The real slaves. Where is their monument to be?Just how do you start an article, when you are full of rage at the stupidity and perfidies of our so called "
great and good"? Well at the beginning I suppose.
It seems that the reason the Black African colonisers of
Our Country hack each other to bits, rape and murder us in our hundreds and thousands, is down to the fact that once upon a time in a country far, far away, in a time long, long ago, there was slavery.
Now, I will not bore you with the truth of the slave trade. I will not bore you with the details that it was
black selling
black in Africa. Or that the
Arabs were the main traders of both black and white slaves. It has all been done before. You know the truth.
Sarah Maid of Albion has written some excellent articles on the subject that you can read
here and
here if you are so inclined.
But the truth, as all Nationalists know, is no defence in these all so politically correct times, where up is down, black is white and good is most certainly bad. The big lie must go on until finally it is accepted as truth by the sheep people who swallow the lies of the
elite by reading the propaganda published in their newspapers and broadcast on their TV stations.
And the reason for my rage is? Well it is the
dog vomit statement made by
Lady Davson, a descendant of the Abolitionist
William Wilberforce who helped bring about the end of slavery in those parts of the world controlled by the British Empire back in 1833.
She said: "The white population of Great Britain has got to be on its knees to make things right. The apology should be visible to show we accept that we effected the most awful wounds on a huge number of people."
Because once upon a time, the evil of slavery existed(and still does in Black and Arab lands) she want you, me, I, whatever, to "
really have to grovel" to make amends, because by all accounts her husbands ancestors once owned sugar estates in Guyana. Well my Lady, please pardon my language but "
go get one of those large sugar canes and shove it right up that place where the sun does not shine".
You see My Lady, the only way, you and your kind will get a
True Brit on his knees is to beat him to them. And to do that you are going to need a big, big stick. But I warn you, it will not be enough to beat a True Brit to his knees. You will have to kill him, because once he gets up he will topple you and your kind into the sea and you can swim back to Guyana to enjoy the delights of a Black Third World culture of barbarism.
But as I cut n paste the statements from the article that has enraged me, whose name do I spy? None other than the Mayor of London, serial adulterer, would be hit man and proven liar,
Boris Johnson. Mayor of Londonistan.
Now Boris is the political equivalent of litmus paper and will change his political colour to suit that of those he is currently speaking to. When with the Moslems, he is proud of his Islamic origins.
Now speaking about slavery, it seems that he is also the descendant of a slave. A BBC investigation found this story to be untrue. Thank God that
Richard Barnbrook of the
BNP, is there to keep an eye on this Walter Mitty character at the London Assembly.
Boris and the Lady, were speaking at the
Memorial 2007 event which is planning to raise £1.5 million pounds to erect a huge statue in Hyde Park of the model seen in the following image.
Lady Betrayer and Turkish Boris helping spread the new truthNow in closing there is something I would point out to the Lady and her kind and I ask you also to think about it the next time you visit one of England's Great and Stately Homes.
As you travel up the miles long, tree lined drives and wander through the huge dining rooms, gasp at the beauty of the ballrooms remember this. These Great Stately Homes and estates were build on the backs of down trodden True British Workers.
Workers, including women and children who
toiled underground, pushing drams laden with coal in front of them. Workers slaving in cotton mills, children
crawling up chimneys to clean them. Oh and did they die.
They died in darkness for the rich owners to live in their grand estates in the Sun.
And how were these workers housed and fed? They lived in houses owned by the pits and mill owners that they would be evicted from should they complain. They were paid in Company Tokens that they could
only spend at Company shops where the prices were higher.
Lady Davson and her kind should be begging the forgiveness of us, the
True Brits. For it was
our ancestors who were the real slaves and it was them that build this country for us. Not for the new enrichers and alien colonisers.
And these "
noble" families with their great estates should be careful in what they say, because if one starts digging into
Land Reform, one will see that over
70% of the land in
Our Country is owned by a tiny percentage of the population. Land that belongs rightly to the True Brits.
The UK has 60 million acres of land in total.
- 70% of the land is owned by 1% of the population.
- Just 6,000 or so landowners -- mostly aristocrats, but also large institutions and the Crown -- own about 40 million acres, two thirds of the UK.
- Britain's top 20 landowning families have bought or inherited an area big enough to swallow up the entire counties of Kent, Essex and Bedfordshire, with more to spare.
- Big landowners measure their holdings by the square mile; the average Briton living in a privately owned property has to exist on 340 square
No wonder the "elite" wish to "
smash the fash"
British National Party with their pathetic red army of the
UAF. They see the storm clouds on the horizon. They know that the
British National Party of today is the equivalent of those organisations created centuries ago to win real rights for
True British Workers. Workers betrayed by the money grubbing slugs of
New Labour and the trade unions. Betrayed by the inheritors of blood money and lands who rule what used to be an honourable Conservative Party.
So if you are on your knees, then up off them. Stand in line with the members of the
BNP and help sweep the rubbish away or die with the memory of how our ancestors toiled not just for the "elite" but our future.
Hat tip: ANCIENT BRIT