7th July - One Year On

On the 7th July 2005, myself and my Mum joined the BNP. When you look at the date, it is not too difficult to discover what motivated us to join.

We had just heard that four terrorist (yes, I will use that word because I don't give a damn about offending those who think they were poor, deprived individuals who had a grievance with the British people) bombs had exploded in London, one day after the capital celebrated winning the 2012 Olympics.

We thought it was time something was done about the obsessive political correctness in this country, where British people have their views stifled for fear of offending those who live in this country but who want nothing more than to destroy its people.

We think that more should be done to help the victims of such atrocities instead of constantly bending over backwards to accommodate those who condone such attacks.

The do-gooders and left-wing apologisers always choose to blame someone else, usually the native Briton, for the attitudes and actions of terrorists. It is always "our fault" they are "poor and deprived", "our fault" that they do not have the manners to even learn our language, "our fault" that they perform badly at school.

Well, sorry to disappoint you do-gooders, but it is not "our fault" that those well off (no, sorry to burst your bubble but they weren't poor and deprived) low lifes chose to murder 52 innocent people. It is no one's fault but their own. They chose to do it. It is time this country stopped thinking of them as victims and treated them as the scum that they were. Yes, scum - there is no other word for someone who plans, and commits, the mass murder of innocent people.

On this date, our thought are with the families of the true victims of 7/7/05, not the families of those who committed this vile act.

And how Ken Livingstone has the nerve to lay a wreath in London today, I do not know.