Dancing at the Notting Hill Carnival
A celebration of multiculturalism in Britain... Puke material.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EO46cLABl1c&feature=share
Everytime a Brit rambles about their finest hour in the last great war, thye should take a look at this video and meditate a little while and decide whether they leave it by that or do something about it. The past which is here in Britain omnipresent in the media and the minds of people has become a morass where they sink in with pride but which sticks them to in immobilism, while wallowing in nostalgic sentiments, in stead of draining the marshes and build something new, a perspective and determination to overturn the decadence and reclaim their own nation. With sweat, tears and blood, if needed, as they did in the war.
This wiggerism is quite a detour from the first generations of Blacks entering Britain, who either with a snouldering grudge that still bore that magmanious respect of the days of chivalry for a worthy opponent or imbued with respect and admiration tried to emulate the Briton, took pride to adopt British culture, its manners and value. British culture was then not the coolness of the nineties, the one introduced by New Labour, it was an imposing and no-nonse Leitkultur, aristocratic in spirit and demeanour, self-assured by its national imperative. The day that a rival, an enemy, the barbarian doesn't look up to you, that's when you know you are in trouble. Then it won't be just a matter of bin them out of your borders, you have to straighten up yourself too and make a difference, but once your attention and will slackens, the hordes will return and finish you off. Cultural fights are no longer affairs of sermons and polemics,they reversed back to the brutal affairs of locking horns purely to earn the right to exist, to thrive and overpower others.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EO46cLABl1c&feature=share
Everytime a Brit rambles about their finest hour in the last great war, thye should take a look at this video and meditate a little while and decide whether they leave it by that or do something about it. The past which is here in Britain omnipresent in the media and the minds of people has become a morass where they sink in with pride but which sticks them to in immobilism, while wallowing in nostalgic sentiments, in stead of draining the marshes and build something new, a perspective and determination to overturn the decadence and reclaim their own nation. With sweat, tears and blood, if needed, as they did in the war.
This wiggerism is quite a detour from the first generations of Blacks entering Britain, who either with a snouldering grudge that still bore that magmanious respect of the days of chivalry for a worthy opponent or imbued with respect and admiration tried to emulate the Briton, took pride to adopt British culture, its manners and value. British culture was then not the coolness of the nineties, the one introduced by New Labour, it was an imposing and no-nonse Leitkultur, aristocratic in spirit and demeanour, self-assured by its national imperative. The day that a rival, an enemy, the barbarian doesn't look up to you, that's when you know you are in trouble. Then it won't be just a matter of bin them out of your borders, you have to straighten up yourself too and make a difference, but once your attention and will slackens, the hordes will return and finish you off. Cultural fights are no longer affairs of sermons and polemics,they reversed back to the brutal affairs of locking horns purely to earn the right to exist, to thrive and overpower others.
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