I say let GB go down the drain. It’s only been in the 20th century that this “special relationship” has existed between our nations anyway. And that spent having to bail their sorry asses out of 2 fixes they blundered into. Once they’re entirely africanized we may not have to put up with that shit anymore, especially their gang of huns in buckingham palace with their red haired stepchildren marrying hollywood sluts-as if anyone with a valuable life has time to diddle with that shit. This is a fine example of natural selection. If british men sit dumbly by while their daughters get raped then maybe that’s the specie’s way of injecting badly needed testosterone into the tribe.
Francis Marion
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December 4, 2017 3:51 pm
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marblenecltr
December 4, 2017 3:52 pm
With but a little continuation of those policies, “racist” will become a good name. “Royalist” not so much.
Anonymous
December 4, 2017 4:30 pm
I really don’t care about England any more.
They’ve proven themselves to be unworthy of any concern on my part.
And continue to reinforce that proof on an almost daily basis.
nkit
December 4, 2017 4:31 pm
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Art
December 4, 2017 4:46 pm
It’s a nightmare. A society that is going insane.
kokoda - AZEK (Deck Boards) doesn't stand behind its product
December 4, 2017 4:56 pm
How can entire countries lose their mind?
Actually, it is most of the ‘leaders’; it seems they have been upscaled to Globalism and its many benefits ($$$$$$$$$)
to the few.
Llpoh
December 4, 2017 5:24 pm
I have spent a lot of time in the UK. I love the British people. But those poor souls are fucked. The rich ragheads have bought the country, and have priced the average Brit out of London, for instance. The poor Muslims (colloquially called Pakis) have taken over the lower cost areas around much of London. Eastern Europeans have flooded into the country and have taken over many if not most of the service jobs.
The world was stunned when the people voted to Brexit. Stunned? How the fuck are they not seeing what is happening to the people of the UK?
The slow, but accelerating, takeover of the west is underway. The only hope is that there will be immediate and fierce pushback against this takeover. But I suspect it is far too late. The Muslims are entrenched, they will suck up welfare, and they will breed like rabbits.
Goodbye western world. It was great while it lasted.
angela,
look deep into my eyes and imagine what we’re going to do to one another after the meetings are over.
nkit
December 4, 2017 11:34 pm
This is for Buckhed and FM..just for fun..
Dear Abby,
Dear Abby,
I killed a giraffe
You might think that’s funny
So have yourself a good laugh
It was old and decrepit
And it needed to die
So I ate it for dinner
Had some neck and some thigh,
Signed, Neck Eater
Neck Eater, Neck Eater,
You have no complaints
You are what you are
And you ain’t what you ain’t.
So listen up Buster and listen up well
Neck meat sure sounds yummy
But I couldn’t tell.
Signed, Dear Abby
Thanks, T-Red. I’ve always liked that song and often think up new verses just for fun. Here’s one more I made up driving into town the other day:
Dear Abby,
Dear Abby,
Well I never knew
That you could damage your brain
By just sniffin’ glue
Well I sniffed it so much
That it was hurtin’ my head
I can’t remember my name
I think I must be brain dead
Signed, Can’t Remember
Can’t Remember, Cant Remember
You have no complaints
You are what you are
And you ain’t what you ain’t
So listen up Huffer
And listen up well
Stop sniffin’ that glue
Before your brain turns to gel
Signed, Dear Abby
I am an American. The line of my people in this land extends back nearly 400 years to a single Englishman. His name was Rowland Stebbins. He arrived on the shores of North America in 1634. He and his kind birthed this nation and it breaks my heart to see what is happening to the land of my ancestors.
In the dark days just before Dunkirk, after attending a short prayer service at Westminster Abbey, Winston Churchill wrote, “The English are loth to expose their feelings, but in my stall in the choir I could feel the pent-up, passionate emotion, and also the fear of the congregation, not of death or wounds or material loss, but of defeat and he final ruin of Britain.”
Where are the Britons who feared nothing but the prospect of the annihilation of their nation and the subjugation of their people. Where are the people who stood alone against the real Nazis, not the phantom version which exists only in the fevered imagination of modern day appeasers. What has become of the virile race of white men who conquered and ruled a quarter of the globe and the alabaster-skinned mothers who birthed the sons and daughters of empire?
