Quite a few people have been sharing around the story recently of the British WWII veteran, Alec Penstone, who appeared on one of PommieBastardLande’s typically asinine morning shows, and stated bluntly that the sacrifices that he and his lost comrades made in the war. It is worth taking 10min or so to watch the actual clip of the show. The nauseating, saccharine attitudes of the hosts might have made the man feel slightly disgusted – they certainly annoyed me – but there is no doubt or question that Mr. Penstone is in full charge of his faculties, despite his astonishing age:

It is difficult to watch that clip without feeling genuine sadness and anger at what Britain has become. The patronising, smarmy attitude of the presenters, in particular, is truly disgusting, when Mr. Penstone says, about 6 minutes in, that the sacrifice that he and his friends made, just was not worth the result.

There is a special poignancy to his remarks. This is Remembrance Weekend in PommieBastardLande, which means that, if you go there, you will see lots of people walking around wearing these plastic poppies in their shirts and coats.

However, if you pay a modicum of attention, you will quickly realise that the people wearing those poppies, are of a specific type. To be precise, they are White, and they are mostly over 50.

And that, right there, is precisely the problem.

Britain no longer remembers its history, culture, or faith. It no longer resembles its past. When men – REAL men – like Mr. Penstone went to war on the basis that Hitler’s Nazi Germany represented an existential evil threat to the British Empire, the United Kingdom was at least 95% White, and easily 90% or more Protestant Christian. Today, Britain looks like it is less than 70% White – in London, Whites appear to be a minority – and is less than 35% Christian. If you remove the CINOs – Christians In Name Only – from the equation, you end up at a number probably lower than 20%.

The largest British cities are no longer recognisable. London looks, feels, and – worst of all – smells like a Third World shithole that you might find in northern Arabia, or, worse, Pakistan. Birmingham is basically an Indo-Pakistani enclave where Indian immigrants literally shit in the streets. Manchester is rapidly turning into an Arab-African crapfest.

Outside of the big cities, you will find any number of smaller, once-thriving industrial towns that have long since fallen into decay, disrepair, and outright despair.

Take a trip to Hull, which used to be one of England’s most important shipbuilding centres, and you will see a once-bustling city on the shores of the Humber River that feels as though the Luftwaffe did a right number on it. (Which, in fact, they did.) Everything there closes down after 5pm, and the entire town centre becomes an incredibly depressing place full of immigrant Deliveroo bikers, yoofs in hoodies smoking weed, and little shops selling all manner of useless shit.

You can say many of the same things about Derby, or Peterborough, or Preston – the latter of which is basically a Muslim stronghold now, and along with Rochdale in north-east Manchester might become one of the first sharia-compliant parts of the country.

The whole of PommieBastardLande feels like a country that has had its heart and guts ripped out. The nation that Mr. Penstone fought for, is dead. Worse, his own people seem to have little, if any, interest in fighting for their own future.

I have never, in all my years and travels, encountered a country as sad, pathetic, and broken as Britain is. No country that I have ever visited, seems to loathe and hate its own White Christian population as much as Britain does. No country seems to have such outright contempt for working-class men. I have never been to or lived in a place that seems so wealthy on the outside, yet is so broken on the inside. It is a genuinely shocking thing to see, once you know what to look for, and I am certainly not the only member of my family or close circle to notice this.

I have known several Russians who came over to Manchester and London from Moscow. Without exception, they have all come away genuinely stunned by the degeneracy and willing self-abasement of the British people. Their frames of reference are cities like Moscow, Saint Petersburg, Kazan’, Yekaterinburg, Nizhnyi Novgorod, and Rostov-on-Don – all of which are stunningly beautiful, superbly well maintained, incredibly clean, efficient, absolutely safe even late at night, and full of marvellous architecture that the Russians have painstakingly preserved.

Many of these Russians are of the more liberal bent, or at least are not particular fans of the Neo-Tsar – yes, such folk do exist, even today. They often tell me that life is hard in Russia – salaries, while growing rapidly, are still low by Western standards, and you cannot get quite so many fancy-pants and lollipops there as you can elsewhere. Then they come to Britain, and they run screaming in the opposite direction.

They always – without exception – tell me that, when they get home to Russia, they feel deep gratitude for the fact that their government, and their people, refuse to allow similar nonsense to happen in their country.

They come from a country that has lots of problems – including a very serious immigrant problem of its own, against which the Russian people are reacting extremely negatively, and a major Muslim problem, for which the Russians seem to have little answer. Orthodox Christianity has a real issue here, because – unlike Evangelical Protestantism or the Catholic religion – it does not proselytise or seek to convert. (This is explicitly anti-Biblical, as it happens – His Hugeness DID command us to go out and spread the Good News, and to make disciples out of all the nations of the Earth.)

Yet, in spite of those problems, the Russians recognise what Britons do not:

There IS such a thing as a nation. There IS such a thing as a people and a culture attached to that nation. And there IS a hard limit to how much immigration and deracination that culture can tolerably absorb, before it falls apart.

Britain today is Exhibit A of Steve Sailer’s dictum that, if you invade the Third World, you then invite the Third World, and you eventually become the Third World. Modern Britain is well on the way to doing so. And, unlike the FUSA, where there is a colossal problem with illegal immigration – there might be as many as 50 million illegals in the US, no one knows the true number – the problem in Britain is with legal immigration, particularly from Shitholistans like India, Pakistan, and Nigeria.

The proportional level of repatriation that will be required to restore Britain to its old ways, seems far higher and much more disruptive than what it would take in the FUSA – where it might take the mass expulsion of over 100 million people just to get things to calm the hell down. Yet there seems to be no real political stomach or appetite among the British people to force the issue.

I have never, ever, met a sadder or more apathetic bunch of losers than the modern Anglo-Saxons, who once created the greatest empire the world has ever known, and who brought light and civilisation to the most savage places on Earth. Almost none of them are willing to say what needs to be said. Almost none are willing to tell the truth about the immense damage done to their country by immigration, by Jewish financial and media control, and by the unworkable construct of postmodern globalism-liberalism.

I would not go so far as to say that Britain might just have been better off under Nazi occupation, because I know what the Russians endured. But Hitler never sought to subjugate and enslave the British, the way he did the Slavs of the East. He never even actually wanted war with Britain, and did his level best to avoid it, until Churchill made that impossible and forced the issue.

But I will go so far as to argue that a Britain under totalitarian single-party rule might be significantly better than the situation we face today. That, indeed, is where things might just end up, if the British are not careful.

This is a country that has betrayed the sacrifices and heroism of men like Mr. Penstone, who fought for a place that no longer exists. And what has replaced it, is far, far worse.

This is a country that deserves to be destroyed, because it refuses to stand up and fight for itself.