@MAH458 @JoeyMannarinoUS Why the PM of Israel is at war against a terrible terrorist organisation that murdered and raped its citizens.
China not sure what your point is there
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Hi Michael for years I’ve wanted to cover the version of water pistol man that was on the “Shopping Movie Soundtrack” as it’s a sharper version than the more laid back original version. Can I find it anywhere??? Nope I can’t , could you help sir
“The Silent War”
A speech in the spirit of Enoch Powell – April 2025
There are moments in the life of a nation when it is not enough to be right. One must be heard. One must be loud. One must risk everything to say what others fear, or refuse, to say. This is such a moment.
We are living through a revolution—a revolution without bullets, without banners, without a name. A silent war waged not to conquer our land, but to erase its meaning.
I speak now in 2025, and I say with a heavy heart: the England of old is dying. But it is not dying by accident. It is being killed—quietly, systematically, and with intent.
The agents of this death do not wear uniforms. They wear suits, sit on panels, write policy, control narratives. They do not charge with bayonets—they pass laws, issue guidelines, monitor speech. They do not come to defend the nation—they come to dismantle it, atomise it, replace it.
Let us speak plainly.
The Englishman today is the only man in his own land who may not assert his identity, express his frustration, or speak of his dispossession. He is told he has no culture, no claim, and no right—not to his past, not to his traditions, not even to his future.
If he speaks, he is labelled. If he protests, he is monitored. If he resists, he is punished.
This is not diversity. This is not progress. This is controlled demolition—a project to deconstruct a civilisation brick by brick, and to teach its children that the ruins are their fault.
It is no longer sufficient to say that immigration has changed the face of England. We must say that immigration was used as a tool to do so—knowingly, recklessly, and with ideological zeal.
And still they press on. With open borders. With foreign wars. With digital identity. With hate crime laws so vague that mere opinion is criminal. They aim to remake the nation not by consent, but by coercion—by force of finance, surveillance, bureaucracy, and shame.
And while they do this, they whisper of “equity”, “climate”, “resilience”, and “safety.” These words are no longer virtues. They are camouflage.
Ask yourself: What use is safety, if your culture disappears? What use is equality, if you must erase yourself to achieve it? What use is peace, if you must live in fear of your own words?
They have taken our national pride and called it supremacist. They have taken our history and called it shameful. They have taken our streets, our schools, our flags, our faith—and called it progress.
I say it is theft.
I say it is war.
And I say the time has come to name the enemy.
Not a race, nor a religion, nor a party—but an ideology: the cult of managed decline, the religion of global order, the belief that the nation-state must fall to make way for the faceless, borderless, rootless machine.
But England is not a machine. It is a memory. A miracle. A home.
And to those who still love her, I say this: Do not apologise. Do not comply. Do not retreat.
Speak louder. Stand firmer. Teach your children what it means to belong. Form communities not around grievance, but around courage. Resist peacefully. Build legally. Refuse shame. Demand truth.
This decade will decide everything. And when our grandchildren ask what we did while the sky darkened, may we say: We spoke. We stood. We fought—without hate, but with unbreakable love.
And if they ask what we saved, we will say:
“We saved England.”