St Who?

St Edmund the MartyrI just don’t get it. It makes no sense. Every year we get the same old: “why can’t we have a day off for St. George?” “Why can’t we celebrate our national Saint’s day like what the Irish, Scots and Welsh do?”

Stop bleating and put your brains in gear. Tell me who was St. George?

“‘ees the English knight that slewed da dragon.”

WHAT! You serious? Dragons don’t exist, never have done, so what else has George done to merit your yearly, 24 hour only devotion?
What? You don’t know? Really?
Can someone please tell me who he was?

“Saint George is popularly identified with the English ideals of honour, bravery and gallantry, but he wasn’t English at all and very little is known about the man who became St George.”

So, we know little and he wasn’t English. Great start!

“St. George is believed to have been born in 3rd century Cappadocia (now Eastern Turkey). At the age of seventeen he joined the Roman army and soon became renowned for his bravery. He served under a pagan Emperor but never forgot his Christian faith.”

When I suggested to a bigoted, right wing, flag totting imbecile that a better candidate for England’s patron Saint was St. Alban he replied: “Nah he was Roman!”
Yes I know he was Roman you dipstick, but he was martyred on what would eventually become English soil, bit closer to home methinks than Eastern Turkey!

I am sick to death of this ‘let’s celebrate St George’s day’ mentality when most of the idiots bleating on about a bank holiday don’t have the slightest inkling of who he is, was, or where he came from. Not only is he not English, he is not even exclusively an English saint. At the last count he is also patron saint of the following:

“…. Aragon, Catalonia, England, Ethiopia, Georgia, Greece, Lithuania, Palestine, Portugal, and Russia.”

In fact, George wasn’t even England’s original Saint. Prior to 1222 it was St. Edmund the Martyr. The true patron Saint of the English i.e a non Norman, was replaced in favour of the mythical image of a Middle Eastern St. George originating during the Crusades.

The great historian Gibbon wrote a short biography of St. George in his famous: The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire.

“He (George of Cappodocia) accumulated wealth by the basest arts of fraud and corruption; but his criminal activities were so notorious, that George was compelled to escape from the forces of justice”.

George later became Archbishop of Alexandria, where “he assumed the pomp and insolence of his lofty station; but he still betrayed the vices of his base and servile extraction”.

Gibbon ends by saying: “This odious stranger, disguising every circumstance of time and place, assumed the mask of a martyr, a saint and Christian hero; and the infamous George of Cappadocia has been transformed into the renowned St George of England, the patron saint of arms, of chivalry and the garter”.

You mean England’s patron saint was a conniving, pompous, fraudster?

Makes you think dunnit …..

Let all the English everywhere remember; your Patron Saint is St. Edmund the Martyr; honour him on the 20th November. Your flag is not the Red Cross but the White Dragon, well known to Alfred the Great, Knut the Great and King Harold 2nd.

Sad and angry …

I have just watched, via iPlayer the programme on muggings that BBC 3 showed last night. My heart goes out to the victims who so eloquently and bravely spoke about their ordeals. My anger though, is directed at this countries judicial system. Where is the politician with balls enough to insist that the scum walking our streets are punished on a scale equal to the harm and pain caused to their victims?

It won’t happen ‘cos we’ve been corrupted by tree-hugging human rights activists who advocate forgiveness and re-education. GOD I AM SO F******* ANGRY!!!!!!!!

So sad

Just weeks after Fabrice Muamba’s collapse a not so fortunate repeat in Italy

http://www.google.com/hostednews/afp/article/ALeqM5g–pbOYB7XGhjNkaExuvib0LpCpQ?docId=CNG.d982edb13e2f7df4d10fe65e0f0b0cb9.371

Bully for me …

Bullies are insignificant individuals. Bereft of self worth, esteem and a basic understanding of social functionality and harmony. They occupy a dark myopic world filled with misguided intent and a macabre sense of their own importance.

They are warped creatures, gnarled, misshapen, guided only by their own perceptions of power and dark humour. They derive their own visions of fun and entertainment from the discomfort and pain of others. They slither, slide and ooze amongst us stopping only to laugh, gaggle or cause pain. Spawned from the base, darker recesses, of a primitive mind they are, in essence, pure evil, an evil born out of jealousy, desperation and a life without love.

The bully understands only one language, one word, one significance. Violence should always be the last resort, the last act of a mindset forged by human kindness, love and justice.

The voice of reason and comfort, married to the hand of friendship should of course always be extended. But when that hand, so caringly offered, has been bitten by the sharp poisonous barbs of the malcontent, then that same hand should be reformed, clenched and thrown in retribution for the harm done and the ills conceived.

A great man once suggested ‘turning the over cheek’, who am I to disagree with such a divine declaration of peace and harmony – but sometimes, turning is not enough, sometimes the cheek that needs turning isn’t the one that you own.

It’s a showdown, and nobody comes to save you now – TS