More soldiers refused service in leftist anti-war Britain: So embarrassing.

Remember the Metro Hotel in Woking, another garrison town? What’s the betting that some officious guardianista at  J D Wetherspoon watched quietly and thought they’d do the same….

David Davis

Now then….Yes, I _know_ libertarians disapprove of a big State, especially one that does war stuff, but we’re stuck with this one, Britain, as the rather unpromising environment in which we have to try and peacefully build up political suppport for miminal-Statist/liberal policies. All in all, things could be worse; we could be trying to be libertarians in North Korea or Cuba – but not a lot worse.

I’m now giong to get castigated by certain persons on the blog’s commentariat, for saying what I’m going to say……

It’s so discouraging when you find that the people, the material you have to work with and on, are so cretinously stalinist themselves.

And now this. Honestly: how to shoot yourself and your army’s morale in the foot, in front of your enemies the world over, part 17A.

More soldiers, just back from deployment, refused entry to some bar or other, in their depot town, Portsmouth too. Look at the pic: the guys just gotta be over 21.

So, so under 21, yes.

So, so under 21, yes.

It’s so embarrassing, I just so want to die these days, of sheer shame that I share the breathable air with people who casuistically refuse perfectly valid ID, and not be here among this panorama of moral decay.

People who read this, and this and this, and seemingly under these rules, might be interested to take the matter further.

Why do they need ID to get into  _any_  Blighty boozer, at all, anyway, for f***’s sake? Come on J D Wetherspoon, stop reading the Guardian and get out more – perhaps to Afghanistan.

Chaps, if you come up north, we’ll buy you and your squad a pint any time.

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.

Metro Hotel Woking soldier – Rudyard Kipling Comments (he is a blogwriter here sometimes, although dead.)

WENT into a public ‘ouse to get a pint o’beer,
The publican ‘e up an’ sez, “We serve no red-coats here.”
The girls be’ind the bar they laughed an’ giggled fit to die,
I outs into the street again an’ to myself sez I:

O it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, go away”;
But it’s “Thank you, Mister Atkins,” when the band begins to play,
The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play,
O it’s “Thank you, Mr. Atkins,” when the band begins to play.

I went into a theatre as sober as could be,
They gave a drunk civilian room, but ‘adn’t none for me;
They sent me to the gallery or round the music ‘alls,
But when it comes to fightin’, Lord! they’ll shove me in the stalls!

For it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, wait outside”;
But it’s “Special train for Atkins” when the trooper’s on the tide,
The troopship’s on the tide, my boys, the troopship’s on the tide,
O it’s “Special train for Atkins” when the trooper’s on the tide.

Yes, makin’ mock o’ uniforms that guard you while you sleep
Is cheaper than them uniforms, an’ they’re starvation cheap;
An’ hustlin’ drunken soldiers when they’re goin’ large a bit
Is five times better business than paradin’ in full kit.

Then it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy how’s yer soul?”
But it’s “Thin red line of ‘eroes” when the drums begin to roll,
The drums begin to roll, my boys, the drums begin to roll,
O it’s “Thin red line of ‘eroes” when the drums begin to roll.

We aren’t no thin red ‘eroes, nor we aren’t no blackguards too,
But single men in barricks, most remarkable like you;
An’ if sometimes our conduck isn’t all your fancy paints:
Why, single men in barricks don’t grow into plaster saints;

While it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an “Tommy, fall be’ind,”
But it’s “Please to walk in front, sir,” when there’s trouble in the wind,
There’s trouble in the wind, my boys, there’s trouble in the wind,
O it’s “Please to walk in front, sir,” when there’s trouble in the wind.

You talk o’ better food for us, an’schools, an’ fires an’ all:
We’ll wait for extry rations if you treat us rational.
Don’t mess about the cook-room slops, but prove it to our face
The Widow’s Uniform is not the soldier-man’s disgrace.

For it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Chuck him out, the brute!”
But it’s “Saviour of ‘is country,” when the guns begin to shoot;
Yes it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ anything you please;
But Tommy ain’t a bloomin’ fool–you bet that Tommy sees!

Rudyard Kipling (learn about him.)

Metro Hotel Woking soldier … Notice to all human beings: don’t stay at the Metro Hotel, Woking, Surrey, England.

It seems the blogosphere is picking this hoo-hah up. Here’s democracyforum…..and here’s….and here’s accommodationtips by Angry_Soldier…..and….here’s Tom Jackson online….and it seems that the poor bastards who own the hotel have really shot themselves in the foot. I would not be surprised in it’s in the Daily Mail and the Sun by now. An unwise thing to do, if I was running that business, since there are still, even in 2008, enough people who know how to type and who would be incensed by this.

And here’s the Wondering Brit. And even the BBC, the bought-and-paid-for Stalinist trumpeters of anti-liberal leftism. Oh, shit.

Oh dear dear dera, and here’s another one.

Things look bad for the poor place. So….here’s the post!

And, no, I am NOT pleased in a sort of schadenfreude-ish sort of way either – it reflects badly on our country and our people.

David Davis (not that one)

It seems that, with a titanic battle going on for the fate of Western Civilisation, it is “company policy” for this outfit not to accept  “military personnel” as paying guests. Here is a story in the Torygraph which angered me just now.

While a hotel or a chain is of course someone’s property, like most things, and therefore while the owner(s) ought to be able to decide who they will and will not accept money from, it does seem rather, well, leftist and therefore institutionally-ungrateful to do this, to a poor young man, just back from putting his own life on the line philosphically-speaking, for the very people who are refusing him.

And late at night on a Sunday too. How low can you get? the poor bugger spent the night in his car. Probably more comfortable anyway than some leftist-leaning rooming-house in Woking.

We at the Libertarian Alliance do disagree with each other about the strategic or moral rightness, or not, of the various wars into which this stalinist set of gangsters in Westminster government has plunged us. Sean Gabb takes the view in general that, if no vital UK interest is at stake, then we ought not to be involved. I can see his point much of the time. I take the view that Anglosphere nations cannot, and must not, in an imperfect and still largely unlibertarian world, avoid going to war for the vital interests of other people.

It is our duty as civilised individuals, either to get coalitions together to abolish things like slavery (AND inside other “states” or “jurisdictions”, not just on the High Seas, which we ought of course to police properly as this is merely a minimal symptom of rationality), or pre-capitalist-barbarism-suppported-by-tyranny-and aggression, against clearly unwilling and wretched populations.

While there is a supply of young chaps like this soldier, who do what they do, then the least we ought to expect from businesses is some clear statement of their beliefs – if they have some reason either to “conscientiously object” to having soldiers on their premises, or if they think that such riff-raff will lower the tone of the establishment, or trash the place. I’m not so far aware that this latter is a problem, so are hotels facing it yet?

We just needed to know either way, and there would have been no problem. The poor squaddie would have gone somewhere else without complaint. Then, the stalinist set of gangsters in Westminster government can come out, if it dares to, with some regulation or other “preventing discrimination against members of the armed forces, in today’s vibrant multicultural society in Britain”.

But it won’t, will it.

All it would have taken was a notice outside – “No military personnel – in or out of uniform”. Job done!

(Why can I NEVER type the word “soldiers” right the first time, without internally spoonerising the letters?)

Afterthought: I wonder if they’d have turned away Gen. Sir “Mike” Jackson, or the Chief of Imperial Defence Staff – or whatever that office is now called?