Without further ado, it is time to put an end to the draconian English Tory philosophy of austerity through oppression, by supporting Celtic independence.
The collective will of all Celtic people is to live in peace and harmony with one another and to look after our neighbours, with charity and kindness. It is not to take away their livelihoods through oppression, bribery, bullying and murder.
The following articles are not even one millionth percent of the greater picture regarding the heartless and systematic disregard for human life by a Tory government.
Yet let this blog entry serve as a reminder to all those smirking behind their overpaid fascist faces, that crimes against humanity, which are still being committed by our government to this day… will not go ignored.
The first time I heard your voice it was in 2003. I was strolling the streets of Turin and your song Maybe That’s What It Takes was playing on my portable radio.
Then, as it does there sometimes, it started to rain.
I love the rain. In fact I love the rain just as much as I love the sunshine. Especially both at the same time… that’s really nice. Makes you feel all exotic.
As the water began to swoosh along the foot polished pavements of this romantically architectured metropolis, the radio hostess announced to the world this was your debut album and, like a gentle arm around my shoulder, the next song Here Comes The Rain Again began to play.
To be honest I couldn’t believe my ears when I first heard your singing. Oh of course, I expect people have often said, “she’s no Opera queen”, or, “too husky for my taste”… but, looking at your face right now, as the rain pours down outside against my tin-roofed Somerset apartment in the middle of nowhere… it’s the only voice I want to hear.
You won’t find me dropping dead in a Jobcentre after being declared “fit for work”, or lying on a hospital floor because Tories can’t afford to buy beds. You won’t find me polishing the shoes of a racist lunatic who refuses to acknowledge the Celtic right to self determination and independence. You won’t find me saluting a paedophile establishment that has covered up its crimes for as long as we can remember, while today, rape is effectively decriminalized because… you guessed it, Tories can’t afford to pay cops. You won’t find me bowing to an unelected monarch who wants to claim a poverty grant and buy herself a $7.9m apartment in New York, all the while laughing off her daughter in law’s death with the words, “Someone must have greased the brakes”. You won’t find me singing the national anthem of a country whom’s self proclaimed “greatness” is founded upon the colonisation and persecution of innocent and defenceless indigenous people across the world. You won’t find me looking up the word “stupid” in an English dictionary because everyday a fascist looks at me that way. You won’t find me walking amongst a society which has not a single Holy Nun to its name and whom’s definition of religious culture is giving lip service to a smart phone. You won’t find me in “great” Britain. This is Panceltainia. This is The United Sovereign States Of Europe.
Herewith we proclaim with good will, with righteousness and with sacred belonging, the sovereign unity of all Celtic lands and the immortal undying creation of Panceltainia.
YllwChlk has blogged acutely to this day about Celtic independence from Englaend, specifically addressing the concept of South West autonomy under the rule of Truro, Cornwall and the Country of Cornissia.
Here then I would like to publish my own personally favoured political viewpoint of Pancelticism, and what, whilst it may seem a more radical stance on national unity, is grandly the most suitable answer to the ever growing dissident outlook of Englaesh rule.
Whilst this blog actively promotes Celtic independence, it is though more closely aligned with the Panceltic alternative longterm aspiration, to establish a “United States Of Celtic Lands”, as such the devotedly named,Panceltainia.
Cornissia, like the other Celtic countries of these lands, would be a dear Republic. That is to say, a country without a Monarchy or King and Queen.
A republic is a form of government in which the country is considered a “public matter”, its laws decided by a process of democracy and is not ever to be the private property of an unelected or hereditory ruler. A republic is thus the opposing form of government to a monarchy and has therefore no monarch as head of state.
The problem with “Britain” is that it has been conditioned for centuries to admire the regular parading of an authoritative figure dressed in gold and rubies, yet who has no say in political matters only the declaration of war… and even though this tradition makes absolutely no democratic sense.
Whilst all attempts were probably made by entities within the media and even government, to restrict or marginalise coverage of the British institutional, historic child sex abuse epidemic, which has been diseasing our nation for decades, if not centuries… the truth doth not kneel to anyone.
As mentioned throughout this blog regarding Cornissian and Panceltic independence, there are many good blessings of becoming a smaller country.
Aside from the positive statistics of economy, stability, well being, good prosperity and utmost peace to other nations, there is the good and righteous stand against the corruption of Big Government.
The Panceltic movement, at its heart, would ideally bring about the independence of all Celtic nations. Namely, Scotland, Wales, Ireland and Cornwall.
Doing so, amongst many other political reasons, would finally destroy the corrupt and perverse iron claw of one immoral regime, from reigning over all our peaceful homelands.
This blog post serves as an official record of the mountainous news articles relating to British Institutional Disregard For Children and the attempted cover up by various official departments or entities within the UK establishment.
Please note much of the information detailed here is beyond the realms of civil acceptance. Furthermore these are only in reality a mere tiny handful of articles, compared to the truer whole picture.
This whole picture, which is still to this day being pieced together by experts, may eventually date back to before records even began.