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Marching Through Madness: With British Patriots and the DFLA
A bible for the British Patriot
The aim of this book is to boost Britain's spirit, to keep speaking the truth, to communicate our ideas and convictions without wavering, to keep resisting anti-British sentiment, and to demonstrate that although the Democratic Football Lads Alliance is now disbanded, our spirit is as strong as ever, if not more so, as can be witnessed in recent patriot’s marches.
The FLA, and the DFLA were first set up to inspire rival football ‘firms’ to put aside their hostilities and join together against extremism and the menace it presents to Great Britain and our way of life.
My original intention in writing this book was to give enough red meat to the British working-class lad who goes to football on a Saturday afternoon, enjoys a few pints with his mates before the game and puts the world to rights. A bloke with a keen sense of justice and, equally, a keen sense of humour.
Except it’s no longer just about the football lads, is it? Regular people in this country are getting angry, and in this book, we analyse their viewpoints. Each time a new individual, wakes up to just how sinister and threatening this country is becoming, the whole of humanity springs up a notch. Great Britain is stirring.
At Tommy Robinson’s Patriot’s rally on July 27th 2024 I stood with 50,000-100,000 others with no trouble, no riots, no smashing things up, no tipping police vehicles over, no attacking police officers, no setting fire to buses, no machete attacks, no stabbings ..... just British patriots, a lot of them regular middle-class people with their families, enjoying themselves.
Imagine that! A peaceful patriot’s rally without violence or riots. Just concerned patriots – people of all skin colours may I add – standing peacefully and listening to speeches about the state of our nation
Our way of life is under threat, and the people who are trying to destroy our country never take a day off, so if we hope to make BRITAIN GREAT again, neither should you or me.
But we need to do it peacefully. Everyone I speak to agrees with that. Nothing has ever been gained from rioting. If anyone expects this book to be a bloodthirsty call to arms, then I suggest you look elsewhere for reading material. The FLA and the DFLA always stressed no racism, no frenzied destructiveness, and those positions haven’t changed.
I promise you an interesting read as I look back in detail at some of the events of 2017 and 2018, plus more recent rallies of 2024, but lawless rebellion isn’t for me, brother. I’ll give you that as a caveat.
During the course of writing this book I was hoping to find the answer to one specific question, and unfortunately, I’ve failed. You see the one thing I can’t work out is why have the ‘authorities’ (the government, the last successive prime ministers, the mayor of London, and the media) turned against the people of their own country in favour of extremely violent and dangerous immigrants?
Why do the ‘authorities’ hate us so much when for the most part we drag our sorry arses out of bed, go to work, put in a shift, pay our taxes, contribute, raise decent kids, drink a little, laugh too loudly, march peacefully, carry no weapons, and state our concerns clearly and concisely? Agreed, we’re not perfect, nobody is, but why has the media and the government turned against their own people?
I still haven’t discovered the answer to that question.
Is it possible to write in good faith for decent hard-working men & women, for the steel erector, the scaffolder, the bus driver, the bricklayer, the quantity surveyor, the publican, the waitress, the cab driver, the burlesqu
The aim of this book is to boost Britain's spirit, to keep speaking the truth, to communicate our ideas and convictions without wavering, to keep resisting anti-British sentiment, and to demonstrate that although the Democratic Football Lads Alliance is now disbanded, our spirit is as strong as ever, if not more so, as can be witnessed in recent patriot’s marches.
The FLA, and the DFLA were first set up to inspire rival football ‘firms’ to put aside their hostilities and join together against extremism and the menace it presents to Great Britain and our way of life.
My original intention in writing this book was to give enough red meat to the British working-class lad who goes to football on a Saturday afternoon, enjoys a few pints with his mates before the game and puts the world to rights. A bloke with a keen sense of justice and, equally, a keen sense of humour.
Except it’s no longer just about the football lads, is it? Regular people in this country are getting angry, and in this book, we analyse their viewpoints. Each time a new individual, wakes up to just how sinister and threatening this country is becoming, the whole of humanity springs up a notch. Great Britain is stirring.
At Tommy Robinson’s Patriot’s rally on July 27th 2024 I stood with 50,000-100,000 others with no trouble, no riots, no smashing things up, no tipping police vehicles over, no attacking police officers, no setting fire to buses, no machete attacks, no stabbings ..... just British patriots, a lot of them regular middle-class people with their families, enjoying themselves.