The ruination of the Island Race seems imminent, not in the crash and din of mortal combat, but in the puerile whining of social justice cowards. The death of Britain comes not after the final stand of Churchillian heroes fighting and dying for the “ashes of their fathers and the temples of their Gods,” but in the servile whimpering of the diversity divas and the suicidal self-loathing of the refugee- welcoming ethno masochists.
It is unutterably sad and heart-breaking to see such a proud race offering itself as a doormat for savages. It need not be so.
The third-world flood which is inundating Britain should come as a surprise to no one. Enoch Powell foresaw it decades ago and tried to raise the alarm. No one listened. Today, Tommy Robinson rails against what is happening to his country and he is harassed and imprisoned. We are watching the self-immolation of a nation. The blood-stained hands of the mohammedans are choking the life out of the British race and they seem incapable or uninterested in fighting back.
Where, in the name of all that is good, is the Arthurian leader who can awaken the ancient courage of the Celts?. Where is the backbone of the “Old Queen?” Has the stiff upper lip of Marlborough and Nelson been forever replaced by the thumb-sucking mewling of mongrels and race traitors? Where is the modern day incarnation of Churchill who, with utter contempt for convention and political correctness, cares only for the survival of his people? Where is the roar of the Lion Rampant to drown out the uncertain trumpet? Is the heart of the Briton gone forever?
I and my people are long since sundered from the shores of our ancestral homeland but my heart aches for all those who are still my people. Open your eyes my brothers! When will you fight back? Your land is being overrun by a rabid culture not fit to lick an English boot and you do nothing. Your voices are silenced by a traitorous government and you do nothing. Your mothers, sisters, and daughters are abused and raped and you do nothing!
Will you allow your ancient freedoms to be subjugated to the 7th century ravings of a madman? Is it possible that the Sceptered Isle will become the abode of demons?
Rise up all you who still recall the glory of the British race. Look not into the deadly abyss of self-loathing, lest it look back into you. Disenthrall yourselves from the madness that grips your land and remember who you are. It is your home. Its earth holds the bones of your ancestors. Would you see it trampled underfoot by mohammedan scum and all the other swarthy pretenders who call themselves British?
Damn those who would see you replaced in your own lands. Damn those who call you racist for loving your own people above all others. Damn all those who would sacrifice you and yours to the demands of the ignorant masses of Africa or the desires of desert-dwelling savages.
You know what must be done. You must remember the line of your people as I remember mine and you must fight! It is now or never. If you fight you may win and regain your land, your honor and your history. If you do not, you will certainly perish and perhaps not even the memory of Britain will remain.
The children of Britain are scattered across the length and breadth of the globe. They are your own children in England, Scotland, Wales, Cornwall, and Ireland. They live too in America, in Canada, in Australia, in New Zealand, in South Africa. Fight for your lives…and for theirs.
“If this long island story of ours is to end at last, let it end only when each of us lies choking in his own blood upon the ground.”
Winston Churchill
May 28, 1940
“What has become of the virile race of white men who conquered and ruled a quarter of the globe …”
The conquerors become the conquered.
It is the cycle of civilization. Civilized people would create wealthy and powerful states only to be overrun by barbarians who in turn would assimilate with their conquered subjects. You see this throughout history, all over the globe.
However … It is one thing for countries to disappear and empires to fall, but it is another thing entirely for a CIVILIZATION to be taken over not just politically but demographically as well. Has this ever happened before?
It would be nice if what is happening to England serves as a lesson to America. . But, so far it appears not. We are inundated with the same stupid motherfuckers who think borders don’t matter … who think “give me your poor huddled masses” is an open invitation to let in any of the 7 billion sorry asses for a free ride on the Good&Plenty train. I think we need to kill these do-gooders before it’s too late.
With the exceptions of the material in quotations, I wrote it. I did borrow the term “disenthrall” from Abraham Lincoln (awesome word) and certain other references are not original with me: “uncertain trumpet” and “Sceptered Isle” for example.
i was gonna give kudos above but saw foxy’s question and decided to wait so i’ll give them here-
turn that into a full length article and it’ll go viral across the web–
I would do what you suggest, but I’ve only ever written comments. Stucky posted a couple of things on TBP. I really don’t know the process to post on my own. Can you enlighten me? In the meantime, I’m going to expand on the comment in a word document.
Then all you have to do is click on dashboard, then click on Posts, then Add New Post. This will bring up a WP screen. Type your stuff, click save, click submit.
