The land of my forefathers has some major problems (bigly, you could say). Sadly, the British “stiff upper lip” has been replaced with “limp wrists” and a fondness for mass suicidal altruism. The land of the Briton is now quickly being replaced and becoming the land of the Mohammedan. Last week’s (now) routine and totally predictable carnage is just another testament of the poisonous fruit of diversity and Britain’s, as well as the West in general, impotent and worthless response to their own destruction.
On the flipside of a book cover featuring an image vaguely reminiscent of a paramilitary Lynyrd Skynyrd is a blurb with the following words:
Civil War II isn’t just a nightmare anymore…
Social, political, and economic forces are pulling America apart and driving her toward a bloody war that may fracture the nation into several different countries, divided along ethnic lines. Riots…gangs…militias…exploding crime rates…mass immigration…rising unemployment…falling wages…these are all factors that will fuel the fires of war.
I was born in the early 1970s, a transitory era in Western culture that followed the political upheaval of the 1960s. As such, sociologists would categorize me as a member of “Generation X.” Not much is said about my generation. You could almost say we’re forgotten. We grew up with the economic security of the 1980s and we lived through Glasnost and Perestroika, a calming of tensions between the communist Soviet Union and western democracies. We had no Pearl Harbor or 9/11 to deal with as children. Our popular music was still Eurocentric, and blacks had their own genres such as R&B and Motown, which were relatively civil when compared to modern hip-hop and rap music.