When Your Homeland Becomes A Living Hell

When Your Homeland Becomes A Living Hell 

- by Ramona Thoms, translated by myself from the German

 

Great Britain: The highest levels of British police have long colluded with Pakistani males, who have been cruelly raping, torturing and even killing thousands of white English girls (and boys) in many cities, for years.

Parents who'd tried to report these crimes against their daughters and sons to the police found themselves labeled and dimissed as "racists" and "Islamophobics" – and sent home. Supervisors within the police forces put massive pressure on their colleagues if they investigated too far and too deeply. Occasionally the accounts of the police officers concerned were trashed and were even evicted from their own flats.

The suicide rate among police officers has as a result, increased rapidly. A news blackout is imposed on the rape cases that have been and will be tried in court.

The journalist Tommy Robinson, who did not follow the news blackout and reported outside the courtroom, was arrested on the spot about a week ago and brought before a judge who sentenced him to 13 months in a matter of mere minutes!

By order of the Muslim Interior Minister, he has since been transferred to a prison where there is a large number of Muslim inmates. The imam of the prison imposed a death fatwa on Tommy Robinson, and the prisoners have openly threatened him with death. His life is therefore under real threat, because it is highly unlikely that he will survive the imprisonment alive.

 

Thirty to forty thousand people demonstrated for the release of Tommy Robinson. One hundred thousand people worldwide have joined together in this demand.

At the very same time, British Prime Minister Theresa May is seen in a mosque, celebrating the closing festivities to Ramadan, and sending a message of greeting via video message to the Muslim community in the UK.

And the horror continues meanwhile, for those English families!

How must it feel for parents, when the government and the police no longer protect their children, but deliver these to pedophile males? When politicians, judges, prosecutors, and police officers are among the perpetrators, and the state degenerates into a Mafia-United?!

When the perps refer to your children as "fresh new meat"?

It is so incomprehensible, and yet it is nonetheless true!

 

The Antifa Game

The Antifa Game*
(fully inspired by Dominic Behan's Patriot Game, movingly sung by Liam Clancy - I find myself compelled to add an "extra third" to the four lines of each verse, givng five - it will be rather awkward if I don't sing it accordingly to smooth it in...Liam forgive me!)

Come all ye young pissers with pink pussy-hats,
perennial students, SJW brats,
romantic keffiyehs 'round yon scrawny necks,
while ye "Che-revoluzzis" seek yer internet fame:
and I'll give my prognosis on the Antifa Game.

My name it is Kevin, or Marvin or Klaus -
or Jacki or Judy, whatever - who cares!
We're a new breed of rebels and we're hitting the streets,
still at home living off mommy - and our professors' aim
is to send us all out for the Antifa Game.

We may be from cities in the U.S. of A.
or Berlin or Hamburg, Munich or Marseilles,
Montreal, London, Sydney, Madrid - all the same:
We'll set ev'ry neighborhood business aflame
if they don't bow and buckle to the Antifa Game.

We're driven by drivel with arguments lame,
for to loathe our own country is a mark of no shame -
and to hate our own culture, smash everything down,
collective psychosis, materialist to the marrow:
for the Antifa Gamers there is no tomorrow.

In subsidized houses we can drink and get stoned,
as we come up with slogans, denunciations we hone,
no speeches of substance, just fact-free safe-space,
alone in great numbers we can always save face -
for the media attention's part of Antifa's Game.

We're on Soros' payroll, we've nothing to fear,
we know "all cops are bastards", we'll riot with cheer -
we'll bash Trump supporters, terrorize AfD,
just to go "fight the Nazis" wherever they be -
for us nothing's sacred, just the Antifa Game.

We do have an aim though, to burn everything down,
intimidate free speech and the right to speak out,
we're for free distribution of all we'd never made,
for to build and create is outside our concept -
but to stalk, mob and coerce for the Antifa Game.

We'll bring Communism, of this we are sure -
we'll convince through our tantrums and virtue signalling,
for "no person's illegal" - we don't need empathy,
just "abolish all borders, and let everyone in"!
We are nihilist in ethic, sociopathic to boot.

We've stormed on Pegida, Identitarians as well -
we've screamed against Trump and, like bats out of hell,
we'd laughed at their warnings, we'd jeered and we'd whooped,
disturbed and disrupted free debate and dispute -
but time proved us idiots, useful Antifa dupes.

One can't reach us with reason, we're a determined lot,
Antifa's anti-family, living off parents' support -
we don't actually give two shits about others' lives,
neither Blacks, gays nor women, nor anyone's rights - just our own,
we just use them to promote the Antifa Game.

Our nation, its children, its seniors, its poor
can all go to hell, for all that we care!
We want unchecked immigration, just not at our own door,
for the hoped ruination of all that spells order,
bring on Antifa chaos, with Antifa hoards.

 

We've not been alone though, we'd chosen our friends:
Muslim organizations, our comrades in arms!
We'll combat homophobics, Islamophobics too,
we'll hunt sexist Nazis and we'll boycott the Jews!
Together we'll hold forth, Antifallahu-akbar!

O ye Antifa brothers, or sisters, or neither -
ye're all so gender-fluid, I can't tell ye apart!
There's something ye've forgotten, with my last dyin' words
I'll try to point out now to ye miserable turds:
The Antifa Game's up, for the Muslims have won.

Ye bought their taqiyya and ye shared in their hate.
Ye've worked FOR the System, claimed to be 'gainst the State -
ye've sown yer own deceit now, ye'll reap yer own fate:
ye'll all hang from the streetlamps - thank the new Caliphate,
which ye've helped, selling hijabs with yer Antifa Game.

Ye're humanity's hollow, yer feminism's all fake,
ye're all dhimmis and kufar - never guessed what's at stake!
No patriots will save ye, ye wanted 'em gone!
Ye're all on yer own now, ye pathetic pawns!
Now see ye'selves die for yer Antifa Game.

I can hardly still warn ye, me blood's running out,
our Islamic comrades have done slit me throat.
They may yet hack me head off, toss me off a high roof -
had ye only but listened, ye were all screaming too loud!
Now come take what ye've got coming, no more running about.

Would ye know who betrayed ye, well ye've no one to blame.
Just look in the mirror, through of course it's too late.
The patriots' real Resistance will take no stand for you -
ye've betrayed every value, everything that is true -
no "Christian salvation" for the Antifa Game.

Ye screamed at Pegida, terrorized AfD,
bashing Trump made ye happy, "relevant" and self-pleased!
All the warnings ye laughed at, of Islamisation -
and ye despised all nations, welcomed all "refugees" -
now ye'll pay for #NoBorders with blood, on your knees.

So hold out yer necks there, it will soon pass away:
your narcissistic aggression, your naiveté -
ye've brought yer own horror, never counted on that -
for a takbir with taqiyya ye sold yer lives cheap,
as ye sold out your own people for the Antifa Game.

*https://www.thebards.net/music/lyrics/Patriot_Game.shtml