Right, before we start, a warning on how to read this article.
You are nationalists, you are a bit, if not considerably brighter than most of the other light bulbs in the room and so you should understand the following and where I am coming from.
Now, most of us are open, honest people and are not familiar with the dirty game that politics is.
Not can be, but is. So be aware of that fact. If you are an activist of any nationalist party you are now involved in sadly a dirty game that only our victory can make clean.
I have written about Carpet Baggers and I have warned you about Facebook, Forums and Chat Rooms. Now it is time to talk about the dirtiest scum of all - The Infiltrator. Unless of course he is one of "ours" in which case "The Infiltrator" is an hero.
A nation can survive its fools, and even the ambitious. But it cannot survive treason from within. An enemy at the gates is less formidable, for he is known and he carries his banners openly. But the traitor moves among those within the gate freely, his sly whispers rustling through all the alleys, heard in the very halls of government itself. For the traitor appears not traitor, he speaks in the accents familiar to his victims, and he wears their face and their garments, and he appeals to the baseness that lies deep in the hearts of all men. He rots the soul of a nation, he works secretly and unknown in the night to undermine the pillars of a city, he infects the body politic so that it can no longer resist. A murderer is less to be feared." - Cicero, 42 B.C.Now the following information is a mix of my own experiences and those of a kinsman well versed in the purpose of methods of "The Enemy Within".
An infiltrator has one aim and that is to break a group down, he will usually start at the bottom of a group and befriend those he sees as the vulnerable?
He watches the ones that sing ,the ones that talk the friendly ones, the bottom of the pack. All the time he watches and listens.
Once this stage is completed, the infiltrator is half way there.
He becomes good friends at first with lower cards in order to get amongst the Jacks, Kings and Queens.
After his honeymoon period he will start asking questions, because he has got trust from the minor league players and will move up a level once he has got half way up the pack.
At this stage the aim is to break down the minnows, the ones at the bottom that he first befriended.
This is done by rumours and back stabbing and the infiltrator will always go for the ones less educated, the ones he thinks are the most susceptible to his poison. Usually the most important soldiers of any army. The poor bloody infantry(PBI) - the activists who always leaflet, always there on the streets. Always loyal, open and honest and usually blind to how politics operate.
Once the infiltrator has slotted in with the top pack he will always come out with new ideas, usually to break traditions and proven methods and to make the small players turn against each other. He becomes the office manager that no one likes, always giving orders and forcing the foot soldiers to fade away and leave.
Once at the Top Level, The Infiltrator's job is done he switches to brainwash mode, he has gained a position of trust and by his split level decision making he will convince most of the top pack he is right when making bad deliberate decisions because he is articulate, determined and persuasive and could probably sell sand to the Arabs. The guy is good at his job - destruction.
Once in this position the infiltrator becomes disliked by a lot of the Kings and Queens and the Ace is isolated and blind to what is happening and left wondering: "What the fuck is going on. What has gone wrong?"
The Infiltrator has done his job, he has almost single handedly, destroyed a once successful organisation and their moral. And as there are no longer the activists on the ground, the foot soldiers, the ones that deliver,the ones that tell it to the people, the organisation withers and dies.
The Infiltrator will then fade away, going back to the enemy with the knowledge he has took the organisation back years. It has lost its customs, its traditions, its trust and poisoned its roots, making it hard to win back its core business giving the enemy the upper hand for a good few years and so the cycle repeats. But this time, there will no be no more turn of the wheel. The end game is almost upon us.
Infiltration has been around for centuries be it in business,religion or politics. On this road be cautious be careful and always sniff out the bad guy from day one, because if you do not, your walls will come tumbling down and your organisation will fail and this time we have no time to win the people lost back. We must not let them be lost in the first place.
Now, I realise writing this article, is that the profile of The Infiltrator has a person, could match my personality. I would probably make a good infiltrator were it not that I do not believe in fighting under a flag I do not believe in. Doubt me. Question me. Question all those you doubt.
Now, I do not want or mean to set brother against brother or sister against brother, etc and I do not want you to become paranoid but look, listen and question decisions that you think are wrong.
Remember this. You are a True Brit. A Nationalist. You are not a sheep nor are you a puppet whose strings are to pulled by others. You can be led but you cannot be driven. You are a Patriot who wishes to be free - always act like one and be true to yourself and your proven kinsmen.