I say let GB go down the drain. It’s only been in the 20th century that this “special relationship” has existed between our nations anyway. And that spent having to bail their sorry asses out of 2 fixes they blundered into. Once they’re entirely africanized we may not have to put up with that shit anymore, especially their gang of huns in buckingham palace with their red haired stepchildren marrying hollywood sluts-as if anyone with a valuable life has time to diddle with that shit. This is a fine example of natural selection. If british men sit dumbly by while their daughters get raped then maybe that’s the specie’s way of injecting badly needed testosterone into the tribe.
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With but a little continuation of those policies, “racist” will become a good name. “Royalist” not so much.
I really don’t care about England any more.
They’ve proven themselves to be unworthy of any concern on my part.
And continue to reinforce that proof on an almost daily basis.
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It’s a nightmare. A society that is going insane.
How can entire countries lose their mind?
Actually, it is most of the ‘leaders’; it seems they have been upscaled to Globalism and its many benefits ($$$$$$$$$)
to the few.
I have spent a lot of time in the UK. I love the British people. But those poor souls are fucked. The rich ragheads have bought the country, and have priced the average Brit out of London, for instance. The poor Muslims (colloquially called Pakis) have taken over the lower cost areas around much of London. Eastern Europeans have flooded into the country and have taken over many if not most of the service jobs.
The world was stunned when the people voted to Brexit. Stunned? How the fuck are they not seeing what is happening to the people of the UK?
The slow, but accelerating, takeover of the west is underway. The only hope is that there will be immediate and fierce pushback against this takeover. But I suspect it is far too late. The Muslims are entrenched, they will suck up welfare, and they will breed like rabbits.
Goodbye western world. It was great while it lasted.
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angela,
look deep into my eyes and imagine what we’re going to do to one another after the meetings are over.
This is for Buckhed and FM..just for fun..
Dear Abby,
Dear Abby,
I killed a giraffe
You might think that’s funny
So have yourself a good laugh
It was old and decrepit
And it needed to die
So I ate it for dinner
Had some neck and some thigh,
Signed, Neck Eater
Neck Eater, Neck Eater,
You have no complaints
You are what you are
And you ain’t what you ain’t.
So listen up Buster and listen up well
Neck meat sure sounds yummy
But I couldn’t tell.
Signed, Dear Abby
In my defense they taste really, really good.
there is no defense…:~)
hey nkit,
why not use your real name,we all like john prine–
it’s good to see that we have famous people on this blog–
Thanks, T-Red. I’ve always liked that song and often think up new verses just for fun. Here’s one more I made up driving into town the other day:
Dear Abby,
Dear Abby,
Well I never knew
That you could damage your brain
By just sniffin’ glue
Well I sniffed it so much
That it was hurtin’ my head
I can’t remember my name
I think I must be brain dead
Signed, Can’t Remember
Can’t Remember, Cant Remember
You have no complaints
You are what you are
And you ain’t what you ain’t
So listen up Huffer
And listen up well
Stop sniffin’ that glue
Before your brain turns to gel
Signed, Dear Abby
ROTFL!
I am an American. The line of my people in this land extends back nearly 400 years to a single Englishman. His name was Rowland Stebbins. He arrived on the shores of North America in 1634. He and his kind birthed this nation and it breaks my heart to see what is happening to the land of my ancestors.
In the dark days just before Dunkirk, after attending a short prayer service at Westminster Abbey, Winston Churchill wrote, “The English are loth to expose their feelings, but in my stall in the choir I could feel the pent-up, passionate emotion, and also the fear of the congregation, not of death or wounds or material loss, but of defeat and he final ruin of Britain.”
Where are the Britons who feared nothing but the prospect of the annihilation of their nation and the subjugation of their people. Where are the people who stood alone against the real Nazis, not the phantom version which exists only in the fevered imagination of modern day appeasers. What has become of the virile race of white men who conquered and ruled a quarter of the globe and the alabaster-skinned mothers who birthed the sons and daughters of empire?
The ruination of the Island Race seems imminent, not in the crash and din of mortal combat, but in the puerile whining of social justice cowards. The death of Britain comes not after the final stand of Churchillian heroes fighting and dying for the “ashes of their fathers and the temples of their Gods,” but in the servile whimpering of the diversity divas and the suicidal self-loathing of the refugee- welcoming ethno masochists.
