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Leinster House, seat of the Irish
Parliament and a fine Georgian
building: might our Irish
kin save us from EU
Serfdom? Read on.

It does not take membership of the Euro for a nation state to achieve financial prudence – simple self-discipline on the part of its Finance Minister will do that – but getting a public wigging from the EU’s Economics Affairs Commissioner is something which most governments would doubtless avoid, though it is well known that the EU will never take any really painful action against one of the big boys.

Yesterday the Times alerted us to the threat of unelected EU Commissioner Joaquin Almunia to slap Gordon Brown and Alistair Darling on the wrist for the heinous offence of allowing our finances to get out of hand. The Commission said that the Treasury was set to borrow 3.3 per cent of national income (GDP) in the present 2008-09 financial year and the next, which will amount to two consecutive breaches of the the 3% ceiling prescribed under the Maastricht Treaty. The average deficit for all 27 European Union nations this year is, by contrast, set to be only 1.2 per cent of GDP.

France, Italy and Germany have all, at various moments, breached this ‘rule’, the consequence of which was to be the object of a really major telling-off from the EU: “You have been very very very naughty and you must never, ever do that again! And if you do, you will have TWO slaps over the wrist next time!”

The incident reminds us of two things.

The first is that we are, in terms of how we conduct the nation’s finances (and, thanks to the EU Constitutional Treaty of Lisbon, how we henceforth conduct almost any of the business of government), no longer master in our own house. Instead faceless officials, untroubled by the need to seek a democratic mandate, order our comings and goings from the level of the ordinary citizen to the once Great Offices of State. The EU does have real power to enforce such rules by levying huge fines. The problem is that, when it comes to the main players in the EU, the ones that really hire and fire people in the Euro Bureacracy, the rules are ignored with impunity.

The second is that the figures upon which the decision to slap our wrists is based are far more accurate than any of those contained within the “Brownies” which our mendacious Prime Minister projectile-vomits as displacement activity whenever anyone these days suggests he is manifestly not up to his job.

In the present instance McStalin has an accomplice, Alistair “We’re Doomed” Darling who has picked up the habit like a dose of impetigo from his Scots chum. He has been peddling “brownies” furiously since he was appointed, unsuprising since most of that which has emanated from the Treasury these past ten years via the mouth of McStalin has been a bare-faced lie. The current lot of rubbish concerns projections for growth:

In the latest blow to the Chancellor, the European Commission threw its weight behind the attacks of other leading institutions on his upbeat Budget prediction that Britain’s economy would rebound strongly next year after a lacklustre 2008.

Brussels cut its forecast for UK growth this year from 2.2 per cent to 1.7 per cent, although this was still just in line with the bottom of the Treasury forecast of 1.75 to 2.25 per cent.

In the latest challenge, however, to Mr Darling’s claims that the economy will enjoy a resurgence next year, the Commission also cut its forecast for 2009 to 1.6 per cent.

This is sharply lower than its previous November projection of 2.5 per cent growth and far below Mr Darling’s hopes for GDP to expand by 2.25 to 2.75 per cent.

Thus are the whoppers this mendacious pair trot out exposed as the piffle they really are.

Still, the background struggle to impose uniformity across the board goes on, as the Irish may find out. Just at the moment various companies are re-locating their Domicile to Ireland with a view to taking advantage of the very low rates of Corporation Tax there: WPP for one, Shire Pharmaceuticals and UBM for another or two. There will be more unless dunderhead McStalin and his Scots chum decide to ameliroate the tax and regulation nightmare they have created for business in the UK. It won’t have helped trying to loot the Non-Doms as well.

Still, perhaps the EU will come to the rescue. Being an essentially 1950s Socialist construct, this behemoth hates anyone who tries to cut themselves some slack so the nasty and dangerous phrase ‘tax harmonisation’ is beint breathed once more. As with all manifestations of socialism, with the EU everything gets rounded down to the worst position instead of being rounded up to the most advantageous: everyone, under this appalling system, gets to be equally poor. Thus Mick Fealty reports in his Telegraph blog:

The French Finance Minister Ms Christine Lagarde has committed her government to pushing ahead with controversial plans for a common consolidated corporation tax base during its Presidency of the EU later this year.

You can be sure that the ‘consolidated’ rate will not be the tasty 12.5% the Irish currently enjoy and thrive upon. As the Irish economy has done rather well with its Corporation Tax at this rate, the suggestion that the EU might force them to fall into line (and cut their own nose off to spite their face) is going down badly just as the irish EU Constitutional Treaty referendum gets under way – they are having one because the law requires it: were it otherwise it would be otherwise, if you get my meaning!

