Pomp and Circumstance

Trump’s state visit to basketcase Britain

It wasn’t quite as much fun this time around. Without Trump’s ever present honour guard of Chinook helicopters, criss crossing the London skies.

The steady thunder of their twin rotors beating out a deafening Götterdämmerung tattoo for North London’s liberal elite.

Who, incandescent in their fury, stared up from their well appointed gardens, roof terraces, and balconies, shaking their fists in the air as the Ginger King lumbered high above them, oblivious to their indignation, deaf to their spittle mouthed insults, indifferent to their blue haired rage.

Back in 2018 Trump was hosted in London by then Prime Minister, the Conservative party’s very own Uncle Fester, Theresa May.

A wandering rain cloud of a woman, who exhibits all the joie de vie of a sad dog, waiting forlornly, for her long dead master, at a drizzly bus stop, on the windswept promenade, of an out of season Margate.

This time organisers were smart enough to side step the capital.

Cleverly avoiding both the chance of Donald bumping into odious gremlin, Mayor Sadiq Khan, and the indignity of him inevitably getting his phone snatched, outside M&M’s World, in Leicester Square.

Instead the President spent much of his trip hobnobbing with the Royals at Windsor Castle.

Many commentators were taken aback at how relaxed classy King Charles appeared with his boorish guest. And his Royal Highness did seem very much at ease, like a proud allotment owner, showing off his prize marrows to a fussy, out of town, judge.

But I don’t understand their surprise. Surely the British Royal Family has always had a bit of a soft spot for Nazis*.

(*For the hard of irony. Yes. This is a joke)

Plus, the royals are surely used to this sort of thing. Because when it comes to thin skinned American bullies, with giant egos, and an over inflated opinion of themselves, even The Donald has nothing on Meghan Markle**.

(**Yes. So is this. But less so.)

Likewise many are baffled by the genuine warmth Donald seems to have for Keir Starmer. After all, they appear, on the surface at least, very different men.

But are they really?

Before last November’s election we were warned that Trump would lock up his enemies, bankrupt his country, and destroy democracy.

Areas in which Sir Keir can be seen as very much, a pace setter, innovator, and trail blazer.

I don’t know how much a state visit like this costs. If I had to guess, I’d say a lot.

Which is why our grizzle eyed tearmonger of a chancellor, Rachel Reeves is being urged by her new boss, Red Guard alumni Torsten Bell, to consider imposing a new 20% windfall tax on babies’ laughter, just to pay for it.

But whatever the cost, it has been worth every penny just to watch the Labour elite being forced to toady up, and kowtow to, The Orange Emperor.

Though the Prime Minister did seem to be genuinely enjoying himself. And why not? Poor Keir usually spends his days having the life sucked out of him by, (steady at the back), the Labour front bench.

Joyless matron of misery, Yvette Cooper. Thick as mince David Lammy. Mad as a box of frogs Ed Miliband. Wes Streeting, the Red Coat reject, with a head like an over ripe pimple. The aforementioned Dead Man Walking, (*sighs* yes, figuratively) Rachel Reeves. And that fierce looking Muslim lady, Shabana Mahmood, who keeps letting all the crims out.

So it must have made a pleasant change for Sir Keir to spend time with some nice people he doesn’t get to see very often. Like the Trumps.

And his wife.

But let’s be gracious, and not deny Sir Keir his last hurrah.

After all, with rating worse than Jimmy Kimmel’s, the smart money says he’ll be gone by Christmas.

In fact his position is so precarious I was surprised they didn’t swap him out for Andy Burnham between courses at the state dinner. After the tinned peaches, and just before they brought out the Angel Delight.

But it wasn’t all pomp, poshoes and pageantry, the centre piece of Trump’s visit was the signing of the preposterously named Tech Prosperity Deal.

Of course there was scepticism, but in reality, it’s no wonder the Americans are keen to sign a hi-tech deal with Keir Starmer. It’s an area where thanks to his dynamic leadership, Britain is already a world leader.

After all, this country is currently vying with China, to be the global Number One, when it comes to locking people up, for things they say on social media.

But surely this new deal is good news.

We have, after all, been promised ‘billions of investment’ in our tech sector.

Sounds great.

But we all know how terrible Sir Keir is at negotiating.

His idea of playing hardball is hiking up your taxes so he can pay Ursula von der Leyen billions of pounds to join the EU’s exciting new Youth Exchange Programme.

Under which Britain will agree to accept onto these shores thousands upon thousands of thirty year old, unemployed Algerians dynamic young French people. While in exchange, France gets to keep all our fish.

So it might be worth reserving judgement, until we’ve checked the finer details. After all, who knows what clever traps, sneaky clauses, and asymmetrical demands, those crafty Yanks have managed to conceal from Sir Keir, in the big print.

The fact is, Labour can do as many ‘tech deals’ as it likes. But while Britain is shackled to Ed Miliband’s lunatic, and catastrophically expensive Net Zero fantasies, there is more chance of Zarah Sultana replacing Peter Mandelson as our new US Ambassador, than Britain ever becoming an ‘AI Superpower’.

Look, I don’t want to be too cynical. Genuinely.

Despite having to paper over some minor disagreements concerning Palestine, Net Zero, and Free Speech, Starmer and Trump were in total lock step when it came to the big stuff, the issues that really matter.

Like how equally desperate they both are, for everyone to please shut TF up, about Jeffrey Epstein.

Despite these tiny hiccups the visit was judged a huge success. So well done everyone.

And on Thursday it finally came time to say goodbye.

Though I admit I was a tiny bit surprised to see Trump actually climb the stairs of Air Force One.

