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Thursday, January 07, 2016

Party games are kids’ play but nationalism needs men


Nick The Stripper, hideous to the eye...
As the Ziopatriotard movement becomes more crowded than a European refugee centre, with every self-obsessed poser who hates Islam starting up their own political party and going out on a soapbox, the nationalist movement is stuck in a schoolyard game of trading insults with cucked losers from the arse-end of that kosher scene. Specifically, the Australia First Party wastes its time and purpose engaging the hypocritical beanbags of Party for Freedom’s chicken-tending head-honcho Howard “Foghorn Leghorn” Crawford and Distort (or Restore) Australia’s Michelle Holt. Or is that Mike? Who knows and who cares because none of them are worth anything.
 
It is a real pity, too, because 2015 has passed but left behind a great chunk of right-wing political history to research and unpack, but more importantly to act on. The Reclaim Australia movement rose up, burned for a moment like a child’s sparkler, and then ran out of phosphorous. Actually, it didn’t run out of anything, the curtain was peeled back revealing the big Jew Wizard pulling the strings behind it. The divas of that scene, who you all know and we couldn’t be bothered naming, have started groups, quit groups, supported fellow patriots, denounced fellow patriots, and now they all seem to have agreed to become defacto ‘anti-racism’ crusaders.
 
Yep, things are getting worse, and as the big wolf of China has not only knocked at the door but has unbolted it and made itself nice and comfy on the sofa, the great ‘hopes’ (irony intended) of this motley rabble of saviours are still locked in the madness of their Islam obsession when it must be patently obvious all round that diversity equals Islam, and every other problem that strangely is never evident in a homogenous society. But these clowns are where the political elites want them, chasing their own ineffective tails, and mutating into satellite Liberals -- conservatives with only one racial bias that they will soon be cured of.
 
Dickhead Party for Freedom, who only ever came into being to fuck with Aussie nationalism, are busily saving the nation by posting low-rent videos about Dr Jim Saleam. They even gave hope to future generations of Aussie kids by knocking up a bogus Facebook page calling Australia First Party “Islamo Nazis” and trying to drag the UPF’s Blair Cottrell into it. We note with great respect that Blair Cottrell and the UPF avoid engaging any of these sea monkeys in trivial games. They have their eyes on a certain prize and they are not taking them off it for any dumb cunt like Folkes, or Crawford because they are deadly serious. And while Dr Jim Saleam could easily just let that “Nazi” video keep working in his favour — if in fact anybody outside of the sheltered workshop of dysfunctional Zionists who inhabit that party has even bothered watching it — he invests a great amount of time validating these up-chucks who do not even pose a threat to him or his party. If he ignored the tossers, they’d disappear back up the Liberal party S-bend from whence they wriggled out of.

And so we wish to remind the serious nationalists that 2016 is here and Folkes — whose greatest achievement was bringing down a ruling whereby the federal court is now intervening to stifle lawful protest thanks to his pocky attempt to start another riot in Cronulla and get his Muppet head on the news — and the rest of them are just sparrow farts in the wind. Their time has been and gone, and all that they were ever going to contribute has been written on the fleeting page of history. But the mission is more serious than ever, and as our European cousins stand on the verge of all-out civil war, the repercussions for Australia are coming -- and they promise to be VERY favourable for nationalism. So all those with much to bring to this nationalism of ours have to stop swatting at the feints of retards sent by traitors to exhaust the energy of the movement and take a leaf out of the UPF’s book.
 
Get serious. Get angry. And focus on the real enemy, ‘cos these Ziotards are going back to the soil where all chickenshit eventually settles.
 
 

2 comments:

Nick Folkes said...

Thank you, Perrin. Looking forward to the new year. Bottoms up.

Anonymous said...

Nick The Stripper
a-hideous to the eye
a-hideous to the eye
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a fat little insect
a fat little insect
a fat little insect
and ooooooooh! here we go again

Nick The Stripper
a-dances on all fours
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he's in his birthday suit
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and ooooooooh! a-here we go again

Nick The Stripper
a-hideous to the eye
a-hideous to the eye
well he's a fat little insect
a fat little insect
a fat little insect
a fat little insect
and ooooooooh! here we go again


well he's a fat little insect
a fat little insect
a fat little insect
a fat little insect
he's in his birthday suit
he's in his birthday suit
he's in his birthday suit
he's in his birthday suit


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