Waiting

I don’t support the BNP, as of yet there is no “nationalist” party I support, none seem to advocate correctly, in my very humble opinion, I have been a nationalist for some years now and I have faced both physical and mental assailment because of it. Quite luckily for me, I have up to now, been able to face down or nullify such threats, yet the years tell, age besieges me and the ramparts to my physical castle are breached. I often wonder, once we have gone, the last nationalist generation, who will stand, certainly our young are not as we were, today the negro swaggers, the asian leers and the left hold sway, a notion I still find hard to accept.

Yes I know about the brainwashing, the promotion of negro culture, the negating of patriotic sentiment and the capitulation of what passes for the right in this country now, yet for all that, it is hard to see my people run, headlong, panic stricken, before the invader. Today they embrace the alien negro culture, little realizing or even caring about its insidious effect, some relish its strangeness, its provocative message and spit in the face of all.

I see no patriotism in the young, no love of us, of them, our history corrupted, abused, misshapen and the relentless march of the left, as collaborators wave them on, better that nationalism were a soccer team, perhaps then allegiance, perhaps then pride. Our flag dragged through the mud, trampled upon, now worthless, worn by friend and foe alike, I see more flags flown for football than for country, more pride in a stupid game than in the achievements of our kind. 

In many ways I understand it, give the young a negative view of history, creates in them aversion to pride, soon hate, apathy and selfishness replace patriotism, in one fell swoop the left win. They prevent the flower of pride from maturing and herald in an age of acquiescence, an age in which all of the old standards become wrong and their newly preached evil arrives, centre stage. In this way there is less of an army to fight, less of a campaign to win and those still harbouring pride, love and commitment to people, find themselves surrounded, besieged with nowhere left to turn.

Confusion reigns and those few left grasp any straw, short or otherwise, so set amongst their ranks nefarious agents, spies, purveyors of falsehoods, stir the pot and confuse even further, soon the right is no more, impotent, useless, unable to function as one, let alone regain a country, a continent, a peoples birthright the battle is won, the victory certain, the people play, whilst evil creeps in. 

So what now, what of the right, this purported movement, beset by demons and send hither and thither, what of it, at least we have them, those brave souls, fighting till the last. I have to say there is no movement, no cohesive force, no solid block, no peoples champion but betrayal, disunity and personal ambition. If these are our champions, our last defence, then victory can never be ours, we shall die, we shall perish and none shall mourn our passing, all I see of the BNP, is an organisation that begs, an organisation that wants, yet offers nothing. 

I have lost count of the times, that I have received a mailing from this organisation, an unwanted mailing mind, pleading for money, nothing more but money, a constant and unremitting request. Yet they do nothing, nothing at all to save us from our plight, they cower before political correctness, kneel before the left and our slow death just continues. I suppose to some degree it’s my own fault I sent them money, I believed, I attended their meetings, returning home more disillusioned than before I went, I joined, I hoped, all then for naught. 

The meetings were money orientated, give, give, give, the speeches appalling and inspiration held no seat at the table, Mr Griffin came sometimes, signing autographs, fawned over and loving every minute. The underlying theme was always the same, take no action, yet give money, “oh yes you’re right, things are bad, have you money to spare”, I sat and watched as the scam unfolded. 

I looked around me and saw nothing to inspire, with empty pockets I returned home, dejected, cultivating an ever-growing realisation, that perhaps hiding in public houses, listening to appeals for money, was a useless thing in the grand scheme of things. I let my membership expire and yes finally, I stopped my monetary contributions to, the BNP held out no hope for me and still it does not. The defining moment for me, was when they choose to bomb us, killing and maiming in my capitol city, the BNP’s response, do nothing, say nothing, I believe that was the day that realisation set in and set me upon the road I travel today. 

The people screamed, anger hung heavy in the air, as one the people looked for truth, in an age of untruths, the BNP counted their money and ignored their peoples plight, in the ghettos, the enclaves, the dens and areas given over, a conquering invader had triumph, our people went back to paying taxes, to keeping the despicable in power, no-one spoke for them. Smiling vipers changed laws curtailing all our freedoms, instead of closing our borders, getting out of the Middle East and repatriating those of non-European stock, the BNP attacked only Islam, aping the government and all the while our people suffered. 

In my city, a city I can speak for, the BNP held no sway, nationalism turned seemingly en-masse away many looked to other parties, finding nothing they became independent nationalists, an untapped body so vast, that it dwarfs all rightist parties. Cards were shredded and vows taken, the game had changed, in the public arena schisms had occurred within the BNP, yet to us it meant little, “let them play their silly games”, they spoke for no-one. 

Some will find it really quite strange however, within nationalism today national socialism is growing, it seems to be accelerating I find many, many that previously would have disparaged national socialism as alien, have now adopted it. I find myself in a position, whereby, I can contact many national socialists within minutes and hardly any BNP members, I concept really quite unbelievable some years ago. 

I don’t in all fairness know that much about national socialism, attending B&H concerts, I always found the traditional roman salutes quite strange, perhaps this was upbringing, perhaps not, I really cannot say however, I never indulged myself. I have yet to read Mein Kampf, although I had always meant to, purely to see it from the other side, I am of a mind though, that Communism, egalitarianism, capitalism and Zionism, are all negative ideologies which seek to attack both western culture and its people, so on that basis, myself and those of a national socialist world view are on similar footing, or so I am led to believe. 

So how does National Socialism relate to this article, other than to relate its growing appeal, well because National Socialism went out there, it seemed to seek out the people, rather than sit huddled in public houses, which are as an aside, being demolished at an alarming rate, although that may be coincidental. Now as a racial nationalist, I cannot fully indorse fascism, which is more or less non-opposed to multiculturalism however, fascism to, went out there, as evidenced by Oswald Moseley and his black-shirts. 

Yet the modern BNP does nothing, it seems to wish the nationalist block to bow down to it, whilst offering nothing in return, for instance, when Mr Griffin attended court nationalists were asked to rally, yet when we were bombed we were to do nothing, the same can be said over the Keith Brown murder, the BNP jumped on the band-wagon after rightist weblogs and UOIN had highlighted the issue, not before. I fail to see how the BNP are aiding the indigenous inhabitants of this country or advocating their cause, currently the plight of murdered whites is being used, some four to five years after highlighting on right-wing weblogs and websites, used I might add, in hopes of attaining more money. 

So we have a situation whereby a party seeks constant handouts, whilst doing absolutely nothing, it swaggers around telling everyone it is the biggest , yet achieves nothing, it aids the cause of nationalism in no way at all. I and many others still wait for a true party, not the rubbish we see around at present, those more interested in personal glory, those wishing to be big fishes in little ponds, perhaps we must all go on waiting for some time yet. 14 

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