The picture you see above comes from a friend of mine, living in PommieBastardLande, who contacted me recently about certain, alarming, developments on that foggy, damp, drunken, moss-covered, thoroughly depressing rock in the middle of the North Atlantic. What you are looking at, is essentially a contrasting set of protests in the heart of one of the UK’s largest cities.

The foreground shows a decent-sized group of a few score predominantly White, predominantly over-40 English people, with quite a few older Blacks scattered amongst them. These people are carrying Union Jack and St. George flags – heritage symbols of Britain and England. My friend tells me that, while he was there, he heard that side of the crowd singing “Sweet Caroline” – which is basically the national football anthem of the country – and chanting something along the lines of “We want Starmer out now!”, in reference to the complete non-entity that is the failing country’s failed Prime Minister.

Overall, the people in that side of the crowd, simply wanted their country back. They made it clear that they did not like the direction their native land was heading in, and they wanted sovereignty over their own borders and economy. They were, in other words, British people who want Britain for Britons.

Behind this crowd, in the background, you can see the counter-protests. These people were a completely different crowd, according to the account I heard. They consisted of a weird mixture of young, mask-wearing radicals, Muslims, Wakandans, and feminists. You could see a lot of signs saying, “From the River to the Sea, Palestine Will Be Free”, and “Stop the Far Right”. And you could hear them shouting about how the people they were countering, were a bunch of Nazis.

In stark contrast to the people in the foreground, the people in the background represented everything modern, broken, Britain has become – woke, overrun by immigrants, and stuck in this very strange half-baked alliance between the radical Left, and Izzlam.

My friend tells me there was an atmosphere of real tension on that day – despite the heavy police presence, it would not have taken much for the Leftists to start something violent, which would rapidly have spiralled out of control.

That one picture is a good snapshot of everything wrong with modern Britain. It is a sign of how deeply divided that country has become – and how quickly things could get out of hand.

The reality is that Britain is a deeply sick and broken place. Its economy is stagnant and in the throes of a serious systemic crisis. Nobody in power has the first clue how to solve that crisis, because doing so would require actual political courage, and the will and strength to address the root causes that have created these problems – starting with the derangement of the British pound through constant and persistent inflation, and continuing on to unfettered and unchecked mass migration. There is literally nobody in the British political classes that has the vision and power to carry out serious structural reforms – not even Nigel Farage, who, for all his (considerable) talent as a politician, is still nothing much more than a gatekeeper for the Establishment.

There is no difference whatsoever between the Conservative and Labour parties. Both are resolutely united in every major aspect of policy. They both subscribe completely to the globalist ideology and world-view.

Nowhere has this been more clear, than in the craven capitulation of the British political classes to the European Project. Over the past few days, Prime Minister Queer Stormer – who is currently the subject of a rather salacious set of rumours concerning his personal peccadilloes and mores – signed an agreement with the European Union that basically undid Brexit. Britain is now back in thrall to the laws and regulations of the EU – which includes its immigration policy.

And that immigration policy is itself completely broken. The current government has no way of reversing the enormous inflows of both legal and illegal migrants into Britain, so it resorted recently to releasing a White Paper on immigration that infuriated every side of the debate. It did not go anywhere near far enough to address illegal migrants; it did not slam the borders shut against legal migration; and it alienated the migrants who are already in Britain and working legally, paying British taxes, and generally doing their best to stay out of the government’s way.

Britain today rather resembles Airstrip One from Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty Four, to an almost frightening degree. It is a country under heavy censorship, where posting memes on Facebook under your actual name, can lead to visits from the police, and where, during the worst madness of the Convid era, resulted in people being arrested for questioning the official party line. It is a country without a moral foundation, and without a clear sense of what it means to be British any longer.

All this means that a substantial segment of the British population, is now learning how to hate its leaders – and everything they represent.

And that is very, very worrying.

My friend told me about how he and his family went on a driving holiday through the British countryside. While driving through the south, via the back roads, he saw the breathtaking beauty of the landscapes that inspired Romanticists like William Blake and Lord Byron, who hated the “dark Satanic mills” of the Industrial Revolution, because they marred the magnificent splendour and serenity of those rolling green and yellow hills. But he also saw signs all over those farms and homesteads, saying, “Get Rid of Labour”, and “Vote Starmer Out”, and “Vote REFORM”. He saw, in ordinary little towns, hamlets, and villages, peopled almost entirely by Whites, that people there were quietly enraged by what has been done to them.

All of this reminded me of a poem – “The Wrath of the Awakened Saxon” – by the one and only Rudyard Kipling that I posted here, more than seven years ago, in which the legendary writer discussed how (and when) the Saxon learned to hate. Today, the Anglo-Saxons – the product of two millennia of interbreeding and mixing of various invaders of the British Isles – are learning to hate.

And anyone who knows anything about White people, should know this: it may take a very long time to get them to that point, but they are capable of catastrophic and appalling levels of extreme violence, when pushed too far.

Britain today is a powder-keg, waiting for a match. Already we have seen Indians and Pakistanis – who are NOT British, by ANY stretch of the imagination – basically engaging in open hand-to-hand combat in cities like Leeds, over issues related to religion. We have seen riots in English cities over the establishment’s refusal to investigate the most heinous crimes imaginable, committed by Pakistani Muzzies, against young White English girls, in the Yorkshire cities and towns of Rotherham, Leeds, Sheffield, and Bradford. If you actually drive through those cities, which were once hubs of the British steel and manufacturing industries, you will be shocked to see how much like Calcutta and Islamabad they have become.

There are entire parts of London that now look like Dhaka or Addis Ababa, where you will see nary a White face anywhere. The same is true of Rusholme in Manchester, where you can walk along what they call “Curry Mile”, and you will swear you are in some strange part of Istanbul or Lahore.

This truly has become an “island of strangers” – which was about the only sensible thing Queer Stormer said in a recent speech on the subject of immigration, where no one trusts or likes anyone else. And if things are this bad in Britain, then you can rest assured, they are FAR WORSE across the Channel in France and Germany.

All of Europe faces an existential crisis, in which the White, Christian populations of those countries, need to decide, fast, whether they want to remain White, Christian and European, or become part of some subverted and deeply divided Muzzie Caliphate. The trends right now are really not very encouraging. The signs point toward the total downfall and destruction of Europe, and its future is that of a backwater of decaying splendours, of ancient glories and beautiful monuments visited and ogled by hordes of tourists from China and India.

Truly, Camp of the Saints was a prophecy, not a satire. And Enoch Powell, who was chased out of Parliament for being a supposed “racist” and uttering the blasphemies he did in his legendary “Rivers of Blood” speech, was a true prophet:

Powell talked about mass migration in numbers which, back then, were staggering. Today, they are normal. But the net effect is exactly the same. Britain is being destroyed by mass migration, which has fundamentally altered the makeup of the British people, therefore the British nation.

The only possible outcome of all of this is war. There is a cold and terrible mathematical logic to the equation that IMMIGRATION = WAR, because – as Martin Van Creveld, the world’s finest living military historian, and a man of the Left, pointed out in his scholarly article on the subject – the net result is always the same. It is the imposition of foreign values and systems of government, upon the natives of a particular nation, by outside forces.

The only way we avoid that future, is if the Anglo-Saxon takes back his home and his island, and engages in a mass repatriation programme that will make the Spanish Reconquista look mild by comparison. There will be a terrible price to pay for such a thing, but all the lessons of history teach us that the alternative is much, much worse.