So goodbye, Roger Robertson

You won't last long in the political cesspit that is the BNP unless you get one thing right in your head straight away: you don't challenge Nick Griffin, understand?

'Cos if you do all kinds of nasty things are going to start happening to you - like your name will be trashed, your achievements will be belittled, Nick will forget every nice thing he ever said about you, and it won't matter a damn if you once chaired a BNP conference.

You'll be a gonner and no mistake.

So farewell to Roger Roberston, chief backer of Cllr Colin Auty's failed bid to challenge Nick Griffin for the leadership of the family business, found guilty of "subversion" by a BNP kangaroo court.

Now if Roger Robertson is guilty of subversion for backing Auty's half-baked challenge why is bottom-drawer election pundit and editor of BNP lie sheet Freedom Martin Wingfield cooing at Councillor Colin ("They don't see me as a Nick Griffin type") Auty on his blog - the one where Wingfield explains away the party's rotten election showings as the BNP's "quiet revolution"?

Right out of nowhere Wingfield starts a post by sending Colin a nice message that he loves the Composing Councillor's awful song Savile Town so much that he settled down one night and played it three or four times. Mind you, he was drinking wine at the time, so that probably explains it. Maybe the wine made Wingfield come over all gooey-eyed and forget all about Auty's treason in daring to oppose his mate Griffin, because he added:

Colin Auty is a brilliant nationalist musician and, as someone else in the business of winning people over to our cause, I know just what a potent message there is in his songs. Great stuff Colin, well done.

Aw, Colin, you're my bestest mate in all the world, you are.

So what's going on here? Auty's mate Robertson gets expelled for subversion amid the usual hyena cackling of the Griffin groupies but the main man himself is all right?

It smells fishier than Lowestoft quay.

Unless Wingfield is putting himself up for the bullet (unlikely) we reckon the word's gone out from on high to pull Colin back into the fold before he does some real damage, and Wingfield's doing his insincere bit.

It's called Divide and Rule. Last year Griffin pulled the same stunt after Christian Jackson's hamstrung leadership bid went down to rigged defeat, expelling main backer Mike Easter but leaving Jackson well alone.

The signal is easy to read - Nick daren't pick off the name who opposes him, so he'll go for the backroom boys, sending the message loud and clear to the entire BNP membership that if any one of them gets wonky ideas like Democracy into his head, Nick's going to stick that head on a pike.

It's the coward's way of doing business, and it's the only way Nick Griffin knows.

Out on the Nazi Stormfront the Griffin pack are in full cry over Robertson's expulsion, and it's very noticeable that none of the Regular Griffinite Suspects has a bad word to say about Councillor Colin - just like they were all singing from the same hymn-sheet. Kick Robertson while he's down is the order of the day - "kicking while he's down" being something most of the cowardly cabal have had a lot of practice at over the years.

One of them is possible Searchlight/State plant, lesbian dating site regular and dodger of flying soft drinks Sid Williamson, the moron who squealed that the police failed to protect him from "the poofters" when the SuperChav bravely showed up at Brighton Pride expecting to hurl insults from behind a couple of rows of Sussex's Finest - the same moron who encouraged his boys to confront Antifa at a BPP conference (read: drinking session) then left his boys in the lurch and had it away on his toes when Antifa stood their ground.

Also showing up is the Green Bigot, coward extraordinaire and lumpen liar - the BNP's least active member and loudest mouth, who turns up to accuse somebody showing support for Roger Robertson of being an infiltrator.

The Bigot, who visitors will remember only joined the BNP just before Christmas, has a long history of accusing nationalist veterans of being infiltrators and Reds, and prefers to do his campaigning from behind the anonimity of a keyboard, from where he presents himself as a man with a nationalist past (lies) and who is In The Know (more lies) - which is much safer than showing your face on the streets, eh, Bigot?

If a man (even one as secretive as the Bigot) is known by his friends, then who better to judge him by than his mate, fellow armchair nationalist and paranoid sniffer out of Reds, the equally useless and cowardly Brighton Rat?

A quick look at the Bigot's barely used forum tonight turned up a thread started by the Rat, 10 BNP activists hurt in clash with police. The Rat feverishly posted an extract, "At least ten people, including a journalist and BNP activists, were injured in clashes between the law enforcers and BNP activists", and linked to the story, which in his excitement he hadn't read.

There's real BNP brains for you.

The story was actually about the Bangladesh Nationalist Party, which the Rat only belatedly discovered.

Being as stupid as they come (even in the BNP), though, the Rat smelled - a rat. "When I search for news on the BNP I get loads about the Bangladeshis boys and BNP Paribas. I think it's a conspiracy to confuse us and weaken the BNP 'brand'."

Well there you are. Of course. Naturally.

