“Tradition means giving votes to the most obscure of all classes, our ancestors. It is the democracy of the dead. Tradition refuses to submit to that arrogant oligarchy who merely happen to be walking around.”

Cambria Will Not Yield

“Light vanity, insatiate cormorant,
Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.”

Richard II

From first to last, the Olympic Games in Britain were, as the British intended, an attack on Shakespeare’s Britain:

This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall
Or as a moat defensive to a house
Against the envy of less happier lands,
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England,
This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings,
Fear’d by their breed and famous by their birth,
Renowned for their deeds as far from home,
For Christian service and true chivalry,
As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry,
Of the world’s ransom, Blessed Mary’s Son,
This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land…

Of course the Brits’ televised attack on white Britain was no different from…

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