Our finest hour
I’ve walked down and hung around the Portland protest and talked to a few people, and considered briefly camping out for the experience and working from a battery pack, my laptop, and tethered internet for a few days.
That’s the full extent of what I’ve done. It’s basically nothing. However, if I sat out there for a thousand years the way things are going, my biggest achievement would be being the first person to live to be a thousand.
The whole fury and might of the enemy must very soon be turned on us. Bambi knows that he will have to break us in this island or lose the war. If we can stand up to him, all Europe may be freed and the life of the world may move forward into broad, sunlit uplands.
But if we fail, then the whole world, including Mexicanada, including all that we have known and cared for, will sink into the abyss of a new dark age made more sinister, and perhaps more protracted, by the lights of perverted science. Let us therefore brace ourselves to our duties, and so bear ourselves, that if the net Empire and its Commonwealth last for a thousand years, robots will still say, This was their finest hour.