The Angry Exile: You can say what you like only if we like what you say.

The Hangman

Into our town the Hangman came,
Smelling of gold and blood and flame.
And he paced our bricks with a diffident air,
And built his frame in the courthouse square.
The scaffold stood by the courthouse side,
Only as wide as the door was wide;
A frame as tall, or little more,
Than the capping sill of the courthouse door.
And we wondered, whenever we had the time,
Who the criminal, what the crime
That the Hangman judged with the yellow twist
of knotted hemp in his busy fist.
And innocent though we were, with dread,
We passed those eyes of buckshot lead --
Till one cried: "Hangman, who is he
For whom you raised the gallows-tree?"
Then a twinkle grew in the buckshot eye,
And he gave us a riddle instead of reply:
"He who serves me best," said he,
"Shall earn the rope of the gallows-tree."
And he stepped down, and laid his hand
On a man who came from another land.
And we breathed again, for another's grief
At the Hangman's hand was our relief
And the gallows-frame on the courthouse lawn
By tomorrow's sun would be struck and gone.
So we gave him way, and no one spoke,
Out of respect for his Hangman's cloak.
The next day's sun looked mildly down
On roof and street in our quiet town,
And stark and black in the morning air
Was the gallows-tree in the courthouse square.
And the Hangman stood at his usual stand
With the yellow hemp in his busy hand;
With his buckshot eye and his jaw like a pike
And his air so knowing and business-like.
And we cried, "Hangman, have you not done
Yesterday, with the foreign one?"
Then we fell silent, and stood amazed,
"Oh, not for him was the gallows raised."
He laughed a laugh as he looked at us:
"Did you think I'd gone to all this fuss
To hang one man? That's a thing I do
To stretch a rope when the rope is new."
Then one cried "Murder!" and one cried "Shame!"
And into our midst the Hangman came
To that man's place. "Do you hold," said he,
"with him that was meant for the gallows-tree?"
And he laid his hand on that one's arm.
And we shrank back in quick alarm!
And we gave him way, and no one spoke
Out of fear of his Hangman's cloak.
That night we saw with dread surprise
The Hangman's scaffold had grown in size.
Fed by the blood beneath the chute,
The gallows-tree had taken root;
Now as wide, or a little more,
Than the steps that led to the courthouse door,
As tall as the writing, or nearly as tall,
Halfway up on the courthouse wall.
The third he took -- we had all heard tell --
Was a usurer, and an infidel.
"What," said the Hangman "have you to do
With the gallows-bound, and he a Jew?"
And we cried out, "Is this one he
Who has served you well and faithfully?"
The Hangman smiled: "It's a clever scheme
to try the strength of the gallows-beam."
The fourth man's dark, accusing song
Had scratched our comfort hard and long;
"And what concern," he gave us back.
"Have you for the doomed -- the doomed and Black?"
The fifth. The sixth. And we cried again,
"Hangman, Hangman, is this the man?"
"It's a trick," he said. "that we hangmen know
For easing the trap when the trap springs slow."
And so we ceased, and asked no more,
As the Hangman tallied his bloody score.
And sun by sun, and night by night,
The gallows grew to monstrous height.
The wings of the scaffold opened wide
Till they covered the square from side to side;
And the monster cross-beam, looking down,
Cast its shadow across the town.
Then through the town the Hangman came,
Through the empty streets, and called my name --
And I looked at the gallows soaring tall,
And thought, "There is no one left at all
For hanging, and so he calls to me
To help pull down the gallows-tree."
So I went out with right good hope
To the Hangman's tree and the Hangman's rope.
He smiled at me as I came down
To the courthouse square through the silent town.
And supple and stretched in his busy hand
Was the yellow twist of the hempen strand.
And he whistled his tune as he tried the trap,
And it sprang down with a ready snap --
And then with a smile of awful command
He laid his hand upon my hand.
"You tricked me. Hangman!," I shouted then,
"That your scaffold was built for other men...
And I no henchman of yours," I cried,
"You lied to me, Hangman. Foully lied!"
Then a twinkle grew in the buckshot eye,
"Lied to you? Tricked you?" he said. "Not I.
For I answered straight and I told you true --
The scaffold was raised for none but you.
For who has served me more faithfully
Then you with your coward's hope?" said he,
"And where are the others who might have stood
Side by your side in the common good?"
"Dead," I whispered. And amiably
"Murdered," the Hangman corrected me:
"First the foreigner, then the Jew...
I did no more than you let me do."
Beneath the beam that blocked the sky
None had stood so alone as I.
The Hangman noosed me, and no voice there
Cried "Stop!" for me in the empty square.

