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A risible turn out for the bullyboys of the BNP [not linking] at Westminster on Saturday afternoon. Whilst other towns flushed out from the u-bend the BNP-lite EDL idiots [ditto], London was billed at the centrepiece for the BNP to flare their nostrils at anything that they don’t understand.

Turns out that the BNP threat is about as dangerous as a cold cup of tea. But that’s no reason not to hold the little runts [RUNTS] to account, and challenge them whenever they take up the right to poison their racist propaganda on our streets.

College Green was converted on Saturday afternoon to an outside broadcast of The Archers, as scripted by the most pious and pitiful collection of little people that Little England can muster up. The perceived threat came mainly from old men with crap haircuts. Thankfully they are a dying breed, taking their twaddle to the grave with them.

Tramp the dirt down, etc.

A village fete style PA (ha!) played out a distorted soundtrack of all the songs that are shit when associated with crappy far Right connotations. Jerusalem has long since been reclaimed as a Socialist anthem from the rugger buggers on the playing fields of the public schools. Either that or a bit of a racket to be tolerated ahead of Test match cricket.

Against the backdrop of bad haircuts and distorted pig faces, Jerusalem on the village PA reminded you why all the best protest songs come from Left.

Speaking of which, eyes left (aha!) and the BNP opposition was ten fold to the racist raggle taggle. Double this figure further still and you get an idea as to the strength of the police presence.

Never the twain, etc, but the police protection was more for the BNP thugs than those challenging their fascist views. A lone racist ranted and raved from within the safety of the pen that was protecting the racists. Spit dribbled from his face as the speed of his deluded verbose accelerated. He got a little lost in the argument talking about “starving white folk.” No need to worry fella; not with a 40″ waist.

The real fun however was coming from the other side of Parliament Square. If it’s FUN that you’re looking for in your political struggle then you should go with the Left every time. Heavy dub and an absence of bitterness in the faces of those dancing along.

The racists peered over at what they were missing, only to return to the inner sanctum of their pen, huddled around in small groups with no sense of purpose.

The police however knew exactly what they wanted to achieve - kettle the anti- BNP crowd at the earliest opportunity. Which was a shame, as the lone racist dribbler was now giving the Nazi salute to the Palace of Westminster, an action that was worthy of retribution.

A couple of commissioned double decker buses turned up to escort the dinosaurs back to their deluded corner of Little England. If they want to broadcast their hatred on the street, then they should have the bottle to walk it like they talk and make their own way home to whatever shithole they came from.

Was that the best that the BNP could manage? In central London? The dear old Countryside Alliance [not linking...] was more scary to be honest.

With the police getting a little over excited, I made my exit and backtracked over Waterloo Bridge. The tide was out and a community beach festival was taking place in front of the old river. Jerusalem wasn’t playing out of a crappy village PA system.

By pure chance later in the day and I passed through Bunhill Fields, the final resting place for Blake. It remains a peaceful location within the heart of the City. Vile and hatred is kept away - a fitting place for the great visionary Anarchist.

No ceasing from the mental fight; no ceasing from ANY fascist fight.

All You Fascists Bound to Lose.