Friday, 29 September 2017

A hybrid BNP waits to awaken....a new UKIP ...slouching towards Bethlehem

A hybrid BNP waits to awaken....a new UKIP



  And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
    Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

It's the final act in the tragic comedy that is UKIP. Today they announce who will plead them. My little birds tell me that it is between Peter Whittle the existing deputy leader and Anne Marie Walters the perfectly modern. Post Modern Fascist for whom hundreds of far right activists have been flooding into the party. A new BOB us about to be born...a veritable ally of the Front Nationale in France and the add in Germany. They have even invited an ADD parliamentarian to speak to the conference.. .behold the monster about to be born...

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
   
 THE SECOND COMING
 
 Turning and turning in the widening gyre
    The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
    Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
    Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
    The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
    The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
    The best lack all conviction, while the worst
    Are full of passionate intensity.
    Surely some revelation is at hand;
    Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
    The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
    When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
    Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
    A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
    A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
    Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
    Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
    The darkness drops again but now I know
    That twenty centuries of stony sleep
    Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
    And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
    Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?



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