This in turn, Fealty notes, is helping to fuel the anti-EU vote: ‘Game on‘, he says. Indeed.

If they vote ‘No’, what an irony it would be if Britain’s independent status as a Sovereign Nation State were to be saved by the Irish.

But if they do say ‘No!’, the second referendum to reverse the result will not be far behind, so hold not your breath. Still, it will make life difficult for our liar of a Prime minister, so let us cheer for Ireland and hope that she may live up to the words of the song: “A Nation Once Again!”

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Trevor Eve and the BBC put their all
into a parody of life in the Army
of 2008 in a calculated
assault on the Armed Forces

Back, I am afraid, to the Propaganda Arm of the Labour Party, the taxpayer-funded BBC. In recent days there has been a slew of opinion polls on both the national standing of the parties and of the state of play in the London Mayoral contest. You would not, however, know this from the BBC News website.

Most of these polls have conveyed omens of meltdown for Labour in the forthcoming local elections, though some have put Boris and the Red Reptile neck and neck on first preference votes. Nationally the polls, if repeated at a General Election, would see the positions of Labour and the Tories reversed and perhaps even a major landslide for the Tories. But if you care to look at today’s politics page, you could be forgiven for thinking that we have a French-style period of poll purdah in which publication of polls is strictly interdit.

Can you imagine that if, may the Gods forfend, Gordon Brown was eighteen or fourteen points up on the Tories, such censorship would obtain? No, of course not, for that news would be being reported every fifteen minutes on the quarter hour, regular as clockwork, to the sounds of BBC Marxist cooing.

Then there was the piece at 0741 this morning on Today in which lefty author Will Self and lefty historian Simon Schama (the one who knows so much about Queens) put their elegant steel toecaps on and proceeded to put the boot into the state of USA morality without there being any counter-balancing support from someone even vaguely sympathetic to the USA. This charade went on for a full seven minutes.

Then I watched with increasing anger a programme on BBC 1 last night called ‘Waking the Dead‘ with Trevor Eve investigating a murder close to a military barracks, with what was obviously intended to be either The Life Guards or the Blues and Royals as the villain of the piece.

The theme here, articulated by an evidently hostile Eve, was that wicked older men send innocent younger men to such as Iraq and Afghanistan where either they were killed or maimed or came home fit only for a straight jacket; or, alternatively, those who did not immediately bought themselves out of the army for a feckless life of unemployment and drugs or a lucrative job with a ‘private army’ randomly killing innocent Iraqis or Afghans.

All this was accompanied with much derision of the notion that any soldier might actually be in the Army in order to serve Queen and Country and by the usual posit that, when faced with scrutiny, the forces immediately move into cover-up mode.

Lastly, I have just listened to John Tusa on Radio 4 opining that the ‘spirit of 1968’ lives on…….though he did have the grace to add ‘in this studio’ which, of course, was full of those who have every reason to perpetuate the tawdry myth that that rotten year was somehow a ‘glorious’ year of revolution.

I could go on but that would probably involve a thousand page review of most of the BBC’s content at the moment which seems to be entirely free of anything remotely blue-tinged, being filled instead with a constant expounding of lefty Nostrums.

I am not holding my breath but I hope that Cameron follows through with his threat to ‘top-slice’ the BBC’s share of the Television Ownership Tax: indeed why stop at ‘top’?

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Ken & Tessa’s Black Hole: To be
filled in with lots of your money

Whilst the sickening spectacle of obeisance to the Genocide Games Torch parade goes on, soon to visit occupied Tibet, others have their gaze fixed on the next set of Olympic scandals: how the public and the government were bamboozled into bidding, how the costs were carefully concealed from us and how Labour is going to loot us for the balance.


As to the first, the Mail yesterday carried a frank admission by Ken Livingstone that his support for the 2012 Olympics bid for London had little do do with his enthusiasm for sport but everything to do with luring the Government into refurbishing the north-east of London (and thus provide yet more members of the Livingstone client-ministate). Ken reckons that he managed to lure the Government into it without their realising it.


We should not be surprised by this. Ken would struggle to tell the truth about his own name were he speaking to himself in the mirror. We should however recognise that this must have been self-evident to the Government who have thus participated in an utterly cynical and undemocratic exercise in spending, as we now know, at least £10 billion on a politically-motivated project which, they hoped, would fill north-east London with hundreds of thousands of grateful voters who would then be expected to show their appreciation by trooping to the ballot-box in support of the only elected reptile in the world.


If, however, Londoners pull their finger out next week, Ken could be given his marching orders and Boris installed in his place. The chances then are that Boris will be the one to reap the electoral rewards (if any) that come from London 2012. If all has gone well, he can expect to surf the resultant wave in May 2012. If it all goes pear-shaped, he can at least say that the plans and financing were not down to him and point the finger at wastrel Ken.


