“Tradition means giving votes to the most obscure of all classes, our ancestors. It is the democracy of the dead. Tradition refuses to submit to that arrogant oligarchy who merely happen to be walking around.”

European Quagmire

It was quite apt, I think, that the new Italian prime minister was sworn in by the Italian president with the European Union flag, the most prominent among all the flags in the room. We have now seen, for better or worse, the first coup d’état in Europe. Well actually the second, the coup in Greece was the first but that was inevitable.

Italy is a strange nation, it is in many ways a collection of ‘patrias’ the old kingdoms of Naples, Sicily and Sardinia, the old republics of Venice, Florence, Sienna, Genoa and Pisa. Then there were the dukedoms and principalities in the north. It has never been a united nation, it is a culture, not a nation.

When the Masonic Garibaldi, Cavour and their puppet king Vittorio Emmanuel stormed the Italian peninsula in the 1860s and 70s they forced together a disparate and alien group of people’s into an artificial state, with an artificial monarchy and an invented history and ever since, the old loyalties of the patrias have trumped the artificial created state of Italy.

Corruption has been associated with Italy and the Italian states for a very long time, but in truth it has never really held Italy back, Venice, the queen of the sea was able to rule a substantial empire for over a thousand years, separated from the mainland by its famous lagoon, Genoa and Pisa were for short times great maritime powers on a par with Venice, but did not have the protective lagoon to keep them from greedy neighbours. Florence for a time was the centre of the world and Milan has had some of the best of glory years. Even in the deep south, in the kingdoms of the Two Sicilies or later on the kingdoms of Naples and Sicily we were able to glimpse greatness, attested today by the sheer number of wonders that the forebears of these people left to us.

Italy may be artificial, it may be an abomination, but it is more then the whole, it’s glory lies in the sum of its parts. It must therefore be afforded the honour as one of the pillars of the west, not a mean honour!

And it passed that this once great collection of proud and glorious states has ended its days in the enslaving embrace of a cruel and harsh taskmaster, the even most abomnomous European Union.

Berlusconi was a cad and a fool, he was most likely a member of those international organisations such as the bilderburgers, the CFR, and others, he was probably a mason, although I have no proof of this, and he partied, whilst Italy slid into bankruptcy.

Berlusconi’s fall is evidence, if any of us needed it, that the European Union will not tolerate failure, they will not allow anyone to endanger their plans, that of complete pan continental power, power over our money, the armed forces, the laws and regulations and even religion. Is is a sinister group of people, hidden in shadow and empowered by the enemies of Christendom.

Before anyone thinks otherwise, I’m not anti- Europe. Europe is my home, it is my past and by God it will be my future, it is from her that almost all the good of the world has sprung, it is from our shore that hope and charity spread across the world like a storm, wiping away the cruel despots of lesser peoples and it is here where the battle for this age is and will continue to take place.

But my Europe and ‘their’ Europe are two very different things! Their Europe is the laboratory for all the sick fantasies of the NWO, they wish to see a propositional empire, ruled by cold logic, and peopled by a sea of animals. In this Europe we shall have no liberty, we shall have no justice and our history will be twisted away to a point where it will not have any basis in reality, their Europe is a vision of hell, ruled by an amoral, occultist elite, and they shall rule over a degraded, lost and enslaved peoples, many of them half castes, who will be unable to understand the horror of their existence.

My Europe is different. I am a true European. My ancestors were a mix of Gauls, Franks, Northmen, Anglo- Saxons and Gaelic Celts. My fathers side came to Ireland with the Normans, they were of course Norman, they conquered lands in Ireland and married the Irish. They remained a part of the Anglo-Norman people, or perhaps the Hiberno-Norman people, they later on became part of the Anglo-Irish aristocracy, yes I know! We are the baddies in Hollywood lore!

Well through family misfortune and drink, we lost everything a few generations ago, I am now lucky to be middle class, although I am still proud of where I have come from and the men and women who I count as my forebears. There are terrible tales of loss and grief, amazing stories of glory and honour, from battlefields as far apart as India and the Western Front, it is an history that makes me feel a part of the European soil, a part of its spirit and I will not let the whores and traitors in Europe destroy everything my forebears fought for!

This is my home is is our home, and it is here that we must win the fight! There will be no refuge across the seas, for they are in as perilous as situation as we are, we all lose or we all win.

I have been made more aware of this fact by my travels in Europe, I have seen the glories of Italy and Spain, I have walked the cobbled streets of Paris, Prague and Zurich, I have seen with my own eyes the precious thing that is our home. Recently I travelled to Germany and used Couchsurfing to stay with a German biochemical engineering student. I was shocked by his generosity and his trust in me, he allowed me to stay in his room, he gave me a set of keys to his flat, he gave me the password to his Internet and introduced me to his friends. It was a joy to be somewhere European. There were no savages in that city, there was no crime that I could see and there was a trust and civility that one can only find in a true European city.

Whilst there I was able to speak to a few Germans who seemed to understand instinctively the crisis in which Europe has been thrust by our whoreish leaders, they seemed glad to have a fellow to confide in, I think I can be of more use there then in the cesspool that is modern London.

I have not been defeated, but I know that both Ireland and England are no longer places for me, the rot is to painful to behold, too unbearable to witness every day. The summer riots were the last straw. Now it is time to spend the rest of my short youth in a European city, perhaps to help some of the lost and frustrated souls there, to give them hope that not all is lost and to build a life that can be free from the constant fear of violence and thuggery.

Europe is my home, not just a small part, but all of it, and wherever I will go I will resist the tyranny that threatens to overwhelm us.

Remember Tours, remember Vienna, remember Lepanto!

One response

  1. ELN

    Europe has been at peace with itself since 1945, but it took over a 1000 years to arrive at that juncture after warring factions finally came to a standstill. Since the end of the WWII and since the beginning of the United Nations, there’s been this relentless push of Non-white immigration into Europe, starting with Britain in 1948.

    To the best of her ability, Barbara Spectre (google her) is doing her part in force-feeding “multiculturalism” to Europeans whether Europeans desire it, or not.

    Although unconfirmed, apparently 50,000,000 Africans are to be invited Europe through job centres placed throughout African countries. Imagine seeing Europe in ruins in less than 100 years, if that plan was successfully launched!

    Anyhow, I wish you well with your forthcoming venture to Germany. On the topic of Germany, I just came across this snippet of buried history, if you’ve not already read it.

    November 22, 2011 at 9:53 pm

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