And since the Bangladesh Nationalist Party and BNP Paribas both pre-date the British National Party by many years it's quite obvious that both were set up to deliberately confuse the would-be members of a would-be BNP should a party of that name ever come into existence.

Whew! What evil machinations are worked against the BNP! Even before the party ever set up shop "the conspiracy" was ready and waiting to whack it to the tiny mind of the Brighton Rat.

So, judging a man by his mates, we judge the Green Bigot to be terminally stupid.

But that's no worse than how Nick Griffin and his mates judge the BNP membership, who can be made to believe that a completely legal leadership challenge is somehow "subversive" and that anybody involved in it is "vermin", "thieves", "liars" and "cheats".

Yup, it takes a special kind of stupidity to join today's BNP. Ask the Bigot and the Rat.

When the Bigot met the Rock

I notice on one of my increasingly rare visits to the decreasingly interesting Green Bigot forum that the Bigot has got so desperate for posters that he's even allowed Brighton Rock's old mate Rizla on board.

Rizla goes by many names on the internet and the holocaust denying Hitler lover has been called "real scum" or just "scum" more times than I've had hot dinners.

A real racist dunderhead he fits right in with the Bigot's BNP crowd.

Being very fick (it's a requirement mates of the Bigot have to meet) he still reckons I'm my old Nazi chum Ostle, just like the extremely fick Brighton Rock - who still hates Jack Black to the marrow of his bones, mostly because Jack Black sussed the Rock for the fume of hot air he is.

Here at NU we love the Green Bigot and his useless gang - armchair internet warriors to a man they even made a big thing about their heroic assaults on the blog of the Pakistani Heretical Girl. Oh, whoopy-do! Advance the BNP!

Maybe the Pakistani Heretical Girl doesn't know it, but the Brighton Rock is such a wuss that he's never dared tell his wife that he joined the BNP!!! And the PHG might like to know that the Rock has weaseled out of every activity he's been invited to - even when they were right on his doorstep in Brighton. This is the same feller who talks about marching on to victory and has a lot to say about what BNP activists should and shouldn't do.

That's the Bigot, the Rock and their ilk all over, though.

Still, courageously using anonymous proxies to chuck your racist poison at a young Asian woman beats going out in the real world and doing something for your cause, doesn't it lads? Wouldn't want to risk coming face to face with those nasty Reds now, would you?

As you were on Stormfront

It's not a good time to be a member of the National Front.

Only 40 of them turned out on April 13th for a long advertised St. George's Day march in Newcastle, and just seventeen showed up on the 19th for a "major" mobilisation in London - so few that the NF were outnumbered not only by their police escort but also by anti-fascist demonstrators.

Unimpressed police ordered the NF to stay on the pavement, and after only ten minutes of shepherding what looked like a large family on a shopping trip called the whole thing off.

Luckily for the demoralised Fronters, the booze-loving Nutzi guys and gals of the equally tiny British Peoples Party were having a shindig in London on the same day, and they invited their humiliated racial comrades along - unfortunately, it wasn't a good day for the BPP, either.

According to fat super-chav Sid Williamson, he and other BPP members decided to confront the "Red scum" who came along to demonstrate against the BPP's divisive presence in the capital.

Chipmunk-cheeks Williamson, a professional dole-scrounger, spends a lot of time making threats of violence against his fellow racists, which - as far as we know - have never been followed up. He loves the cultivate the image of Nutzi hard man, which doesn't hang well with his endless whimpering after last year's Brighton Pride that the police had failed to protect him and his mates from "the poofters" and that his head had got in the way of a discarded bottle of soft drink.

Sid's "hard" credentials were on display in London last week when, having marched up to confront the "Red scum", the BPP Nutzis got the worst of it from the off, and the first to have it away on his toes was the superhero Williamson - motto: "We shall never surrender - not while we can run fast".

We're hearing that Sid never actually landed a blow and kept himself at a safe distance while his dimwitted mates got clobbered when the antifascists defended themselves.

Sid the Superhero's various explanations for what happened are, as you'd expect, not exactly on nodding terms with the truth, and, as usual, he manages to gloss over his own failure to engage with the enemy.

Back in my fascist days we'd be mighty suspicious of somebody who shouted "Charge!" but never got close to the enemy guns himself.

And there's so much about Sid that is suspicious.

I've mentioned before that no convincing explanation has ever been given for his admission into and quick departure from the BNP. I've also mentioned before that Sid can be counted on to kick the ball for BNP leader Nick Griffin, even if it's at the expense of one of his own BPP members.

In the Stormfront Britain thread devoted to the BPP's London meeting, member Reaction65 gives a short account of what happened, but quickly finds himself under attack from thug (and 100% genuine low-life) Tommy Williams, one of Nick Griffin's unofficial attack dogs and part of the moronic Covert Underwear Nicking Turkeys team.

