Notting Hill Carnival, 2017

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In England, a popular saying has always gone, “If you want to know the time, ask a policeman.” The aphorism has today been extended to further read, “Because a policeman is the only one safe from getting his watch stolen in the country right now.”

Shian Johnson is a 26-year-old negroid. He has just been found guilty, together with a gang of other reprobates (of all colors and ethnicities), of stabbing a Greek tourist to death to snatch his £1,300 Versace watch in London. As the jury returned their verdict, Johnson screamed what he thought of them, in the rough manner of Ali G:

“Fucking racist people! I didn’t do nothing. How have you found me guilty, is it because I am black? You are all white people!”

At this point, in the words of the London Times, “A black woman juror burst into tears and was comforted by the Asian woman juror sitting next to her.” London is now full of feral black criminals so pumped up on left-wing “anti-racist” victimhood dogma that they literally see anyone who dares do anything against their direct wishes as being an evil racist white Nazi, even when they are demonstrably black and brown themselves. Told they can do no wrong since the day of their regrettable birth, a disturbingly large number grow up to really believe it.

“Did you know that England itself was also founded by a boatload of foreign immigrants, and as recently as 1948?”

How did the country ever manage to fall into such a sad state? One answer may lie with a single ship: a single ship that did far more damage on its own than the entire Spanish Armada ever managed. And yet, it is a ship we are all today expected to worship: Farewell HMS Victory, hello HMS Total Defeat.

Don’t Rock the Boat
Over in America, you have your own nautical national founding myth of the Mayflower, the boat on which the Pilgrim Fathers set sail from England in 1620 to build America.

But did you know that England itself was also founded by a boatload of foreign immigrants, and as recently as 1948? That makes the country precisely the same age as Israel. Must be why it’s now so full of occupied territories.

I refer, of course, to the so-called “Windrush Generation,” the very first wave of black West Indian immigrants who swam across the Atlantic naked, dodging sharks and unsurrendered U-boats, during the postwar 1940s–’60s to save our NHS and rebuild all our bomb-damaged orphanages single-handedly—or so we are continually told. The first ship carrying these ebony gods in human form, the Empire Windrush, docked in the south-coast port of Tilbury in 1948, helping change the nation forever, in innumerable ways, every last one of them positive…apart from all the negative ones.

Without the initial Windrush Generation settling down here and spawning subsequent Post-Windrush Generations, that poor Greek tourist would still have his expensive watch. And, rather more important, his life.

Wankers Aweigh!
Every summer, we are now lucky enough to have an annual Windrush Day, a completely fake new holiday intended to serve as a U.K. equivalent of America’s own Mayflower Day and Columbus Day, a celebration of our proud multicultural nation’s very establishment by its Jamaican Founding Fathers.

To commemorate this year’s Windrush Day, Prime Minister Keir Starmer posted celebratory footage of himself manually pleasuring an elderly West Indian in the middle of Downing Street as a mark of Britannia’s perpetual appreciation (look at what he does with his lower hand right at the start of the clip), before going on to claim that the Windrushers had “laid the foundations for modern Britain,” to the surprising extent that black people had been “the first nurses, the first midwives” in the country. News to Florence Nightingale.

Year after year, we are treated to the degrading spectacle of our (mainly white) political leaders falsely presenting the incomers as if each and every last one of them and their descendants was a fine and upstanding individual, an absolute paragon of non-white virtue, in fact. Yet the truth is rather more mixed.

Ryland Headley is a very elderly black Jamaican who had posed as a “nice old fella” like Bill Cosby to his neighbors for decades, having first butterfly-stroked himself into England in 1956. However, not unlike Uncle Bill, it later turned out Headley had a rather checkered sexual past, having pleaded guilty to breaking and entering into the homes of two defenseless old white women aged 79 and 84 before brutally raping them during the 1970s.

In late June this year, high achiever Headley acquired another impressive old-lady-abusing conviction to his name, with new DNA technology finally allowing him to be convicted of the hitherto-unsolved rape and murder of a 75-year-old widow, Louisa Dunne, in 1967. At 92 years old, this made Headley the oldest known convicted murderer in all of U.K. history—yet another record broken in the name of British Blaxcellence!

I do hope future knowledge of Mr. Headley will be promoted to our increasingly mixed-race children and grandchildren via the National Curriculum in our schools.

