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If black people were consumer products, they’d have to ban them.
Here in Health-and-Safety Britain, a single baby pokes their eye out on a loose pin on a particular brand of cheaply made Taiwanese teddy bear, and they’re pulled from shelves and have a total import prohibition slapped on them immediately.
Contrariwise, recall the fate of Axel Rudakubana, the black son of equally black Rwandan immigrants, who was charged with stabbing three schoolgirls to death in the English town of Southport precisely a year ago now, on July 29, 2024. When it turned out he had apparently also been mixing ricin pudding in his home, a hobby with the potential to kill thousands of innocent people, not just blind a single squealing toddler, the initial state response was to temporarily ban all meaningful discussion of the fact, even in Parliament, not to try to deport him as a clearly substandard item of hazardous, child-endangering overseas goods.
As we shall see, in the wake of the Southport stabbings, there are even now proposals to ban knives outright, or at least all sharp and pointy ones—you may have thought no other kinds of knives would even be possible. It’s all ban this, ban that, ban the other in the country these days…ban everything, in fact, other than that which truly does need banning: the continued uncontrolled inrush of those who wield the knives, not the wholly inanimate and therefore innocent knives themselves.
“Maybe the best class of persons to ban would be the idiot politicians who repeatedly impose new and unnecessary problems upon their own people.”
A Matter of Knife and Death
There is a desperate pretense among the U.K. ruling class that, by opening the country up to mass immigration over the past few decades, they have DEFINITELY NOT also simultaneously opened the place up to massive and intractable problems that, like the immigrants themselves, were previously largely alien to it. But this is just not true.
Clearly, whenever you import people, wherever you get them from, you end up including some criminals. But, of course, all nations have preexistent domestic criminals of their own, even (previously) first-world and white ones like the U.K. So the salient issue becomes, who commits crime at a greater relative rate? The country’s original inhabitants, or the newcomers? Because if it is the latter, then all you are really bringing in is a litany of endless future problems, and a comprehensive import ban ought to be imposed upon such defective foreign-manufactured consumer products immediately.
When it comes specifically to knife crime, humans assembled on production lines abroad definitely have the edge. Admittedly, people have always stabbed one another in Great Britain, and naturally, historically speaking, most of them will have been white: Jack the Ripper did not disembowel his victims with a dessert spoon. Neither do today’s Black the Rippers, though.
In places like Non-Whitechapel today, despite making up “only” 13 percent of London’s population, at the last estimation blacks account for 61 percent of knife murders in the city. As per usual, the response of the government has just been to attack the symptom here, not the ultimate cause: In 2024 politicians decided to ban large knives, not large Africans. In a complete inversion of the old NRA slogan, it’s now “People don’t kill people—knives do.”
The Law Is a Blunt Instrument
Sad to say, this is the same cack-handed official response to the Southport stabbings, too. The adult leader of the Taylor Swift-themed dance class where the schoolgirls got gutted wide open like helpless beached fish was a woman named Leanne Lucas, who bravely intervened to protect them, sustaining several serious knife wounds herself.
Many of these wounds were caused specifically by the pointed tip of the kitchen knife used, not its actual longer horizontal blade edge. Therefore, Leanne has come up with the bright idea of banning pointed-tip knives across the U.K. and replacing them all with blunt-tipped ones instead.
Promoting her new “Let’s Be Blunt” campaign to receptive politicians, Lucas has complained that the very act of setting eyes upon a sharp-pointed knife in a kitchen is now profoundly “triggering” to her, as “I can’t now ‘unsee’ what’s in the kitchen, so I’ve got to do something about that.”
From the perspective of HM Government, Lucas’ proposal comes as a convenient public distraction measure from the real issue here: the person who stabbed her, not the precise form of instrument he happened to stab her with. If some of the other surviving childhood victims from Southport had gotten together and decided they were equally badly “triggered” by the sight of black men, do you think their consequent crusade to ban them from British shores would have gained much traction in Parliament?
Blunt-tipped knives can always be sharpened anyway, by Africans truly determined to do you harm. Besides which, ordinary British housewives and chefs have several perfectly legitimate uses for sharp-tipped knives in their kitchens—fending off black men who climb in through their windows and try to stab them, for example. By banning sharp-tipped knives, all the anarcho-tyranny merchants of the British state will succeed in doing is making life more difficult for normal law-abiding cooks, while achieving absolutely nothing when it comes to small children being sliced and diced by Rwandans.
