There was once a time when English blood commanded respect. When the people of this nation could proudly proclaim their Anglo-Saxon heritage as others saluted in awe. Today, however, this is long forgotten. Today England is home to the poorly educated, the narrow-minded, the purveyors of anti-culture and the subservient dregs of defeat – the underclass of Europe. In the 21st century, past glories long forgotten, the rest of the world sees England primarily as a source of humour. We are, it suffices to say, the butt of the world’s jokes – certainly of Europe’s. Oh the irony, when the red-faced, overweight yobs paint themselves red and white with the Cross of St. George and loudly proclaim themselves an Englishman, as if this sentiment incurs anything other than scornful contempt. This fact was brought home by a recent exchange with a language teacher, who gleefully recounted a favourite joke of his students: those who speak three or more languages, we call multilingual; those who speak two languages; bilingual; those who speak one language, we call them English. This is a brilliant polemic that encapsulates the small-minded, under-educated disaster that claims to be the English people. It demonstrates our unwillingness to learn, our misplaced aversion to anything “foreign” and the arrogant assumptions of a misplaced sense of superiority. We’ve become a nation of delinquents, the sort that derives meaning from having its own name tattooed on its forehead whilst the rest of Europe (and the world) looks on with amusement.
How did this happen? How did a supposedly noble race of Anglo-Saxon brilliance denigrate into a society of uncultured simpletons? To fall from grace presupposes that there was once grace to fall from, and this is most certainly true of the English. From the 5th century onward, the Angles, Saxons, Frisians and Jutes arrived at the shores of Britannia, laying waste to all before them, driving the Celts to the extremities of this land and taking it for their own. They brought with them the customs, culture, language and even the religion of Germanic Europe, establishing seven kingdoms collectively known as the Anglo-Saxon Heptarchy. Nothing remained of the post-Roman Celtic Britain, at least not in England. This nation of warrior blood and folkish custom was complimented by the Danes, who began their sorties into Anglo-Saxon England in the late 7th century. Of similar culture, the Danes eventually assimilated their Danelaw into the seven kingdoms and England officially unified under King Æthelstan in the late 10th century. This nation, hardened through battle and unified under the folkish customs of blood and soil, stood proudly in North-West Europe as a true product of continental brilliance.
This golden period in English history was, as we know, short-lived. William the Conqueror came to England from Northern France, followed by a greedy gang of slave traders and profiteers, taking advantage of an English kingdom ravished by war. His successful conquest brought feudalism and subservience, whilst his noble butchers decapitated the Anglo-Saxon aristocracy that had led the nation. The English peasantry or, the Fulc (folk, tribe), was repressed by the iron fist wielded by the Norman invaders, ushering in a dark age of English history. This changed during the Early-Middle Ages, when Edward I returned the nation to Anglo-Saxondom. Money-lending practises were repressed, whilst the Fulc were freed from feudal slavery. Here, an economic golden age began; the working year consisted of fourteen weeks, whilst the Church to its credit ensured over a hundred public holidays annually. The plague brought an end to this prosperity, as did the Stuarts who returned the English nation to the ostentatious idiosyncrasies of Norman rule and, along with them, the distinction between “govern” and “rule”. The golden period from Edward I to the Black Death represented nothing more than a momentary reprieve for the English, as the Age of Empire was soon upon them. The Empire was of particular detriment to the English people, for whom it was held at a net loss. The conquest of far off land was the preserve of an arrogant aristocracy, who demanded these geographical jewels in their crowns forsaking all else – including their own people.
Irrespective of these unfortunate events, the nucleus of the English Fulc had remained constant. The official language of the Francophone Normans, along with their bombastic displays of royalty, may have influenced the culture of the upper classes, but the Germanic customs of kinship and industriousness remained at the heart of the masses. Indeed, this remained so throughout the period of Empire, and despite our hardships the English nation retained its core stock. Right up until the 20th century, despite the many wrongs of the regnant establishment, the English nation endured. Yet the period of European Civil War (WWI, WWII) – itself a result of the arrogant warmongering of the English aristocracy – ushered in a new world order, and a new kind of elite. It was this, the post-war period, that was to provide the fatal blow to the English nation.
Two world wars cost England over a million of its best blood, the most able-bodied men of good character who, through no fault of their own, were sacrificed at the alter of poor foreign policy. Some may claim this was deliberate, but whether by defect or design the end result remains the same. That said, the true genetic disasters were wrought in the post-war period. From 1945, England finally caught up with the rest of Europe in terms of welfare provisions – Germany had a welfare state from unification in 1871 – which was absolutely necessary. But from this, a damaging culture emerged. The leftist political establishment soon realised that prosperity turned their core vote away from them, thus the infamous British culture of penalising progress was born. Rather than adapt to new situations, the leftist establishment sought to keep the people poor and, thus, dependent on their stagnant political programme. It’s commonly understood in England today that the aspirational, those who contribute to the success of the nation, are financially persecuted, whilst the idle are gifted every opportunity to remain idle. This has an extremely detrimental impact on the genepool, as England has proven. Each new generation contains more dependents, more scroungers than the last, whilst those of an inherently industrious constitution number less and less. This quirk of outdated leftist doctrine has produced perhaps the most dysgenic native population in Western Europe.