De-Generation Game
Of course, presenting all members of the Windrush Generation as being rabid gerontophile rapists like Ryland Headley would be just as disingenuous as presenting them all as being total saints. But politicians stand there and do try to present them all as being total saints, and expect the rest of us to automatically believe them, even when their worthless great-grandchildren have just stabbed us to death for our timepieces.

Sure, some of them will have been decent enough individuals who came over and did decent enough things, like wipe bedridden white people’s bums clean. But realistically, if you look at the original model Windrushers of the 1940s–’60s, they were useful but ultimately fairly mundane and easily substitutable figures like nurses, bus conductors, cannabis dealers, and cleaning staff, not astrophysicists, heart surgeons, or spaceship pilots. Although not wholly pointless at the time, to be honest, the country could still have functioned perfectly well without them.

And it could certainly have functioned much, much better without their thoroughly dysgenic post-Caribbean descendants, who data demonstrates are more criminal, more stabby, more unemployed, and even more loony than Britain’s original white native stock are—and that’s to say nothing of certain other prominent second-generation Windrushers like Diane Abbott and Lenny Henry, whose own crimes against humanity are on a whole other level.

This week sees the annual Notting Hill Carnival take place, a yearly festival of bonobo-like stabbing, drug-taking, and open-air shagging held on behalf of the entire London “Black Community” (uppercase letters are compulsory) in the slum area first settled by the initial Caribbean Windrushers in the 1940s: a very expensive celebration, due to the necessarily high policing costs, funded from the ever-open wallet of the white British taxpayer whether they want to fund it or not.

Stagger bleeding and watchless around similarly ghettoized black areas of inner-city London today and, being continually reminded of the usual “The Windrush Generation Built This Country” fable by the always-on loud-hailers screwed onto every lamppost, one’s only rational response must be, “Can’t we ask them to knock it all back down again?”

Verse of a Nurse
The usual rejoinder of outraged Windrushers and their progeny to people pointing out awkward facts like the above is, “Well, if you didn’t want us here, you shouldn’t have asked us to come, should you?”

There’s a “poem” (well, some dismal prose during which the author has randomly pressed the “Return” key to split it into separate lines) titled “You Called…and We Came” that is continually recited nowadays at propaganda events to ram home the above rebuke. Penned by high-ranking black NHS nurse Professor Laura Serrant in 2017, it contains distinctly un-Parnassian verses like these:

You called…and we came.
A new millennium—new hopes spread across this land.
New populations, engaging and reflecting
the varied, diverse and vibrant nature of these shores.
Challenging and reflecting on leadership for health.
Moves to melt the “snow” at the peaks of our profession.
Recognising the richness of our kaleidoscope nation.
Where compassion, courage and diversity are reflected
In our presence and our contribution:
Not only the hopes and dreams of our ancestors.
—Human values needed to truly lead change…and add value.
Remember…you called.
Remember…you called
YOU. Called.
Remember, it was us, who came.

“Moves to melt the ‘snow’ at the peaks of our profession,” eh? Or, in other words, to replace white people in their jobs and take over their whole society. Imagine an NHS employee writing a poem about “Moves to drain the ‘mud’ from the septic tank of our shithole creole nation.” I don’t think he’d be getting any public hand relief from the prime minister in the middle of Westminster. More like a kick in the balls.

False Citizen-Ship
Did white Brits even call them all in, anyway? Contemporary records show the 1940s U.K. government did its best to discourage Jamaicans from boarding ships like the Windrush but didn’t feel they could do this openly without souring diplomatic relations with colonial nations London knew would soon be splitting away from a Mother Country completely bankrupted by WWII. MPs (left-wing Labour Party MPs, at that!) wrote desperate notes to Downing Street recommending such vessels be torpedoed immediately at sea, otherwise:

This country may become an open reception center for immigrants not selected in respect to health, education, training, character, customs and above all, whether assimilation is possible or not. The British people fortunately enjoy a profound unity without uniformity in their way of life, and are blest by the absence of a color racial problem. An influx of colored people domiciled here is likely to impair the harmony, strength and cohesion of our public and social life and to cause discord and unhappiness among all concerned.

100 percent accurate, very good guess.

Few people “asked” the Windrush invaders to come here at all. Really, politicians wanted cheap white refugee labor from Eastern Europe to help rebuild all the postwar bomb sites. But polite considerations of “diplomacy,” “public appearances,” and “international law” meant we got self-invited economic migrant labor from the West Indies instead.

Big mistake. In the long-term, the seaborne “rebuilders” did way more damage than the original bombs ever did. If the Luftwaffe had only blitzed London with Grenadians instead of grenades, Hitler might have won.