The Over Class

07/28/2005

Hard work and long hours keep me from this diary, however we have enjoyed a fair few days, cloudy, even a spot of light rain, but basically dry and cool. The glen is overflowing with dark green and growth, we are vigilant against imported weeds such as Knot Weed and Ragwort, but god knows what all these bloody campers bring in on their £200 trainers apart from ignorance and loo paper. I have already found two good ewes choked on plastic bags, and there will be more to follow. I have had a long conversation with someone noticing my comments about the aggressive driving habits of the new Civil Servants. This friend spent a lot of time informing me about just how far we have gone along the road to a Federal States of Europe and how the Civil Service, bankers, Quangos, Academia, Lawyers, Accountants and Architects have formed a new “Broderbund” as the cannon fodder and cash/tax cows for the new Europe. Below this Over Class are the honest tradesmen, merchants, hewers of wood, metal, soap, etc. Below them again are the consumers of subsides, services and benefits, these peasants and poor who do not vote and are in the long term expendable. Part of the therapy is the removal of national identity (the UK split into twelve regions, process already started through multi-culturalism and regional government) so that we are all European Regions, not nations, with a common currency and federal government. My friend was a bit left of centre and did not use the term “National Socialism” but it was clear that he warned against the re-emergence of Fascism. My friend had nothing to sell, but many of his facts are verifiable, just look at the huge budgets spent on the new European Army, usurping NATO with cash that would wipe out UK health waiting lists at a stroke. The cheery thought is that we few with title and privilege will be the first to be shot, probably within the next twenty years or so, the signal is when some mid ranking Over-Class takes a fancy to your property, then its curtains! Thank God for midgies, they will put off the most ardent Brown Shirt. The prize for our political leaders? Hey, the biggest trading block in the world, your own bank, your own super army and a democracy where more than half of your people can’t be bothered to vote you out. Oh bugger, I listened to this chap. too long. God Bless, Yours Aye, Archie, The Baron Trollaigh.