Metro hotel woking soldier, but we all have to move on, including him and the hotel.


David Davis

The story of yesterday was that poor Tomos Stringer was denied a room, late at night, on an inconvenient date, when he could have had one, had the Stalinists at the Metro Hotel in Woking let him have one. OK.

WE move on, so does he, for he is in Afghanistan again, so we learn.

Now then, what do we as libertarians fight for?

Anything? Anything at all?

Come on, it must be something, or you would not have got to this page. We are up against the “enemy class” in our own country, and “Jihadists” and other similar sorts of Gramscio-MarxiaNazi nihilists, destroyers and socialists in others, all of whom want to expunge what we think is our civilisation, and what we think is right and good and worthy of defence.

At least the Jihadists of the “Moslem” (YEH I do know what that is) are sort of honest and open, and I salute them for this: the fundamentalist Wahhabi madmen among them say that what we believe in, and do, and glory in, is shit, and crap, and ordure, and that they will “bury us”- ask the Fascist pig Kzhruszhkiev (“leader” of the USSR until sometime in 1964) about this matter of “burying”.) Some of them want to replace us. That’s fair enough – they may or may not succeed, and we shall just have to see. Try us.

So, what do we fight for?

I think we fight for a world in which anything that is not forbidden, is allowed (and not the other way about) – and you have to be careful about defining what’s forbidden! You may come up against Natural Rights…

I think we fight for no limits on the discovery of truth. I expressed it rather poorly, but people like Al Gore do not figure highly on my list of stars at this sad time.

Lastly I think we fight for the destruction, either by us or our agents, or by people whom we help via coalitions of the willing, of those who would return Men (any Men, I don’t care which ones) to a state of pre-capitalist barbarism.

Yesterday’s story of poor Tomos Stringer incensed me. It was not clear to me that such a place as a  “hotel” – although it has as I said its own property rights in who it would accept as guests – ought to take a position based on the views of a “duty receptionist” who may see the world differently from either his/her bosses or the view(s) of the majority of this nation’s people (as seen by the responses!)

But as times darken, as they now will,  we all ought to think about what we individually would fight for. I hope it won’t come to that, but buy books (not food – that’s the least of your worries!) fireproof shelving and CD-ROMS. Copy everything you have ever known and loved, or both, onto these, several times over, and hope.

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2 comments

  • You probably want your Enid Blyton and Biggles books safely stored. More ‘isms’ than you can shake a stick at.

    I was able to buy a golliwog at Portobello Road market – not because I needed one, but because I could. It’s on the mantlepiece of some friends of mine in Sydney.

    However, I was not able to smoke in my local – where there were sixteen patrons, only one of whom did not smoke – thanks to the diktat of our rulers and the acquiescence of the sheep with whom we share this country.

    The golliwogs and Enid Blyton will be next.

  • Biggles is becoming harder and harder to buy. I have not been into a library these 25 years (although I possess about 21,000 volumes) but I bet he’s nowhere to be seen.

    Noddy on the telly is already very P-C.

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