I shall not dally on the careful conspiracy to conceal the costs of this three week preening jamboree since that exercise is now so self-evident that it needs no further exposition from me. More important now is how the costs continue to soar and soar and how the burden will, as it always was intended, fall on the long-suffering British Taxpayer.


Thus the Telegraph today tells us:


Australian-owned Bovis Lend Lease, which was selected last year to construct the £2 billion Olympic Village in east London, is struggling to raise money to finance the project.


Quite why we have this enthusiasm for Australian builders after the Wembley fiasco is unclear. But this outcome is, perhaps, an inevitable outcome of the collapse of the availability of credit worldwide. Being locked-in, however, to this vanity project, the Olympics organisers immediately turn with cap in hand to the lender of first resort: the Taxpayer. All of this grandiose scheme will almost certainly now be done, as far as possible, on the cheap which will doubtless leave the taxpayer with a shoddy and somewhat worthless asset on its hands.


Of this sort of wasting of public money, the likes of Ken’s commie chums would doubtless approve enormously. The Taxpayer, on the other hand, will perforce be made to contemplate once again the import of the phrase ‘long-suffering’ – in this case for thirty years and more.


Still, the way things are going for McStalin, he will have long since departed to become MSP for Auchtermuchty where he can deploy his nation-wrecking talents on his own kind for a change instead of the nation as a whole. Thus none of the kudos which rubs off from this worthless gaudy will accrue to him and his rotten party. If kudos there is, then the only likely beneficiaries will be the Tories. If so, at least the taxpayer can have the last laugh at Labour, a party once again defined by its own incompetence and firmly hoist with its own petard.

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Ken & Tessa’s Black Hole: To be
filled in with lots of your money

Whilst the sickening spectacle of obeisance to the Genocide Games Torch parade goes on, soon to visit occupied Tibet, others have their gaze fixed on the next set of Olympic scandals: how the public and the government were bamboozled into bidding, how the costs were carefully concealed from us and how Labour is going to loot us for the balance.


As to the first, the Mail yesterday carried a frank admission by Ken Livingstone that his support for the 2012 Olympics bid for London had little do do with his enthusiasm for sport but everything to do with luring the Government into refurbishing the north-east of London (and thus provide yet more members of the Livingstone client-ministate). Ken reckons that he managed to lure the Government into it without their realising it.


We should not be surprised by this. Ken would struggle to tell the truth about his own name were he speaking to himself in the mirror. We should however recognise that this must have been self-evident to the Government who have thus participated in an utterly cynical and undemocratic exercise in spending, as we now know, at least £10 billion on a politically-motivated project which, they hoped, would fill north-east London with hundreds of thousands of grateful voters who would then be expected to show their appreciation by trooping to the ballot-box in support of the only elected reptile in the world.


If, however, Londoners pull their finger out next week, Ken could be given his marching orders and Boris installed in his place. The chances then are that Boris will be the one to reap the electoral rewards (if any) that come from London 2012. If all has gone well, he can expect to surf the resultant wave in May 2012. If it all goes pear-shaped, he can at least say that the plans and financing were not down to him and point the finger at wastrel Ken.


I shall not dally on the careful conspiracy to conceal the costs of this three week preening jamboree since that exercise is now so self-evident that it needs no further exposition from me. More important now is how the costs continue to soar and soar and how the burden will, as it always was intended, fall on the long-suffering British Taxpayer.


Thus the Telegraph today tells us:


Australian-owned Bovis Lend Lease, which was selected last year to construct the £2 billion Olympic Village in east London, is struggling to raise money to finance the project.


Quite why we have this enthusiasm for Australian builders after the Wembley fiasco is unclear. But this outcome is, perhaps, an inevitable outcome of the collapse of the availability of credit worldwide. Being locked-in, however, to this vanity project, the Olympics organisers immediately turn with cap in hand to the lender of first resort: the Taxpayer. All of this grandiose scheme will almost certainly now be done, as far as possible, on the cheap which will doubtless leave the taxpayer with a shoddy and somewhat worthless asset on its hands.


Of this sort of wasting of public money, the likes of Ken’s commie chums would doubtless approve enormously. The Taxpayer, on the other hand, will perforce be made to contemplate once again the import of the phrase ‘long-suffering’ – in this case for thirty years and more.


Still, the way things are going for McStalin, he will have long since departed to become MSP for Auchtermuchty where he can deploy his nation-wrecking talents on his own kind for a change instead of the nation as a whole. Thus none of the kudos which rubs off from this worthless gaudy will accrue to him and his rotten party. If kudos there is, then the only likely beneficiaries will be the Tories. If so, at least the taxpayer can have the last laugh at Labour, a party once again defined by its own incompetence and firmly hoist with its own petard.

