The Saxons Rise Up

[Douglas Mercer]

Douglas Mercer
August 8 2024

Bloody old England is getting bloody again and it’s about damn time. It certainly took them long enough. They’ve had negros and negro love shoved down their throats for decades, they’ve had anti-racist acts, and they’ve been ruled over by the Jew’s stooges, and London looks like an open-air bazaar in some negro hell hole in the deepest darkest Africa. They’ve had the dark squatters put up in ritzy hotels, they’ve had the White countryside attacked as racist, they’ve had White Cricket attacked as racist, they’ve had Shakespeare and Keats booted from the curriculum as the curriculum gets decolonized. They’ve had barges filled with sable vermin, they’ve had country footpaths derided as racist, they’ve had a wog as their Prime Minister, and they’ve been sold a bill of goods by the Tories. They don’t call it Cuck Island for nothing, hell one of their princes married a negro harpy who could not stop bitching about racism, and the other prince went with his banshee consort to Jamaica and cried a river about White Supremacy. But all of this was just the harbinger of things to come and that Great White prophet Enoch Powell was not hallucinating when he saw the rivers running red. He told us all that it would come to this and he was correct. He said in the end your skin will be your uniform and he is correct. The particulars in this instance was that an African stabbed three little White girls do death (July 29 2024); and a lot of Whites took this as their cue that there was only so much shit they could eat, and they remembered to hate, and in this they are correct, when the Saxon rises bar the door. The riots have spread across England and the violence and the flames rise higher and higher. The dark murderer’s name is Rudakubana which alone is enough that all hell should break loose. Whatever happened to John Smith by the way? They say some people of color have been attacked and if so good, these squatters are not going to attack themselves after all. The noble Whites have clashed with police and it’s about time some of those traitors get taken down. The august Whites have clashed with anti-racist protestors and it’s well past due that some of them came a cropper. All in all it’s a sight for sore eyes and expect more of this, much more. The White race has too storied and too great a history to go gently into any good night. Is it too little too late? Only time will tell. But a wonderful spectacle like this serves an important purpose. It puts the world on notice. On notice that there is a vast cohort of White people who don’t cotton to the brainwashing about equality, or the lies about the victimhood of the dark man, that there is a large reservoir of out people who see this for what it is, not a parlor game about grievance or justice but a battle of life and death. And when push comes to shove (and when does it not in the end?) we will make sure we are not on the losing end of anything. And that if tested any more there will be hell to pay. And we will make them pay i, pay it in full now that the bill has come due. And that is not really so very hard to understand, is it? One thing you can be sure of is the message is getting through to the receiver, and they are quaking if fear. For you see too many of us gave peace a chance and it failed miserably, but for more than enough us no more.

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Douglas Mercer
August 8 2024

... He told us all that it would come to this and he was correct. He said in the end your skin will be your uniform and he is correct. The particulars in this instance was that an African stabbed three little White girls do death (July 29 2024); and a lot of Whites took this as their cue that there was only so much shit they could eat, and they remembered to hate, and in this they are correct, when the Saxon rises bar the door....

THE WRATH OF THE AWAKENED SAXON
by Rudyard Kipling

It was not part of their blood,
It came to them very late,
With long arrears to make good,
When the Saxon began to hate.

They were not easily moved,
They were icy -- willing to wait
Till every count should be proved,
Ere the Saxon began to hate.

Their voices were even and low.
Their eyes were level and straight.
There was neither sign nor show
When the Saxon began to hate.

It was not preached to the crowd.
It was not taught by the state.
No man spoke it aloud
When the Saxon began to hate.

It was not suddently bred.
It will not swiftly abate.
Through the chilled years ahead,
When Time shall count from the date
That the Saxon began to hate.