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Decisive moments in British history: The Coronation riots, 1714

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The coronation riots of October 1714 were a series of riots in southern and western England in protest against the coronation of the first Hanoverian king of Britain, George I.

On 20 October George was crowned at Westminster Abbey but when loyalists celebrated the coronation they were disrupted by rioters in over twenty towns in the south and west of England.[1] The rioters were supporters of High Church and Sacheverellite notions.[1] The Tory aristocrats and gentry absented themselves from the coronation and in some towns they arrived with their supporters to disrupt the Hanoverian proceedings.[2]

The celebrations of the coronation—balls, bonfires and drinking in taverns—were attacked by rioters who sacked their properties and assaulted the celebrants.

The general election of 1715, which was also accompanied by riots, produced a Whig majority in the House of Commons. In response to these riots, the new Whig majority passed the Riot Act to put down disturbances like these.

Eleven days after the riots, Henry Sacheverell published an open letter:

The Dissenters & their Friends have foolishly Endeavour’d to raise a Disturbance throughout the whole Kingdom by Trying in most Great Towns, on the Coronation Day to Burn Me in Effigie, to Inodiate my Person & Cause with the Populace: But if this Silly Stratagem has produc’d a quite Contrary Effect, & turn’s upon the First Authors, & aggressors, and the People have Express’d their Resentment in any Culpable way, I hope it is not to be laid to my Charge, whose Name…they make Use of as the Shibboleth of the Party.[9]

taken from  –

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coronation_riots

The historic evidence for a United Kingdom

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Old England and the Brave New World

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New England Banksy

New England public house, Brentford. Pissing Policeman by the elusive Banksy

The area around Brentford Docks used to be known as ‘Old England’. It has seen 3 battles involving colourful historical characters such as Julius Caesar and King Canute.

In more recent times, Banksy has been fond of using the west London town as a canvas for his artistic statements. J.M.W. Turner once lived in Brentford behind the High Street.

Its not a race by Banksy, Brentford

‘Its not a race’ by the elusive Banksy, Brentford

Lucozade sign, Brentford

Lucozade sign, Brentford

Recently, the iconic Lucozade sign has returned, not to the exact same spot as the original building has been knocked down but it looks very similar to what it did before. It was once suggested that the lights would be stored in Gunnersbury Park museum, the former country pile of N.M. Rothschild, and a modernized version would be installed instead. On this occasion however, the Kingston Zodiac, a vast holographic star-temple embedded into the landscape of west London and the outskirts of Surrey, decided to keep the legacy-code intact and just drag and drop it to a nearby memory address space of The Matrix.

Does the mythical return of this local landmark and much-loved treasure transcend not only advertising but art itself?

The eternally pouring magic bottle that ‘replaces lost energy’ almost takes on grail-like dimensions considering its proximity to Osterley Park, the sign of Aquarius as well as the grail in the Kingston Zodiac.

But it is the synchro-mystical connection to Orwell’s 1984, set in London, that intrigues us the most especially as his once tutor at Eton, Aldous Huxley set scenes from Brave New World in Brentford too which we’ll come to next.

‘It struck him that the man’s whole life was playing a part, and that he felt it to be dangerous to drop his assumed personality even for a moment. O’Brien took the decanter by the neck and filled up the glasses with a dark-red liquid. It aroused in Winston dim memories of something seen long ago on a wall or a hoarding — a vast bottle composed of electric lights which seemed to move up and down and pour its contents into a glass. Seen from the top the stuff looked almost black, but in the decanter it gleamed like a ruby. It had a sour-sweet smell. He saw Julia pick up her glass and sniff at it with frank curiosity.’

‘Nineteen Eighty-Four’, George Orwell

Sky Television Studios, Sion Hill, Brentford

Sky Television Studios, Syon Hill, Brentford

‘On their way back to London they stopped at the Television Corporation’s factory at Brentford.’

Brave New World’, Aldous Huxley

There is a rumour that the currently vacant Gillette building will be turned into a television studio, presumably by Sky who are based a stone’s throw away. West London and the outskirts have a rich cinematic and televisual history what with studios in Ealing, Twickenham, Isleworth, Brentford, Teddington, Pinewood, Wood Lane, White City, Chiswick and Shepperton.

Neither the “vast bottle composed of electric lights which seemed to move up and down and pour its contents into a glass” or the “Television Corporation’s factory at Brentford” existed when the Dystopian duo of English literature wrote their works.

Both are seen as prophets of the modern times, particularly Orwell. Huxley is suspected by some as laying out the blue-print rather than a warning of the eugenics based social-engineering the elites had planned that as an insider and a Huxley he was privy to. Doubts have also been raised about Orwell’s motives too considering his tutelage at Eton by Huxley.

We don’t tend to go along with these conspiracy theories regarding Orwell and the fact that Eric Blair died in near poverty on a remote Scottish island while he laboured to finish his seminal timeless classic on totalitarianism is an indication of his intention.

