We are living in a lie

One must ask; why the waste? I point to the gross waste of at least seven pairs of latex gloves, the wasteful use and cost of an expensive wheeled gurney, the use of expensive medical patches and other equipment used to presumably attempt to save the life of this ‘Asian-Appearance’ man who had targeted, indiscriminately, so many pedestrians during his mad motorised dash over Westminster Bridge; before running into the precincts of the Houses of Parliament, where he died, but not before killing an unarmed policeman. Why were three paramedics and three other emergency service personnel clustered around the body of a murderer? He was brought down with three bullets; why not let him lie in his own blood like the scum he was: and once his identity was  determined, he should have been given the end he so richly deserved, his corpse should have been unceremoniously tipped into the Thames, and left to disintegrate. Why the use of an expensive and well-equipped ambulance to cart his Muslim corpse to take up space in an expensive morgue, where further well-educated and expensive pathology staff would carefully, but oh so respectfully, state that the MUSLIM murderer was, in fact, dead?

Almost the first item, related by a very senior policeman, was to reassure ‘MUSLIM COMMUNITIES’ that they must continue to have nothing to fear through retaliation from an angry and inflamed mob of British people. What about the needed reassurance to that same British, WHITE community whose very land has been polluted by the pus and bile of the MUSLIMS who have so carefully and strategically been allowed to fester within our midst. Why should, for instance, airline passengers all be targeted for a screen and search, when plain common sense dictates that only brown- and dark-skinned travellers need be checked ultra-thoroughly. As I have maybe stated before, there aren’t many 76-year-old White, silver-haired and bearded Geordie suicide bombers around, so why am I, and everyone other British-born white persons like me, searched so zealously before boarding an aircraft?

In a choreographed statement, the MUSLIM mayor of London has arranged for a six p.m. Farce in Trafalgar Square, where he, and all the other luvvies, fools and fellow-travellers will light their f**king candles, and make the heart-shapes with their hands, to show that #wearenotafraid, and all the other liberal bullshit. Another glorious WASTE; of time, of diesel and petrol, in order to tell each other that just one or two MUSLIMS who want to kill and maim do not, and cannot ever, represent the minds and thoughts of the 2.5-odd Million Muslims, who actually are kind of nice, and decent, and hard-working, and honest, and law-abiding: and who would never, ever, harm a single hair on our stupid, trusting ‘effing heads: despite the calls from their bloody prayer book to use a sword, and kill the Kuffar!

The seventeen million-odd who voted to get out of the EU voted for many, varied and complex reasons; but the one item which really resonates with most was never, ever mentioned in all the debates, tv discussions, hustings and activist get-togethers was the simple truth that EU migrants coming into Great Britain were never really an issue, except maybe for the scum and cess-pit dwellers from Romania and Bulgaria. The migrants from the Baltic States, from Poland, from Italy, France, Spain and Portugal and indeed from our former enemy Germany came in, and were welcomed, because they were not only of sturdy European stock, they spoke our language, they were and are super-industrious, they assimilated readily. A case in point is religion. Were readers aware that, throughout Northen Ireland and the Republic, congregations at Catholic churches have actually increased by a factor of three. The changing factor? Simply the huge influx of Polish people, strongly Roman Catholic, which has gone unnoticed except by those who look and search to see the truth. The real version of the ‘mass immigrants’ who turned those seventeen million towards leaving the EU was the fact that, Governments of both shades, but more heavily weighted on the Labour side, turned on the running immigration faucets from the Muslim nations of the Commonwealth, and the so-called ‘refugees’ from Afghanistan, along with those from Pakistan, homeland to so many who have been jailed for their part in the systematic rape of White British girls, and from Bangladesh.

Check out the districts heavily-populated by Muslims in Birmingham, in ‘Londonistan’ itself, and in places like Luton, Bradford, Rotherham and in the complexes around Manchester. There are literally no-go areas for both white women and for the Police.  The veils, the headscarves and the nauseating wails from the ‘effing minarets tell ordinary Englishmen that they are no longer welcome in their own towns, taken over by the Religion of Dominance, of Fear and of Terror.

We are lied to by the newspapers, by the broadcasters and of course by the people chosen carefully to both broadcast and print their twisted logic over the airwaves. The very morning after this Muslim (Muslim, not Islamic, but bloody Muslim) outrage, who gets prime time on the bloody BBC? Why its none other than the mealy-mouthed Brendan Cox, preaching that one murderous Muslim doesn’t represent all the thinking of the 2.5 million others. The same Brendan Cox who used his loudmouthed wife’s murder to instantly state that she died at the hands of a ‘far right winger’, when everyone else knew that he was a mentally-ill fruit-and-nut-case.

Katie Hopkins had it just about correct when she stated:-

This place is just like Sweden. Terrified of admitting the truth about the threat we face, about the horrors committed by the migrants we failed to deter — because to admit that we are sinking, and fast, would be to admit that everything the liberals believe is wrong.

That multiculturalism has not worked. That it is one big fat failure and one big fat lie.

President Erdogan of Turkey said there is a war being waged between the crescent and the cross. But he is wrong. Because the cross is not strong. We are down on bended knee, a doormat to be trodden on, a joke only funny to those that wish us harm.

The war is between London and the rest of the country. Between the liberals and the right-minded. Between those who think it is more important to tip-toe around the cultures of those who choose to join us, rather than defend our own culture.

She stated that these incidents are no longer unusual, but commonplace. How many more times? And how many more attacks must pass before we acknowledge these are no longer the acts of ‘extremists’? That there is no safe badge with which to hold these people at arm’s length, in the way the liberals casually use the term ‘far-right’ for anyone who has National pride.

These events are no longer extreme. They are commonplace. Every day occurrences.

These people are no longer extremists. They are simply more devout. More true to their beliefs. Beliefs which will be supported endlessly across our state broadcaster for the next few months until we buy into the narrative that one religion is not to blame.

That in fact we should blame Brexit supporters. For believing in a Britain. As it was before.

Anything but the truth.

This is why there is no anger from me this time, no rage. No nod for those who pretend we will not be cowed, even as they rush home to text their mum they are safe. No surprise that the city of which I was so proud is now punctured by fear, and demarcated even more formally by places we cannot tread; there were always parts in which a white woman could not safely walk.