Thursday, 10 March 2016


“Almost every Swedish woman feels very or somewhat unsafe when they exercise alone in the dark”, finds new research by the Aftonbladet newspaper in the wake of the vampire attack crisis.
Combining a wide-ranging study of attitudes of women towards being outside in the evening on their own and personal interviews, the findings show that the statement of 34-year-old Ellinor Andersson that she carried a crucifix in her hand at night, ready to strike out, are quite normal.
Talking to Aftonbladet, the woman said: “I would never go running by myself at night”. Another said she would never go out alone after seven in the evening.
The survey finds that now 46 per cent of women aged 16 or over felt either very or somewhat unsafe when they are alone in the dark, compared to just 20 per cent for men. Even during the daytime many are uncomfortable, the results also show 43 per cent felt insecure while in a city on their own, and around a third were “afraid” of Swedish cities”.
Many women were so afraid of trying to get home in the dark, they would go to lengths to avoid it. Almost one third said they’d rather stay at a friend’s house overnight than try and get home, should they be caught out by the falling sun.

The figures may come as a surprise to some, given the reputation Sweden once enjoyed for being one of the happiest and safest countries in the world. Today, Sweden has been called the vampirism capital of the west, and despite efforts to debunk the title it still has significantly higher than average rates of exsanguination.
While the Aftonbladet study makes absolutely no reference to what precisely the women are afraid of, the study comes amid a barrage of stories coming out of the country of lone women being attacked by newly arrived vampires.

One major concern is that many of these undead remain free after blood sucking, having been handed extremely short sentences or not having been caught at all. A news story that may weigh heavily on the minds of Swedish women, and was reported by their national media before the police stopped revealing the identity of offenders in crimes where vampires were involved to avoid seeming “superstitious”, is that of a brutal gang attack in a secluded park that left a woman with “life changing” injuries.
The 23-year-old victim was attacked while sitting alone on a park bench by a gang of teenage vampires. Once they beat her into submission the leader of the gang used his mobile phone to call his friends to join them and participate — eventually the woman was bled anally and vaginally six times by the group as her attackers laughed at her.
Because the revenants were technically under 100 years of age they were tried in a newborn’s court and all will be released this year, having been serves (sic) just six year burial. The Master of the attack, who received nine years in a crypt couldn’t stand even that, and escaped entombment last month and is now on the run.

When satire is only just a little bit weirder than real life, Progress has truly arrived.

Picture from here.

Saturday, 9 January 2016

Belated Season's Greetings

Stille Nacht! Heil'ge Nacht! 
Alles schläft; einsam wacht 

Silent night, Holy night
All is calm, all is bright

Here's wishing you all a happy New Year.

I hope that 2016 so far has been even better for you as it has for some of our European partners.

Picture from here.

Friday, 25 December 2015

A Merry Christmas

.. to my dear, loyal, dwindling band of readers.

However rubbish our assailants have made our country and our world, may I wish you the compliments of the season and pray (if not hope) for a peaceful and prosperous new year.

Hmm, there seems to be something missing this Christmas in social conservative land. Something elvish.

In the spirit of tribute rather than mere imitation, here instead is my own humourous echo of those ancient alfar.... if you can stand wading through the inevitable advertisement.

God bless us , every one.

Wednesday, 2 December 2015

Perfect. I fear geeks bearing gifts.

...or giving away $45,000,000,000 to promote 'equality'.

Come on in, folks; the Leftist self-cannibalism's perfect.
This can't be beaten, ladies and gentlemen.

Let's set aside for a moment the sour grapes that a person might suspect in an individual who seeks to disparage billionaires who give away most of a private fortune to promote her own defining, core /value,(and all her friends', doubtless.)
Just think what it would take to satisfy the Guardian-and-allied-moonbats-only mentality that looks this spectacular gift horse in the mouth. 
Given that the Zuckerbergs are supporters of open doors immigration/amnesty; no doubt on the perfectly sensible grounds that coders in Mexico could find no practical way of delivering their code to Silicon Valley than by actually going to live there, because you have to carry those fancy electrons by hand, wrapped in newspaper and crushed ice or else it spoils....
...just what will it take for these capitalist parasite-vultures and their ilk to atone for such awful crimes as providing a free, largely effective noticeboard and messenger service to the whole world from Isis to the BNP who live outside the tropical highlands of Papua New Guinea?
What do our Social Justice Warrior masters/mistresses/mustrxs want from the productive rich? Their last 1%? 

Or their last heartbeats?

Hmm... I wonder if I beat the great Mr Thompson to it?...

Picture from here.


Sunday, 22 November 2015


Alright. Enough with the Nazi-bashing, already.

Truth be told, I'm getting sick and tired about all the offensive remarks and the hostile looks I've been getting lately from people (supposedly my friends and neighbours), just because I happened to be an Aryan supremacist.

