Loyal subjects of the Crown: Hussein Obomber and that salope Sarkozy can go sod themselves!

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Elizabeth R. has been blackballed from this year’s D-Day commemorations in Normandy — and the fact that Obama and Sarkozy, who disinvited her, are both socially lower than a snake’s belly only adds insult to injury.  My apologies for linking to the Upper West Side Slimes, Jayson Blair’s far-left birdcage liner of record, but they were first to break this story stateside I believe.  The Daily Mail’s take: “Palace fury as Sarkozy refuses to invite royals to 65th Anniversary,” with appropriate details about that Glaswegian tub of guts Gordo Brown’s complicity in the snub.

One hates to say “I told you so,” especially to borderline lèse-majesté, but lie down with dogs and you get fleas. Conservatives warned back in April that Her Majesty shouldn’t receive Calypso Barry and Miss Hell Obomber, but noblesse oblige evidently got the better of her.  The monarch should have taken a leaf from her feisty grandson, Prince Harry, who as your humble servant noted back in January seems blissfully uncorrupted by multiculturalist (i.e. anti-European) agitprop.

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Pictured above: The First Dragqueen rubs the Royal Person with her great galumphing paw of a man-hand, as she might another transvestite during some crack-fuelled lip-synch of “I Will Survive.”

Really, to paraphrase Sir Alan Clark’s wife, you can expect this sort of thing when you have below-stairs Anglophobes round for drinks.  QEI, Gloriana, the virgin Bride of England, wouldn’t have boarded her least-favorite dog with the Obamas, let alone spoken to them socially.

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Elizabeth I, the Rainbow Portrait: “I know I have the body of a weak and feeble woman, but I have the heart and stomach of a king, and a king of England too, and think foul scorn that Parma or Spain, or any prince of Europe should dare to invade the borders of my realm.”

And Sarkozy? A glorified fishmonger.

Voici M. la Grenouille-en-Chef avec sa putain — you know, Carla Bruni, the dopey slut who recently dragged her name into the headlines by sassing the Patriarch of Rome on the Christian teaching against contraception.  A subject with which she’s become most intimately familiar, perforce, during long years spent screwing her bowlegged way to the Élysée Palace.  In this photo, her legs are kept from flying apart only by Sarko’s crushing grip, inherited from his gold-grasping cit forebears, who knew to pinch a penny ’til it squeaked:

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And that great, rawboned, Korean toaster of a head — can it be Bruni’s a drag queen too?

Not a self-hater: Dutch nationalist and pro-Western Westerner Geert Wilders.

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There are no words for how low Gordo Brown and the Labour party have sunk, refusing Geert Wilders, the Dutch nationalist and vocal anti-Islamist, entry into the U.K. This latest bout of official “multiculturalism” (that is, hatred of the West and its culture) is of course a far cry from the British Left’s xenophile solicitude for firebrand Islamist clerics and domestic Pakistani terrorists, free to wander England and Scotland plotting the murder or forced conversion of the native Britons — and indeed loudly to demand sharia and other exemptions from the minima of acculturation, cheered on by useful idiots like His Disgrace the Right Rev. Rowan Williams, schismatic (at best) Archbishop of Canterbury and Quisling to the culture.

Wilders’ own appraisal: Her Majesty’s Government are “the biggest bunch of cowards in Europe” and “more Chamberlain than Churchill” — but at least Chamberlain, unlike Churchill, feared the suicide of the West enough to try at Munich to prevent (alas in vain) the second great European civil war.

As in the Left-governed United States, the British nation have been deserted and even attacked by their government; the xenophile state, to use Brecht’s phrase, has elected a new people. How much longer will they obey their elites, when their elites instruct them gradually to disappear?