Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Big Bending at the Waist





I have come to the conclusion that the British disgust me. The work of two world wars simply finished off a face which was started by Andrew Jackson at the Battle of New Orleans.

It is not wonder that men like Vladamir Putin exterminate with poison expatriots on London avenues when the British dog cowers under the American table, pretending to be financial top dog, with Americans now as mongrel as that thing which overthrew the last of their government from 1600 Penn Avenue.

The British used to be a splendid raping and murderous race. They preyed upon Europe and the world, but now they are nothing but faggots smouldering with far too many Islamic ticks sucking blood from their aging body.

The distress of this Ephraimite fall is of me, but then being Israelite of the Gileads, it is not that bothersome as what good is a Britisher now but a place to hang the crown Christ will return to take. What sympathy does one have for a coat  rack eh?

To think this was the race which butchered and bloodied the American clergy to start a Revolution. Which brutalized Americans for a generation, but now what is a British man, but something no British female would fuck as what is the point in procreating a doomed race of sodomites whose main thrust in life is a soccer ball.

I would that there were Britisher's in this world. Perhaps maybe a dozen whose sperm could impregnate all things pubic to menapausal to birth a hundred thousand warrirors a year for a decade to make the race of Nelson reborn, but that is a reality which could never be as it would require men, and if there were 10 men left in England, it would still have hope, but where is any man in that British land.

Granted a Rhodesian exile might fill in the fatherhood of a nation, but could one skirt enough twats to those far reaching areas to find such recluses or would it be a matter of more ovary eggs laid in vain hoping for a real man's sperm to impregnate them.

The Irish, Scottish, English and those Welsh things are a lost race. The best they could do is just jump off Dover and hope that some stalwart race would come and take possession of those isles.
Perhaps a remnant of Americans should be put there in place with good men and women, exiled from this organized Obama gulag, where a new race would appear upon the old race for the 22nd century, to conquer and rule a world of too overbred mobs that deserve to be culled and ruled by a people who were born to the task.

Yes, I pity the British of Margaret Thatcher, not that they have gone, but that these dogs have survived to pollute the memory of what was Churchill's finest hour. It would have been better that they had all perished when they were yet a race and not become a fiction like a Spartan.

Only if things had been what they were......only if the British by God still ruled the waves. Hell if only Hitler had not listened to Goebbels in the blitz, and let Rommel invade. Then England would have had all that nice Hanoverian cock breeding English twat for a masterful race.......instead of FDR with Stalin making Churchill bend at the waist.





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