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Those who my holding highest regard.

It's great to have you with me contemplating the issues of the day.

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I'm always, well, I'm doing my best to question and analyse and speak out.

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are a great bunch to be around, free thinkers all. Okay, it's now time to dive into the

issues of the day in today's monologue.

To be or not to be?

For Britain, that is the question, I would say.

It's undeniable.

Has been for a long time that the Britain I grew up in, the Britain I used to write and speak about with, well, great affection,

is being or has already been deliberately dismantled,

and its indigenous population deliberately changed beyond all recognition.

I mean, the plain statistics make clear that no other country in the world in modern history has seen its native indigenous population changed more radically and as fast as has happened

here in Britain in the last few years.

Now, objectively, you can call that a good thing, you can call it the worst

thing, and you can adopt a stance and an opinion anywhere in between the two extremes, but the

plain numbers reveal that it's happening, happened, and about as fast as a piano falling out of a window,

a story in the telegraph, that bastion of the British establishment,

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