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Ken & Tessa’s Black Hole: To be
filled in with lots of your money

Whilst the sickening spectacle of obeisance to the Genocide Games Torch parade goes on, soon to visit occupied Tibet, others have their gaze fixed on the next set of Olympic scandals: how the public and the government were bamboozled into bidding, how the costs were carefully concealed from us and how Labour is going to loot us for the balance.


As to the first, the Mail yesterday carried a frank admission by Ken Livingstone that his support for the 2012 Olympics bid for London had little do do with his enthusiasm for sport but everything to do with luring the Government into refurbishing the north-east of London (and thus provide yet more members of the Livingstone client-ministate). Ken reckons that he managed to lure the Government into it without their realising it.


We should not be surprised by this. Ken would struggle to tell the truth about his own name were he speaking to himself in the mirror. We should however recognise that this must have been self-evident to the Government who have thus participated in an utterly cynical and undemocratic exercise in spending, as we now know, at least £10 billion on a politically-motivated project which, they hoped, would fill north-east London with hundreds of thousands of grateful voters who would then be expected to show their appreciation by trooping to the ballot-box in support of the only elected reptile in the world.


If, however, Londoners pull their finger out next week, Ken could be given his marching orders and Boris installed in his place. The chances then are that Boris will be the one to reap the electoral rewards (if any) that come from London 2012. If all has gone well, he can expect to surf the resultant wave in May 2012. If it all goes pear-shaped, he can at least say that the plans and financing were not down to him and point the finger at wastrel Ken.


I shall not dally on the careful conspiracy to conceal the costs of this three week preening jamboree since that exercise is now so self-evident that it needs no further exposition from me. More important now is how the costs continue to soar and soar and how the burden will, as it always was intended, fall on the long-suffering British Taxpayer.


Thus the Telegraph today tells us:


Australian-owned Bovis Lend Lease, which was selected last year to construct the £2 billion Olympic Village in east London, is struggling to raise money to finance the project.


Quite why we have this enthusiasm for Australian builders after the Wembley fiasco is unclear. But this outcome is, perhaps, an inevitable outcome of the collapse of the availability of credit worldwide. Being locked-in, however, to this vanity project, the Olympics organisers immediately turn with cap in hand to the lender of first resort: the Taxpayer. All of this grandiose scheme will almost certainly now be done, as far as possible, on the cheap which will doubtless leave the taxpayer with a shoddy and somewhat worthless asset on its hands.


Of this sort of wasting of public money, the likes of Ken’s commie chums would doubtless approve enormously. The Taxpayer, on the other hand, will perforce be made to contemplate once again the import of the phrase ‘long-suffering’ – in this case for thirty years and more.


Still, the way things are going for McStalin, he will have long since departed to become MSP for Auchtermuchty where he can deploy his nation-wrecking talents on his own kind for a change instead of the nation as a whole. Thus none of the kudos which rubs off from this worthless gaudy will accrue to him and his rotten party. If kudos there is, then the only likely beneficiaries will be the Tories. If so, at least the taxpayer can have the last laugh at Labour, a party once again defined by its own incompetence and firmly hoist with its own petard.

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Criminal? Possibly. Juvenile?
Almost certainly. Funny?
Deliciously & wickedly so.
A Jolly Jape? Cripes, yes!

One knows only too well that it is a juvenile jolly jape, but some wicked and web-wily wrecker has totally trashed the website of the Chief Lemon Sucker, humourless harpy harridan Harriet Harperson. It may well be that this will have the Old Bill coming to feel someone’s collar as a result, but it brought a little ray of sunshine to East Northamptonshire this morning.

The story unfolds here on Guido and with a useful aside here on Boulton & Co. The best of the story, although it is all a rib-tickler, is that this lot of numpties was so dumb that the hacker got in and rest all their passwords. Now the site is offline so that this particular train wreck can be cleared off the lines.

The thought once more occurs that this ought to be filed, in due course and after the whole world has laughed itself to death, under ‘Serious & Bibulous Parties’, ‘Breweries’ and ‘Organize’.

Harperson defects? No, chuck
her back into the piranha
pool where she belongs!

It could not have happened to a less fragrant person.

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Huw Edwards: passed swiftly
over the Tory poll lead of 18%
as he might step over
something niffy on the pavement

The BBC is a public-service broadcaster, though you would need to look at its Charter to know it. The Tories have, according to YouGov’s poll taken during Labour tax contortions, an 18% lead over Labour and, at 44% overall, more support than Labour and the Lib ‘Dems’ (26% & 17% respectively) combined. You would need to read a paper or visit a blog to know it.