Imagine that! A peaceful patriot’s rally without violence or riots. Just concerned patriots – people of all skin colours may I add – standing peacefully and listening to speeches about the state of our nation
Our way of life is under threat, and the people who are trying to destroy our country never take a day off, so if we hope to make BRITAIN GREAT again, neither should you or me.
But we need to do it peacefully. Everyone I speak to agrees with that. Nothing has ever been gained from rioting. If anyone expects this book to be a bloodthirsty call to arms, then I suggest you look elsewhere for reading material. The FLA and the DFLA always stressed no racism, no frenzied destructiveness, and those positions haven’t changed.
I promise you an interesting read as I look back in detail at some of the events of 2017 and 2018, plus more recent rallies of 2024, but lawless rebellion isn’t for me, brother. I’ll give you that as a caveat.
During the course of writing this book I was hoping to find the answer to one specific question, and unfortunately, I’ve failed. You see the one thing I can’t work out is why have the ‘authorities’ (the government, the last successive prime ministers, the mayor of London, and the media) turned against the people of their own country in favour of extremely violent and dangerous immigrants?
Why do the ‘authorities’ hate us so much when for the most part we drag our sorry arses out of bed, go to work, put in a shift, pay our taxes, contribute, raise decent kids, drink a little, laugh too loudly, march peacefully, carry no weapons, and state our concerns clearly and concisely? Agreed, we’re not perfect, nobody is, but why has the media and the government turned against their own people?
I still haven’t discovered the answer to that question.
Is it possible to write in good faith for decent hard-working men & women, for the steel erector, the scaffolder, the bus driver, the bricklayer, the quantity surveyor, the publican, the waitress, the cab driver, the burlesqu
437 pages, Paperback
Published September 23, 2024
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About the author
Karl Wiggins
25 books323 followersKarl Wiggins – Author, humourist, raconteur and (unfortunately) master of dysphemism
I'm an author with seven books on Amazon Kindle, and I'll state right from the start that I have a particular aversion to fellow authors who befriend you and then immediately message you saying, "You might like my book ..... check it out."
I don't do that. If people wish to know more about my books the information is here to read, but I won't invade your personal space (not to mention precious time) with pleas to check out my own books
My goal, my life’s ambition if you like, is to give direction to comedy, purpose to satire. And this is probably why I write the way I do, in order to use self-deprecating, piss-taking humour to bring to the fore situations that just don’t stack up. To demonstrate that serious issues can be approached with humour.
Embarrassingly, a number of the reviews for my books seem to involve people losing control of their bladder; “Anyone who is a bit saucy, very fond of boobies and doesn't mind peeing slightly when they laugh too hard, this is the book for you!” “Best not to read this book on the train if you have a full bladder because by the end of your journey you will have a damp patch in an embarrassing place.” “I have to admit that I wet myself twice while reading it but this may in part have been due to my age and a couple of bottles of a fine St. Emilion,” “Due to the laughter you owe my secretary one clean pair of knickers.”
Two reviewers have even suggested I should tour as a stand-up comedian; “I found myself laughing out-loud and even sharing segments with my spouse ….. I think Karl could tour as a stand-up comedian,” “Mr Wiggins has views on life that are expressed in a manner worthy of any stand-up comedian.”
So my scribblings do seem to raise a smile and a chuckle, and either way you look at it, that has to be a good thing. Hardly any subject is taboo to the Englishman when he’s laughing, and this often seems insensitive to other cultures, but the bedrock of the British sense of humour is a strong sense of sarcasm and self-deprecation. The British can be very passionate – and if you doubt that try going to a football match - but that passion is hidden deep in our humour so that other nationals often fail to recognise the deadpan delivery and are never quite sure if they’ve been involved in a serious conversation or just a little bit of friendly banter.
Having said that my style of writing is now appealing more and more to the American market, and I write a regular column for a newsletter in Copiague, Long Island, New York. I’m really enjoying connecting with the people over there.
Interestingly enough, my writing style has been compared to two people, both now dead, Charles Bukowski and Socrates. Their names keep popping up in reviews; “Mr Bukowski, meet Socrates. This is an exceptionally amusing collection of observations of daily life,” “The prose style reminded me quite a lot of Charles Bukowski’s short essays and observations,” “It reminded me a lot of Bukowski’s novels, but particularly Factotum and Post Office,” “Had me laughing out loud several times, which doesn’t happen often to me. It reminded me a lot of Bukowski’s novels,” (I swear those are two completely separate reviewers), “Karl Wiggins is like a contemporary Socrates.”
