The last few days has seen a furore over Cornwall Council’s ethnic monitoring (first spotted by one of Kernow King’s followers) on housing benefit forms:
John Kirkhope is a solicitor and Notary Public who has long studied Cornish law and has been examining the very mysterious and complex Duchy of Cornwall and their latter claims of ‘private estate’.
Further reading of John’s work:
So says Kevin Cahill, a House of Lords scholar and researcher with no Cornish nationalist axe to grind.
“Cornwall really is a separate kingdom, as has long been claimed by activists west ot the Tamar.” so says Martin Hesp, a Western Morning News journo with no Cornish nationalist axe to grind.
So what the hell is going on? Well, Mr Cahill has published a facsimile of an old manuscript known as the ‘Second Domesday’ or more correctly, ‘Return of Owners of Land, 1873’. This dusty tome shows who owns what in Britain and as we in Cornwall have known for a long time, you don’t own squat.
Talking to people in my job, they are always amazed when I mention the Duke of Cornwall owning everything in Cornwall; the land, the trees, the leaves on the trees, your house (or at least the land it stands on) etc. Across the border in merrie England, it’s the Crown.
Here, is one more thing to further our cause. We don’t make things up, we are not fantasists. We put our argument forth with pure, hard and substantiated fact. Just because authority has chosen to keep the people in the dark, does not mean it’s not true. You’d think people would get that in the 21st century more than ever…
So here is a scan of the article that appeared in the WMN. You can’t find it online as they (WMN) haven’t deemed it worthy of putting up. Well, we wouldn’t want the populous to know the truth now, would we? It’s a wonder this article was ever printed at all but it was and it boosts Cornwall’s cause no end.
This is a back’long episode from the with-out-a-doubt, ‘hilarious’ public schoolboy, David Mitchell’s, BBC funded ‘David Mitchell’s Soapbox’.
This series was a chance for the floppy-fringed posh boy to spout exactly what he’d been brought up to think, in a ‘funny way’!
In this episode he takes on Gaelic but within ridicules the Cornish language in the most disgusting fashion.
The uninformed buffoon’s tirade includes the idea that “campaigning to put it (Cornish) on road signs is completely lunatic”, apparently unaware that the majority of our place-names are actually Cornish!
There is a Cornwall Council policy of making English road signs bilingual – so unfortunately for Mr Mitchell and although it has nothing to do with him, it is at no extra cost to the Cornish tax-payer and these signs are only replaced as needed.
Mitchell’s drivel is smug, Victorian in thinking and at best, slightly fascistic.
Oh, those days at school when he went to Latinland to hear those Latins speaking Latin. He must remember them well…
Mitchell might do well to remember that in a time when Cornish (not English) was spoken by virtually the entire population of Cornwall, three Cornishmen were saving the English language (such as it was) from extinction. But for they, David Mitchell would be speaking Norman French and probably wouldn’t be called ‘David Mitchell’ either.
To be honest, I’ve never found this clown funny (nor, for that matter, his mine-shaft nosed counter-part) and this just confirmed my conviction.
When I log into this blog I get to see what search engine terms have brought visitors to the site. Invariably this will include a search along the lines of “cornish inbred?” “inbreed conish”, “cornish inbreeds”, “inbreeding cornwall”, “cornish inbreds”, “are the cornish inbred?”. This is virtually a daily occurence. Are people that stupid?
Well, mental people who have a burning desire to know, in answer to your questions:
NO, WE ARE NOT FUCKING INBRED/INBREEDED/INBREAD/INBREED OR ANY OTHER ILLITERATE VERSION THEREOF!
NO MORE THAN ANYONE WHO LIVES WHERE YOU DO OR FOR THAT MATTER, ANYWHERE ELSE ON THIS PLANET!
And guess what? As much as a lot of you would like to think, we don’t have straw sticking out of our ears, nor do we crunch carrots, driving tractors all day whilst eating pasties!