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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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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 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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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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I intend to soon begin leading a group, in order to help young people who have been effected by abusive relationships. It will be available for youths in Davie County, and its surrounding areas. The channels which I originally intended on using for this are temporarily closed to me, due to many of the local politicians and officials having dramatically serious issues with honesty. So deplorable is the honesty issue for the local power brokers that they are afraid of the words of this seventeen-year-old girl. I can imagine them cringing in rage even as they read this, and I know they shall. If there is anything I know about corrupt people: it is they are as predictable as they are shallow. The great tragedy of this situation is that most of the local people to whom I refer are involved in the welfare of children as part of their career; either directly or indirectly. Their attempts at preventing me from reaching young people in order to protect themselves from criticisms written on this blog is sadly business as usual for them. The infamous behavior of some of them somehow makes news in the local paper on a weekly basis, and so the taint of disgrace follows them. Every local reader will immediately know this particular group from the previous statement alone. Is it not telling? Thomas has told me that he is certain a couple of these people are not too bad morally, so I must wonder the personal price paid by the good ones for their guilt-by-association. It is often said that power corrupts, but this is only half of the truth. The missing part is that it is those who are the most corrupt who seek power the most aggressively. Abuse is always about power: creating power, and maintaining power.
I am aware that I have hundreds of young readers of this blog. If you are one of those people, and you would like to be part of the discussion group about abuse, or even speak to me privately, then contact me. You can find my contact information on this blog. You may also call me at: 336-936-0018. Please do not hesitate to call, write, or message me. I can promise you that I will not lie to you, manipulate you, or betray your trust, and I make a bloody good friend. I also have no agenda, nor quota for destroying peoples' lives.
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We spoke to an agent recently who honestly explained how books such as ours make some publishers nervous in regard to the ever growing risk of defamation litigation. Our book cites real people who were involved in child sexual abuse, after all. Consequently, over the last couple of days, we have been researching our defamation liability in regard to individuals who are discussed in the book. As you might imagine, researching legal statutes and case law has not been exactly enjoyable. It has entailed enormous frustration reading through tedious legal decisions. I feel relieved to have affirmed that we have legal immunity stemming from the almost unique circumstances of the book. We knew that we needed to build a defense before progressing any further in marketing the book.
The combination of circumstances behind my book combined with the legal protections of U.S. laws shields us from British libel laws which U.S. judges have called "repugnant to the policies of the United States". British law would never have allowed us to write the truth, and the truth is not even a defense for accusations of defamation in England. The truth can literally be placed on trial in England, and the truth typically loses. In fact, the outrageous libel policy of England is guilty until proven innocent.
You can read our statement of liability. It is a fascinating read, and we saw no harm in making this public for those interested. It may lessen the frustration of other authors who are researching similar issues.
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I have studied abuse, and I know of abuse most personally. When I lived in England a year ago, I was being stalked by an American Internet predator named Richard K. Huneycutt Jr., who lived only twenty miles from where I now live. It is fortunate that this piece of human garbage is now dead, because only death would stop him. I know how bad some of these people can be. Richard impersonated relatives to have my school and my doctors mistreat me. My abuser also broke into my computer to better control, monitor, and "discipline" me. Then he impersonated me using my own Internet accounts to toy with my friends, before actively working to destroy my reputations with them and various online groups. When he did eventually identify himself to my friends, it was only to goad them into exposing themselves nude before their cameras to him. He was age 34, and their ages ranged from 13 to 16. He denied it time and time again when later making amends with me, and piling on the "hey baby girl". I wanted to believe him so much that I was just his special "baby girl", and that he needed to keep check on me because he was so in-love with me. He managed to throughly manipulate me into defending him. My computer was seized, but I jumped through hoops to get the police to leave us alone. By the end, he had me cutting myself on camera for his viewing entertainment, and spanking myself for my "disobedience" (having an opinion). He contended that my bleeding was necessary, since according to him, the Bible demands that sin requires "blood sacrifice". He had become God in his own mind. It was amazing the relentless levels of psychological and electronic warfare he was able to reach. One of my phones rang every few minutes with him leaving threats, and we could not possibly block any of his calls because he was using an IP based calling system to bypass the normal telephone networks. It was all day and all night, every day for months. The telecommunications companies providing service in American and Briton were unable to do anything about it or even track which calls were his. Thomas still lives with the guilt of having taught Richard too much about computer security. Eventually, Thomas participated in some electronic warfare of his own to cause Richard some major problems, and stop the onslaught of harassment, but I cannot cite the details for obvious legal reasons. I can say that I was quite impressed. Nevertheless, my relationship (if you can call it that) with Richard continued for years, with the police doing nothing. Richard eventually beat me down to the point of being suicidal, but at this stage he could no longer control me. By this time, I had made sure that the situation was known about in the highest levels of both governments. My own father was working to discredit me with law-enforcement as "crazy", because he feared that someday I would testify against his own misdeeds. Sometimes I heard him listening outside my door as Richard and I talked. Fortunately, the police did not need to act, because Richard died unexpectedly.
I was looking through the local news today when I read that a local man had been charged with an Internet sex crime. He had apparently attempted to expose himself to a fifteen-year-old girl. By the time that I had completed reading the article, I realized that the officers had likely broken more laws than the accused 'villain'. Real abuse is a lot more than just sexually-orientated conversations over the internet.
The Martin County Sheriff's Department in Florida had set up an internet profile on 'MySpace' in order to catch internet predators. Their profile displayed a 15 year old girl who wanted to talk, but it was the police who were waiting for somebody to talk with them. Eventually, a 21 year old local man took the bait. After he began an internet relationship with the girl, they contacted the Davie County Sheriff's Department to obtain a warrant which would allow them to seize his computer equipment, search his home, and arrest him. The man, Sean Farrell, was placed in Davie Detention Center with a $52,500 bond. He is being held there until he can be extradited to Florida.
I know first-hand that there are evil monsters who do not deserve mercy. I have met a few of them. From the little information that I have, it does not look like Sean is one of these monsters. His only crime seems to be exposing himself online to a minor, and he is only 21 years old himself. How many fifteen-year-old Internet using girls are there who do not already know what a naked guy looks like? If the girl were real and 12-years-old, then we might have a real reason to call this guy a pedophile. We could have even gotten him the spiritual and psychological help he needed before he gave into the temptation to do something terrible. However, none of this applies to Sean. As it stands, this story was featured in the local newspaper destroying his reputation forever; before he is convicted of anything. What happens if the jury finds him innocent? Will the paper print a retraction along the lines of: "Oppps... our bad... Sorry to have destroyed your life"? Of course, they will never do it, and it is even possible they would lose no sleep over it. His life is destroyed at age 21, and for what? Because he flashed a girl? Are we expected to believe this would traumatize a girl for life?
I do not pretend to be an expert in American law, but Thomas has studied criminal law, and he told me some interesting facts concerning this case. In the U.S., the document known as The Bill of Rights is considered something almost Holy. It is at the core of the country's constitution.
In the Bill of Rights, Ammendment VIII is as follows:
| "Excessive bail shall not be required, nor excessive fines imposed, nor cruel and unusual punishments inflicted." |
This was ignored when the $52,500 bond was put in place for Sean. It is quite obvious that this amount was intended to stop him from having an opportunity to be released. This guy did show someone his naughty parts after all, and can you think of any greater danger to the community? The only way this 21-year-old could have paid for this would have been by selling his house. One judge in this country actually told me that this is sometimes their motive in intentionally setting excessive bail.
Next, I want you to consider that he was baited up by the Sheriff's department, then he is being held, with little chance of release, before he is moved to another state for the "crime" that he committed here. Bear this in mind as you read what follows.
Amendment VI includes the following:
| "In all criminal prosecutions, the accused shall enjoy the right to a speedy and public trial, by an impartial jury of the State and district wherein the crime shall have been committed, which district shall have been previously ascertained by law, and to be informed of the nature and cause of the accusation; to be confronted with the witnesses against him; to have compulsory process for obtaining witnesses in his favor, and to have the Assistance of Counsel for his defense." |
One deputy told the local newspaper that Sean is being treated differently because they used a "fugitive warrant" to arrest him. This is so not right morally, legally, ethically, or any other way. I can only wonder at what excuses they have for claiming his Internet usage somehow qualified him as a fugitive. What state are we in when the people entrusted to enforce the law willfully ignore it?
In other words, the law enforcement agencies involved had better have really good lawyers. Otherwise, they will get eaten alive on this one. If they are somehow successful in their case against him, then Sean will go to prison for a long time, as if he had seriously hurt someone. When he gets out, the world will be a different place. Young people who are put in prison (often wrongfully) like this later feel more comfortable in prison than out in the real world. They then commit crimes in order to return to their 'home' in prison.
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It's been a long time since I have really talked about politics on this blog, but since working on Chapter 4 of my book,"Love: The Opposite Of Power"; my mind has refocused upon it. Lots of my more extreme views have changed and I know find myself focused on only truth, which is often an unusual partner in politics.
Although I do not have the urge to re-enter politics, it seems to be on my mind a lot more, and I care more than I have over the past 12 months. Mostly, healthcare is my main concern, but that is followed by other issues of importance, which are ignored by politicians over here for the sake of profit and big business. Now that I am more settled than I have been in many years, I find it much easier to place mind on the concerns of a country, and the world; rather than my own minute by minute problems.
While writing the book so far, I have remembered things that I did in the past, and remembered how I started in politics with good motivations. To help others, and the country as a whole, I figured that I could make a lasting difference. As time went on, my goals most certainly changed to self-orientated positions of prosperity and power. Despite this, I have now have similar visions that I had from the start, with more realistic views on the world. My views are not full of hate, but I have come to realistic conclusions that the western world is full of people in positions of power who care only about that and themselves. Unfortunately, I came to realize that you cannot save a world that does not want to be saved. Although that is still true, I will never condemn anybody for trying.
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This is an excerpt from Chapter 4. Note some editing may still be required, so read with patience.
Updated June 16th.
"The Dark Side of Politics"
By the age of 12, I was at my first British National Party meeting with about 30 in attendance. They were working class people. Some were football hooligans, and some were neo-Nazi supremacists. Nevertheless, this was a crowd that I found no problem working. Alongside these people was their political party chairman, Nick Griffin. He was a Cambridge University graduate with a degree in criminal law, and he seemed to shine above all who he led. I found him a difficult person to understand and became intrigued. I did not know why he would lead these people when he could have easily placed himself with upper class businessmen, which I assumed would have been more prized as political peers. I soon found myself speaking to him in a conversation lasting little more than 10 minutes. In the same manner as I had spoken to Matt Hale of the WCOTC, I boasted of our mutual frustration concerning the flood of illegal immigrants saturating the English population, the subsequent dilution of English culture, and our national sovereignty. My only knowledge of this political party was its stance on illegal immigrants, and it was enough information for me to know that these were people whom I could easily bond with. I still yearned to become a leader, and more importantly, I wanted to prove Maria and Gary were wrong about my failure as an individual without their help.
I disappeared to join another crowd when I noticed my father speaking to the chairman. This was a strange sight, since my father would have more easily meshed with the ordinary members, and he would have been more comfortable in their company, as they were generally less refined socially. However, I stayed back while they talked. Then my father approached joining me, asking if I would like to speak at the Red, White, and Blue. It was an annual BNP event occurring every August. I was naive of what this included, but I assumed that it was another meeting of the same size and stature, and therefore accepted his speaking invitation without much thought. I boasted about this opportunity to others, yet the person who remained the most excited was my father. He told me nothing of his clandestine conversation with Nick Griffin, nor the details of the event, which I was to attend, which left me quite unprepared for what was to come.
For the following two weeks, I prepared my first speech and basked in my potential popularity, as any teenager would have. I practiced my speech no more than 5 times, and composed it during the breaks of a daily soap opera. I did not expect it to be a large event, and felt not in the least intimidated. Nevertheless, I jumped about the house in excitement the day before we were to leave for the weekend event. I received a phone call from Chris Hartigan, the BNP's local treasurer, just before our departure. He asked me what topics my speech would include, and mentioned that several hundred people would be spectating. I remained fairly confident that I would not have problems. At least I attempted to convince myself of that. I began making frequent editions to my speech as my nervousness increased.
I arrived on Saturday with only hours remaining until I was due on stage. The turnout was significantly larger than anyone had expected. I was in the center of several fields along with two thousand others. My stomach became uneasy as I began to question my abilities on stage, revealing that I had never done public speaking before. I met a previous boyfriend who was also 12-years-old, who I had first met on an youth adventure holiday a year prior. I now had old friends and family watching my every move, and I knew that I would have to face them, even if I froze on stage. I sat on the front row of a large colorful tent, designed to hold around a thousand people, but many found themselves sharing seats throughout the overcrowded area. My ex-boyfriend, James, sat next to me as my hands violently trembled, and my stomach became increasingly uneasy. James moaned about how uncomfortable the small wooden benches were, but I paid little attention. I was horrifyingly fixated on the expectation of stage fright. I had never assumed that I might freeze on stage until my father sketched this idea in my mind throughout our journey. Back in 2003, I never believed it was intentional, but now there are doubts his motivations were honorable.
The announcer nodded to me, informing me that I was up next, and I felt my stomach turn. I was petrified and my hands were shaking. Before I knew it, I was introduced as the 12-year-old, Sarah, from Sheffield. I ascended 7 steps to the stage and shook the hand of a tall, slim man greeting me. I was not tall enough to reach the microphone, so he placed a metal toolbox on the floor for me to stand on. I was not embarrassed since fear had suddenly corroded away my pride. Stepping up onto the box, I began to speak.
| "My name is Sarah, and I'm 12 years old, and I came here to explain to you how our educational system is completely lost, yet there is still hope for our youth." |
My father stood in the crowd with a video camcorder, waiting for me to make a mistake with great expectation. That mistake did not come. I continued describing the downfall of the educational system, and heralded the bleak future that it would unleash upon our beloved Britannia. This was the core of my speech, as best I can remember:
| "The foundation of a nation's education is in its history, which has already been eroded, and worse, rewritten. We have a proud tradition of refined civilization, existing when most of the world used stones and clubs to commit routine tribal warfare, as it had for done for thousands of years. What had separated us from the savagery plaguing most of the world was English laws and traditions based upon Judah-Christian moral codes. Nations separated from conscience could no more expect to thrive than individuals could. Our universities were first spawned from the church during the medieval era, when each book was tediously copied manually by priests and monks. I dare say it, even in this era of political and moral cowardice, that Britannia was blessed throughout most of known history for what it was, and what it represented to the world. Our people were Christian, like every people who dwelt in thriving nations. The links between our faith and education, and ultimately the nation, can only be dismissed by fools.
In this era, faith issues, or lack of, are discussed in Religious Education classes required by all age groups throughout our governmentally-sponsored educational system. Over time, Religious Education has transformed from Christian studies into anti-Christian indoctrination. As you listen and reflect, you may soon discover how this forms a direct attack upon both our cultural values, and the sovereignty of our nation. Instead of learning from history, our educators and politicians are asking us to learn from, and to emulate the third-world, embracing their religions for the sake of multi-culturism. They rewrote history to portray us as the white devils who enslaved the world, but in most cases, we merely eliminated the law of the jungle elsewhere. We should feel proud that it was this nation which gave most of the world the concepts of legal codes and citizenship. Where ever our modern representatives' alliances lie, it is not with the people, nor the nation, nor our heritage, nor the truth. There is no legitimate education anymore. Education is now altering our proud history, and destructively re-engineering our culture in an Orwellian fashion. Geography lessons were once designated to teach children about geographical locations around the world, yet in modern classrooms, no maps are in site. Replacing them are posters of Rosa Parks and enslaved black men from the movie 'Roots', which all 14-year-olds are required to view. No purpose could lie in showing this film to children other than to instill them with white guilt, creating a generation of shameful cowards, terrified of following in their ancestors footsteps, and resentful of the civilization that their ancestors toiled many generations to build for them. Our sovereign nation, and our civilization itself are being assaulted. The situation is worse for children accused of 'racism' or 'bigotry', who are only guilty of having an unapproved opinion, or questioning the state of things. This creates a hostile environment for our brightest students. Historically, the core principal of all education was instead the development of critical thinking. Education never before taught us to become drones to self-defecating political propaganda, in fact, education was meant to yield the opposite. It did actually teach facts and critical analysis in previous times. Geography lessons nowadays are bombarded with the politics of countries around the world, including the Brazilian Favela's, and the Chinese one-child policy. Then teachers follow with the bitter irony of their 'citizenship' lessons, which supposedly teaches children how to be good citizens, but only from the view of the same people who are rapidly destroying what it means to be a citizen. During this class, children are encouraged to discuss the benefits of living in a multi-cultural society. In some cases, classes are utterly derailed onto the absurd topic of black slavery through America's early years. One must ponder the benefits of such education, and more importantly, what the ever more apparent motive is. The system in general, and in particular its demonization of anyone who might dissent, only further reinstates that our youths are alone in any rebellion against the nations' powerful elites. In fact, depression in adolescents is on the rise more than ever before, due in large part to the new teaching methods of an educational system put into place by the government who seems to have forgotten all of the values that we once stood proudly for. These are the people who began programs of sexual education for eight-year-olds, complete with pornographic demonstration videos showing in our schools. It is no exaggeration. Their multi-culturism is a guise for everything not Christian, while callously emphasizing Islamic studies. They purport this will make us a more tolerant people, as if the Islamic nations were known for their tolerance, and as if those nations were worthy of emulation instead of our's. The schools distribute Islamic Qur'ans everywhere as regular textbooks, while there is typically a single library Bible for an entire school, if one exists at all. Religious Education covers Buddhism, Hinduism, Judaism, Sikhism, and of course Islam. Our true national faith, which made us the great nation we once were, is almost forgotten. Traditional hymns sung at school assemblies and prayers were banned only because they might offend Muslims. Should our legal code be designed on the basis of satisfying Islam? Christmas plays were even banned, and we were forced to rename the holiday to ignore its true meaning, since Christ became threatening to the power structure. What are the powerful really afraid of, and why have we become a nation of cowards? So lost we have become, and so bad is the Religion Education program, that it has become increasingly occult, with discussions and institutional Internet links to paranormal material, such as those dealing with interaction with demons. Why is this accepted when it is equally atrocious to the Islamic faith, unless their goals are more sinister, as in the destruction of the culture which has bound us together for one and a half millennia? In regards to Religious Education, the Devil really is in the details. As we have become increasingly morally bankrupt, so has our economy. Crime has risen by the same proportion. Our politicians pander to the lowest classes of illegal aliens, granting them special privileges which loyal citizens are not privy to. Their orchestrated influx of cheap migrant labor has destroyed the working class, and the middle class. We can no longer fly British flags at our homes without special council planning permission, lest it be offensive to the people here illegally, and flags must be removed if any of these criminals complain defiantly about what we as a people represent. The enemy is not the different races or nationalities, but our cowardly brethren who pander to the lowest of them, or those who utilize them as indentured slave labor, expecting them to suck from our welfare system for critical needs as their profits soar." |
My short speech was soon a popular topic throughout the camp, and I was inundated every few minutes with men and women who wished to shake my hand. I had never experienced fame before, and this attention felt like love. Many members expressed appreciation and wanted to spend time with me. I was certain these people held a type of love for me, and I embraced it. I was tragically naive about politics and human nature. Instead of loving me, they loved what I could do, or more importantly, what I could do for them. I could gain them money and votes. I was their new weapon. I was to become their wonder kid. When I looked at them, I saw love, but when they looked at me, they saw power.
