The people who ride these iron horses come from a proud
tradition of self-reliance and shared identity which they regularly display in
mass ride-outs throughout the summer. I saw many of these good-natured events
during my time in the USA and mingled with a few and despite the ubiquitous skull
insignia and the death and guts and glory imagery, a massed rally of American
bikers feels more like a family gathering than anything else. If American
bikers demand anything, they demand most of all to be left in peace to enjoy
the freedom their nation was founded on.
Contrast that to the background noise of British society;
the nasal whine of the eternally dissatisfied, most prominently identified by strident
demands to ban things, restrict freedoms and label normal human feelings as
wrong, wrong, wrong. The mosquito drone of the progressive – for which read, oppressive
– is ever-present in Britain today and the regalia of its source, a drab,
passive-aggressive coterie of inadequates, is an indistinct ensemble of sackcloth
and ashes. The last thing these shambling shaman-worshippers want is freedom.
Yesterday, on the twelfth anniversary of the Twin Towers
attack, the news media tried hard to ignore the two unofficial gatherings to
mark the day but social media – as it does more and more these days – took the
strain. In a jaw-dropping display of arrogance and an open declaration of
aggression and invasion there had been a call by the American Muslim Political
Action Committee for a “Million Muslim March” on Washington DC.
This is akin to loudly and violently protesting at the
cenotaph on Armistice Day, or building prominent mosques in Christian lands as
a deliberate act of provocation and then using the tolerance of the invaded
against them. In accordance with the islamic tradition of taqiyya, of lying to
the infidel, their event was renamed the “Million American March Against Fear” but
the gauntlet had already been thrown down and picked up by the very people they
have good reason to fear; ordinary Americans.
The counter to this outrageous insult was a call for a
ride of “Two Million Bikers to D.C.” In the event the pitiful turn out for the islamist
apologists was drowned out by the roar of the pipes on the hundreds of
thousands of Hogs that descended on Washington DC to have their resistance
recorded. The score? Free America 1, islamist invaders 0 and the allah-wallahs put
back in their box.
The British equivalent, the
Maybe a Moped ride to Marylebone
Hooray, we cry, but were the same thing to be attempted
in Britain, the police would arrest all the riders and impound and crush their bikes, while escorting the shrieking, strident, million burka march to beat down the doors of
Westminster. If I ever make it out of England alive, I’m gonna get me a Harley.