This is the best Tory lead for twenty-one years. If the boot was on the other foot, do you imagine for a moment that on the Ten O’Clock TV News a Labour lead of 18% would be anything other than the lead item? Yet last night the BBC managed to give us this information in a quick one-liner from Huw Edwards who moved on with indecent haste to something more palatable. Over on Newsnight, Gavin Essler, whose sympathises positively ooze from the plasma of the TV screen, did report it, but quickly hedged about with much qualification about other, older polls that have the Tory lead much lower.

The BBC News website at this moment makes no mention of this information on its homepage (0815 AM) nor is it reported on its Politics page. On Today it seems to have merited no more than a passing reference in the newspaper review.

One swallow a summer doth not make, I hear you say. You are right, but the fact is that polls are now consistently showing the Tories as on course to get a working majority at the next general election. Concerning that trend the BBC is resolutely in denial and that is a clear breach of its duty to be impartial. But it has long since abandoned any pretence to even-handedness which is probably stupid and is certainly predictable.

With Tory policy on broadcasting looking at divvying up the Broadcasting Poll Tax with other public service broadcasters, one might have expected the BBC to make some effort, even if only cosmetic, to be impartial. But your average BBC editor is plainly as stupid as the serried ranks of the Ovine & The Bovine who occupy the back (and, indeed, front) benches on the Labour side of the Commons and thus does not realise how much we notice these things and how this will, soon enough, turn round to bite them and the rotten institution for which they work.

One of life’s little considerable pleasures at the moment is the daily passing moment in which I look forward to the look on their face on a Friday morning in 2010 following the General Election in which the preferred Government of this nest of Marxist Vipers is swept like so much ordure into the sewers of history.

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My Design for St. Edmund’s Flag

Today we are supposed to venerate the usurper St. George as our patron Saint and celebrate the fact of our Englishness. I care not for the former and I do the latter in my heart every day of the year. As for the Levantine Dragon Slayer, he was no doubt a worthy fellow, but St. Edmund is a truer and better role model.

St. George had no real connection with England as such until the time of the crusades. Though he was undoubtedly venerated here, he was better known as an object of such veneration in the area of the eastern Orthodox Church. Crusaders from England and from the thirteenth century onwards St. George was accorded ever greater importance until, in due course, he became recognized as the patron Saint of England. We share him with Georgia, Genoa, the Hellenic Armed Forces, Beirut, Malta, North Ossetia, Aragon and the Freemasons.

He supplanted an altogether more appropriate character in that office. In 869 the King of East Anglia, Edmund, was martyred by an invading Danish army. Captured by the invaders, he was ordered to renounce his Christian faith and to become heathen Danes’ vassal. Almost certainly knowing what the consequences would be, he flatly rebuffed his enemies’ demands. Repeating the name of Christ with his heart and his lips, he told them: ‘Living or dead, nothing shall separate me from the love of Christ’. He was tied to a tree, tortured by being shot through with arrows, and then beheaded.

King Edmund,
from the Wilton Tryptych

Of him the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle says:

“In this year the (Danish) host rode across Mercia into East Anglia and took winter quarters in Thetford and the same year King Edmund fought against them and the Danes had the victory, and they slew the King and overran the entire kingdom and destroyed all the monasteries to which they came.”

Writing a letter to Archbishop Dunstan more than a hundred years later, Abbo of Fleury, a monk at the great Abbey of Ramsey in Huntingdonshire, gave further details of Edmund. Abbo says he heard the Archbishop relate the story and that he said he heard it as a young man from a very old man who claimed to have been King Edmund’s armour bearer at the time of his death. It is likely therefore, that the basics of the story are correct:

In the days of king Æthelred a very learned monk came over the sea from the monastery of Saint Benedict in the south to Archbishop Dunstan, three years before he died; and the monk was called Abbo. They talked together until Dunstan told him about saint Edmund, even as Edmund’s sword-bearer had told the story to king Æthelstan when Dunstan was a young man and the sword-bearer a very old man. The monk put this whole story into a book, and a few years afterwards, when the book had come to us, we turned it into English just as it stands hereafter. Two years later this monk Abbo went home to his monastery and was almost immediately appointed abbot in that same monastery.

Edmund the blessed, king of the East Angles, was wise and honourable and by his excellent conduct ever glorified Almighty God. He was humble and devout, and continued so steadfast that he would not yield to shameful sins, nor in any direction did he bend aside his practices, but was always mindful of true doctrine. If you are made a chief man, do not exalt yourself, but be among men as one of them. He was bountiful to the poor and like a father to widows, and with benignity guided his people ever to righteousness, and controlled the violent, and lived happily in the true faith.