I’m sure both Socrates and Charles Bukowski would turn in their graves. But then again, maybe not.
My books;
'You Really are full of Shit, Aren't You?' is my latest and possible my favourite. It's an agony uncle / advice columnist style book, but unlike most agony aunts I cut them no slack.
I'll be the first to admit that 'Dogshit Saved my Life' and 'Calico Jack in your Garden' are not to everyone's taste, but the reviews are good, so I seem to be hitting the right note.
'Shit my History Teacher DID NOT tell me' kind of speaks for itself I guess, as does 'Grit - The Banter & Brutality of the Late-Night Cab Driver.' I drove cab in b
I'm an author with seven books on Amazon Kindle, and I'll state right from the start that I have a particular aversion to fellow authors who befriend you and then immediately message you saying, "You might like my book ..... check it out."
I don't do that. If people wish to know more about my books the information is here to read, but I won't invade your personal space (not to mention precious time) with pleas to check out my own books
My goal, my life’s ambition if you like, is to give direction to comedy, purpose to satire. And this is probably why I write the way I do, in order to use self-deprecating, piss-taking humour to bring to the fore situations that just don’t stack up. To demonstrate that serious issues can be approached with humour.
Embarrassingly, a number of the reviews for my books seem to involve people losing control of their bladder; “Anyone who is a bit saucy, very fond of boobies and doesn't mind peeing slightly when they laugh too hard, this is the book for you!” “Best not to read this book on the train if you have a full bladder because by the end of your journey you will have a damp patch in an embarrassing place.” “I have to admit that I wet myself twice while reading it but this may in part have been due to my age and a couple of bottles of a fine St. Emilion,” “Due to the laughter you owe my secretary one clean pair of knickers.”
Two reviewers have even suggested I should tour as a stand-up comedian; “I found myself laughing out-loud and even sharing segments with my spouse ….. I think Karl could tour as a stand-up comedian,” “Mr Wiggins has views on life that are expressed in a manner worthy of any stand-up comedian.”
So my scribblings do seem to raise a smile and a chuckle, and either way you look at it, that has to be a good thing. Hardly any subject is taboo to the Englishman when he’s laughing, and this often seems insensitive to other cultures, but the bedrock of the British sense of humour is a strong sense of sarcasm and self-deprecation. The British can be very passionate – and if you doubt that try going to a football match - but that passion is hidden deep in our humour so that other nationals often fail to recognise the deadpan delivery and are never quite sure if they’ve been involved in a serious conversation or just a little bit of friendly banter.
Having said that my style of writing is now appealing more and more to the American market, and I write a regular column for a newsletter in Copiague, Long Island, New York. I’m really enjoying connecting with the people over there.
Interestingly enough, my writing style has been compared to two people, both now dead, Charles Bukowski and Socrates. Their names keep popping up in reviews; “Mr Bukowski, meet Socrates. This is an exceptionally amusing collection of observations of daily life,” “The prose style reminded me quite a lot of Charles Bukowski’s short essays and observations,” “It reminded me a lot of Bukowski’s novels, but particularly Factotum and Post Office,” “Had me laughing out loud several times, which doesn’t happen often to me. It reminded me a lot of Bukowski’s novels,” (I swear those are two completely separate reviewers), “Karl Wiggins is like a contemporary Socrates.”
I’m sure both Socrates and Charles Bukowski would turn in their graves. But then again, maybe not.
My books;
'You Really are full of Shit, Aren't You?' is my latest and possible my favourite. It's an agony uncle / advice columnist style book, but unlike most agony aunts I cut them no slack.
I'll be the first to admit that 'Dogshit Saved my Life' and 'Calico Jack in your Garden' are not to everyone's taste, but the reviews are good, so I seem to be hitting the right note.
'Shit my History Teacher DID NOT tell me' kind of speaks for itself I guess, as does 'Grit - The Banter & Brutality of the Late-Night Cab Driver.' I drove cab in b
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October 24, 2024
Never embroidered, just neatly framed. That's the truth from Karl Wiggins.
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