Deprived of a sharp-tipped knife, the Southport stabber, Axel Rudakubana, may simply have turned his attention toward his alternative (and potentially far worse) planned mass-murder plot of manufacturing ricin from castor beans instead. Under Leanne Lucas’ proposed changes to the statute books, he would have been perfectly free to do so, as purchasing or possessing castor beans would remain, just as it is today, in no way illegal—it would only be using a sharp-tipped knife to open the awkwardly sealed packet that would get you a knock on the door from counterterror police.
Dutch Cowardice
All across modern Europe, a consistent observable pattern emerges—ancient freedoms of the white European masses, like possessing functionally useful kitchen knives, are being swept away as the most convenient “solution” to problems only caused by the state’s genuinely harmful mass importation of millions upon millions of unnecessary non-white persons in the first place.
In Germany, a new poll has just shown that 59 percent of citizens support a ban being placed on fireworks on New Year’s Eve. Why? Because curiously unspecified “youths” have in recent years begun throwing them at police and passersby, injuring people and blowing things up in spates of unprovoked sparkly ultraviolence. White Germans never used to perform such antisocial acts upon such a scale; but the newly brought-in brown Muslims do. So now, if and when the ban goes through, the white Germans and their children can’t have their previously harmless pretty shiny colors going “Bang!” in the Jan. 1 night sky anymore.
It’s the same in Holland, where a law mandating an upcoming ban on the public sale of fireworks was passed in April, following a spate of sometimes deadly attacks in which large numbers of fireworks had been bundled together and combined with petrol to act as makeshift bombs. Guess who the people responsible were? You’ll probably have to guess, because most reports just don’t have the guts to use awkward and impolite words like “Moroccans” and “Afghans.”
According to the mayor of Nijmegen, Hubert Bruls, the all-too-violent habitual misuse of fireworks as items of deadly high explosives was now a “Dutch disease.” Yes, in much the same sense as sharia law, jihad, and child marriage are now equally “Dutch” diseases too.
An Idea of No Note
In France, something way more important and socially useful than Roman candles and sparklers could soon find itself being banned in the name of diversity—physical cash. In May, Justice Minister Gerald Darmanin suggested that this “fairly simple measure” would halt illegal drug dealing in the nation at a stroke, as it would supposedly make it impossible to pay for smack and hashish without customers being traced and found out, unlike the use of anonymous banknotes.
This was an important measure, as some have been warning that modern-day France is in severe danger of becoming “a Mexicanized narco-state,” due to the high levels of drug-related murder and other cartel crime there; but such observers should have said “an Islamized narco-state,” as hyper-violent Muslim gangs shipped in from places like Algeria appear to be the ones largely responsible. An amazing 50 percent or so of France’s prison population is Muslim, suggesting a much less disruptive solution to the self-imposed problem than banning cash for everyone. Why not just either deport the prisoners back to their real homelands, or surreptitiously pump some Zyklon B through their in-cell hookahs?
Instead of being nasty and racist, though, Darmanin suggests 95-year-old white women who’ve never even used a smartphone before suddenly be forced to use complex cryptocurrencies to pay for their daily groceries, or else starve. That way they won’t even be able to get mugged (most likely by foreigners), men like Darmanin hope. This despite the fact that cryptocurrency users across France are now being kidnapped and having their fingers chopped off as part of a brutal new method of ransom-based mugging instead of thugs simply stealing the notes from their purses as in days of old.
Personally, I think I’d rather have my wallet filched than my fingers mini-guillotined. Once cryptocurrency becomes compulsory and widespread, and this kind of crime on behalf of Arab crime clans becomes more widespread, what will Darmanin’s next proposed new “solution” be? Introducing some brand-new form of less vulnerable monetary technology called “cash” again?
Maybe, even more than banning blacks and Arabs, the best class of persons to ban, whatever their skin color, would be the idiot politicians who repeatedly impose new and unnecessary problem after new and unnecessary problem upon their own people, then stand up and pose as being their “saviors” for subsequently acting to curtail their previously enjoyed civil liberties and calling it a “marvelous new solution” for everyone to enjoy.
The whole sorry, sordid spectacle is enough to make you want to stab yourself. If you can find a knife non-blunt enough still to be able to perform such a useful function, that is.