England Submits
Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2023 11:33 pm
Douglas Mercer
July 26 2023
The Gay Mulatto claimed that the morning Muslim call to prayer is the most beautiful sound on the planet, but then he married a dude in a dress so that tells you everything you need to know about that guy. In Minneapolis they have bent over backwards and changed noise ordinances so the Muzzies can wail their cackling wails “at all ours.” And London itself has a pint sized Muslim mayor in what used to be one of the beating hearts of the White world; and not all that long ago they cheered on while some of Islam’s children raped young innocent working class White girls, burnt them with cigarettes, and passed them around to the various factions of the mujahedeen like chewed cigars. And now Cuck Island has put on warp speed its already swift slide into senescence, senility and submission. They have allowed a billionaire sand nigger to purchase a White London icon and turn it into (of all things) a dirty Mosque. So right there in front of the gods and everyone those turban wearing weirdoes will turn their ugly brown faces to Mecca in London Town and stick their dirty asses in the air and wail that execrable wail of theirs. The sounds of the White man will be drowned out in the meantime as the capitulation is complete.
“The new settings were done in an Opera Baroque style style, and the various Trocaderos of the English-speaking world have derived their names from this original, the epitome of grand Edwardian catering. Murals on Arthurian themes decorated the grand staircase, and the Long Bar catered to gentlemen only. During World War I the Trocadero initiated the first concert tea in which tea was served in the Empire Hall, accompanied by a full concert programme.”
So is described the Trocadero in heart of London, which is now in filthy Muslim hands. It was built in time of the high-water mark of the White world when it ruled the waves and everything else; those hard men in top hats should have augured in only unlimited skies ahead. But by a grand irony of fate while the White world had reached its seeming never ending apogee deep currents of anxiety and dread were born. Among those who looked into the crystal ball of the future the rise of the colored people seemed nearly destined despite all appearances. Their prognostications of White doom which seemed at the time alarmist have come to pass; they were not the black pillers of their time but veritable Cassandras. Those men who to all appearances strode the world like colossuses were inheritors but not progenitors, behind all their work was a bill of sale and a bill of goods. And where confident White men once were the Muslim call to prayer rings out its sinister notes.
“The historic landmark situated in the heart of London’s entertainment quarter was built during the reign of Queen Victoria, and has been used previously as a restaurant, a cinema and shopping complex, before being repurposed as an arcade and indoor theme park sponsored by Pepsi and Sega in the 1990s. The London Trocadero was an entertainment complex on Coventry Street, with a rear entrance in Shaftesbury Avenue, London. It was originally built in 1896. Much later it became known for the video-game oriented Sega World attractions which were added in 1996, and later downscaled and renamed to Funland before its closure in 2011.”
Hollowed out and gone to seed--it was this which laid the preparation for its toppling. Downscaling is an understatement. A magnificent White man’s building betokening the power of the race over time succumbed to consumer culture and the wicked entreaties of “entertainment.” It’s a sure bet that the notion of something as trivial and frivolous as “funland” would have been downright anathema to those great men of the former time. Sega and Pepsi are part of the monolith meant to euthanize our people, to inject soma into our blood stream, and make nice quiet sheep like people gorging on crazes and crapola. There is nothing inevitable about this rapid moral decline and devolution and race suicide is a choice not a law. You can choose to live according to the laws laid down by your ancestors, or you can piss it all away in a fit of transitory “fun.”
“A Muslim billionaire has been granted permission to convert an iconic building in central London into a three-story mosque. Westminster Council has approved a planning application submitted by a foundation owned by property tycoon Asif Aziz for the Islamic prayer center inside the Trocadero, a former exhibition and entertainment complex on Coventry Street.”
This pestiferous foreigner should never have been allowed in the country in the first instance, or buy property, let alone purchase a grand London Icon. The entire nation should be cleansed of these vermin with everything reverting to White hands. But money is the lowest common denominator, it’s the last thing everyone can agree on, and is fungible as hell. And the race alien’s money is just as good as the White man’s and they can come in and snap up all of our precious heirlooms should they so choose. And you can bet they will choose to do so in a ritual of humiliation after ritual of humiliation. Whatever the name on the building happens to read the sign says “conquered.”
“The mosque will have capacity for 390 worshipers, down considerably from the 1,000-capacity initially proposed back in 2020, which was vehemently opposed by local residents. The facility is being founded through the Aziz Foundation, a charitable organization established by Malawian-born Aziz back in 2015. In a statement on Monday, the foundation said the center will provide an indispensable place for the Muslims who work, visit, and live in the area and for whom prayer forms a cornerstone of their life.”
Only 390? Well, that’s exactly 390 too many. But soon enough they will pour in in their thousands, that you can be sure of. The Great Replacement is fundamentally a territorial proposition, a matter of living space. Once the homes, the schools, the buildings, and the institutions belonged to us, now they belong to them. It is as elementary as the law of nature herself; block by block one people hustles and elbows and edges another aside, and unless there is a will to resist the latter goes under. Whether the land is formally acknowledged as ceded or not does not matter. Possession is not nine-tenths of the law, when it comes to population swamping it is the entirety of the law. Whole neighborhoods have sunk to belonging to the enemy, when you walk thorough them you see their dark faces, their dark shops, and you hear their dog languages being spoken. It may still be called “England” but that’s just a name. Sutter Hoo and Magna Carta and the Crystal Palace are just rumors; and it’s their home now.
