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Throughout my time in British politics, I stumbled upon many white supremacists who supported the the Confederate States (U.S. Civil War), because of the South's supposed love of slavery. In reality, this was not what the U.S. Civil War was fought over, and this is another example of how history is written (and rewritten) by the victors. I strongly recommend reading, The Politically Incorrect Guide To The Civil War, by H.W. Crocker III.
You will likely be shocked by the true character of President Lincoln. Abraham Lincoln said the following in one of the Lincoln-Douglas debates:
"I will say then that I am not, nor ever have been, in favor of bringing about in any way the social and political equality of the white and black races - that I am not, nor ever have been, in favor of making voters or jurors out of negroes, nor of qualifying them to hold office, nor to intermarry with white people; and I will say in addition to this that there is a physical difference between the white and black races which I believe forever forbid the two races living together in terms of social and political equality; and in as much as they cannot so live. While they do not remain together, there must be the position of superior and inferior, and I as much as any other man am in favor of having the superior position assigned to the white race."
It would have actually been much more appropriate for those white supremacists to have supported Abraham Lincoln ("The North" - for the Brits), since he ran the country as a dictator (as did Adolph Hitler), and he held contempt towards "inferior" races. He merely freed the slaves to financially cripple The Confederacy. In fact, the war was won by starving the Southern states, despite the South having won most of the battles, and despite the Southerners being typically outnumbered 3-to-1.
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A couple of days ago, we were hit with an unexpectedly large amount of snow. We had journeyed to grocery shop in the early evening, before much snow could accumulate. By the time we had arrived at the store, the snow was falling heavily, and the roads were icy. We had grossly underestimated the weather. So we hurried into the store, and tried to get back home quickly. The rate of snow continued increasing rapidly as we traveled home.
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The highways were almost completely empty on the way home. None of the roads had been salted at all. There were some motorists who were traveling between 10 and 15 mph, due to their fear of the slick road conditions. They actually made the situation worse by keeping themselves in those conditions for longer, and by ensuring that other cars would soon be clustering close behind them. All of the cars were attempting to drive in the center lane, although it was impossible to see the lanes at all in many locations.
We were almost home when our front left tire briefly touched the icy mud between the highways (median area), and the sudden difference in traction yanked us off the road. The iced mud of the center median (grassy area between highways) was at a considerable angle, which caused the car to slide sideways in the same way that it was sliding forward. Our momentum pulled us to the center ditch, and up against the steel dividers. Fortunately, the front tire absorbed practically all of the impact, and we were unharmed. The car suffered from a ruined tire, and the front fender was obliterated, but these can be easily replaced. The way in which the tire took practically all of the impact, coupled with the fact that we still made it out of the ditch and home (without a scratch on us) shows that God was with us.
I hope to be writing more soon, and I have updated the photo's directory.
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We now have a new puppy by the name of Heidi. She is another German Shepherd mix, and she is believed to be around 2-months old. She is extremely friendly, and gets along really well with Zachary.
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It is strange to look back upon my past, and realize that I actually made it to adulthood. Later this month, I will become eighteen. To the teens in the UK, the eighteenth birthday is groundbreaking, because it indicates that a person is old enough to legally purchase alcohol. To those in the United States, it means that they can legally smoke, and they will soon be graduating from high school. For me, it means something different. There were many times in the past when I thought that I would not live long enough to become eighteen, and if I did; I would be politically prominent. I am thankful that both of these predictions were false.
My political career came to an end when I was fifteen, though my interest in politics never truly died. I merely came to realize that no person can make a difference through politics without the approval of the government. We do not have the democratic system that the media would have us believe. This realization was depressing, but I now feel the world can be saved in a similar way to that which I attempted to achieve throughout politics. The process would be similar; as it would require inspiring the people to stand together. It would require changing the moral of the people, and such could be achieved if they were given a true leader. Just maybe it is something that I will give another shot at in the future, although never directly through politics again.
Reaching what society considers adulthood is disturbing for me, because I grew up with so many negative role-models that I resent the change; due to a fear of becoming as evil as they were. I suppose you could compare me to Peter Pan, with my unwillingness to numerically age. In this era, it has become increasingly difficult to find adults of conscience, or those who are truly willing to think for themselves. Generally speaking, it seems that they feel the need to consult FOX for help in making decisions. I find it rather frightening, and I hope that my generation will be more rebellious and free-minded than that. I know that I will certainly try hard to make sure that I do not become one of the typical modern adults.
My birthday will technically mark the day that I become one day older (not a year), than on the day prior; but society will look at me differently. It will ask for more personal responsibility, and it will require either schooling, or a place of work, in order to acknowledge the new adult as 'good'. The way in which society perceives a person based upon the counting of his days since birth is really interesting; especially when the adult is required to be 'normal' to be approved as a positive member of the community. Of course, normal is quite far from good. If we had always had only 'normal' people, then we would have had no leaders, no engineers, or great explorers. Many of them were dismissed as crazy, and sometimes this continued for a while after their deaths. Yet, society has never learnt from the pattern.
I do not plan to become drunk on my birthday, as I am proud to be abnormal. Neither do I have plans to go to college, for no amount of indoctrination, or paper qualifications will define who I am, or how people should perceive me. I do not intend to work in retail, or to work for somebody; because I intend to be something more than the average drone. Despite everything, I still have a lot of ambition, and I think that my time in politics helped to bolster it. Because of this, I would like to thank all of my previous audiences, fellow-speakers, and organizers of the BNP for what they helped me to be.
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I am sorry to anyone in the local area who has been looking for our magazine, but it looks like the process of getting Naturally Good Magazine into stores will take longer than we anticipated. We have been flooded with paperwork from several corporations and we are awaiting their approval. Corporations have a habit of taking their time on things like this.
We were really hoping and expecting (from what we were told) that we could get into stores this month, but that looks iffy at best right now. I'll post updates when I can find the time.
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For about a week we have visited retail locations throughout our state hoping to convince managers to accept our magazine into their stores. The results have been very unexpected. From most of the retailers, we received the canned (almost robotic) answer, "You must speak with corporate". Nobody wants to be the person who makes a decision anymore; not even the official company "decision makers". Perhaps most people nowadays are just cowards, or maybe they are just so brainwashed by their system that they can no longer place any value into their own opinions, or trust what their own eyes tell them. It initially seemed impossible to get a definitive answer from anybody. The closest we came was a likely "yes" from a national pharmacy chain. How is that for irony? When we contacted various corporate offices, we were told to speak to 3rd-party distribution vendors instead of them. Incredible does not describe it.
The irony was just beginning. Eventually, we tried our luck with local area Walmart stores. They gave "yes" and "no" answers (actually, only "yes" answers so far). This so-called "evil" retail giant was the only one with managers who were brave enough to accept our unique magazine, and they actually made independent decisions like managers are supposed to do. Walmart managers are not afraid to work with us because Walmart gives them a certain amount of local control, and Walmart apparently has old-fashioned respect for its employees and their local communities.
There has been a lot of bad press surrounding Walmart for years, but I am beginning to wonder if much of it is the result of Walmart's success. It is much easier to pick on Walmart than smaller companies. Practically all retail chains are known to treat their workers poorly, and purchase most of their products from China. Funnily enough, it is just Walmart that seems to get attacked for it. There were actually dozens of competitor companies that sold out their country to China long before Walmart began selling Chinese items, and now Walmart must do it as well to compete against them.
We had expected Walmart to be the hardest store to convince, but this has not been the case. Local Walmart stores should be carrying the magazine within two weeks. We hope to expand to nationwide distribution, which could happen within 6 months, but right now; we are just at the stage of having a regional "test market" to see how well the magazine sells. If the reactions we have seen are indicative, then it will be difficult to keep the magazine stocked on the shelves.
It has been really exciting for all of us.
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I am sorry to say that I have left this blog in a rather abandoned state for quite some time now. This is mainly because I have been so busy with the magazine, including making phone calls to printers and advertisers. However, I do get some free time and I will try to dedicate it to getting this blog more up to date.
I have spent a lot of time delving into my past recently, from new perspectives. I don't know if I still have some readers from Eckington School, but I have been thinking about them considerably recently. Perhaps it is due to slightly elevated stress levels, or just writing articles about societies' broken teenagers; but it seems strange how much things have changed in just a few short years. I spoke to an old friend on Tuesday, who told me that "things change and people grow". From my experiences in Britain, I imagine that the people who I went to school with are probably growing in-line with state approval. Most of them are in college, receiving an 'education' which teaches guilt and cowardice. One that teaches them to abide by the rules, instead of the rules of conscience.
I can only hope that after the school that we went to, and the influences that we had on each other; my schoolmates will probably be a little more prepared to stand against indoctrination than most out there. Those who have taken history lessons, will no doubt have very little knowledge of history other than world war one and two...and a deep look at black slavery in the USA. Those who took geography, may have great difficulty finding their next vacation spot on a map; but they will be well educated on the politics of that country and how we should be forcing our idea of civilization and democracy onto them in an invasion... liberation if they do not comply. Those of you that went on to study psychology will probably learn the best ways to make a person feel inferior, and how harmless it is to label somebody...but you will never learn how to really cure someone of a mental illness(without drugs) like the famous psychiatrist Dr.Carl Jung did years ago.
Many of my old friends have dropped out of college, and gained jobs in the real world. While the educational establishment that you dropped out of may look down on you for it, I respect you..and I am glad that you are willing to think for yourselves and make decisions based on personal choice.
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In August, people in the local area will be able to get copies of Naturally Good Magazine. We hope that it will eventually have nation-wide distribution. It is something I have been working upon with my family, and it is one of the reasons why I have been so busy recently. Feel free to view the cover of the premier edition, and our leading stories at the Naturally Good Magazine site.
Every article in the magazine will be posted with loose copyright restrictions to the Internet, because it is grossly immoral to restrict health information from people for the sake of greed. Most other publishers do not exactly espouse the good Samaritan approach. This is merely one of many ways in which our magazine is far from being a typical publication.
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We recently returned from our vacation in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. We spent 8 days there, and had a glorious time. I will be adding more photos later, along with some video clips. I have not made any postings for a month or so, since we have been incredibly busy. However, I do have a few articles that I have been working on, and I will post them throughout the next week or two.
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I was searching the internet today for the local restrictions on open burning, when I came across something that I could not help but mock. In bright red letters on the Davie County governmental website was: "Water Restrictions - Stage III Now In Effect". Wow. Stage III sounds worse than DEFCON 4, or even the "Terror Alert Level". This would not be so crazy if there were really a drought, or if it had not been raining over the past few days. Even more rain is predicted over the next couple of days, and the ground is already saturated. Reading the actual provisions of the water restrictions served only as further amusement.
No person shall:
(a) Water lawns, grass, trees, shrubbery, flowers, golf greens, or vegetable gardens except between 5:00 p.m. and 12:00 a.m. on Wednesday and Saturday.
(b) Introduce water into wading pools or swimming pools except to the extent necessary to replenish losses due to evaporation or spillage, and maintain operation of chemical feed equipment.
(c) Use water to wash down outside areas such as sidewalks, patios, driveways, or for other similar purposes.
(d) Introduce water into any decorative fountain, pool, or pond except where the water is recycled.
(e) Serve water in a restaurant or similar establishment except upon request.
(f) Use water for any unnecessary purpose or intentionally waste water.
(g) Wash the exterior of a motor vehicle except where 50% or more of the water is recycled, or where a private well water system is used.
I was completely unaware that water worked more efficiently on Wednesday and Saturday than other days. I am almost speechless about the restaurant rule. One has to wonder exactly what the officials were drinking, and we know that it was not water. I am also having trouble understanding exactly what unrecycled water is. You see, I was always taught the rather ludicrous idea that all water is recycled through the hydrologic cycle. Ever since junior school, I was taught this concept, which is demonstrated in the graphic below.
Perhaps British education has not caught up with the Davie County Schools in regards to unrecycled water. I am thankful to Davie County for correcting me about the errors of my beliefs. Now I know that neither nature nor God recycles water, and I will have to do it myself in order to wash a car.
I thought about producing my own water distillation device (pictured left) for recycling water which had been used elsewhere, but then a terrible realization hit me. It was another crazy idea, for distillation uses the same principle as the hydrologic cycle, and would therefore be impossible.
So, I am appealing to the readers of this blog to educate me. How can I recycle all of my water; in accordance with Davie County government, and without use of the old fashioned system mentioned above? Until then, I have disabled Javascript on my web browser so that I am not in violation. (The message disappears whenever Javascript is disabled, meaning that only Javascript users are subject to the water preservation measures.)
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I recently had a dream which troubled me until Thomas helped me to understand it. The dream presented my history with the BNP (British National Party) in a way that I had neither considered, nor wanted to admit.
While I do not intend to fill up this post telling about the details of that dream, I think that the revelation which came afterward is something many readers will find interesting.
When I started in the British National Party, I had very noble intentions. I naively believed that I could save the world from itself through politics, and that I would do it in less than ten years. I believed that I could save a world that did not wish to be saved, and a people who were oblivious to their own wrongdoing. I felt that I had a duty to do what nobody else could.
