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God Save the Queen!

God Save the Queen!

But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.
– The Declaration of Independence, July 4, 1776.

I was certain TPTB would never let this happen. Certain of it. Well, never have I been so wrong, and never have I been so happy about that fact.

Not only is a huge congratulations due to our brothers across the pond, but a huge thank you as well. You, dear Brits, have won for all whites world-wide the first major battle in our war for Western Civilization–a win that may prove catastrophic to the plans of our enemies who have, for the past century or so, been wildly successful in destroying us.

We have been marched to the very edge of our existence, staring into the abyss of global genocide and racial extinction, bayonets fixed and at our backs, and at this darkest hour, hope found a way to fight back.

Yes, it took us watching our little girls get gang raped by hostile aliens imported and financed by our supposed “elites”; it took countless murders of good, intelligent, productive, innocent white folk by savage brown hordes; it took bankrupting us to support ungrateful and hopeless “developing nations” abroad while putting criminally credit-unworthy “minorities” into McMansions they couldn’t afford at home; it took corrupting and ruining our wondrous institutions to merely assuage the infinitely delicate sensibilities of perpetually aggrieved and cripplingly underperforming “people of color”; it took us all of this and more, but dare I say finally–finally!–white people are waking up to the fact that this catastrophe of civilizational proportions is not some accident of misguided but otherwise well meaning people, but a design specifically for our elimination, and that if we wish to survive, we must fight back, fight back now, and fight back hard.

TPTB will not go quietly into that dark night. They have been at this for over a century, and they’re not about to abandon their project now, being so close to successful completion. They are patient, smart, devious, and without a shred of human remorse. Expect worse to come in light of this–what they no doubt see as an unfortunate, but momentary, setback to their scheme.

But I should hope that Brexit serves as a signal to whites world-wide that a sufficient number of us are awake. And with that, we should have confidence in our ability to put mass behind our initiatives unlike anything before.

United, ladies and gentlemen, there will be no stopping us.

THE WRATH OF THE AWAKENED SAXON

by Rudyard Kipling

It was not part of their blood,
It came to them very late,
With long arrears to make good,
When the Saxon began to hate.

They were not easily moved,
They were icy — willing to wait
Till every count should be proved,
Ere the Saxon began to hate.

Their voices were even and low.
Their eyes were level and straight.
There was neither sign nor show
When the Saxon began to hate.

It was not preached to the crowd.
It was not taught by the state.
No man spoke it aloud
When the Saxon began to hate.

It was not suddenly bred.
It will not swiftly abate.
Through the chilled years ahead,
When Time shall count from the date
That the Saxon began to hate.


PS, for brother Liam and anyone else interested: Finding a credible source for this poem to properly attribute to Kipling is a difficult endeavor–one I never succeeded at. However, per commenter “Petronious” over at an old AmRen article:

This is one of Kipling’s WW1 pieces, written 1915. The proper title of the poem is “The Beginnings.” It originally accompanied the story “Mary Postgate” in Kipling’s “A Diversity of Creatures” (1917). It can also be found in “Rudyard Kipling’s Verse Inclusive Edition 1885-1918” (Doubleday, 1920), 739.

I fact-checked this when he originally wrote it and I remember it checking out. So, rest assured, this is a genuine Kipling poem.

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