"Globalism wasn’t inevitable. It was imposed through war, media, finance, and permanent occupation. But blaming today’s spiritual collapse on “soft people not having kids” while refusing to examine how we got here is like scolding a man for bleeding out without mentioning the knife still in his back.
The Allied soldiers didn’t knowingly fight for globohomo. They fought with honour, for things they believed in, but that doesn’t change what their victory enabled; and they themselves have said so.
In his book The Unknown Warriors, Nicholas Pringle collected hundreds of letters from WWII veterans who served Britain faithfully, men who watched their brothers die on the beaches, in the air, in foreign deserts, only to grow old in a country they no longer recognized.
What did they say?
“The men who offered their lives have been betrayed and gave their lives in vain.”
“We can no longer feel proud of our country and the behaviour which is now accepted as normal.”
“If I had my time again, would we fight as before? Need you ask?”
They weren’t bitter about hardship; they were bitter because they were lied to. They were told they were fighting for Britain only to see Britain dismantled. They were assured they were defending the English way of life only to be forbidden to speak of it again after their “victory.” They were told they were saving freedom only to have their speech policed, their patriotism pathologized, and their grandchildren disinherited in the name of progress.
These were not “far-right” men, but simply old Britons who remembered when doors were left unlocked, children were safe in the streets, and fathers came home to intact families. They watched that world vanish. And they saw who replaced it.
“I went to Germany as an enemy and left as a friend. Where were the fanatics I was told about?”
“My main regret is that I didn’t fight for Hitler; at least he was for his own people.”
And the punchline, forever repeated by the smug and the simple, is “Well, at least we’re not speaking German.”
No. You’re speaking Punjabi, Arabic, Yoruba, Somali, and Patois in what was once the land of Hengist and Horsa, where the tongue of the Anglo-Saxon kings now echoes only in museums and courtly reenactments. German is a sister language. These are alien tongues of peoples never invited, never asked for, and now installed above the sons of the soil whose fathers died believing they were saving something.
The machine that destroyed Germany was never turned off. It was exported to the West in full. “Denazification” became a permanent state of being, what I have called Eternal Nuremberg, in which all white nations are placed on perpetual trial, and the only permissible future is one of guilt, silence, and erasure.
The veterans did not consent to this, but they were used to effectuate it. And now, in their final years, they see what they fought for: a multicultural state that scorns them, laws that muzzle them, and foreign elites that celebrate their extinction.
Their faces are still wheeled out once a year, in front of red poppies and cameras, to sanctify the regime that replaced everything they loved. That is the real cruelty, not that they were sacrificed, but that their sacrifice is now weaponized against their very blood.
The modern West worships guilt, inversion, and endless penance. It cannot imagine redemption, only repetition. And the men who once fought with pride now watch their homelands rot from within, as the Machine blares their victory songs and tells them it was all worth it. If you don’t see the cruelty in that, you’re not paying attention.
The Nuremberg spell will only break when men recover their memory, their myth, and their courage to say that the “bad guys” weren’t the ones who ruined their country; and sometimes, you lose more in winning."
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The Allied soldiers didn’t knowingly fight for globohomo. They fought with honour, for things they believed in, but that doesn’t change what their victory enabled; and they themselves have said so.
In his book The Unknown Warriors, Nicholas Pringle collected hundreds of letters from WWII veterans who served Britain faithfully, men who watched their brothers die on the beaches, in the air, in foreign deserts, only to grow old in a country they no longer recognized.
What did they say?
“The men who offered their lives have been betrayed and gave their lives in vain.”
“We can no longer feel proud of our country and the behaviour which is now accepted as normal.”
“If I had my time again, would we fight as before? Need you ask?”
They weren’t bitter about hardship; they were bitter because they were lied to. They were told they were fighting for Britain only to see Britain dismantled. They were assured they were defending the English way of life only to be forbidden to speak of it again after their “victory.” They were told they were saving freedom only to have their speech policed, their patriotism pathologized, and their grandchildren disinherited in the name of progress.
These were not “far-right” men, but simply old Britons who remembered when doors were left unlocked, children were safe in the streets, and fathers came home to intact families. They watched that world vanish. And they saw who replaced it.
“I went to Germany as an enemy and left as a friend. Where were the fanatics I was told about?”
“My main regret is that I didn’t fight for Hitler; at least he was for his own people.”
And the punchline, forever repeated by the smug and the simple, is “Well, at least we’re not speaking German.”
No. You’re speaking Punjabi, Arabic, Yoruba, Somali, and Patois in what was once the land of Hengist and Horsa, where the tongue of the Anglo-Saxon kings now echoes only in museums and courtly reenactments. German is a sister language. These are alien tongues of peoples never invited, never asked for, and now installed above the sons of the soil whose fathers died believing they were saving something.
The machine that destroyed Germany was never turned off. It was exported to the West in full. “Denazification” became a permanent state of being, what I have called Eternal Nuremberg, in which all white nations are placed on perpetual trial, and the only permissible future is one of guilt, silence, and erasure.
The veterans did not consent to this, but they were used to effectuate it. And now, in their final years, they see what they fought for: a multicultural state that scorns them, laws that muzzle them, and foreign elites that celebrate their extinction.
Their faces are still wheeled out once a year, in front of red poppies and cameras, to sanctify the regime that replaced everything they loved. That is the real cruelty, not that they were sacrificed, but that their sacrifice is now weaponized against their very blood.
The modern West worships guilt, inversion, and endless penance. It cannot imagine redemption, only repetition. And the men who once fought with pride now watch their homelands rot from within, as the Machine blares their victory songs and tells them it was all worth it. If you don’t see the cruelty in that, you’re not paying attention.
The Nuremberg spell will only break when men recover their memory, their myth, and their courage to say that the “bad guys” weren’t the ones who ruined their country; and sometimes, you lose more in winning."
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