ANZAC Day: Lest We Forget

(Our Soldiers Would Be On Rotisserie in Their Graves)

…some corner of a foreign field.

Whatever your thoughts on today, the history, the war, the losses, today is ANZAC Day. We commemorate the ultimate sacrifice made by the men of Australia and New Zealand in World War I. We went to war as servants of the crown; we came back as Aussies and Kiwis/Australians and New Zealanders. Our nationhood was forged in those foreign fields and today I thank our ancestors for that.

Our current government recently passed a bill that included every conflict, past or future. Every nationality, but especially the Sikhs/Indians. How about you fuck the fuck off with that you sad diversity-loving bastards? Do you think for a nanosecond they think of New Zealand or Australia’s war dead? Our sacrifices? As fucking if. ANZAC Day is about us, and our Australian cousins over the ditch. But ‘muh inclusion!’ strikes.

But it’s par for the course when the Free Trade Agreement recently negotiated by Mr LuxSingh (Luxon, our Prime Sinister) is scrutinised. We have to PAY INDIA billions in investment and if we don’t, we have to pay penalties. Dairy, honey, no competing allowed. Unlimited ‘students’ can come in. Immigrunts can bring their family too. And their parents….because our once-awesome health system needs more elderly geriatric problem cases. NZ First (one-third of the coalition) has said it won’t support the FTA so guess who stepped up? Liebour, THE OPPOSITION party. That’s right, we now have a uniparty Liebour and Natscum in tandem to bring the street-shitting culture of the sub-continent here: where they used to burn their wives. Where rubbish is just dumped in the streets and rivers. As recently evidenced by an import dumping on the roadside here in NZ: he was shamed by a kiwi and told to pick it up and take it away. This very man who was filmed fly tipping claims HE WAS THE VICTIM because he was publicly shamed. Fuck your culture, bro. Fuck it all the way back to India - we are not compatible with your shitty ways. Assimilate or fuck the fuck off.

I fear the west is dying, and it’s being aided and abetted by guilty pakeha. I have told you before about a couple of pommy bastards living here in NZ who would willingly give their Brit passports/citizenship to imports. Once I realised they were guilty white saviours, I stopped trying to make friends. Honestly, how do you arrive at that level of hatred for your own culture and people? Oh yes, colonisation and all the attendant evils it brought….this couple sat in a house, in clothes, with food, heating, two cars, all the accoutrement of western civilisation, complaining about evil whitey. Without a trace of irony.

I love my blended self. My ancestry from London, England. My ancestry from New Zealand. I cannot fix the evils of the past; I can live in a way that honours both sides of my ancestry, without lip service, fawning, grovelling or apology.

To that end, I’m sure the Anzacs didn’t fight so transvestite manpigs could invade women’s spaces. I’m sure they didn’t fight to sterilise children for feelings in their head. They didn’t fight so irrelevant, dish-rag personality ‘non-binary’ losers could wokescold, hector, bully and browbeat us to accept cockfrockers and/or their imaginary identity. This hirsute pervert is working at Oxford University:

You are not a woman, you disgust me. Just another transvestite pervert given free rein to walk about in his fetish in public. Fetishes never travel alone, check this balding rug’s hard drive.

Trannys say ‘It’s not a fetish!’ and then their brothers come along and say ‘Hold my estrogen!’:

Fuck off, Perverts!

Eddie was in NZ last week (is he still here? Fucken deviant) and the weekend paper had a feature all about him. I fixed the copy I found in the cafe I was in (it’s Phillippa holding it up for the pic, by the way):

This disgusting manslab tranny is 64. SIXTY-FOUR. And he said he wants children. But it’s not a fetish, ok?

Meanwhile, BBC continues it’s self-loathing:

Eleanor Was Neither Black Nor Fat

The only woman in the world to marry the French, then the English king. The woman who raised an army against said English king (aided by her sons) to protest his control of her lands and lack of freedom. Now a fat black woman doing a terrible rap. And her son Richard there looks like he’s going to deliver a tikka masala. Don’t at me, I don’t give a fuck how that makes you feel - The Lionheart wasn’t an Indian/Asian/Black man. Be told. The whole ‘muh reparations!’ has got out of hand:

*they’re, my man. They’re. Black Americans acting as if they were the only people slaved, ever. It’s not even the most recent, bei! Arabs enslaved millions. Africa STILL enslaves millions. Africa sold/sells their own people. But the push for ‘whitey bad!’ via DEI and multi-culturalism is an infection that needs treating. Cut it out, like a cancer. Because that’s what it is. Divide and rule, old as time.

I ‘decolonised’ 4-5 years ago. I examined my past, my country’s past, my parents’ pasts. History. Talked to the old people round my way. My siblings. It left me with an unshakeable love and acceptance for myself, my past, my history, and my future. You will NEVER get me to hate my English roots. Being mixed, do I hate my English side on Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays and half of Sunday? Alternating between Sunday morning and Sunday afternoon for variety? And on the off-days I can hate my Maori side? Is that how it works? Pffffft.

It feels a bit tranny-like of me to insert my stance on trannys/skinwalkers into nearly every missive. But it seems to have worked for they/them, so I’ll just do it too LoL. Why? Why do I bang on about transvestites and their imaginary rights? Because this is reality’s last stand. Biology is not bigotry. Biology dictates reality. Once more:

If you can/will lie about reality to the extent that you’re prepared to sacrifice women’s safety, privacy and dignity for the feelings of deviant cockfrocker pervert men in drag. If you can lie about the harm being perpetrated. If you can close your eyes and ears to the sterilising of generation after generation of confused children, you can, and I say this with the full lack of respect you deserve, GET FUCKED. AND the horse you rode in on.

I saw a post here saying if you’ll lie for trannys, you have shown yourself to be ‘corporate clay’. I love that. You are just corporate clay, to be shaped and moulded into whatever the oligarch snollygosters say. Weak sheeple.

It’s long past the time to stand up and push these deviant pervert skinwalking douchebros back INTO the closet. You need to keep your fetish in your bedroom, boys. Nobody wants to see you in your size 16 clodhopper canoe-shoes, cheap wig or greasy hair and ill-fitting clothing. Kink-shaming IS MY KINK.

I will not stop resisting trannys and their ball palmers. Because when reality snaps back, as it will, you will only have yourselves to blame, troonscum. Tick fucking tock!

LoL

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