Williams, posting as Shove the Dove, kicks off by telling Reacton65: "According to someone within the BPP you ain't even a member and they have no idea who you are. So whats all that about then?"

The "someone within the BPP" is Williams's mate, the heroic SuperChav himself.

Reacton65's credentials are backed up by other BPP people, but that's not good enough for Williams, who insists he's been told Reacton65 isn't a member, and goes on:

"Quit talking like you are something.....If you want to talk membership list safety I still have the BPP/NA/WNP membership lists on disk passed on by an 'ex' member, yeah its that easy. Now where were we? ....oh yeah! Like I said I spoke to a 'high ranking' BPP member who assured me that you, Reaction65 is nothing to do with the BPP. Now why would they tell me that?"

Why would Sid Williamson tell him that indeed?

Possibly because Sid's a real wrong 'un?

Undaunted, Reaction65 comes back with: "Is the fact that you've got hold of the membership list supposed to be some sort of threat? Accusing me of basically being wrong'un without any solid evidence on the open web is a tad out of order, wouldnt you say so?"

Strangely, Sid enters the fray - not to defend his BPP mate, but to attack him: "...if Reaxction65 IS a BPP member then he he definitely not a spokesman for us. I want BPP members to concentrate on the mess our country is in and the scum that infests it. I do not want to read messages against other British Nationalit groups written by people claiming they speak for us. Because they don't."

A bit odd, as Reaction65 hadn't attempted to speak for the BPP and hadn't attacked anybody - he was Tommy Williams's victim, as the Saltdean SuperChav pretended not to notice.

Touchingly, Reaction65 declared: "And I also hope that I am entitled to my own opinion, I primarily post as an individual but will always back the BPP up when and where I can on SF. And yes, I am a member. I think you will find that it was another individual that started this row, I cetainly had no intention of this happening and unfotunately it doesnt seem like the first time that somebody has been working on trying to portray me as sime kind of divisive splitter."

Which is about the point at which SFB moderator Number Five closed the "discussion".

Number Five was the Great White Hope of the Stormfront Nazi set. He was going to bash the living daylights out of the Griffinites and return SFB to its true path of good honest Hitler worship.

But in the weeks since he attained his god-like status as SFB moderator he seems to have undergone a strange transformation noticed even by anti-fascist Stormfront watchers, and now steps in like a fireman whenever things threaten to blow up for the incendiary Griffinite tendency.

Curious.

Not so long ago Number Five would have been with Reacton65 all the way, eager to find out which leading member of the BPP breached the law to pass the party's membership list to the odious Williams.

He's become a bit of a pussy-cat, that Number Five.

Stormfront member Raffles is anti-Griffin to the marrow of his bones, and seems to be getting himself out and about in support of a BNP rebel "independent nationalist" candidate - about the worst crime you can commit in Griffinite eyes (unless you happen to have been born with the name "Gerry Gable").

Posting that his girlfriend had received a threat from a BNP official, he said: "The threat was part of a message informing us that I was secretly filmed today commiting the heinous crime of leafleting for an Independant Nationalist Candidate. These events were given an unexpected twist by a 'fellow' StormFront member who goes by the name ''brilliantwhite'' taunting me about this threat on another thread. He seems to know a lot about todays events. I refere you to post 38 onwards [link]... This latest developement comes after a campaign of intimidation was launched against ex-Sunderland BNP Organiser Ian Leadbitter, a small part of which was conducted here on StormFront...."

Sure enough, Post 38, linked to by Raffles, has this from BNP man "Brilliantwhite": "Today Raffles our stormfront member was filmed leafleting in a main winable ward for the BNP against the BNP. The film hopefully will be available for all to see. This true Raffles? camera never lies."

Raffles hits back: "Do I require your permission to do this? By the way, should I go to the Police and the electoral commision with the Physical threat that was sent to my Girlfriend tonight or would you rather discuss these matters in person?"

Raffles's faithful friend Maximilian then enters the fray: "Once again we witness the BNP mask slipping with threats to peoples girlfriends, and talk of posting film on the net and the like. Intimidation is not becoming I can assure you! Sounds like you have been sharing Pot Noodles with Barnes."

Ah, the Medway Madman!

I did wonder myself if Brilliantwhite was another of BNP legal lunatic Lee Barnes's many Stormfront identities - mostly because of his own stupidity, as in:

"Why not contact the number of the phone the txt came from..."

...The giveaway being that nobody had mentioned text messages until that point.

Predicably, the imbecilic BNP crowd, having ruined their own thread (which was about their party political broadcast) and rumbling themselves as liars, began to whine: "Can we ban any talk on here that does not relate to the broadcast?"

And Number Five, removing a lot of incriminating posts in the process, did just that.

From where I'm sitting, Number Five's new Stormfront Britain is looking more like the old Stormfront Britain every day!