He was a patriotic socialist who saw the Loony Left and their mind-controlling speech-codes that inverted reality and stunted free thought a mile away.  His pen-name of George also hints strongly towards England’s patron saint whose origin goes back thousands of years.

In our view Orwell loved England and its people as well as those of other nations. He got shot in the throat fighting in the Spanish Civil War. He was a war correspondent for the BBC chronicling Nazi and Soviet atrocities. He held the British Empire to account. By way of his novel 1984 he gave the world the key to understanding and neutralizing fascism and defeating the New World Order. His antidote is embedded in the culture and language of the English-speaking peoples and has been translated into dozens of other languages. It essentially boils down to knowing your enemy.

Orwell and Huxley were not the only famous writers to be attracted to Brentford. Everyone from Milton to Shakespeare and Dickens to Johnson, have been fascinated by the area basing some of the most famous works in English literature in the town and immediate surrounds.

Agatha Christie once lived in Brentford and in more recent times ’50 Shades of Grey’ author  E.L James lived in Clifden Road.

But as we shall discuss in subsequent posts, Brentford holds a special place in the Canon of English literature that far surpasses the fame of James’ ‘mummy-porn’ genre.

Brentford

Brentford

Golden Mile, Brentford

Golden Mile, Brentford

Brentford monument

Brentford monument

Brentford monument

Brentford monument

Brentford monument

Brentford monument

New England public house

New England public house

Brent Lea, Brentford

Brent Lea, Brentford

Brent Lea Lavatories, Brentford

Brent Lea Lavatories, Brentford

Cricket on Kew Green

Cricket on Kew Green

The Ancient Cattle of Chillingham

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At Chillingham Castle in Northumberland, England, there exists a rare ancient breed of cattle consisting of about 90 animals which inhabit a very large park that has existed since at least the Middle Ages. Behind a dry stone enclosure this herd has remained genetically isolated for hundreds of years, surviving despite their small population. These cattle are not domesticated in any way, further claims suggest that Chillingham Wild Cattle may be direct descendants of the primordial ox “which roamed these islands before the dawn of history“;

‘Chillingham cattle are small, with upright horns in both males and females. Bulls weigh around 300 kg, cows about 280 kg. They are white with coloured ears (they may also have some colour on feet, nose and around the eyes). In the case of Chillingham Cattle, the ear-colour is red – in most White Park animals the ears are black (which is genetically dominant over red in cattle). Chillingham Cattle are of generally primitive conformation while White Parks are of classical British beef conformation.’

– http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chillingham_Cattle

The researcher Alan Wilson claims Chillingham cattle were the original holy cattle of the Druids who once inhabited Britain. The cattle were sacred to the Druids, as can be seen in this text from Mysteries of the Druids (1861) by W. Winwood Reade:

‘When the new year approached, the Druids beset themselves to discover this plant (mistletoe) upon an oak, on which tree it they marched by night with great solemnity towards the spot, inviting all to join their procession with these words: The New Year is at hand: let us gather the mistletoe.

First marched the Ovades in their green sacrificial robes leading two milk-white bullocks. Next came the bards singing the praises of the Mighty Essence, in raiment blue as the heavens to which their hymn ascended. Then a herald clothed in white with two wings drooping down on each side of his head, and a branch of vervain in his hand encircled by two serpents.

He was followed by three Derwydd (Druids) one of whom carried the sacrificial bread–another a vase of water-and the third a white wand. Lastly, the Arch-Druid, distinguished by the tuft or tassel to his cap, by the bands hanging from his throat, by the scepter in his hand and by the golden crescent on his breast, surrounded by the whole body of the Derwydd and humbly followed by the noblest warriors of the land.

An altar of rough stones was erected under the oak, and the Arch-Druid, having sacramentally distributed the bread and wine, would climb the tree, cut the mistletoe with a golden knife, wrap it in a pure white cloth, slay and sacrifice the bullocks, and pray to God to remove his curse from barren women, and to permit their medicines to serve as antidotes for poisons and charms from all misfortunes.’

taken from –

http://www.embryoplus.com/cattle_british_white.html

The Wild Horses of Newbury and the Yellow-coat hordes

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‘The Wild Horses of Newbury’ is a film and poetry recitation by Mark Carroll made on a February dawn in 1997 at the building site of the Newbury Bypass and is a heart rending film documenting the yellow-coats swarming on the ancient English countryside felling a pair of ancient oak trees with manic electric scythes in a matter of minutes and leaving piles of charred remains in their wake.

Seemingly from nowhere, two wild horses appear and try to disrupt proceedings, even confronting a riot police horse.

The film and poetry by Mark Caroll is poignant and catches a glimpse of the mystical nature of the English countryside despite the dark scenes of destruction.  A truly magical moment.

England, what has become of you?

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