Last night I dreamed that the fate of our sceptered Isle hung on a contest between two bards, the following day it’s future was to be sealed by words alone. I awoke several times during the night and each time I resolved that Britain would win and then fell back into anxious slumber. Upon awakening I asked myself how could this be so? No other power stood at the gates of Dover with armies and navies stretching across the horizon? But quickly I grasped that this was a war of peoples; the indigenous British people of the European race and the lumpen foreign third world masses imported in their millions since the second world war by a traitorous, transnational regime owned and led by a small tribe of cursed, wandering Jewish moneylenders who seek to genocide the entire indigenous population of Europe in order to make that land-mass more safe and secure for their crimes, and in the case of our glorious soil a base for the creation of their wicked New Jerusalem, and across all Europe for the maintenance of the full extent of their occupation.
The bards were clearly representing the songs of two sides, the narrative of a ‘land of immigrants’ versus the song of the Anglo-Saxon warrior Byrhtwold ‘Mind must be firmer, heart the more fierce, Courage the greater, as our strength diminishes..”
I did not think long who the other poet might be before the ugly rat-faced Jew-nosed dindu Benjamin Zephaniah, the white hating, Britain hating pet of the filthy Marxist regime and the darling of the traitor Queen and her increasingly parasitical Jewish brood, appeared like rodent out of the degenerate sewers of our occupiers before my mind.
Our losing battle so far is a repeat of that ancient one between Anglo-Saxon and Dane. The kindly Anglo-Saxon allows the Dane to cross onto firmer ground only to be attacked for the seizure of all that ground and all that land of England. But this was a war between brothers who eventually agreed to share the spoils and unite as one and share one compatible DNA. The current invaders had no such permission to enter the domain but were imported by any and every means by our most hateful enemies as a wooden horse from which so many babies would spring as to outbreed us all.
British forces continue to mount, our sacrificing prisoners in the regime’s jails, the intellectuals at the London Forum, the long fighting, long suffering, much betrayed warriors of the working class, the new converts from the middle class, those awakened student thinkers who are deeply embedded in the regimes mind-control factories, learned youth such as the secretive Oxford University White Students Union, or all the other for now silent young white alumni who perambulate the communist-infested collegian campi of the Jew-K.
Byrhtwold is still standing, by all that is sacred, and he and his band now be known as National Action, more wise in their ways than their forefathers in the fight, more learned by every mistake in history, determined to drive every alien settler and invader, every hand-rubbing, money-grubbing paedophile Hebrew from our shores and slaughter every Marxist traitor like cockroaches. Britain will awake! England, Scotland, Ireland and Wales will not become Israelstan.
National Action Sieg Heil!
National Action Sieg Heil!
THE BROTHERS WARS THAT CREATED BRITAIN:
“Aye, they called it the dark ages but we call it an age of dawning light. For us the dark ages are marked by the dark hordes that steadily, guided by the hand of traitors, continue to invade our shores:
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