While Trump topples the mullahs, Starmer exalts their supporters.
It’s the country of Magna Carta and the great English liberties. It gave us the Mother of Parliaments and established the largest and most benign empire the world has ever seen. It held out alone against the Nazis, under an inspiring leader who vowed that “we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender.” And after the war it became America’s partner in a Special Relationship that ultimately brought down the Soviet Union.But now? To quote John of Gaunt’s speech in Richard II, “That England that was wont to conquer others / Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.”
Of course, Britain is not alone. For centuries, challenged time and again by an incomparably ruthless religion of war, men from every corner of Europe, including the scepter’d isle, fought back fiercely, at places like Tours and Vienna, knowing that they had to do it, that they had no choice, that they were defending themselves from a force bent on total domination and destruction, a power that knew no compromise or pity. Everyone knew what Islam was.
At some relatively recent point in history, however, that knowledge was tragically lost. Where did it go? Instead of recognizing Islam as an existential enemy, an all-consuming ideology of conquest, European leaders concocted an absurd image of Muslims as innocent victims of poverty and, indeed, of European imperialism – never mind that the entire Muslim world, as we now know it, was acquired in bloodthirsty imperialist battles over the centuries by savage warriors from the Arabic peninsula. Possessed of this deluded image of Muslims, European leaders instituted insanely generous – and suicidal – immigration policies that, bit by bit, over recent years, have brought their countries to the brink of, yes, conquest.
And in no country have the leaders behaved more irrationally, more self-destructively, and less in accord with their own proudest national traditions, than in Britain. The nation most identified with the freedom of expression has imprisoned thousands of its own citizens for daring to speak the truth about Islam. And a nation of people known for their quiet decency and self-control allowed unruly Muslim mobs, in the wake of the October 7 atrocities, to take over the boulevards of major cities, stopping traffic, vandalizing storefronts, beating up Jews, cheering murder, and shouting “Allahu akbar.”
Even after all this, however, one could be forgiven for being taken aback by the disgraceful words spoken by Labour Party prime minister Keith Starmer – a man who is the very personification of fecklessness – on March 3. On that date – a mere three days after the U.S. and Israel initiated a spectacular series of military strikes on Iran, the world headquarters of Islamic terrorism and expansionism – Starmer delivered some prepared remarks at an Iftar celebration in Westminster. “I want to make clear,” he told the British Muslims in attendance, “the UK was not involved in the offensive strikes of the U.S. and Israel, and that remains the case.” He went on:
I will always stand firmly against anti-Muslim hatred in all its forms. I will root out Islamophobia. I will challenge it. My government will match those words with the action that they deserve. And that’s why last week we announced up to £40 million in funding for mosques, Islamist [sic!] schools. That’s why I will fight with every breath I have to root out the hatred that seeks to divide us.
What a speech. What a betrayal. What sheer and utter cowardice! As Donald Trump said only a few hours before Starmer’s Iftar remarks, in response to the latter’s refusal to let the U.S. attack Iran from UK bases, Starmer is “no Winston Churchill.” He’s not even a Neville Chamberlain. He’s more like a Quisling.
At that Iftar event, in a few short sentences, Starmer managed to accomplish several things. He distanced himself from the ally that saved his country from the Nazis in World War II and that has provided it with an umbrella of military protection ever since. He implicitly attributed America’s war of liberation to “anti-Muslim hatred.” He implicitly sided with the pro-terror, pro-totalitarian Muslims who condemned the strikes and against the freedom-loving Iranians (and others) around the world who applauded them. He embraced, for the thousandth time, the fiction that his country is afflicted not by unspeakable atrocities that are motivated by Islamic contempt for infidels (he has repeatedly downplayed the gang rape of childen), but rather by something called “anti-Muslim hatred.” British politicians are always shedding crocodile tears over “anti-Muslim hatred.” They never venture to explain where this “hatred” came from. Nor do they ever publicly address the question of why Brits don’t exhibit anything that might be labeled “anti-Hindu” or “anti-Buddhist” hatred. --->READ MORE HERE
The enemy within.Author’s note: The following shocking passage appeared in the Daily Telegraph in July 2025:
On the anniversary of 7/7, I asked someone who was operationally very senior in counter terrorism, both nationally and internationally: “How bad is the Islamist threat today compared to July 2005?”
“The truth is the threat has grown inexorably,” he replied. “Perversely, the reason why there are no real terror attacks now is because we are better at monitoring them since the London attack, but also because they are getting what they want. We are where they want us to be. We have their religion enshrined outside of UK law and their community leaders have got the police under control. They are wily; when they see do-gooders they walk all over them. Like the scorpion and the frog it is what they do. The numbers are now so huge that our own government has sleepwalked into a nightmare of extraordinary proportions. They are building while we are continually lying to ourselves.”
My poem below is a reflection on this dire state of affairs in England:
Oh woe is England now the foe is here
And threatens all our green and pleasant land.
That foe whose name we never name from fear
Arrives each day on Kent and Sussex sand.
That foe that once we knew to keep at bay;
Whose threat to all we were we understood,
We welcome now, inviting him to stay
In fancy hotels in the neighbourhood.
That foe who comes without a piece of paper,
Or document that tells you where he’s from,
Then plots to send your pieces to your Maker
As never does he come without a bomb.
That foe that sees our girls as easy meat,
And anyone alive as his to kill,
Is next on benefits across the street
Whilst those he wants to slaughter foot the bill.
That foe who’s never short of cutlery
As always carries with him copious knives
Is shortly after housed in luxury
Together with his kids and copious wives.
That foe that claims he’s just a hapless victim
While sizing up your unprotected throat,
And even as you dare not contradict him
Another ten are scrambling off the boat.
That foe who’ll always stand for integration,
And multicultural mantras will repeat,
Yet really means your kind’s annihilation
As always it’s for him a one-way street. --->READ MORE HERE
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