Divide and Conquer

A Letter to my People
by Dymphna

A British reader sent this to us yesterday and asked us to post it. It is an appeal to his fellow Britons to unite in order to overcome the dhimmification of their country...

A Letter to my People

“The time has come”, the Walrus said, “to talk of many thing.” So, with apologies to Lewis Carroll and to the Bard, I ask, “Friends, Britons, countrymen, lend me your ears and consider this: You are under attack; your enemies are both within and without and their malignant intent is to take either your mind or your life.

”Then I ask you to look around your homeland and decide for yourself whether the statement above is true or false. If it is false, or if this is the future you want, or are prepared to tolerate, do nothing.

But if there are those of you who see the truth of it, and choose to remain free men and women, then you must stand up and be counted, for time is running out. Perhaps, if enough of us do, we may find that we are not as few as our voices in the wilderness would make it appear, but that our lack of cohesion, of organisation, of mutual support merely substantiates the old axiom ‘divide and conquer’.

We must somehow join together in resistance, become one demographic, one voice, then raise that voice in furious harmony and make it heard across these Islands until its resonance shatters the tidal wave of atavism that engulfs us. If we do nothing, then atrocity will reign, our grandsons will only be able to count to seventy-two and they will be doomed to bang their heads on the floor in mindless obeisance to an alien deity as they await their transition to a non-existent eternity of debauchery.

In the subdued light of mosques and madrassas, from Fraserburgh to Fishguard to Finsbury Park, evolution will have ceased, and our granddaughters will be nothing more than gender slaves - breeding machines for the New Caliphate.

Know this: the barbarians are through the gates and they are abed in unholy alliance with the enemy within. Our ethnic cleansing is upon us. Complacency, apathy and indulgence have created the fertile soil where priests spring up like summer corn, whilst other ideological vultures gather in the sky above. Either we fight together and fight now, or we will die alone, picked off one at a time by the Thought Police and their agents as they sulk in memory of their lost Marxist Paradise.

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