Coupled with this genetic disaster is the sharp decline in educational standards. Schools and universities in England today churn out students who, by yesterday’s standards, are effectively know-nothings. Understanding the present in the context of history is beyond most teachers, let alone their pupils, whilst philosophy of any note is a scoffed-at concept. Studying “classics” is the preserve of “private school toffs”, whilst foreign languages are taught clumsily and loosely enough for a pupil to barely scrape through their GCSE exams – exams which have themselves greatly diminished in quality in recent years. Even physical education is sorely lacking. The extent of one’s physical education is a “kick-about” in the field twice a week, and competition in the sporting context is a notion met with the greatest of hostility. This “education” is producing generation after generation of Englishmen with a poor understanding of the world, a lack of cultural appreciation and an even greater misunderstanding of physical activity. This last point cannot be emphasised enough; England’s lack of physical awareness is astounding, but strongly evidenced by the accolade of being Europe’s most obese nation. All told, at least 50% of England’s population is overweight, whilst 26% are clinically obese (BMI greater than 30).
England has a culture problem, too. Perhaps our dysgenic population has a predilection for the ugly and the futile, which is clearly visible on the terraces of our many football stadiums. For a large proportion of the male population, the success (or otherwise) of a particular football team is the pinnacle of meaning – the image of an apoplectic fan punching himself front and facial because his team conceded will never be forgotten… For the female population, cultural degeneration is arguably more pronounced. English women have been thoroughly engulfed by “selfie-culture”, their lives given meaning or futility depending on the number of “likes” their latest Instagram pout received, whilst the highlight of the calendar is some scantily-clad, drunken escapade on a Spanish island. By age 40, English women have had more abortions and divorces than healthy children, whilst the children unfortunate enough to be born at the present time receive sub-standard parental attention thanks to this “career-mother” culture inflicted upon them by the toxic combination of third-wave feminism and neoliberal capitalism. The extent of English culture in the modern era stretches no further than the base of a bottle of cheap vodka, or the “like” button on social media. The once-strong vestiges of culture, the great museums, art galleries, music halls and so on, tend to be filled primarily by foreign visitors. But the average patriot still proclaims that he’s proud of English culture and values, despite these being generic technological pursuits and standard Western universalism.
This raises some rather amusing question marks over common stereotypes that foreigners have about the English. It’s often said there’s no smoke without fire, and this is most certainly the case. In particular, the perception of drunken yobs descending on Spanish or Greek islands every summer is completely true. “Lads on tour” has become something of a right of passage for England’s youth, who feel most at home humiliating themselves down some Zakynthos back-alley. Then there’s this not insignificant issue of dental hygiene; English people have an unnatural fear of visiting the dentist. Perhaps this is down to historically poor and painful dentistry practises, which is certainly demonstrable amongst the older generation who generally have little appreciation for dental hygiene. Are the English xenophobic? Certainly! And this is more than the basic leftist reproach that we “dislike foreigners”. It’s more that the English generally have an innate aversion to anything foreign, without an objective analysis of the thing in question. They could be offered a cure for cancer yet would only reject it on the grounds that it was devised by a Frenchman. Perhaps this is the natural state of an island nation, but one suspects it’s merely another symptom of poor education and narrow-mindedness.
Despite these harsh reproaches, there remains some quality. England can still boast of a minority of Nordic blood, yet this does most certainly constitute a minority. There also remains an intelligent working-middle-class, but again this demographic is in sharp decline. The remainder of England’s positive attributes are comprised of the landscape and architecture, domains that man has not yet entirely corrupted. The sleepy villages of the Shires, the outstanding natural beauty of the lakes and the classical architecture of Birmingham and London offer some psychological sanctuary in a nation of despair and ugliness. However, one wonders how long such things will survive, given the anti-aesthetics tendencies of this and coming generations – perhaps it will make way for Mosques and supermarkets in the coming decades?
It must be made clear that this is much more than a self-deprecating polemic. There is a tragic and fatal disease consuming the English nation, the first such case in Western Europe. This will spread to pandemic levels. Whilst England’s dysgenic situation lends itself to cultural woes, continental Europe will descend into equally destructive chaos. This, arguably, has already occurred in parts of Germany, where entire populations were destroyed and replaced with, in the words of General Patton, “Mongolian savages”, in the latter stages of World War II. Southern Europe has also fallen victim to such trauma, if not on the same scale. Yet nobody can dispute England’s status as the pre-eminent case of total and fatal national decline. The England of today is not fit to venerate the glories of old, or to assume its place at the forefront of global affairs; for its inhabitants have undeniably descended from Anglo-Saxon warriors to uncultured simpletons.