Makes you want to weep

I was sent this recently, it originally came from a nationalist in America, who observes the slow descent into the abyss, for Britistan. Here is how he put it. I urge you to read it in full, the "objective" view of someone who does not live here, the view of someone not blighted by the Britistan Marxist defense of RACIST

She was the land where our language sprang, the home of our founding religions, the seat of Western culture, morals and ethics.

She laid the foundations of America's culture and identity. She produced most of the world's finest minds in literature, science and art, from Isaac Newton to Shakespeare, Dickens and gave us Sherlock Holmes.

The Tower of London, Jack the Ripper, Henry the Eighth, Queen Elizabeth and the fabled King Arthur all hailed from her.

Robin Hood's legend was born there as well.

She was the fountain of thought. Just a century ago, the sun never sat on the British Empire.

Hail Britannia........

And now she dies, to be lost forever, never to be retrieved.

She will take her place beside ancient Rome that lasted over 2,000 years, and Atlantis too, and the Egypt of the Pharaohs and the Pantheon of Greece.

Gone...

And was it some violent and unexpected deluge that killed her?

Was it the brutal conquest of an invading army? Was it nuclear holocaust?

Surely the country that had stood for almost 3,000 years must have been beaten in some epic struggle!!

But no….

It was none of these, nothing so noble.

Britain died from treachery...a treachery from within by the very men entrusted with her care.

She was invaded, flooded, inundated by the vast unwashed hordes of barbarians that she had fought so hard and for so many centuries to keep out. They had been invited in! And they came. By the thousands and then by the millions to take over and pollute the land.

In the space of just a few short years Britain lost her soul. Gone were the fresh-faced youths playing safely in her streets. Gone were the serene and clean countryside’s where Christian churches rang their bells every Sunday for the faithful. Gone were the private men's clubs where scholars talked into the wee hours about high philosophy.

Now came the rough savage beasts slouching from Arabia and Africa, bringing their tribal ways and hellish beliefs. The spires of the barbaric climbed into the morning sky of London as mosques sprang up across the land like spears sticking from a corpse.

And the gentle folk fled. By car and ship and plane they fled across the seas to other lands in search of some scarce refuge in a world gone mad.

The streets of England were now traps for the unwary, where gangs of fanatical Moslem youths and ghetto blacks lay in wait to rob, beat rape and kill, all in the name of their primitive moon god or just for greed/self gratification. The shops and stores were now covered in metal bars and grafitti. Bright centers turned to dark and dangerous ghettos overnight.

And all the while their corrupt leaders filled their pockets with foreign gold, paid to them for betraying their homeland. For what did they care for history or culture?

Wealth would always buy them another home in some far away land, where their deeds had not followed them.

So the vultures landed and began picking at her bones, bleeding her wealth away. Better by far that she had died in battle, fighting an enemy with honor, than to be humbled and broken from within by these dark maggots from Hell.

God looks down at her fate and those who raped her and the skies rumble ominously...
Hail Britannia...................

Makes you want to weep, well?? Doesn’t it?????

Veronica