Then at length it happened that the Danish people came with a fleet, harrying and slaying widely over the land, as their custom is. In that fleet were their chief men, Hingwar and Hubba, associated by the devil, and they landed in Northumbria with their ships and wasted the land and slew the people. Then Hingwar turned eastward with his ships, and Hubba was left in Northumbria, having won the victory by cruel means. Then Hingwar came rowing to East Anglia in the year when Alfred the ætheling was one and twenty years old, he who afterward became the renowned king of the West-Saxons. And the aforesaid Hingwar suddenly, like a wolf, stalked over the land and slew the people–men, women and innocent children–and shamefully tormented innocent Christians. Then soon afterward he sent to the king a threatening message that he must bow down to do him homage, if he cared for his life.

So the messenger came to King Edmund and speedily announced to him Hingwar’s message: “Hingwar our king, keen and victorious by sea and by land, has rule over many peoples, and has now landed here suddenly with an army, intending to take up his winter-quarters here with his host. Now he commands you to divide your secret treasures and your ancestors’ wealth quickly with him, and you shall be his under-king, if you desire to live, because you do not have the power to withstand him.”

King Edmund called a bishop, the one who was nearest to him at the time, and consulted with him how he should answer the savage Hingwar. The bishop feared for this terrible misfortune and for the king’s life, and said that it seemed best to him that he should submit to that which Hingwar had demanded of him.

Then the king kept silence and looked at the ground, and at length said to him in kingly fashion: “Behold, oh bishop, the poor people of this land are brought to shame, and I would rather fall in battle so that my people can continued to possess their land.”

And the bishop said, “Alas, dear king, your people lie slain, and you do not have sufficient forces with which you can fight, and these seamen will come and bind you alive unless you save your life by means of flight, or thus save yourself by yielding to him.”

Then said Edmund the king, brave as he was: “This I desire and wish in my mind, that I should not be left alone after my dear thanes, who have been suddenly slain in their beds by these seamen, with their children and their wives. It has never been my custom to take to flight, but I would rather die, if I must, for my own land; and almighty God knows that I will never turn aside from His worship, nor from His true love, whether I die or live.”

After these words he turned to the messenger whom Hingwar had sent to him, and said to him undismayed: “Verily you would now be worthy of death, but I will not defile my clean hands with your foul blood, because I follow Christ, who has given us an example, and I will happily be slain by you, if God has so ordained. Depart now very quickly, and say to your cruel lord that Edmund the king will never bow in life to Hingwar the heathen leader, unless he will first bow, in this land, to Jesus Christ with faith.”

Then the messenger went quickly away and met on the way the bloodthirsty Hingwar hurrying to Edmund with his whole army, and told that wicked man how he had been answered. Hingwar then arrogantly commanded his troops that they should, all of them, take the king alone, who had despised his command, and instantly bind him.

When Hingwar came, Edmund the king stood within his hall, mindful of the Savior, and threw away his weapons, desiring to imitate the example of Christ, who forbade Peter to fight with weapons against the bloodthirsty Jews. Then those wicked men bound Edmund and shamefully insulted him and beat him with clubs, and afterward they led the faithful king to an earth-fast tree and tied him to it with hard bonds, and afterwards scourged him a long while with whips, and among the blows he was always calling with true faith on Jesus Christ.

Then the heathen were madly angry because of his faith, because he called upon Christ to help him. They shot at him with javelins as if for their amusement, until he was all beset with their shots, as with a porcupine’s bristles, even as Sebastian was. When Hingwar, the wicked seaman, saw that the noble king would not deny Christ, but with steadfast faith ever called upon Him, he commanded men to behead him, and the heathen did so. For while he was yet calling upon Christ, the heathen drew away the saint to slay him, and struck off his head with a single blow, and his soul departed joyfully to Christ. There was a certain man at hand, whom God was hiding from the heathen, who heard all this and told it afterward just as we tell it here.

Then the seamen went again to ship, and hid the head of the holy Edmund in the thick brambles so that it could not be buried. Then after a while, after they were gone away, the country-folk, who were still left there, came to where their lord’s body lay without his head, and were very sore at heart because of his murder, and chiefly because they had not the head with the body.

Then the spectator who had previously beheld it said that the seamen had taken the head with them, and it seemed to him (as was actually the case) that they had hidden the head in the wood somewhere about.