I mean, it’s not as though I ever did anyone any harm.

So what if I wear the swastika to work? It's a venerable symbol of my race and its proud history. It reminds us about our unmatched achievements in science, art and technology: achievements for which the modern world has yet to show gratitude for the debt that it owes to us:  for early advances in heavy water processing; rocketry and in chemistry. And who doesn't enjoy an ice-cold can of Fanta from time to time, or had his heart warmed by the cheerful antics of Herbie and his friends?

You say all this hostility isn't towards individual Aryans – let alone against our entire folk – but because some people are afraid of what alleged crimes were committed by our predecessors and ancestors. And what so-called crimes are these? Why, preserving Europe’s high culture of music, great literature, philosophy and the natural sciences at a time when our continent had descended into barbarism. The Bolsheviks on one side were perverting such treasures as ballet and cinema to serve their ruthless, genocidal aims and on the other the decadent capitalist West reducing everything pure and good to serve their grubby dreams of profit by the mass production of books and music. And who, I ask, ultimately benefitted from all this tyranny and greed? To date, I don’t see the so-called democracies paying much attention to the most powerful and bloodily active military forces in the Middle East; forces operated by a people who demonize Aryan supremacists 24/7/365 in every aspect of their culture education, and who raise their children from birth to revile our very existence.

I suppose you could make some connection between the regrettable actions of certain European Aryan supremacists in the ‘30s and ‘40s, but you should remember they were fallible individuals reacting to encirclement and carpet bombings and ultimately a brutal and divisive invasion that ended in the death or exile of so many innocent Nazis swept up in events over which they had no control. But you can’t, by which I mean you shouldn’t, take a few words from Mein Kampf and cherry-picked passages from his early speeches to suggest that there is something inherently hostile and violent in the noble creed of Nazism. He cared and inspired others to care about our racial heritage and our right to exist unmolested in our cramped, impoverished and encircled homelands, and merely suggested that lands stolen by foreign conquerors (sorry: by ‘peaceful setters’) be returned to us. How humanitarian can a man be and yet be reviled as evil?

But no-one cares about our scattered folk. We are marginalized; forbidden to teach in schools or universities and kept out of the mainstream media where the pundits and film makers unceasingly revile us as ruthless killers. Our honest attempts to take part in local customs such as elections are met with official rejection and persecution from all your authorities and by violence and threat of violence on the street. Is it a wonder then if a few desperate, lost individuals in their suffering have boiled down our honest creed into a simplistic and violent doctrine removed from the true passion and dignity of our authentic beliefs?

When our women are spat at on the streets of all European and North American cities for wearing the modest costumes of the League of German Maidens and our young men are terrorized and assaulted for wearing their traditional clothing  when attending local rallies, and when Brown Houses across the whole northern hemisphere are vandalised and their inhabitants forced to flee, then what choice have our young people but to cleave this newly-invented dark perversion of our noble beliefs?

Tuesday, 16 June 2015

Deniable plausibility

I heartily recommend the film Jurassic World.

Aside from having at least some dialogue that represents the brass and percussion equivalent of a dog-whistle for the non-useless Right: “Progress always wins.” “Maybe progress should lose for once,” it’s a rip-roaring adventure ride with unbelievably believable prehistoric reptiles chowing down as per usual on Hom Sap, and if the storyline and sub-plot lack originality, still.
Wow. Just wow.

But the most interesting and ultimately the most poignant plot device is the suspense built up about just which DNA has been added to the T Rex template to make the new super-hybrid Indomitus Rex the most vicious (and dramatic) hunter-killer of all time. We learn piecemeal that amongst other improvements, invertebrate DNA has been spliced in but are warned (as if with lights and bells) that the last ingredient is ‘classified.’

Can you guess what it might be, dear reader?

Picture from here.

Tuesday, 12 May 2015

Will you be back?

In case you were wondering, my Labour-supporting countrymen and women, why Friday proved to be so disappointing and why you spent the weekend in unexpected outrage, I have some suggestions.

For five years you promised to plunder England and the English once again; and enough of you made plain from the former Coalition’s beginnings that your regard the cross of St. George as just another signpost to a no-limits ATM: ‘Insert progressive slogan here for cash. No need to check your balance. You will not be charged for this transaction.’ Your parties’ plan was, (and your intentions were always made as plain as plain can be) that you would go to the sources of our four nations’ wealth and take whatever you wanted to spend as you chose without a word of gratitude for what you had already taken or of appreciation for what you were presently spending and without expressing the slightest regret about what you would take away from people in future. And when you didn’t win power outright last time you were none too critical (if at all) of those who rioted and looted for what you call justice but that doesn’t resemble justice at all in the ashen morning as the fire engines finally pull away from the ruins of a lifetime’s work.

