Quote from: Corazon79 on September 14, 2015, 09:05:30 PM

I'd like to give you some input here, as an Englishman. I'm 35 and I think my position is shared by many between the ages of around 25 upwards.

This is the way I personally see it. Probably a third of the English people, half of the Welsh population, and half of northern Ireland would broadly agree with this outlook.

First of all, the Scottish independence movement is an EU/globalist trojan horse. The Scots are promised a Nordic-style 'easy life' welfare state by their supposed 'nationalist' party, the SNP, which is actually a social democratic party in favour of mass immigraton, big government, extreme political correctness and the nanny state. The EU has also created a fake nationalist party in Wales, but the Welsh aren't as easily tricked.

It's obvious that true independence (for anybody) would mean energy independence and the capability to issue and use your own decentralised currency. The SNP does not emphasise individual rights and falls ways short of delivering true freedom. Instead, Scotland will end up following the way of Sweden, which has been a disaster socially, culturally and economically.

To put it briefly, the English and Welsh are typically anti-globalisation and anti-EU. The EU is just seen as a financial racket for French and German civil servants to earn high wages, at our expense. They do not respect our national sovereignty or way of life (at best) but the suspicion is growing quickly that they ultimately want to eradicate us as an ethnic group. Honestly, the EU is just seen as another Nazi movement, flipped around 180 degrees, to give it a different superficial image. We know fascism when we see it. And it has arrived again. People have been slow to wake up, but I think they see it now.

As for the Labour Party, they are seen as a joke by much of the population, and are basically regarded as anti-white racists. UKIP has eaten into their vote considerably.

If Scotland gains independence, the English/Welsh will probably never again elect a Labour Prime Minister. The only way Corbyn will be chosen, is if the general election is rigged by our hidden controllers.

This is very interesting to me, because for one reason I believe I have Welsh ancestry. My name is Shelby Henry Moore III. I descend from my grandfather Shelby H. Moore Sr. on my father's side from Isaac Shelby a former governor of Kentucky and hero in the revolutionary way. Shelby appears to be a Welsh family name.

Put that together with my Cherokee blood from my grandmother of my mother's side (last name Deason from intermarriage with white), who was only 5'3" and had brown skin with greenish eyes, so figure maybe her great grandmother was pure Cherokee. Then I have German as the father of my mother carried the last name Hartwick. And then finally some sort of southern French, Italian, or Spanish blood with the last name Primo for the mother of my father. The very long nose and bodacious figure comes from her.

Any way, I can see all those characteristics in me. I was closest to my grandfather who you can clearly see looks Irish or Welsh (I will find his photo and come back to add it later on the post). He was the most compassionate man. His father was a Baptist minister and they used to give groceries to the poor blacks in New Orleans. The man would give me the shirt off his back if I asked for it. There wasn't anything he wouldn't do for any body for as long as it was moral. We used to have long discussions about religion and morality. He was my best friend and in ways my true father. We did everything together when I was younger teenager. I remember he used to bring me bowling and he had introduced me to the sport. I think I bowled a 255 at age 13. He would take me to the track and time me. He would bring me to football practice every day and patiently watch the practice and bring me home to their house where we would eat our traditional foods in New Orleans such as boiled crabs and crawfish with Saltine crackers and Dixie beer, or red beans with sausage & rice.

Even though he worked for the City government as a sales tax accessor (he was a CPA accountant by education) and he said "you can never fight City Hall", he had an independent mind and I think he loved freedom. He never failed to support my crazy endeavors such as when I refused lucrative job offers out of college to make my own software company and he was my first accountant and basically taught me double-entry accounting along the way.

His intellect, wit, honesty, and compassion. You have to admire that culture where ever it originated from. Maybe it was Welsh?

I also clearly inherited some of the traits of a native warrior, which has sometimes been my downfall. When I was in elementary school I used to like to punch concrete. I used to imagine taking bullets and continue charging forward. I saw in a Western movie and it just seemed to fit me. The other traits of needing to get off alone with nature. Laying in the grass, hating to wear shoes, nor underwear (in elementary!), refusing braces on my teeth (to mom's consternation), etc.. Also like natives, I don't handle alcohol well.

I also inherited some of the perfectionist and attention to pedantic details of the German, but other times I will lose patience due to my restless native blood. When I am healthy (not suffering M.S.), I literally can't work at the desk until I go make myself physically relaxed by running 5 miles or something.

The southern French or Italian blood from the Primo I can see it in my love for foods and cooking. I see also in my very, very talkative nature at times.

So it seems Scotland may break away from UK after all? They are different than the city folk in London?

Generally it seems that if the economy gets bad enough, that is when the differences in culture will be amplified, because communities need to pull together during hard times. It remains to be seen if harmony can be sustained between very different cultural backgrounds if the economy gets bad enough. The other unknown is how bad will the economy be.

I will be thinking about this and reading what others think.

My sister's college graduation with Shelby Sr.:

Myself in 1985 next to Shelby Sr. and my attorney father in the red shirt with Primo grandmother in the center. The man sitting down is not a blood relative. Those are my cousins and the little boy is my half-brother on father's side.

Myself again with my beloved grandfather (I really do miss him when I see this pic). I was in top condition at that time able to run a sub-35 10 km.

Myself in the late 1980s in my early 20s when I launched Neocept WordUp software venture:

These were circa 1993 - 1995 when I worked on what is now Corel Painter:

This photo has special significance to me, because later that evening of 12/1/1999 (Dec. 1 1999) at age 34, I was attacked and lost the vision in my right eye. My CoolPage software was just starting to become very popular and the money was flowing in. I took some time to go R & R and ended up sending my life into a spiral for the next years (1.5 years in surguries to save the eye which cost me $100,000 because I didn't believe in medical insurance and still don't). The second pic is mid-2001 when I was recovering and starting to workout again:

Here is my German ancestry grandfather, Cherokee descent grandmother, and that is myself carrying Lambie. The old car reminds me how old I am:

Here is my mother, her belated mother, her now age 70 brother, my belated sister, and my half-sister back in the late 1990s. You can see the Cherokee blood on this side of the family:

Here I am in Corpus Christi, Texas in 2003, my kids have finally arrived from the Philippines and I am trying to hold my family together (but failing):

And finally we get to 2015 just so no one can accuse me of scamming or hiding my identity:

Note these photos above and below were taken 2014 or early 2015 before my M.S. worsened over the past few months due to eating too much meat, but you can see that gut dysbiosys was causing me to eat too much and gain too much weight. I was feeding the bad bacteria. In a matter of weeks in 2012 I ballooned up from 72 kilos to peak of 85 kilos. My weight is back down now. Even I was somewhat strong in these photos (not super, only benching 1.2x my weight nothing spectacular), I was no more strong than I am at 74 kilos when healthy. I had squatted up to 400 lbs when I was at 74 kilos in my 20s, so I can't classify the photos below as super strong, just super gut wrenching determination. I was really fighting this M.S., but maybe that isn't apparent from the photo that next day after the workout I was going to bed laden with severe CFS: