Monthly Archives: June 2017

Wrong color, wrong culture, you see:

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Blind 5-year-old faces boot from NZ after High Court dismisses deportation appeal
South African family.
Then we have this, on the same page:
Terminally ill Fijian woman allowed to stay in New Zealand

We don’t really need to play “spot the difference”, do we? It could be paranoia, except that it fits an established pattern. Talk about “maintaining the integrity of NZ’s immigration system” is so much bollocks, when rapist taxi drivers are allowed to stay and so-called refugees are allowed into the country and then return home on holiday…

Pencil terrorism:

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‘Police across Britain are ever vigilant when it comes to preventing an ‘Islamophobic’ backlash after terror attacks.
Officers in Grimsby rushed to a mosque, where it was reported a suspect was threatening to stab someone.
They arrested a homeless man, Jake Jones, and charged him with possessing an offensive weapon.
The charge, which was subsequently dropped when it came to court this week, read: ‘At Grimsby in North East Lincolnshire, without lawful authority or reasonable excuse, you had with you in a public place, namely Legsby Avenue, an offensive weapon, namely a sharply pointed pencil.’

The latest Woodpile Report is up.

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‘..Long-time readers may remember my theory that England’s catastrophic losses in the 1914-1945 world war, which stripped her of two generations of her best young men, meant England as such may not survive.
The capable emigrated long ago, those who could. Look at England today. Effeminate posers, deranged Marxists, diversity enforcers, career weirdos, faggots, political correctness commissars and child molesters run the place. Which puts all hope of England’s viability in her besieged young white males. Again.
Does anyone believe the “traditional masculinity” grunts and limeys and flyboys of those bygone days, or the progeny they never had, would put up with 23,000 jihadists at large in London, much less with one as mayor? More likely every lamppost between London and Folkstone would be decorated with them and their apologists. Then they’d raise a pint to a job well done.
Until I see the mayor and his fellow eighth-century primitives marched down the M3 to waiting barges they may also spare me the candlelight vigils. Without the will to resist they’re just another act of submission….’
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