The first meeting I ever attended had around 50 individuals, and the public speakers included Nick Griffin, Nick Cass, and Ian Smith. I had just turned twelve-years-old. I found the speeches to be boring and repetitious, but I nevertheless loved the fraternal atmosphere. The excitement of it fueled my adrenaline, and I felt immediately accepted by the group. I did not sense anyone being patronizing of my age, and all the participants seemed to hold a mutual respect. I spoke to the chairman of the British National Party, Nick Griffin, at the end of the meeting, and I told him of my views. I told him about my own experiences with different cultures, and how I felt that they were alienating my own. I believed that Britain's Christian history contained much better times, and it was a far better country to reside in during those. I wanted to help Britain return to the Christian country that it once was. He seemed impressed by my outlook, and I eventually sat down with some more experienced members. My father and Nick spoke after that, and I was invited to speak at the Red, White, and Blue festival. From then on, my social life would revolve around politics. Believing that I was at the beginning of my quest to save the world, I dedicated everything to the British National Party. Most importantly, I dedicated time, and friends. I was the only twelve-year-old who would prefer to invest time in a leafleting campaign than attend a sleepover. My speech at the 2003 Red, White, and Blue was where I first made a name for myself, and for a while; everyone knew who I was. Many of the 2,000 listeners still remember my speech, and it was an experience that meant more to me than anything else.
Throughout the next year, I heard the term 'power' frequently; usually in reference to where we were headed. We would gain 'power' in parliament; and when we got this 'power', there were lots of changes that would be made. While love is the opposite of power, my love of country, and all the initial reasons why I joined the BNP were rapidly fading into the shadows.
"Where love rules, there is no will to power, and where power predominates, there love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other."
-- Dr. Carl G. Jung
Perhaps the change that politics brought upon me is normal, not just in the British National Party, but politics as a whole. Ironically, my speeches discussed the love of my country, whilst I began focusing on the prospect of winning council seats and gaining power. I learned to despise career politicians, especially those from opposing parties. In retrospect, I do not think that these emotions were unjustified, as many of these politicians have continually labored to erode the freedoms of the people they pretended to serve. In fact, the biggest problem with the British government is that it does not represent the people, but instead it continually removes civil liberties under the guise of protectionism.
The change that took place within myself was eventually projected into my speeches. By the time I turned 14, I frequently recited the party's strategies for avoiding 'ethnic cleansing', and intentionally provoked the passions of my listeners. Those speeches inspired many, and tremendously aided in funding efforts, but my intentions were no longer pure. I believe that at this time my belief system which once revolved around patriotism had become warped into the politics of hate. The politics of hate is the politics of fear. Nearby hate can always be found the love of something that people believe is vulnerable, and are afraid of losing. The result of mass fear is eventually mass rage, especially when the fear is exploited politically.
I progressively lost track of what was happening, and eventually I began to hate even some who were innocent. Sometimes these were other races, or cultures; even though the people who were truly responsible for the national problems were the politicians in high places. The guilty were the treasonous politicians who created and used the problems to cement their power, while pretending that they, and their solutions, were our only hope. Government was never the solution, for it intentionally creates the problems to justify its own existence. Its newest business venture is, of course, terrorism.
The British National Party had begun to appear in the news media more often, and society progressively began to accept it as an electable political party. Meanwhile, my trust for Nick Griffin strengthened, and I believed that we would soon gain power with him as our leader. My naive attitude would be proven wrong at each election. Whilst we did win council seats, we failed to ever gain a single MP (Member of Parliament). We all knew that the elections were a fraud, and were rigged beyond belief; but the subsequent demoralizations did not cause us to waver in fighting.
By the time I resigned from my political career, I had become a mere tool for gaining money in election campaigns. In retrospect, I believe that I began my political life as a young girl, who was merely trying to do the right thing, and who loved the acceptance of the group. Eventually, I grew into a teenager who was taught to crave power, and who allowed herself to be used for Nick Griffin's financial gain.
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As mentioned many times elsewhere, Iain Cain is the man who I fled from when I came to the United States. I once called him a father, which is something none of his children are willing to do anymore. I realized he was a sociopath long before fleeing. He had always been a bit of a sexual pervert, but as I grew into puberty, he became worse in proportion to his involvement in a Satanic religion. He now satisfies his pedophilic yearnings with the ladyboys (boys in drag) in Thailand, and he is even featured in a digital movie about his "experience" in Thailand, which is viewable on the internet.
