David Davis
For new viewers (we seem to get a lot just now) this blog is NOT ABOUT RAILWAY TRAINS, honest, er, guv! Nah, it’s about Liberty and the ascent of Man from the precipitous and slippery shite-hole of socialism and stalinist tyranny and collectivism. It’s just that these engines are beautiful and clever, and help to symbolise Man’s individual triumph over the lefty saddo, which wants to bring him Down…..to die in the rain, alone.
What they do, furthermore, relies absolutely on the individual skills of their Driver and their Fire Man, who have to perform at a high level under stress, responding to outside signals while also being mindful of the state of their engine and its fire (and fuel and water supply) and the track-gradient at any time. Men who can drive or fire these machines are cleverer than we think.
That’s why we need to get government ( = socialists) out of “education” – so we can have proper schools again FOR EVERYBODY, in which children can be taught science and maths (properly so they can piss all over even the difficult stuff, like these engine-drivers did) and so that they can tell when they are being had by stalinists posing about on the WireLess Tele Vision.
For those less fortunate, who live abroad and thus don’t know, this engine holds the world speed record for steam traction, set on 3rd July 1938, at (about) 126 mph (not in this film):-
A Mallard is, naturally, a kind of duck. Not what I’d have called an engine after, but in those days people cared about all sorts of things the significance of which is now lost or forgotten. You could shoot them, anybody could, coz you could have a gun then, and they were nice to eat.
You could put them in a pot and cook them, having drawn them and taken off the feathers of course. Wish we could do that with socialists, although I am utterly sure that they would taste nasty, and we would not even put the residue on the garden – for safety reasons.
The point about how to restore the idea of liberalism into a people is to get their traditions back for them, from the fascist bastards which have stolen them (the traditions) from the people (who owned them.)