Then they all went searching together in the wood, looking everywhere among the thorns and brambles for the head. There was also a great wonder, that a wolf was sent, by God’s direction, to guard the head against the other animals by day and night. They went on searching and calling out continually, as those who go through woods often do: “Where are you now, friend?” And the head answered them, “Here, here, here!” And so it called out repeatedly, answering them as often as any of them called to it, until they all came to it by means of those cries. There lay the gray wolf who had been guarding the head, and with his two feet had embraced it, greedy and hungry, and yet for fear of God had not dared to eat it, but had kept it safe against other animals.

They were astonished at the wolf’s guardianship and carried the holy head home with them, thanking the Almighty for all His wonders; but the wolf followed forth with the head until they came to the town, as if he were tame, and then turned back again into the wood. Then the country-people laid the head by the holy body, and buried him as well as they could in such haste, and soon built a church over him.

Then, after many years, when the harrying had ceased and peace was restored to the oppressed people, they came together and built a church worthily in honour of the saint, because miracles had frequently been done at his burial-place, even at the bede-house where he was buried. They desired to carry the holy body with popular honour and to lay it within the church. Then there was a great wonder, that he was all as whole as if he were alive, with clean body, and his neck was healed which before had been cut through, and there was as it were a silken thread about his neck, all red, as if to show men how he had been slain. Also the wounds, which the bloodthirsty heathen had made in his body with their repeated shots, were healed by the heavenly God; and so he lies uncorrupt until this present day, awaiting the resurrection and the eternal glory. His body shows us, which lies undecayed, that he lived without fornication here in this world, and by a pure life passed to Christ.

The Martyrdom

The site of the martyrdom was said to be Hegelisdun Wood. The date was given as November 20th which remains St Edmunds’ Feast Day today. The king was buried in a small chapel built for the purpose where the body remained for many years before being moved to Bedericsworth.

Bedericsworth later became Bury St. Edmund’s and there is a reasonable proposition that Haegelisdun may have been at Bradfield St. Clare, some six miles from Bury.

What finer example could a King give to his people? And is he not far more meaningful to us today than St. George whose nexus to England is, frankly, tenuous?

I commend the late King to you.

See also: http://patronstedmund.blogspot.com/, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edmund_the_Martyr

http://www.fordham.edu/halsall/source/870abbo-edmund.html

COMMENT THREAD

The misery inflicted on the poorest 5.3 million
of our people is no laughing matter,
yet Brown still found something
to smirk about today as
he hung out the white flag

The indecent haste with which McStalin has caved in over the abolition of the ten per cent tax rate is unsurprising. As we have noted before, this is a man with a yellow streak up his back the width of the Forth Road Bridge. Others have noted it too, Frank Field and his colleagues amongst them. Chasing this Socialist behemoth, they have hamstrung him.

The very haste with which he has waved the white flag betokens acknowledgement that his general position is one of considerable weakness. Were it otherwise Brown would have taken this matter much closer to the wire. After all the linked reduction of the basic rate of income tax from 22% to 20% was presented as a major plank of the 2007 budget, a reduction that was supposed to be paid for by the abolition of the 10 % rate. McStalin’s inability to defend the integrity of the policy is, surely, a clear indication of how damaged he is and how weak his position has now become.

As Chamberlain discovered, having a working majority, even a large one, is no guarantee of political good health. In this instance McStalin has been elbowed off course by the sight of 46 Labour MPs led by the terrier-like Frank Field indicating that they would vote down the current Finance Bill next week. That is just 13% of the Parliamentary Labour Party, a genuine case of the tail wagging the dog.

It is not just the speed with which the white flag was run up the flagpole, but the disorderly manner in which the surrender came. As Benedict Brogan recounts in his blog, the Brown-Darling foot-soldiery was running round half-an-hour before Prime Minister’s Questions still trying to cobble together a policy (which, one should add, is no way to run the country’s finances), which suggests that the solution was as badly thought out as the problem. This must, surely, be marked as a seminal day in the life of McStalin’s regime, a day on which he turned and showed off his yellow streak in glorious technicolour to the world.

The problem with the solution is that it is not going to help anyone today, tomorrow or even next week. Many are going to have to fill out yet another complicated form in order to get the compensation which is now promised, a humiliating and demeaning exercise at the best of times and one which will, even though the deal is backdated to the beginning of the tax year, not help most of its intended beneficiaries for some months. These people will, for the time being, have to exist on a diminished pay packet where even a shortfall of a fiver will cause misery.

And 5.3 million is a lot of people to irritate in this way. Labour will find getting their support that much harder next time and a fair few of these may now want to vote Tory to show their disapproval.

Brown was supposed to be absolutely sound on the business of ‘ending poverty’, whatever that means. He has built and now stakes his reputation on that fact. Yet his reaction to this has been more that of a Lab Scientist fiddling about with his lab rats (those former beneficiaries of the 10% rate) and testing his theory of poverty suddenly discovering that his life’s work was based on obviously erroneous data.