Maurice Ogden

Sunday 25 October 2009

You can say what you like only if we like what you say.

That is the message of ~~Hater Pain~~ Peter Hain after the fat glass eyed fuckwit - no, not his boss, the other one - finally got on telly despite his disgraceful attempts to prevent it. It's not helped by a poll saying that a fifth of people would think about voting for the BBC.

The Welsh secretary said: "The BBC has handed the BNP the gift of the century on a plate and now we see the consequences. I'm very angry."

And I'm sure the BBC are terror stricken at the righteous anger of a fucking satsuma.

The opinion poll carried out after Mr Griffin's appearance found 22% of voters would consider voting BNP in a future local, general or European election.
Two-thirds of the 1,314 people polled by YouGov for the Daily Telegraph dismissed voting for the party under any circumstances, with the rest unsure.
When asked how they would vote in an election tomorrow, the proportion supporting the BNP stood at 3%, up from 2% a month ago.

In other words, and to spell it out for that tedious cunt Hain, no practical difference. I'm no statistician but I'd have thought that a 1% rise might not be significant when pot luck says a random survey might catch a dozen or so more racist fucknuts than it did the same time last month. And anyway, what the fuck are you even worried about when a clear majority of two thirds said absolutely no fucking way? Are you just doing it to display your PC credentials and righteous anger? I wouldn't fucking put it past you but I admit that you might not have read on past the 22% might - that's might by the way, not fucking would - vote BNP headline. Or did you and you're also working your cock in a knot about this:

However, more than half of those polled said they agreed or thought the party had a point in speaking up for the interests of indigenous, white British people.

But if the 22% who'd think about a BNP vote is at all accurate then the majority of those who think the BNP have a point still wouldn't fucking vote for them.

And Hain? Blaming the Beeb? come on, it's an obvious mistake to assume that Fatty Fuckknuckle being on Question Time has anything to do with the poll results. Did you never come across post hoc ergo propter hoc? There's nothing to suggest that at al because the question was never even asked.

The poll did not ask whether their views were affected as a result of Mr Griffin's appearance on Question Time.

See? I'm just as able to point the finger of blame you and the Union Against Freespeech mongtards for harassing and bullying and attempting to silence the BNP to the point where they're starting to look more like victims and less like xenophobic cunts, and personally I think my idea is more plausible because you lot have been banging on about them with increasing hysteria and, in case you weren't aware, they got nearly a million fucking votes in the European elections not long ago.

Incidentally, that may sound like a lot but it worked out as 6.2% of the votes cast, and with only a 34% turnout that makes a back of the envelope estimate of a little over 2% of eligible voters actually casting a vote for the BNP. 2% again, just like the last poll said. Yes, this one said 3% but don't forget how many people are actually polled on these things. It seems usually to be between 1000 and 1500, so assuming the latter you need only 30 people to say yes for 2% and only 15 more next time to get up to 3%. That's a low enough number to happen by chance, so worry about it only if it stays at 3%. Though obviously don't worry much because if they get stuck at 3% you won't need to. Worry instead whether a majority of 12,700 is enough to see off a challenge from the Welsh nationalists who might think to say to the people of Neath that far from speaking for them you're more interested in silencing someone who at least claims to be thinking of them first.

UPDATE: This is an interesting read: BBC lynch mob proved BNP leader Nick Griffin’s best recruiters. Still not sure about how much effect the QT appearance had on the survey results but the point is again that bullying the BNP works for them, not against them.