Iain Cain has been a text-book sociopathic abuser for as long as I can remember. He does what all sociopathic abusers do. He attacks, marginalizes, and discredits his victims without any sense of remorse. He actually succeeded in convincing my mother that she was crazy, before driving her to suicide. He still belittles her and her life twelve years after her death, because she took away his power to control her when she died, and it is another way of hurting me. This is what drives these type of people: power and control. All they understand is jealously and self-service. I can barely imagine his rage and jealously if in the future I marry someone. I wonder if, in his twisted mind, it would make me "unfaithful" to him, and you do know what I mean.
He still cannot leave me alone. So desperate is he to marginalize me, and make me seem crazy, that he has created an online profile impersonating me. He boasted of it in an attempt to upset me. He even paid someone to help him create it. The profile is just too well done to be Iain's work. He has great difficultly with even simple English, and no comprehension whatsoever of capitalization. He is totally devoid of creativity making it quite obvious that he hired someone to help him. He has no real friends who would help for free. Their creation is exceedingly well done. His bizarre two-dimensional Sarah is so well done that even I had a great laugh about it. (Iain, you got your money's worth.) The profile they created is not likely to stay up for long, so I have included a couple of screen-shots for you to see this masterpiece for yourself.
You Just have to see this:
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Over the past couple of days, I have been designing business cards which will be placed locally. They provide information for youths to contact me, in order to become involved in the abuse support group. They feature an image of one of our adult 'attack' bunnies, and have a visually appealing background. If you live in the area, then you will probably see one of these cards around.
Thomas helped in the graphical design of these cards, using 'The Gimp', which is an open source editing program.
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Christmas is an interesting time of the year. It is when most adults take time to indulge in fond memories of their childhood, and look back to the Christmas that they dreamt about as children. Some parents expend lots of effort trying to make certain their children have the Christmas that they wish they had been granted.
For those who have migrated abroad, it seems to be the time when they miss home the most. I have read through forums, and engaged in phone calls with people who have the unanimous opinion that Christmas will never be the same while they are so far away from what they still consider 'home'. Nobody seems capable of replacing the smells and sounds that were present in their childhood homes: whether it is British mince pies with Christmas crackers, the Australian beach, or sugar cookies.
I did not miss home at Christmas at all last year. I did not wish for a family gathering, nor did I wish for a Christmas dinner. I had just left my beloved homeland under the worst of circumstances, so there were too many open wounds for me to face Christmas. In fact, I felt so embattled that I really did not wish to hear from anyone in England. I did not wish to be reminded of what I had been through. On the 25th of December 2006, it was my first Christmas, in a very long time, that I was not afraid, alone, or distraught. Most of you cannot know how such a transition feels. Let me tell you; it feels great. Of course, as time moved on; so did I. The dread of my family, and certain old colleagues seems to have slowly drifted into mere memories. Now I have begun to join others in longing for home. I never enjoyed Christmas in England, except for my early years with my mother and brothers, so my homesickness seems unjustified. Yet there will always be some things that I cannot help but desire.
Mince pies are one of those things. These are so common in Britain that no Briton would ever consider having a Christmas celebration without them. Over the last few weeks, I have come to realize that these are not something one can buy in a regular North Carolina grocery store. I realized that I would have to make my own, and this is something that I have never heard of anyone doing. Mince pies contain mincemeat, which is not to be confused with minced-meat. The so-called mincemeat is a culmination of different fruits and spices encased in pastry pie shells. They actually contain no meat at all. I have been considering adding a recipe page for them to this blog, which would contain some of the other all-natural recipes which we enjoy. I have no idea yet if this family will enjoy them. In fact, due to the challenging nature of this endeavor; I have no idea if even I will like them.
Christmas crackers are something that I cannot make alone. They are called crackers because of the noise that they produce, and do not actually contain edible crackers. They are so difficult for me to describe that I have included a photo to the right of this, to ensure that you understand what I am referring to.
In case you really have no clue of the purpose of Christmas crackers, I shall explain the process. It is usually just before dinner when one person and a partner each grabs opposite ends, and then they both pull. The cracker makes a noisy bang as it separates. Whoever gets the larger end of the cracker keeps the small toy included inside its middle section. There is also usually a Christmas hat, and a joke enclosed. We will have them this year. I think that I am, on several psychological levels, just trying to bring a little bit of a British Christmas to America. I do not think that there is anything wrong with that.
I hope that all the readers of this blog enjoy a Merry Christmas.
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