It is unutterably sad and heart-breaking to see such a proud race offering itself as a doormat for savages. It need not be so.
The third-world flood which is inundating Britain should come as a surprise to no one. Enoch Powell foresaw it decades ago and tried to raise the alarm. No one listened. Today, Tommy Robinson rails against what is happening to his country and he is harassed and imprisoned. We are watching the self-immolation of a nation. The blood-stained hands of the mohammedans are choking the life out of the British race and they seem incapable or uninterested in fighting back.
Where, in the name of all that is good, is the Arthurian leader who can awaken the ancient courage of the Celts?. Where is the backbone of the “Old Queen?” Has the stiff upper lip of Marlborough and Nelson been forever replaced by the thumb-sucking mewling of mongrels and race traitors? Where is the modern day incarnation of Churchill who, with utter contempt for convention and political correctness, cares only for the survival of his people? Where is the roar of the Lion Rampant to drown out the uncertain trumpet? Is the heart of the Briton gone forever?
I and my people are long since sundered from the shores of our ancestral homeland but my heart aches for all those who are still my people. Open your eyes my brothers! When will you fight back? Your land is being overrun by a rabid culture not fit to lick an English boot and you do nothing. Your voices are silenced by a traitorous government and you do nothing. Your mothers, sisters, and daughters are abused and raped and you do nothing!
Will you allow your ancient freedoms to be subjugated to the 7th century ravings of a madman? Is it possible that the Sceptered Isle will become the abode of demons?
Rise up all you who still recall the glory of the British race. Look not into the deadly abyss of self-loathing, lest it look back into you. Disenthrall yourselves from the madness that grips your land and remember who you are. It is your home. Its earth holds the bones of your ancestors. Would you see it trampled underfoot by mohammedan scum and all the other swarthy pretenders who call themselves British?
Damn those who would see you replaced in your own lands. Damn those who call you racist for loving your own people above all others. Damn all those who would sacrifice you and yours to the demands of the ignorant masses of Africa or the desires of desert-dwelling savages.
You know what must be done. You must remember the line of your people as I remember mine and you must fight! It is now or never. If you fight you may win and regain your land, your honor and your history. If you do not, you will certainly perish and perhaps not even the memory of Britain will remain.
The children of Britain are scattered across the length and breadth of the globe. They are your own children in England, Scotland, Wales, Cornwall, and Ireland. They live too in America, in Canada, in Australia, in New Zealand, in South Africa. Fight for your lives…and for theirs.
“If this long island story of ours is to end at last, let it end only when each of us lies choking in his own blood upon the ground.”
Winston Churchill
May 28, 1940
Very nicely stated. I feel your pain.
“What has become of the virile race of white men who conquered and ruled a quarter of the globe …”
The conquerors become the conquered.
It is the cycle of civilization. Civilized people would create wealthy and powerful states only to be overrun by barbarians who in turn would assimilate with their conquered subjects. You see this throughout history, all over the globe.
However … It is one thing for countries to disappear and empires to fall, but it is another thing entirely for a CIVILIZATION to be taken over not just politically but demographically as well. Has this ever happened before?
It would be nice if what is happening to England serves as a lesson to America. . But, so far it appears not. We are inundated with the same stupid motherfuckers who think borders don’t matter … who think “give me your poor huddled masses” is an open invitation to let in any of the 7 billion sorry asses for a free ride on the Good&Plenty train. I think we need to kill these do-gooders before it’s too late.
xrugger,
Did you write this or is it a quote from somewhere else?
FM,
With the exceptions of the material in quotations, I wrote it. I did borrow the term “disenthrall” from Abraham Lincoln (awesome word) and certain other references are not original with me: “uncertain trumpet” and “Sceptered Isle” for example.
i was gonna give kudos above but saw foxy’s question and decided to wait so i’ll give them here-
turn that into a full length article and it’ll go viral across the web–
Thanks Tampa,
I would do what you suggest, but I’ve only ever written comments. Stucky posted a couple of things on TBP. I really don’t know the process to post on my own. Can you enlighten me? In the meantime, I’m going to expand on the comment in a word document.
First, ask Admin to make you a contributor.
Then all you have to do is click on dashboard, then click on Posts, then Add New Post. This will bring up a WP screen. Type your stuff, click save, click submit.
Easy peasy.
Send me an email at [email protected] and I’ll set you up as a contributor.
thanks Admin. I’ll set the expanded comment as an attachment.