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I was at the Domestic Violence worker training last night, and unfortunately, we were given a lecture by a Judge who appeared to be sleaze. His joy in hurting others and damaging other peoples' lives was something that he boasted about. He said the things that he thought we wanted to hear. It really sickened me, but manipulated many of those whom I was with. He is the sort of respected person that I wanted to work with a couple of years ago, but now I don't even want to be around.
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I have been thinking about this post quite a bit today, and I have read it several times over; coming to the conclusion that this is not a relevant post to the Iraq war. This is however, more the sort of post that would be relevant to the hero's of decades ago - when we were fighting for freedom.
I guess when we impose democracy on Iraq by blowing up whoever does not agree with us...it doesn't really work.
Sarah
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Your alarm goes off, you hit the snooze and sleep
for another 10 minutes.
He stays up for days on end.
_________________________
You take a warm shower to help you wake up.
He goes days or weeks without running water.
__________________________
You complain of a "headache", and call in sick.
He gets shot at as others are hit, and keeps
moving forward.
__________________________
You put on your 'Anti war/Don't support the troops'
shirt, and go meet up with your friends.
He still fights for your right to wear that shirt.
__________________________
You make sure you're cell phone is in your pocket.
He clutches the cross hanging on his chain next to
his dog tags.
__________________________
You talk trash about your "buddies" that aren't with
you.
He knows he may not see some of his buddies again.
__________________________
You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty
girls.
He walks the streets, searching for insurgents and
terrorists.
__________________________
You complain about how hot it is.
He wears his heavy gear, not daring to take off his
helmet to wipe his brow.
__________________________
You go out to lunch, and complain because the
restaurant got your order wrong.
He doesn't get to eat today.
__________________________
Your maid makes your bed and washes your clothes.
He wears the same things for weeks, but makes sure
his weapons are clean.
__________________________
You go to the mall and get your hair redone.
He doesn't have time to brush his teeth today.
__________________________
You're angry because your class ran 5 minutes over.
He's told he will be held over an extra 2 months.
__________________________
You call your girlfriend and set a date for tonight.
He waits for the mail to see if there is a letter
from home.
__________________________
You hug and kiss your girlfriend, like you do everyday.
He holds his letter close and smells his love's perfume.
__________________________
You roll your eyes as a baby cries.
He gets a letter with pictures of his new child,
and wonders if they'll ever meet.
__________________________
You criticize your government, and say that war never
solves anything.
He sees the innocent tortured and killed by their own
people and remembers why he is fighting.
__________________________
You hear the jokes about the war, and make fun of men
like him.
He hears the gunfire, bombs and screams of the wounded.
__________________________
You see only what the media wants you to see.
He sees the broken bodies lying around him.
__________________________
You are asked to go to the store by your parents.
You don't.
He does exactly what he is told.
__________________________
You stay at home and watch TV.
He takes whatever time he is given to call, write home,
sleep, and eat.
__________________________
You crawl into your soft bed, with down pillows, and get
comfortable.
He crawls under a tank for shade and a 5 minute nap,
only to be woken by gunfire.
__________________________
You sit there and judge him, saying the world is probably
a worse place because of men like him.
If only there were more men like him!
