youtube.com/watch?v=RbFNLs7s… New Video: My Thoughts on British Devolution (It's Bad and Nobody Wants it)

Why are you talking as though YOU have nothing to do with this, Mr. I opened the floodgates to millions of Africans, Indians, and Albanians while keeping the country under lockdown? You are a traitor to this country, and every bit as responsible as Labour is.

All we need now is a way to remove the autism gene, and then we’re good.

I’m British. Russia is NOT my enemy.

youtube.com/watch?v=BKmxKAA_… This documentary from 1999 sure was an interesting watch. I reccommend you watch it, if you can find the time. So much has changed, and yet so much remains the same.

Stop trying to distract your people from how shit you've been as a President. You've ruined your country's economy, and now you're running the same playbook as Leopoldo Galtieri–getting the people hyped up for war to distract them from how shit the country is. The Falklands are *our* territory. Always have been, always will be.

I actually have a story of my own I want to share about this: When I was 17, I went around my local high street in Woking, looking for jobs. I had no real work experience whatsoever before then, and my parents really weren't that helpful or constructive when it came to helping me find one. When I told my Dad I wanted to get a job, would say things like "Yeah but, you've got your whole life to work. Why do you want a job now?" He may as well have reacted as though I was saying to him: "I want a car" or "I want a PS3". Like most boomers, he did the usual thing where he would tell me to walk into stores, hand in my CV and tell them I was looking for jobs. This was around 2010/2011, and even back then, they politely told me no, one literally said: "No, it's all done online now. We don't give out jobs in person." The funny thing is, he was a Recruitment Consultant. It was his job to help people find jobs. Anyway, at one point, I got lucky (or so I thought) and ended up getting a job with this Ice Cream/Dessert restaurant. They took me on, and offered me a 3-day 'trial' kind of thing, where they would show me the ropes. I would get to know how the ice cream was made, how to wash the equipment, clean the store front windows, etc. Everyone I worked with was an immigrant–either Eastern European or Pakistani, which should have been a warning sign. While the work was challenging, I never complained. By the end of the third day, the Supervisor came up to me and told me "Yeah, sorry–you haven't got the job. We don't think you are suited to this role" and told me to go away. No explanation, and no pay. Nothing. So, I was basically made to work three whole days, entirely for free. I think they only pulled that kind of stunt with me because I was a know-nothing 17-year-old who didn't know his rights. What they did was not legal, and looking back, if I were knowledgeable enough and had high enough self-esteem, I would have either gone to small claims court, or called the police. I remember walking past the high street and seeing the storefront windows, and thinking "I cleaned those bloody windows." and I genuinely wanted to pick up a brick and smash them. It filled me with rage. But more than anything, I was angry at how disinterested my own parents were at helping me. They didn't seem to take my wish to be independent seriously, and never encouraged me to grow up. Fast forward years later, I went into a Subway in Guildford, and the lady behind the counter recognised me. She was one of the people who worked at the Ice Cream place from earlier. She told me that apparently he had been investigated by the police for 'tax fraud'. The place in question closed down years ago, and has never reappeared since.

I'm sitting in my grandparent's lounge, and they are watching this Jewish propaganda film called "The Boys from Brazil". It's about a young boy who is a Nazi hunter who runs around trying to kill all these elderly nazis, long after the end of the War. There's this long drawn out scene where this one old man gets mauled to death by his own family attack dog (which he happens to have, for some reason). The scene just drags on and on... I bet the director was having a long, cathartic wank on set, the entire time. I'm trying to drown it out of my ears, but it's so difficult. The film is the 70s. They are so excessively sadistic, these ((writers)). They just love to project all their nightmarish, sadistic fantasies on their enemy; the Nazis. Even long after the war is ended, when they're sat comfortably in their houses... Our older generation have spent their entire lives saturated with this revenge porn. It's kind of sick, once you actually turn your attention to it. These men, who were simply officers serving their country, working on behalf of a regime that originated in a very specific time period, have been dehumanised and their own violent deaths. It is little wonder the Boomers are hesitant to associate with nationalism. Their entire lives, they have had their brains melted by this filth.

What's this–working class people are funding Hope Not Hate and Stand up to Racism? And Charlie wants to firebomb their houses? Damn... and this entire time I thought it was the globalist deep-state funding these anti-democratic trade unions. But instead, it was the damn working class the whole time! The same people who lose their neighbourhoods and jobs to mass immigration! Who would've thought?

YouTube just removed my video (from my other account) on Luigi Mangione. Nearly two years after I uploaded it, and with less than a thousand views. I was very measured and reasonable in this video, and while I was unsympathetic to the victim, I never explicitly said that he deserved to be shot. All I did was express an opinion, which should not be illegal. I’m going to appeal this, obviously.

"That's ridiculous. Just because there's one or two Muslims living round the corner, it doesn't mean they're taking over!"