the Marxists had already started to infiltrate our schools and there were enough of them at my school; I was, even as a schoolboy, ideologically opposed to these people and I made their hackles rise. When I played truant, I was the only pupil that didn’t get a visit from the school inspector, the teachers were just glad to have me gone.

There was one particular woman teacher that hated me to the point of insanity and I felt the same about her. She had worked for British intelligence during the Second World War, she regarded herself as an intellectual and she was a raving, obsessed extreme Left Marxist.

Things came to a head with this woman one day when she was giving the class a talk about feminism, telling us just how badly men treated women. I told her that as I wasn’t a woman, it was none of my business and that I couldn’t care less; at this point, she slapped me across the face as hard as she could.

Even shortly after leaving school, when I turned up occasionally to see how many sixth form schoolgirls I could cram into my two-seater sports car, she used to glower at me with hate in her eyes.

This is where I first began to understand the bitter twisted minds of the loony, liberal left, the cultural Marxists of this world. These are the sort of people that would keep us in the European Union and the kind of people that make up this organisation and upon which it thrives.

When it was announced that there would be a referendum to decide whether or not to leave the EU, I wanted my beloved country out of the EU’s clutches with all my heart. I hadn’t set foot in my native land for some years and after that financial genius (sic) Gordon Brown made the cost of renewing a British passport so expensive, I hadn’t bothered.

In the run up to the referendum, the British consul made it as difficult as possible for me to vote but I was determined to have my say and so I contacted Viv and started writing articles for what was then UKIP Daily. I reasoned that if I could persuade just one person to vote to leave, I would make up for the vote that was denied me, two people and it would be like having two votes and so on. I’ll never know if I succeeded but I like to think that I did.

On the day of the referendum, while the votes were being counted, it was a beautiful sunny day where I live. To relieve the stress, I took my wife for a walk along our favourite beach. Like many of us here, I thought that the propaganda that the British people had been subjected to would prove to be too much and the vote would be in favour of remaining.

You can imagine my amazement, when clutching my smart phone while walking on the beach, I suddenly realised that leave were going to win. I went home feeling like I was walking on air, little did I know how many years it would take for us to finally leave, well almost leave but not quite.

On that day in June 2016, the voice of the people was heard and we won a very important battle but unfortunately, it was just one battle in what is turning out to be a very long war.

The voice of the people isn’t very popular with the European Union or globalists generally, like all totalitarians in history they will do anything to silence the voice of the people. Our politicians and the Eurocrats must rue the day that we the people were ever allowed a voice, ever allowed a referendum and if they have their way it will never happen again.

Since we voted to leave the EU, while we’ve watched the Brexit pantomime, globalisation has been forging ahead. The one thing that we were never going to be allowed is to control our borders, the very reason that many of us voted to leave the EU. Our government and Brussels are determined to see that the dissolution of the British people continues apace. Now they even send ships out to search the English Channel, round up and deliver as many illegal migrants as possible to live at our expense.

In a few more years the voice of the British people will be drowned out in a sea of so-called diversity, our voice will never be heard again. Very soon we will have to make a choice between standing up for ourselves and challenging these globalist, Marxist lunatics or passing quietly into the night. I’ve already made up my mind.

Whatever happens, I’ll always be so proud of my countrymen for voting to leave the European Union, you all saw through the propaganda and proved that you were not as stupid as they thought you were.

The events of 23rd June 2016 had a profound impact on my life, I found a new respect for the people of my country and a welcome return to my roots. Whatever happens nobody will ever take this away from me again.