A Britain for Britons

Having listened to the politicians conferences (and again shaken my head at their obvious lies) and heard all of the "a better Britain" spiel, I just want to ask: a better Britain for whom exactly? We, Britons need a Britain for Britons. Never mind about Cameron giving tax breaks to his wealthy cronies and opening the gates to all and sundry. We need a Britain for US, the hardworking folk who make this country GREAT. A country where we are not spied on 24/7 with CCTV, a place we can fly our flags with pride, somewhere we are not interfered at every turn by an aggressive bureaucracy and told what we can and cannot do (within the law). What we need is a Britain of old, a Britain of the ages.
Too long we have put the needs of others before our own, too long been told to respect others while having to hide our own beliefs and pride for fear of offending those others. Walking on eggshells in the country of our birth! This my friends is an abominable truth, and change must come before our beloved Great Britain disappears in a vomit fog of alien hues and an entire culture lies dead, defeated. Oh such unbearable crime that would be! Eternal cries within the bones of a fallen kingdom. Such a fate must be averted! We must have a Britain for Britons!
Now the doubters and yoghurt knitters will say this is bigoted and even racist, but I ask; how is it racist to want a country putting its peoples first? This is all I want. I am not suggesting the UK pull up the draw bridge and keeping foreigners out. Really, I am not. I am more than aware of the contributions from others who come here to work and make a better life for themselves. The Filipino nurses, Ghurkha soldiers who fought bravely, the doctors from India, the many others who arrive because they believe in Great Britain. I have no issue with these people in the slightest, rejoice! Let us celebrate this glorious country together.
It is the spongers and thieves who come to take, take, take that boil my blood. People who, even though when discovered and proved to be 'on the game', are hardly ever punished sufficiently, and worse never sent back to whence they came! Mind boggling. Frustrating. Of course we also have the enemy within to deal with, those groups of do-gooders who are never happier when interfering with everything, seemingly oblivious to the fact that they make most peoples lives a bloody misery. We all know who they are, the types who order schools to pull down Christmas trees in case it offended those of different faiths, or fretting that nursery rhymes contain politically incorrect words. (These types can do more harm than any lawbreaker). This madness must end, or we shall pay a dear price. A much much too dear a price.

From Cymru to Facebook and Dallas

Cymru Am Byth

Quick foreword: this is going to be one of those scatty blog posts which hop from one subject to another like im juggling hot spuds. The mouth and tail and a meeting someplace inbetween.


Facebook. Most of the time its full of self indulgent status 'headlines' and " 'Like' This If You Love Granny " type garbage. Basically it is what you should expect from a website where the majority have nothing to say. Ever. Thankfully not everyone is a self absorbed twit and this is where the site becomes an extremely useful tool. Social media is frighteningly efficient at getting messages across to the masses and because its done in a fun way (as opposed to seemingly lecture, people hate that), the message sinks in.
Of course it doesn't have to be earth shattering news worthy of Moses. It can be a simple statement spread amongst friends, bringing them closer together. You might be already be aware of it but it doesn't harm to pass it along via Facebook/Twitter. Take the 'card' above that I spotted on a friends page for instance. How glad it made me feel! Sure all my friends already knew Welsh was my first language and that as an old Strade schoolboy (Welsh language comprehensive school in west Wales), Welsh is my mother tongue but having things like this pop up at random always feels good. "Dwi'n Siarad Cymraeg ac yn falch o hynny" Translation: I speak Welsh and am glad of that. And yes by all that is Cawl and Ray Gravelle, I am glad I speak it and God help us if this ancient, beautiful language ever dies.
Dai Jakes is actually teaching a few American friends some Cymraeg (Welsh) via Facebook. Oh aye, its a little wish of mine to be able to claim I took some diolch's and da iawn's to the streets of Texas and California. Mr Jakes the pioneer taking the gospels of Burry Port and Carmarthen to the busy sidewalks of Houston and Dallas bars! And I was all set to get my pinny out too but Ann Romney has already spread the Welshcake love so America has been spared the Dai's Youtube Welshcake Extravaganza (be grateful for that at least.)
Duw all this from Facebook? Where will end mun?

Happy St David's Day

Dydd Gwyl Dewi Sant hapus I pawb! Happy St David's Day to everyone!
Yes its that day again where I thank the Lord I was born Welsh! I do give daily thanks for this to be honest but today is such a special day. Forget about sex, drugs and rock and roll, today is all about cawl, leeks and cwrw!
As I tap this blog out im sitting in my Welsh rugby jersey and red dragon beanie cap, looking out at the lush green countryside that Cymru is famous for and I feel my heart and soul swelling like cockles in the frying pan.
Puts me in mind of the poem Armes Prydain which was written sometime in the early to mid-tenth century AD. In it the unknown poet says that the Cymry (the Welsh people) will unite and join an alliance of fellow-Celts to crush and repel those foul Anglo-Saxons, under the banner of St David. A lluman glân Dewi a ddyrchafant! (And they will raise the pure banner of Dewi!)
Duw I can feel the stirring in my blood!


Never prouder to be Welsh

All of these make me glad to be alive ~ Owain Glyndwr, Grav, Tom Jones, winning the Grandslam, Barry John, Dafydd Iwan, Felinfoel ale, Grandslam film, Eisteddfods, lovespoons, Ryan a Ronnie, Brecon Beacons, Tenby, Penclawdd cockles, Steven Francis poetry, Swansea market, T Llew Jones, Pembrokeshire, S4C, Laverbread, Max Boyce, Stradey Park, Richard Burton, Haverfordwest, Solva, Pembroke castle, Carew market, Welsh cakes, Calon Lan, and rugby.

I will not hide.
My Welsh race
I will not disgrace.
My Welsh blood
flows hot and true,
my Welsh people
I will stand by you.
Through thick and thin
until the day we die,
our Welsh flag
will fly up high!

I hope everyone is filled to the gills with cawl and cwrw (beer) and is now cwtching up to watch Max Boyce ~ Live In Treorchy....Again on the telly.
Dydd Gwyl Dewi Sant pawb!