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The British electorate seem to forget about what a democratic society is, whilst watching soap opera's such as "coronation street", "emmerdale", and all the rest; the public are brainwashed into thinking and believing that we live in a democratic society when if they look into reality for a short amount of time they will realise that such is not true.
British National Party leader Nick Griffin,amongst others was arrested for speaking the truth about the threat of inslam, to the right of this text you will see the people who remember what a democratic society is/was.
I urge everyone who reads this to get involved in nationalist circles to speak about the england of all and the preserve our lost heritage and culture.
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Obviously being female myself I do not intend to slag women off in any way, but i am trying to give this point in a non-bias way, from a neither female nor male point of view.
Getting to the point, not many women are involved in White Nationalism or British Nationalism, i think i have come to see why. No matter what country you are in, whether that be in the UK or the US or some other civilized white country you will know that there are "soups" on TV, which are reality TV shows, which include "coronation street", "emmerdale", "hollyoaks", "home and away", the list goes on, all of these style television programs have hidden messages behind them.
These hidden messages are pieces of propaganda put in there by the labour party who intend to bring us down and lower our economic and industrial society as well as our standard of living so we are the same as those in third world countries.
All of these soups are usually watched by females, they even have a power to become "addictive" in a sense, some women rush home from work to watch one of these brainwashing programs, inside their are stories about black lads getting bullied because of the colour of their skin, but never about anti-white victimization. Inwhich case it makes the white female somehow feel ashamed that she is white and that she has everything to apologize for to every negro that happens to be near, to every sub-human species that is lower in IQ than the White man.
The white male does not tend to watch programs of this nature unless forced to by the women in their life whilst eating supper! Besides this, it seems to me than men are fall less gullible, they back up things with personal experience and wisdom rather than believing everything that they are told by some media/press source. Men are reluctant to believe just what they are told, and, because of this they get involved with white/british nationalism as a revolt against what ppl are trying to force down their throats.
Television is becoming less and less popular, mainly because the things on TV are getting too unrealistic to believe and too censored to be any good, all good movies end up being banned before they get anywhere near like coming out at cinema screens. This is a reason why more and more women are getting involved with the right, they are not being brainwashed.
Better still, the real hope comes from the youth of today, the education system is so corrupt the youth are not falling for it, you may not believe me now, but recent polls show that the majority of school children are wanting to vote for a nationalist party, primarily the British National party.
This is because inside schools kids are taught that diversity works and that everyone is equal and that being White is a bad thing, yet when they hit the streets 2nd and 3rd generation Muslims are after kicking them dead or stabbing them because they are White and integration does
not work!
So, a note to all those reading this - the best is yet to come!
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I am recieving death threats at the minute day-in, day-out. These are all due to my political beliefs, these dont really bother me, usually i just laugh it off, it's an easy thing to.
Yet when i am getting slagged off by my own kind aswell it brings me down an awful lot so that i find it difficult to stand back up again, all angles attack me so much so that i don't know where to move sometimes. i guess sometimes i am in need of reassurance, i can live without it - but,it would be nice!
I guess i should expect it really, seen as i am involved with politics, but, it seem ridiculous when your own people can only come up behind your back and stab you in it. But you just gotta keep on moving i guess. That is what i shall do - it is what i have done all my life when i do not know who to turn to.
Liz
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Today; as you all know it is election day, due to this people all across Britain are wondering who to vote for, and public apathy is well underway so that people, especially amongst youths don't know who to vote for. SO who do we vote for?
We vote for the political party that truly represents the British people, and that, above all is a nationalist party. A party with right-wing values, when White British people are victimised in the streets we need a political party that will care. If an area is 16% ethnic then we shall spend 16% of our time there, no more at all. Is this not fair?
When white young girls are raped by Asain gangs in places like keighley we need a government and at least a council who will stand up for them without being afraid of being called a racist due to so-called "positive discimination".
Liz
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