His other problem is that the body of Labour resistants has widened and has tasted blood. They now know how weak he is and, having had a taste of it, will come back for more as they now know that they can, if they want, force Brown to their way of thinking.

It has taken this gutless and flawed Prime Minister just ten months to achieve the status of being a worse Prime Minister than even John Major, something which I never expected to write.

Frank Field: a man of principle
who has forced an unprincipled
Prime Minister to back down

Major was quite awful, though one never doubted his courage and his record of dishonesty was no worse than the average. His tenure as leader of our nation and of the conservative party was deeply damaging, the damage to our country persisting through the years of this government of which Major was the midwife. He was rightly an object of derision and his hypocrisy was rank.

McStalin has managed to plumb those depths and more in a much shorter time. He now looks like a doomed mammoth floundering along in the mud, pursued by packs of hunters ready to plunge a spear into his flanks.

A slow bleeding death beckons.

COMMENT THREAD

The misery inflicted on the poorest 5.3 million
of our people is no laughing matter,
yet Brown still found something
to smirk about today as
he hung out the white flag

The indecent haste with which McStalin has caved in over the abolition of the ten per cent tax rate is unsurprising. As we have noted before, this is a man with a yellow streak up his back the width of the Forth Road Bridge. Others have noted it too, Frank Field and his colleagues amongst them. Chasing this Socialist behemoth, they have hamstrung him.

The very haste with which he has waved the white flag betokens acknowledgement that his general position is one of considerable weakness. Were it otherwise Brown would have taken this matter much closer to the wire. After all the linked reduction of the basic rate of income tax from 22% to 20% was presented as a major plank of the 2007 budget, a reduction that was supposed to be paid for by the abolition of the 10 % rate. McStalin’s inability to defend the integrity of the policy is, surely, a clear indication of how damaged he is and how weak his position has now become.

As Chamberlain discovered, having a working majority, even a large one, is no guarantee of political good health. In this instance McStalin has been elbowed off course by the sight of 46 Labour MPs led by the terrier-like Frank Field indicating that they would vote down the current Finance Bill next week. That is just 13% of the Parliamentary Labour Party, a genuine case of the tail wagging the dog.

It is not just the speed with which the white flag was run up the flagpole, but the disorderly manner in which the surrender came. As Benedict Brogan recounts in his blog, the Brown-Darling foot-soldiery was running round half-an-hour before Prime Minister’s Questions still trying to cobble together a policy (which, one should add, is no way to run the country’s finances), which suggests that the solution was as badly thought out as the problem. This must, surely, be marked as a seminal day in the life of McStalin’s regime, a day on which he turned and showed off his yellow streak in glorious technicolour to the world.

The problem with the solution is that it is not going to help anyone today, tomorrow or even next week. Many are going to have to fill out yet another complicated form in order to get the compensation which is now promised, a humiliating and demeaning exercise at the best of times and one which will, even though the deal is backdated to the beginning of the tax year, not help most of its intended beneficiaries for some months. These people will, for the time being, have to exist on a diminished pay packet where even a shortfall of a fiver will cause misery.

And 5.3 million is a lot of people to irritate in this way. Labour will find getting their support that much harder next time and a fair few of these may now want to vote Tory to show their disapproval.

Brown was supposed to be absolutely sound on the business of ‘ending poverty’, whatever that means. He has built and now stakes his reputation on that fact. Yet his reaction to this has been more that of a Lab Scientist fiddling about with his lab rats (those former beneficiaries of the 10% rate) and testing his theory of poverty suddenly discovering that his life’s work was based on obviously erroneous data.

His other problem is that the body of Labour resistants has widened and has tasted blood. They now know how weak he is and, having had a taste of it, will come back for more as they now know that they can, if they want, force Brown to their way of thinking.

It has taken this gutless and flawed Prime Minister just ten months to achieve the status of being a worse Prime Minister than even John Major, something which I never expected to write.

Frank Field: a man of principle
who has forced an unprincipled
Prime Minister to back down

Major was quite awful, though one never doubted his courage and his record of dishonesty was no worse than the average. His tenure as leader of our nation and of the conservative party was deeply damaging, the damage to our country persisting through the years of this government of which Major was the midwife. He was rightly an object of derision and his hypocrisy was rank.

McStalin has managed to plumb those depths and more in a much shorter time. He now looks like a doomed mammoth floundering along in the mud, pursued by packs of hunters ready to plunge a spear into his flanks.

A slow bleeding death beckons.

COMMENT THREAD

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