The many faces of Michael Portillo.

I don't know about you but like many a young red-blooded Northern male, I love everything about trains, especially the great era of Steam. I am an avid fan of Michael Portillo's "Great Railway Journeys" which follow the guide book written in the late nineteenth and updated into the early twentieth century by the fabulous George Bradshaw.

I have never been a fan of Mr Portillo, son of Spanish Communist, Luis Portillo who fled to Britain to escape Franco's justice after the happy failure of the Reds in the Spanish civil war.
His son Michael, born in 1952, became a course a rising star in the Conservative Party and was a close advisor to Thatcher during her ' Reign Of Terror'.

So as a White Nationalist - Portillo is just a Tory lickspittle still dripping with the bile from his the tongue of his former and hardly lamented late Lord and Mistress. Yet on another level, I find that he has done a really terrific job on the 'Great Train Journeys' series and comes over very well as someone with a genuine love and pride in British engineering and achievement.
I was also impressed by his recent appearance on a book programme the topic of debate was whether it was morally right for Sotheby's Auction House (I think it was) to auction off a very rare signed copy of Mein Kampf.

There in the studio were a couple of liberal harpies and the required outraged Jewish intellectual stating that it was damnable, that this truly terrifying book should be put on sale. To my great surprise and satisfaction, Portillo disagreed with them all and said that in his opinion, Mein Kampf, whether we agreed with it or not, was a work of historical interest and then went on to state that he found it hard to believe Hitler was always singled out, when works by Stalin, Mao and other red murderer's were never questioned. He even went on to condemn the inexcusable destruction and murder wreaked in Dresden in 1945 for which act may Winston Churchill burn in hell for all eternity.

Then he blots his copy book last night when I caught up with an episode of 'Great Railway Journey's' covering Birmingham - Britain's second city. Portillo was an MP for Perry Barr in Birmingham and obviously knows the city well so I was horrified that this new found 'idol' was there extolling the virtues of the fact that Birmingham would soon be Britain's first non-White city and leaning how to cook Indian curry whilst going into multi-racial raptures about the city's dubious multi-cultural 'achievements'.

Strike two for Portillo - strike one thousand against!

Portillo (on the left by the way)

in Birmingham where

he extols its multi-racial

adventurism