The War On White Footpaths

[Douglas Mercer]

Douglas Mercer
September 23 2023

One of those big Jew think pieces that they post on a regular basis in which they excoriate Whiteness appeared the other day (September 19 2023). This one declared an eternal war on White footpaths, they are on the warpath against White footpaths, as they are on the warpath against anything White. But footpaths? Isn’t that beneath them? No, nothing is, they crawl on their slimy bellies so nothing is. They say that footpaths in England are the province of the old, the rich, the healthy and the White. But you know of that foursome it’s the White that gets under their skin. The idea that White people are meandering along a quaint old footpath in some leafy scene really gets to them, really stick in their craw. Does not the black man deserve a bit of that homey serenity? Does not the African thug just off the dinghy need a little quiet time on the stone way to contemplate? And the Paki rapist, what about him? He should be able to retire along garden path amidst the rhododendrons to think about his next rape attempt, should he not? But to them merry old England is not so merry; it’s a place of viscous White Supremacy where old time enjoyments are hoarded by the descendants of the Angles and the Saxons and that’s not fair. So what they do is declare the footpath to be racist—racist mind you!—but then really what is not by now?

“The old, white, wealthy and healthy have access to miles more public footpaths in their local neighborhoods than poor and ethnically diverse communities in England and Wales, according to a study.”

These super sleuths and investigative geniuses really blew the lid of footpaths did they not? Indeed, those lazy footways in the tree lined areas will never again be the same. They left no stone unturned and ripped the bark off of the stone walkways. Ida Tarbell is green with jealousy, Upton Sinclair never lit into the meat packing industry with more gale force, they are the Woodward and Bernstein of the out of the way trails. Whatever the English equivalent of the Pulitzer is these gumshoes will get it. Yes sir they have got to the very bottom of it and have discovered the totally unknown fact that White people, due to their inherent racial superiority, are wealthier and in better health than some newly arrived race scum from what are after all third world cesspits. And they have laid bare in public that White people, having a lot more love of charm and the old traditional way of England, are particularly prone to setting up old fashioned footpaths in the English countryside. One would think at most this might be considered a harmless idiosyncrasy or an old school mania but in the England of today it has become the moral equivalent of a federal crime. They’ve gone after cricket and bird watching and, hell, at Augusta, you can’t even have a spook in a white jump suit hand you your nine iron on the tricky twelfth hole anymore. They’ve gone after rural retreats in general, and they’ve gone after the very love and experience of nature. You see these are things that are near and dear to us and in miniature are the quintessence of who we are. Hence the outsized hatred and the bile.

“The whitest areas enjoy 144% more local footpaths than the most ethnically diverse areas, and the most affluent parts of the countries have 80% more local paths, defined as within a 10-minute walk of the area, according to the research, published by the Rambler.”

The site for this Rambler is really something else. You open it up and you are hit in the head by a metaphorical baseball and you for a minute you think you are opening a Jewish propaganda site, but then of course you are. Everyone knows that the blacks are quite averse to nature, and are averse to anything as old-world as a foot path, their natural home is in the armpits of urban squalor, if there’s not rats breeding under the stairwells they are discomfited. But here is a picture in a natural setting of a male spook and behind him is a beautiful Aryan woman who is obviously his mate as they are holding hands, smiling, and laughing. Later on she got the shiner from his jealous hyper violent rage but here on the site all is joy as the miscegenators take a stroll through the rye. Lower down we see the same two mixed race love birds and in this picture they have two tawny retarded looking hybrids in tow whom we suppose are the foul race bastard offspring. Like the old joke goes: you ask will this really promote walking? Answer: walking? And then to add injury to insult or a felony to the infraction they show a mid-sixties couple where the man is White and the female is black. We can only hope that they met after her “change of life” and did not produce any squalid mulattos to muck up the world (and the footpaths) even more.

“We’ve overlooked our paths as critical national infrastructure, said Jack Cornish, the head of paths for the Ramblers. This research shows that governments are missing an open goal. It’s clear that availability of paths close to people’s homes has a massive impact on health outcomes – but at the moment it’s the old, the healthy, the wealthy and the white that are primarily enjoying the benefit.”

Sure, blame all of the ills of the dark races, the fact that they live in squalor amid sordid neighborhoods, blame all that on the Whites trying to live out their retirement years in a little peace and quiet. What they hate is anything that reminds anyone of the country, of sweet and quaint breakfast nooks in out of the way places, places that have not been subsumed in the multicultural hurly burly of the mixed-race modern world. These are places that have been as it were trapped in a kind of amber, resonant of and vestiges of a time when these countries were still nice and White and decent and upstanding and places to live. They hate the old America of the bucolic ideal, the land of idyllic retreats in the quiet corner, when the independence of the yeoman famer held sway, and the butcher, the baker, and the candlestick maker had not been overthrown by a consumer culture which reduces everything to its last common denominator: the almighty dollar. America used to be a nation of villages and a nation of villagers; but cosmopolitan scum view this with a sneer; in Germany they haul in the container villages in the hamlets and villages so they are enriched to the hilt; in England the countryside has always had a special place, in Shakespeare’s plays every flower in the English countryside is mentioned, when the dark satanic mills of the Industrial Revolution appeared it left deep and lasting scars on the land and in men’s minds. And now the footpath, of all things, the humble weg or German lore, the humble footpath of puttering and lazy Sundays, the unobtrusive trail that leads nowhere or to somewhere perhaps serendipitous, this path is in their sights and under fire, is set to take the salvos. It is this hallmark of Whiteness, and this water mark of deep native culture that they say they want to “share” but really want to ruin; indeed, if somewhere or anywhere a White man is alone with his thoughts on winding path of stones overgrown with some tall grass you can be sure that the Jews are on the case.

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[Jim Mathias]

So they now want lots of space to give their overabundant supply of Pakis and Jamaicans areas for exercise? How about encouraging them to swim the English Channel? With some sharpshooters back on shore providing some encouragement to get back to France, dropping Diversity in the drink to dogpaddle 50 miles or sink! I'm telling you, there's no better fun to be had by all (especially our boys back on shore providing, erm, incentives) than this idea. Those who make it to the beaches at Normandy will most certainly become more fit.

And the bathing accomplished would do Mahmoud good too

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