This week, within these British Isles, there are, and have been for decades, visible reminders of those who have died in the service of their Country. No-one within the four Nations which, together, comprise the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, of whatever nationality, creed or political persuasion, should be unaware of the National mood; of a salute to those who have gone before us into the great unknown.
I wrote just a few days ago ‘In small villages, in minor towns and great cities alike, the War Memorials bloom crimson every November’. James prefers to give greater prominence to the actual Armistice Day, and I tend to agree that, when, in his words; ‘the ordinary people remembering’; the lick-spittle politicians and other bottom-feeding forms of life are silent.
So, given the fact that the road was closed, traffic signs were in place, the War Memorial service in the village of Cranfield, Bedforshire had already begun, as the villagers were in the middle of their own tiny, but still significant Remembrance Service, a double-decker bus driver insisted on revving his engine, sounding his horn, and eventually moving forwards, through the small crowd which had to be moved aside by the Police, and continued on his merry way; despite the outrage of many of the local inhabitants.
So, who would care to make a fleeting guess at the ethnic origin, religion or belief structure of that obnoxious driver, who wasn’t pictured close enough to make an accurate identification possible, but, without jumping to too many conclusions, is pretty easily arrived at? Or am I just being discriminatory, if not actively ******phobic?
As for the bus company:-