Michael Coren interviews EDL leader, Tommy Robinson

3 Replies to “Michael Coren interviews EDL leader, Tommy Robinson”

1. Excellent. A clear view of what the EDL really stand for. The real nazis are the Islamists and not those who are trying to oppose Islamism.

2. Absolutely terrific.

   Tommy Robinson is getting increasingly savvy and smart.

   Now the EDL needs to form a party. Then watch the fun as Tommy Robinson is prosecuted just Geert Wilders.

   Britain is fed up with the gang of three. Wouldnt it be great if Tommy Robinson became the PM.

3. Tommy Robinson is learning to be a great political leader, in the future he will be called a national.

   For a good idea of what the mind set of the Brits who are vilifying the EDL is like look up Kipling’s poem Tommy,

   Tommy

   I went into a public-‘ouse to get a pint o’ beer,
   The publican ‘e up an’ sez, “We serve no red-coats here.”
   The girls be’ind the bar they laughed an’ giggled fit to die,
   I outs into the street again an’ to myself sez I:
   O it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, go away”;
   But it’s “Thank you, Mister Atkins”, when the band begins to play,
   The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play,
   O it’s “Thank you, Mister Atkins”, when the band begins to play.

   I went into a theatre as sober as could be,
   They gave a drunk civilian room, but ‘adn’t none for me;
   They sent me to the gallery or round the music-‘alls,
   But when it comes to fightin’, Lord! they’ll shove me in the stalls!
   For it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, wait outside”;
   But it’s “Special train for Atkins” when the trooper’s on the tide,
   The troopship’s on the tide, my boys, the troopship’s on the tide,
   O it’s “Special train for Atkins” when the trooper’s on the tide.

   Yes, makin’ mock o’ uniforms that guard you while you sleep
   Is cheaper than them uniforms, an’ they’re starvation cheap;
   An’ hustlin’ drunken soldiers when they’re goin’ large a bit
   Is five times better business than paradin’ in full kit.

   Then it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, ‘ow’s yer soul?”
   But it’s “Thin red line of ‘eroes” when the drums begin to roll,
   The drums begin to roll, my boys, the drums begin to roll,
   O it’s “Thin red line of ‘eroes” when the drums begin to roll.

   We aren’t no thin red ‘eroes, nor we aren’t no blackguards too,
   But single men in barricks, most remarkable like you;
   An’ if sometimes our conduck isn’t all your fancy paints,
   Why, single men in barricks don’t grow into plaster saints;
   While it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that,
   an’ “Tommy, fall be’ind”,
   But it’s “Please to walk in front, sir”,
   when there’s trouble in the wind,
   There’s trouble in the wind, my boys,
   there’s trouble in the wind,
   O it’s “Please to walk in front, sir”,
   when there’s trouble in the wind.

   You talk o’ better food for us, an’ schools, an’ fires, an’ all:
   We’ll wait for extry rations if you treat us rational.
   Don’t mess about the cook-room slops, but prove it to our face
   The Widow’s Uniform is not the soldier-man’s disgrace.

   For it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Chuck him out, the brute!”
   But it’s “Saviour of ‘is country” when the guns begin to shoot;
   An’ it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ anything you please;
   An’ Tommy ain’t a bloomin’ fool—you bet that Tommy sees!