Failing to keep a stiff upper lip

 

Well, where do I start? It's been a while, I know.

 

There are various reasons for my absence: Busy with work and home, writer's block, sheer laziness and the dog ate my homework-tier stuff. The biggest and most honest reason is, as my mum used to tell me sometimes, if you've got nothing nice or good to say, then don't say anything at all. I've had nothing good to say.

 

I rather dislike administering black pills, but since the first (very politely worded) complaint has come in over the lack of content, I've no choice but to let you have it.

 

What I've been feeling over the last couple of months is a deep sense of despair, the root of which is and has always been my number one concern, namely demographics.

 

I mean things pre-COVID were bad enough, weren't they? Then we had the Boriswave of Indians very visibly impacting every town in the country, so that the old claim that replacement migration isn't happening became very suddenly defunct with every corner of the country now unable to deny it or bury their heads in the sand. All that remains for the left is to claim that it is somehow a good thing.

 

Where I am, so many arrived in such a short space of time, all smiling and very happy to be here, seeming to believe that their English could be understood through their often inpenetrable accents and that their invasion would be welcomed. So many arrived that I was quite shocked that it was even logistically possible.

 

But then it got worse, much worse. I started to notice a vast number of Africans arriving. Rough-looking, sullen Africans all going off to their care jobs, resentfully looking after your Granny, or thoughtlessly and reluctantly dragging around the most vulnerable people in society. This last thing has been bothering me for quite some time anyway, but now it's ubiquitous.

 

This is on top of an influx of Orientals and various Middle Eastern detritus. What the former do for a living is a mystery to me. As we know, the various sand negroes are busily tearing up the streets on their electric bikes delivering Goyslop to the bovine masses, with their uniform of full winter coats, hoods and balaclavas even in thirty-degree heat in scenes resembling something out of Mad Max but worse.

 

The high street has been taken over by Arabs and Turks providing "street food" and vapes, handling stolen mobile phones or giving haircuts in between selling heroin and money laundering. The owners of these establishments park where they like outside their shops on double yellows, simply moving briefly when the warden shows up. They're always there to avoid the ticket, their family members and friends all just milling about outside at all hours of the day and night. The heirs to the kebab, vape, haircut and mobile phone empires are driving their BMWs at dangerous speeds through built-up areas without regard for anyone's safety. Then there's the Roma Gypsy vermin; begging, shoplifting and pickpocketing.

 

We've been completely flooded, I'd estimate that half the white people I see around are foreign too. I doubt we're more than sixty per cent of the population at this point, whatever the official statistics might claim.

I knew that things would get worse before they got better, but it seems that doesn't make it any easier to take. I've watched in horror since the early 2000s when the floodgates were really opened. Even before Neathergate, it seemed obvious that in their minds more immigration would lead to less racism. Obvious madness, the opposite of predictable reality. I've been saying for a while that the more immigration you have, the more racial tension you'll get. I think my reaction is just a reflection of that.

 

I suppose there's a white pill in there somewhere. If I'm any kind of barometer for public feeling, and I think I probably am, then the public is getting pretty desperate now. Certainly, with the word Remigration finding its way into the mainstream, the popularity of Rupert Lowe and the relative success of Reform shows an appetite for hitherto unthinkable solutions to the demographic crisis.

I'm sure the mere mention of Farage's Reform has you rolling your eyes. Me too. We now have a proliferation of "right wing" parties all basically lame CivNat cuckery who splinter the right wing vote anyway, which is just how the establishment like it.

 

We have Farage's Reform, Ben Habib's Rehash, Laurence the coal burner Fox's Reclaim, Nick Macaroni's Ukip and God knows who else. It's a fucking circus.

 

And all the time we are receiving more and more third-world savages.

 

I don't know what else to say. I'm not reacting well to it. I'm finding it increasingly difficult to keep a stiff upper lip and increasingly difficult to hide my resentment. I have very little tolerance left. I just want this nightmare to end.

 

So how are you coping?