July 26 2023
The Gay Mulatto claimed that the morning Muslim call to prayer is the most beautiful sound on the planet, but then he married a dude in a dress so that tells you everything you need to know about that guy. In Minneapolis they have bent over backwards and changed noise ordinances so the Muzzies can wail their cackling wails “at all ours.” And London itself has a pint sized Muslim mayor in what used to be one of the beating hearts of the White world; and not all that long ago they cheered on while some of Islam’s children raped young innocent working class White girls, burnt them with cigarettes, and passed them around to the various factions of the mujahedeen like chewed cigars. And now Cuck Island has put on warp speed its already swift slide into senescence, senility and submission. They have allowed a billionaire sand nigger to purchase a White London icon and turn it into (of all things) a dirty Mosque. So right there in front of the gods and everyone those turban wearing weirdoes will turn their ugly brown faces to Mecca in London Town and stick their dirty asses in the air and wail that execrable wail of theirs. The sounds of the White man will be drowned out in the meantime as the capitulation is complete.
“The new settings were done in an Opera Baroque style style, and the various Trocaderos of the English-speaking world have derived their names from this original, the epitome of grand Edwardian catering. Murals on Arthurian themes decorated the grand staircase, and the Long Bar catered to gentlemen only. During World War I the Trocadero initiated the first concert tea in which tea was served in the Empire Hall, accompanied by a full concert programme.”
So is described the Trocadero in heart of London, which is now in filthy Muslim hands. It was built in time of the high-water mark of the White world when it ruled the waves and everything else; those hard men in top hats should have augured in only unlimited skies ahead. But by a grand irony of fate while the White world had reached its seeming never ending apogee deep currents of anxiety and dread were born. Among those who looked into the crystal ball of the future the rise of the colored people seemed nearly destined despite all appearances. Their prognostications of White doom which seemed at the time alarmist have come to pass; they were not the black pillers of their time but veritable Cassandras. Those men who to all appearances strode the world like colossuses were inheritors but not progenitors, behind all their work was a bill of sale and a bill of goods. And where confident White men once were the Muslim call to prayer rings out its sinister notes.
“The historic landmark situated in the heart of London’s entertainment quarter was built during the reign of Queen Victoria, and has been used previously as a restaurant, a cinema and shopping complex, before being repurposed as an arcade and indoor theme park sponsored by Pepsi and Sega in the 1990s. The London Trocadero was an entertainment complex on Coventry Street, with a rear entrance in Shaftesbury Avenue, London. It was originally built in 1896. Much later it became known for the video-game oriented Sega World attractions which were added in 1996, and later downscaled and renamed to Funland before its closure in 2011.”
Hollowed out and gone to seed--it was this which laid the preparation for its toppling. Downscaling is an understatement. A magnificent White man’s building betokening the power of the race over time succumbed to consumer culture and the wicked entreaties of “entertainment.” It’s a sure bet that the notion of something as trivial and frivolous as “funland” would have been downright anathema to those great men of the former time. Sega and Pepsi are part of the monolith meant to euthanize our people, to inject soma into our blood stream, and make nice quiet sheep like people gorging on crazes and crapola. There is nothing inevitable about this rapid moral decline and devolution and race suicide is a choice not a law. You can choose to live according to the laws laid down by your ancestors, or you can piss it all away in a fit of transitory “fun.”
“A Muslim billionaire has been granted permission to convert an iconic building in central London into a three-story mosque. Westminster Council has approved a planning application submitted by a foundation owned by property tycoon Asif Aziz for the Islamic prayer center inside the Trocadero, a former exhibition and entertainment complex on Coventry Street.”
This pestiferous foreigner should never have been allowed in the country in the first instance, or buy property, let alone purchase a grand London Icon. The entire nation should be cleansed of these vermin with everything reverting to White hands. But money is the lowest common denominator, it’s the last thing everyone can agree on, and is fungible as hell. And the race alien’s money is just as good as the White man’s and they can come in and snap up all of our precious heirlooms should they so choose. And you can bet they will choose to do so in a ritual of humiliation after ritual of humiliation. Whatever the name on the building happens to read the sign says “conquered.”
“The mosque will have capacity for 390 worshipers, down considerably from the 1,000-capacity initially proposed back in 2020, which was vehemently opposed by local residents. The facility is being founded through the Aziz Foundation, a charitable organization established by Malawian-born Aziz back in 2015. In a statement on Monday, the foundation said the center will provide an indispensable place for the Muslims who work, visit, and live in the area and for whom prayer forms a cornerstone of their life.”
Only 390? Well, that’s exactly 390 too many. But soon enough they will pour in in their thousands, that you can be sure of. The Great Replacement is fundamentally a territorial proposition, a matter of living space. Once the homes, the schools, the buildings, and the institutions belonged to us, now they belong to them. It is as elementary as the law of nature herself; block by block one people hustles and elbows and edges another aside, and unless there is a will to resist the latter goes under. Whether the land is formally acknowledged as ceded or not does not matter. Possession is not nine-tenths of the law, when it comes to population swamping it is the entirety of the law. Whole neighborhoods have sunk to belonging to the enemy, when you walk thorough them you see their dark faces, their dark shops, and you hear their dog languages being spoken. It may still be called “England” but that’s just a name. Sutter Hoo and Magna Carta and the Crystal Palace are just rumors; and it’s their home now.
