Thursday, 8 November 2007

Remembrance Sunday (Lest We Forget)

This is a photo of my great uncle Joe, he left Silverwood pit and joined up aged 18 to fight for his country in 'The Great War'. He was injured and came home from France to recuperate. Then they told him he was not fit to fight again but he insisted and went back to the front line as a stretcher bearer. He went out with his mate to get an injured comrade and was blown apart by a grenade.



They put what they could find of him in his greatcoat and he is buried just inside the Menin Gate war cemetery at Ypres in Flanders.



He was nineteen years and four months old when he died

My Grandmother never got over it and cried till the day she died. I was taken every year to the Cenotaph on Remembrance Sunday by my Grandad and was told of the sacrifices made so this country could never be overrun with foreigners and could practice its religion, culture and way of life in freedom.


How they have been betrayed all those young lads!


I have written this poem to explain how I feel




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Joseph Houghton, died at nineteen years and four months, never had a girlfriend, never got drunk, a beautiful Lancashire lad.


He died out of loyalty and love for his country. In memory of this ultimate sacrifice and for the future of my seven grandchildren I fight on for my country in its hour of need.


A country led by traitors who want to give away what this lad and countless others suffered and died for.




Introduction (why I started this blog)

My name is Marlene Guest and I am the British National Party Organiser in Rotherham. I have started this blog hoping to show the people of my town what is really going on and how the media distort the truth often refusing to even print it if it might show the BNP in a good light.

This is an article printed in the 'Voice of Freedom' (the BNP newspaper) about how the local press ignored my helping to raise over £1000 for the Childrens Hospital after they treated my grandson and how myself and another BNP activist John Gamble helped to catch a burglar while we were out leafleting in Thorpe Hesley.


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The lady who had been robbed got £2900 worth of jewelery back because we prevented the burglar from making his getaway before the Police, whom I had called on my mobile phone, arrived to take him into custody.


They have good reason not to want the BNP shown in a good light. We got 1149 votes in Brinsworth at the May elections only 366 behind the winning Nu Labour candidate and we polled second or third in the other 5 wards we contested.


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I was never a political animal and never voted in local or national elections until about ten years ago. It was then something occured that was to change my outlook and attitude rather dramatically. At this time I was divorced and had a long time friend called Marie whom I used to go out with. One night we went out and Marie met a man called John Cooke and they started a relationship. This went on for quite a while and I saw Mr Cooke a couple of times, then one day was asked to make up a four for a meal with John, Marie and John's boss Garvin.

I was told that Garvin was a millionare businessman and that John was his right hand man.

I didn't particularly want to go, not being used to mixing with millionares and such, but they said it was all arranged and they would look idiots if I cried off, so I agreed to go on the condition that it was a one off. We were picked up by a limo and taken to an hotel in Sheffield and I was introduced to John's boss Garvin. It was immediately apparent to me that we had nothing in common, he bragged endlessly about his money, where he had been and what he had done and he talked about his wife who had died of cancer. I even had to buy myself a sandwich as the promised meal never materialised. After about an hour I'd had enough and left thinking that was the end of it.


How wrong I was!


I opened the Advertiser a few weeks later and there was good old Garvin headlining the front page. Turns out he was the 'Deputy Leader' of the Council and he'd been robbing the town blind (as no doubt many of you will remember). I rang the Police and literally within minutes my front room was full of detectives and I had to repeat all that Garvin had told me of his activities.

Garvin Reed did time for his crime and this Council and it's antics brought the town into disrepute, there followed 'jobs for the boys' enquiries, Councillors expenses came under scrutiny and we watched the Council like hawks.

This is the truth about how and why I started 'Council Watch' and why I became involved in local politics. We all pay Council Tax and have a right to see this being spent honestly and openly, this Council as I intend to show, is anything but "open and honest".

I became a Liberal Democrat or as my mother called me a "liberated democratical" , on reflection more like a DIM LIB. I left the party when I discovered they were totally in favour of mass immigration into the UK and taking Britain all the way into the EU which I was and am completely against.

So, after much deliberation, I joined the BNP and I can honestly say I have never regretted it for a second.