The United Kingdrom, to our politicans, is merely a geographical designation with an accompanying balance sheet.

There are signs that Britons are waking up to the calamity in our midst.

Transient, atomised and yet enormous.

Outstanding levels of migration continue under a ‘Conservative’ government.

This nation continually refuses to deploy its own resources to protect itself from decay and pull itself out of the pit of stagnation.

Not one Briton voted for forty, fifty, sixty thousand or more illegals to arrive on our shores each year.

What exactly is to blame for this once peaceful melting pot of global identities boiling over into a tidal wave of trashing temples and street brawls?

We ask Paul Embery: “You’re almost the Last Samurai of the Labour Party, do you ever feel like giving up?”