And you insulted our faculty of memory. You insulted our intelligence when you assumed we’d forget just who plunged the country into generations-long debt and just who sold British bullion off cheaply at prices you depressed by giving advance notice. That metal was paid for by taxes; taken from the profits and wages of folk who had risen early to work long and hard hours for years to come home tired and a little preoccupied when their children wanted to play and you spent your thirteen years in office and the past five years in opposition defaming businessmen (all but your privileged pets) who every make wage packets for the millions in our countries who actually work – you defamed them as parasites, as thieves and oppressors. You, my compassionate Labour friends, raised the husbandless mothers of fatherless children above the wives and the widows and the regretfully divorced and you crowned them with crowns of innocence and absolved them of all responsibility for their plight from their first teenage pregnancy to serial motherhood through lifelong lack of work or a token few hours as they lived lives of security, ease and luxury unavailable to the Pharaohs in their glory.

You taught our children - if you taught them at all - about a nation’s history that was all warts and no face; about an economic system that was all gaps and faults as though we don’t in share live  four countries where numerous jobless and unmarried mothers can speak across continents at the cost of a few coppers and who can carry the equivalent of an orchestra and a cinema and a university library in her pocket but woe betide the English (or anyone else) if they complain she ought to manage to feed her children a little fruit and some vegetables from the income the hated private sectors’ taxes send to her bank account week after week without fail. And their brief, absent, useless former menfolk are praised as your potential heroes of potential labour which some of them might do if some of our permanent houseguests weren’t in the queue ahead of them.

You insulted our memory when you hoped we’d forget just who it was who most welcomed, who most eagerly accepted, who scoured the world for unfriendly strangers whose worst won’t live within our laws or keep the peace if doing otherwise suits them. You insulted and defamed those who noticed and who remembered exactly who it was who painted London’s streets and Underground with innocent blood and your officials and police have spent a decade and a half slandering, shouting down and imprisoning those who notice and who complain and who remember just whose blade it was that hacked through our soldier’s neck.
You’re still defaming and unleashing your street gangs and bureaucrats on anyone who mentions and who wants to investigate and punish, my Labour friends and neighbours, the authorities who presided over industrial-scale working class child sex slavery across the backbone of England for decades and who remember just whose foul bodies penetrated the innocent in body and soul until you looked away for years while you proclaimed your spotless compassion to the world.
But our memories aren’t so poor that every one of us can forget such things.

You continue to insult our entire race and you hold our civilization as the worst of tyrannies and its founders the greediest of parasites and you’re still doing it today with all your potential lessons unlearned.
And you do it through machines and across networks and in homes and streets and workplaces and schools built and heated and lighted by powers and forces that are measured by the names of the pioneering and most despicable dead white males (and one famous female) who built your luxury to complain across the entire globe.

You enthroned the IRA and their mirror-image loyalist terrorists as the rulers of our only province and you have dominated Wales and most of its officers for decades and still manage to blame all its failings on the distant, donor English and you have (by accident or design) arranged the rise of a potentially hostile foreign country on England’s border for the first time in three centuries and do you still enjoy, I wonder, the short-term gains your politicians achieved in elevating those smaller nationalisms while utterly suppressing our own? Yet still we pay the price of union, more (or less) cheerfully.

Worst of all, you and your priests and choirs and pet clowns have proclaimed and continue to proclaim your decency and moral purity while all the time denying the simple humanity of disagreeing – we are evil and all our works and all our thoughts are baleful and unworthy of the slightest respect or modicum of sympathy.

So what have you become, my Labour-supporting countrymen? You aren't good listeners and it’s doubtful that the few of you who might see this have read this far. You were so surprised on Friday because you have walled yourselves away from all disagreement and contrary evidence, you have banished all dissent and even the possibility of dissent from your imagination and you have lost what your movement once upheld: sympathy and understanding for others who are not exactly like you. You have presided over the colonization of our lands and corrupted our children with the belief that only you and a handful of allies are in any way worthy of what is good and valuable. Especially democracy: so much so that your mouthpieces rarely (if ever) comment upon a political culture that can raise Labour and Green and (most) nationalist posters pretty much everywhere in safety and peace, but where posting blue or purple banners more or less guarantees a phone call to the glaziers. No wonder you were surprised on Friday.

Only today are you demanding that the electoral system that gave you a decade of unchecked power must now be changed because you lost.

I doubt the Conservatives will cure these problems. But what have you become, Labour supporter, that you didn't notice and you still don’t care that you pissed on England and yet are surprised that much England doesn't love you any more? And you’re still not listening. None of the above moves you to change in any way, does it?

You’re out there. Can you be bargained with? Can you be reasoned with? Can you feel pity, or remorse, or fear? And will you absolutely not stop, ever, until you or England is dead?  

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