- While the British people are being led by their easily-tweaked
noses into yet another sham general election in which the choice they make
is severely circumscribed by an evil system of usury and the prospect of
no change in the circumstances of a people befuddled by decades of sinister,
police-state, Tavistock Institute conditioning, almost nobody is asking:
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- "For how much longer must we tolerate living in
a nation beholden to only special interest groups, International Jewish
Finance, a "Punch & Judy" show behind which the British Crown's
servitude to The City of London has prostituted Britons to a life of indentured
class-riddled servitude and without a chance in hell of extricating ourselves
from the demonic Soviet European Union?"
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- The problem lies in the constitutional make-up of the
United Kingdom, an administrative construct that serves only the obscenely
rich and parasitic classes, and which treats its 'subject-citizens' as
mere chattels of the Crown, now nothing more than a pimping agency for
the Brussels' elites who see in the English, Scots and Welsh nothing more
than stupefied 'white trash' to be cash-raped whenever a French bureaucrat
feels the need for an inflationary orgasm.
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- No doubt the Scots and Welsh will soon enough secede
from the now increasingly irrelevant United Kingdom and go their own way,
choosing instead to scrounge vast subsidies from the European Union (the
long-suffering and equally impoverished German taxpayer) instead of the
equally bamboozled, ripped-off English working and middle classes. I encourage
them to do so. And I wish them well.
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- Shorn of our obligations to Scotland and Wales, the time
is ripe for a New English Dispensation. I speak not of a 'Little England'
adrift as a minor province in the new world order of international finance
and the arbitrary dictates of the European Union and the United Nations,
but of a resurgently vigorous and proudly free egalitarian republican England.
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- We, as ordinary Englishmen always tolerated the overbearing
arrogance of those who deemed themselves our social superiors by dint of
birth; for despite their supercilious arrogance and chinless lack of intelligence,
they, the intellectually retarded toffs educated at Eton and Rugby, at
least provided us with a buffer against the inclinations of international
socialist traitors (such as the Jewish-Nazi Fifth-Columnist David Miliband)
to sell out The Rights of Englishmen.
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- They served their purpose, made their stash and fucked
off while the going was good. All they have left us with is a family of
intellectually diminutive social parasites who belittle us with their fantasises
of 'royalty' and a political kleptocracy dominated by treasonous system
parties, whether Labour, Conservative or Liberal-Democrat.
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- The Windsors were never one of our own kind. Held in
thrall by the Money Power that came to dominate British commerce in the
wake of the so-called 'Glorious Revolution', a coup d'etat of the super-rich
landed gentry against a monarchical system that was highly critical of
illegal Judaic banking practices, the dim-witted spawn of sodomised, public-school
educated sub-humans who set themselves above the inherent intellectual
superiority of the English working classes were able to somehow convince
good-natured patriots that they were not the vermin prodigy of the syphilitic
Rothschild spermatozoa.
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- We, my gentle fellow Englishman, good-hearted and magnanimously
trusting souls that we are, have been taken for fools. We always gave our
masters the benefit of the doubt. We willingly sacrificed the lives of
our children upon the altar of their blood-lust for greed, profit and power.
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- Now, my friend, where do you find yourself? Is England
a place called 'home'; and if this be home, do you kindle by the fading
light of day a candle within the heart of your being knowing that the light
that warms your heart is of a constancy that cannot be expunged by the
forces of darkness?
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- I have watched you from afar for the 17 years I have
lived in Germany and I cry for you. I have seen you sink into an alcohol
and drug-fuelled culture of sleaze, decadence, pornography, pop trivia
and casual violence: submerged in a tidal wave of mass immigration and
political correctness.
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- I have witnessed how you lost your senses and grew obese
on the promises of easy credit and gorged yourself upon cheap, mind-numbing
entertainment, abandoning your higher intellectual values and the ingrained
moral integrity that was yours as of right as a freeborn-Englishman to
a corporate parasitic system that pandered to your ever-growing addiction
for instant gratification.
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- I remember you as children, as teenagers and as young
adults. You were never saints, and God forbid that you could ever be so,
for it was always in your nature to be natural rebels. I loved you. I fought
you. You broke my heart, pummelled me to the ground, caused me to graze
my knees, opened old wounds and left me broken and bloodied. Yet you lifted
me to my feet and gave me hope. Your wit and your laughter raised my spirits
to the roof-beams. You were a race of tough, uncompromising and yet passionately
forgiving men and women.
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- I cry for the England that was lost. Yet I cry more for
the England that can be regained should only a handful of brave men and
women stand up and fight, but of whom there is little to bespeak.
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- I have travelled the world and seen things that few would
care to experience. I have ventured into unknown terrain and have been
afforded opportunities far beyond what I could ever have possibly envisaged
on the soil of my birth.
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- Yet I yearn to return to my homeland. My England.
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- I was raised a Geordie, born on the banks of the River
Tyne in Jarrow in 1959 among a caring and gentle folk and raised, some
six years later on the western shores of fierce and fighting Lancashire.
By the time I reached the age of 25, I had visited and worked in every
nook and cranny of that blessed, any yet sadly accursed land: The Fylde,
London, Dorset, Bristol, Oxfordshire, Yorkshire, Southampton, Norfolk,
Manchester, Essex, Weymouth, Blackpool, Cumbria, Humberside, Durham, Kent,
Devon and a myriad of villages and hamlets that are to me now simply names
obscured by the mists that enclosed the pastures I spied upon each and
every waking morning.
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- England in the 1980s had its faults. But I was free.
Free to hate, with compassion, or to love, with abandon. Free to sport
a black-eye for my sins or awake with lipstick on my cheeks for my charms.
Free to be what God Almighty awarded me as the most cherished lottery ticket
in life: a natural-born rebellious Englishman.
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- I want that England back again.
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- An England free of the impositions of the Soviet European
Union, the all-watching surveillance police-state, the deception and charade
of 'democracy' and the two-party (one-party) system, the sickening and
demeaning worship of celebrities and the imbecilic 'royal' family, the
stranglehold of international usury and the corrupt banking system, the
media-enforced obeisance to the secular religion of multiculturalism, and
the all-pervasive hopelessness of a people born in God's Chosen Land whose
urgent wish is to hurriedly leave for distant shores all that was bequeathed
to them as of right.
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- You think I sit alone in Germany and have forgotten all
that was honourable and decent from the land from whence I hailed? No,
my fellow compatriots, I think of you constantly; sometimes with pity and
remorse, and yet more often with disgust for the level to which you have
allowed yourselves to descend.
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- At the next general election you will vote for either
Cameron-Brown or Brown-Cameron. Most of you, I hope, will stay at home
and demonstrate your contempt for democracy. Nothing will ever change.
There is not one ounce of national revolutionary blood left in the veins
of the Greatest Race that ever lived. Why is it that My People have become
so comfortably numb?
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- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tkJNyQfAprY
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- You truly are the scum of the earth: the most gullible
and naive of all the European races. Now it is my desire to leave the European
Union altogether.
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- I fought. I was arrested, sectioned, imprisoned. I made
a stand. You didn't. And I therefore give up on you.
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- But I still love you, and always will.
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- So just shout.
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- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0bqgy1mebh8
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- And I'll be there for you.
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- Mike James, an English patriot, is a blacklisted former
freelance journalist resident in Zionist-occupied Germany since 1992 with
additional long-haul stays in East Africa, Poland and Switzerland. He advocates
a Leaderless Resistance to destroy the Soviet European Union and is surreptitiously
working towards a free and independent England.
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