Nigel Farage’s final speech to European Parliament

It was cut short after because he waved a flag.

17 Comments on Nigel Farage’s final speech to European Parliament

  1. It’s very close to being like us when Obama finally left office.
    A great sense of relief but facing a gargantuan mess to clean up.

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  2. …he COULD have used THIS speech, too…

    “This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle,
    This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
    This other Eden, demi-paradise,
    This fortress built by Nature for her self
    Against infection and the hand of war,
    This happy breed of men, this little world,
    This precious stone set in a 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,
    Feared by their breed and famous for their birth,
    Renownèd 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, blessèd Mary’s son.
    This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land,
    Dear for her reputation through the world,
    Is now leased out – I die pronouncing it –
    Like to a tenement or pelting farm.
    England, bound in with the triumphant sea,
    Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege
    Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame,
    With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds.
    That England that was wont to conquer others
    Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.”
    -Shakespeare, “Richard II”, Act 2, scene 1

    I like THIS line for the current situation…
    “This fortress built by Nature for her self
    Against infection and the hand of war”
    …since it WAS a fortress against Islam right up until liberals voted it IN…

    …This line is good, too…
    “This precious stone set in a 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,”
    …they’d LOVE the “Wall” reference, and the fact that they do, INDEED, need a defensive moat “against the envy of less happy lands”…

    …and this…
    “Renownèd for their deeds as far from home
    For Christian service and true chivalry’
    …Christianity AND patriarchy? Talk about a “Scanners” head-exploding moment for them…

    …and it even describes how England GOT here via the EU snuggling and soft tyranny leading to the loss of national soveigniety making them unable to refuse hordes of invaders bent on transforming their country…
    “This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land,
    Dear for her reputation through the world,
    Is now leased out – I die pronouncing it –
    Like to a tenement or pelting farm.
    England, bound in with the triumphant sea,
    Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege
    Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame,
    With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds.
    That England that was wont to conquer others
    Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.”
    …If THAT doesn’t describe EXACTLY what happened to England because of Brussels, I don’t know what DOES…

    …either Shakespeare was a prophet, or the devil just repeats. I’m going with the latter. The devil cannot create, only distort, so he only has the same bag of tricks he’s used for all eternity, but since every new generation REFUSES to learn from the mistakes of their elders, he doesn’t NEED any more…

    …it’s a start, Nigel, a necessary start, but a start. Now take back England from its invaders like Henry V at Agincourt defended his birthright, starting with that jackleg Muslim “mayor”, and make England GREAT again!

    …here’s another inspirational speech you can use. Be warned, though, it REEKS of toxic masculinity…

    “What’s he that wishes so?
    My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;
    If we are mark’d to die, we are enow
    To do our country loss; and if to live,
    The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
    God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
    By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
    Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
    It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
    Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
    But if it be a sin to covet honour,
    I am the most offending soul alive.
    No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
    God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour
    As one man more methinks would share from me
    For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
    Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
    That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
    Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
    And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
    We would not die in that man’s company
    That fears his fellowship to die with us.
    This day is call’d the feast of Crispian.
    He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
    Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam’d,
    And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
    He that shall live this day, and see old age,
    Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
    And say ‘To-morrow is Saint Crispian.’
    Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
    And say ‘These wounds I had on Crispian’s day.’
    Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
    But he’ll remember, with advantages,
    What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
    Familiar in his mouth as household words-
    Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
    Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
    Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb’red.
    This story shall the good man teach his son;
    And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,
    From this day to the ending of the world,
    But we in it shall be remembered-
    We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
    For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
    Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
    This day shall gentle his condition;
    And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
    Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
    And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
    That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.”
    -Shakespeare, “Henry V”, Act 4, Scene 3

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  3. Yes Sir! It’s about time. Absolutely outstanding speech, Nigel!

    His reprimand from the lady(?) at the podium truly typifies the elitist, unrepresentative domination over all European members still encumbered by their belonging to, and under the yoke of, this globalist organization drowning in other peoples’ money by decree, control and lavish spending.

    WATCH via previous Links cited above.

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  4. Years ago Mikhail Gorbachev marveled that even after the failure of the Soviet Union, the leaders of Western Europe voted their countries in to the same structure of government. Anyone get a load of that snotty Irish bitch telling them to sit down, shut up, and take away their flags? That epitomizes the very essence of the EU Parliament.

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  5. …with the way that all the chicks run Scandinavian countries, Merkel runs Germany, this gal in the EU, and watching Nan-Nan, Potoffraudus LittleFelon, and Death Queen Hillary, I’m forced to ask…

    …is it just me, or do women suck at ruling the world?

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  6. Been reading up on Winston Churchill. He was very active pushing the idea of a United States of Europe to help counter Stalins’
    designs and help get the European economy rolling after WWII. One of the main complaints in his day was the loss of sovereignty inherent in the plan. Looks like the opponents had a strong point.

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