Because usually when foreign criminals arrive in Britain with their families, get put up for free in top, luxury accommodation, have all their meals provided for them at taxpayer expense, and their every need catered to, by eager Labour politicians, it becomes almost impossible to get rid of them.

Of course if The Donald had really wanted to experience some proper British pageantry he should have visited Britain a week earlier.

And witnessed the greatest outpouring of British patriotism since the 2012 Olympics.

As hundreds of thousands of men and women of all ages, colours, and creeds, (yes really) proudly descended on the capital to celebrate Britain, and British culture as part of the Unite The Kingdom march.

The entirety of central London, was festooned with Union Jacks, our national flags, and the proud colours of Ye Merry Olde England.

I bet Trump would have loved it.

Of course the mainstream media was quick to dismiss this colourful event as a ‘far-right’ rally.

Because our progressive elites have decreed that the only flags which are acceptable to fly in the nation of Britain these days, are the Ukrainian flag, the Palestinian flag, and of course, the ugly mess of committee overreach, which is the trans flag.

A flag which, it must be conceded, does not represent thuggish, ugly concepts like nationalism, victory, and empire. But instead celebrates the mutilation of troubled, vulnerable children as perhaps the greatest advancement in civil rights since that time Rosa Parks decided to take the bus to work.

So that’s better then.

Though almost all the legacy media chose to either ignore the Unite The Kingdom march, or contemptuously dismiss it as a far-right jamboree, there were actually some liberal commentators who took a more nuanced view.

Many have pointed to how Sky News host, and wannabe Andrew Neil, Trevor Phillips, has been stalwart in his defence of the marchers.

Phillips actually attended the rally, and has been all over the press this week, regaling fascinated liberals with tales of his exotic adventures down among the proles.

He insisted that there was a certain legitimacy to many of their grievances. That it was wrong to simply dismiss them, as a horde of fascists, a racist mob, a bunch of unevolved, antediluvian bigots.

The uncomprehending media class, mesmerised by his insights, seemed keen to promote our Trev as some kind of authority on the grubby lower orders, and over the subsequent few days appeared to bestow upon him the role of mainstream media’s official ‘gammon whisperer’.

And look. I don’t want to disregard Trevor Phillips’ intervention. I like Trevor Phillips, he’s an old school liberal, balanced, decent, and honest. He has undoubtedly made a valuable and positive contribution to the narrative around this event.

But the thing is. Thanks and that Trev. But I don’t need you to tell me I’m not a Nazi.

I knew that already, cheers. I don’t need a member of the liberal elite to validate my opinions. To deem my point of view ‘acceptable’.

And I certainly don’t need a member of the enlightened classes to pat me on the head and tell me that, despite what all his friends say, he knows I’m actually a good boy.

And for every open minded liberal like Trevor. There are countless others, like Alastair Campbell, Lily Allen, Rory Stewart, and Naga Munchetty.

The sort of do gooding progressive scolds who have never seen a St George’s Cross which did not immediately transform, before their very eyes, into a swastika.

The reality is, despite what the sneering elites might think, those who showed up for the Unite The Kingdom march represent the very best of this nation.

Tolerant, hard working, decent people who are proud of their country, their culture, and their history.

But these British citizens have seen their rights eroded, felt their pockets picked, and their votes ignored, for far too long. They have been pushed too far.

Continuously informed that their concerns cannot be considered, their culture cannot be represented, their traditions cannot be honoured, lest doing so causes some kind of upset, or gives rise to some form of ‘offence’.

They are forever being told that they are the ones who need to change their lives, that they must learn to integrate with, and accommodate, Britain’s millions of newcomers, not the other way around.

And they’re not simply imagining that they are being sidelined, they are not inventing some kind of fake grievance, or being drawn into some ‘right wing conspiracy theory.’

The white working classes, and especially white working class men, have good cause to feel ignored, marginalised, and demeaned, by the progressive elites who run their country.

Smeared as the villains of every story. The baddies in every drama. The guilty party in every retelling, woke reinterpretation, and wonky recasting, of their nation’s great history.

Look at these pictures. I didn’t need to go looking for them, they are simply standard examples of the sort of ‘diverse’ and ‘inclusive’ advertising, media promotion, government information poster, and soft news story, we are bombarded with every day.

Notice something, someone, missing?

Inclusivity doesn’t include everybody.

Or how about how the Mayor of London, the risible Sadiq Khan, dismisses the people in the photo below, a family which looks a lot like mine, (right down to the Converse), as not being representative of ‘real Londoners.’

Not Sadiq Khan’s idea of ‘real’ Londoners

Ultimately the people who turned up for the Unite The Kingdom march simply want what every other ‘community’ demands, (and gets), without apology.

They want to be allowed to get on with their lives among people who look like them, (generally, not exclusively), dress like them, live like them, and share their values, in their own country.

Does that make them ‘far right’? The mainstream progressive media seems to think so.

Ultimately we don’t need liberal elites like Trevor Phillips, no matter how well intentioned, to validate us. We are British people. Proud sons and daughters of arguably the most successful nation the world has ever seen.

Surely that is validation enough.

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Just a quick note on the Unite The Kingdom rally. Please don’t bother commenting about Tommy Robinson, the twenty four arrests, or the clashes with ‘anti racism’ ‘counter protesters.’ Yes there was some violence. Yes. I’m sure there were some dodgy people in attendance.

But this post isn’t about any of that. It is about the thousands upon thousands of normal, decent British people who took to the streets to celebrate their country, their class and their culture.

So if you want to tell me it was all ‘far right’ this, and ‘fascist’ that, please save yourself the bother.

Having said all that. I look forward to catching up with you in the comments. As I think I said last time I’m super busy at the moment. So apologies in advance if it takes me longer than normal to respond.

Catch you in a couple of weeks.

LSO