Anthony Baker

[Anthony Baker @anthony_ba24719]

@Excellentsalvic Who the fuck elects these retards?

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@VeritatisCupit3 @FreyjaBakke Segregate yourself and they move them in next door

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@Excellentsalvic Mission accomplished!

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@commentaryhower

[Diana Alastair💚🤍💜 ⚢ ❌❌✡️ @sappholives83]

In January of 2024, delivery driver Muhammad Faizan Khan dropped off groceries at a home in Glasgow. He then forced his way inside the residence and sexually assaulted the female homeowner so violently that she miscarried days later.

Let me be clear: this man invaded a woman’s home, pinned her up against a wall, and manually penetrated her so forcibly that he killed her baby.

They gave him 12 months.

The British government penalized angry tweets twice as harshly as the sexual assault of a pregnant woman and the violent murder of her unborn child.

There’s really nothing else to say.

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@AntiWokeMemes

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@sowelleconomics And the fact it’s never their blood

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@ActivePatriotUK @LightTheWay16 Your Diversity has arrived, you never ordered it but you got it regardless, enjoy!

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@DonnaLouise1212 Crush em

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@SamadiSajida @TheBritLad Rupert is your man

[Will Coleshill @WillColeshill]

As of present, if you are aged 16 in Britain🇬🇧:

• Migrants will account for 50% of babies by the time you turn 21

• You'll watch your small children outnumbered in classrooms

• As you reach middle-age, they'll form over half the youth

• They will reach absolute majority just as your grandchildren are toddling about

• You will enter in your old age as a greying minority subject to the rule of strangers

• As you grow frail and your grandchildren into adults, you will be relegated to a small marginalised sect

• You will die as the last generation to ever grow up in the majority, knowing that whatever descendants you have are, by this time, an irrelevance, at the mercy of the whims of foreign masses who have taken your home as theirs

In many places, this is already the case. Migrants form the dominant group already. I have watched it my entire life. In such places as the migrant holds the whip hand, the right of the native is curtailed at best, and abolished at worst.

Even closing the borders, their birthrates will see their population continue to double relative to ours. The above will come to pass, whether sooner or oh-so-marginally later.

This is unless remigration happens.

That means sending millions of them home.

Not off a cliff edge, just home.

People will attempt to paint this as cruelty. Nothing could be further from the case. It is a restoration of the country our grandparents once inhabited.

It is safety. It is duty. It is kindness.

Older generations, able to afford to retire to rural enclaves, can blissfully live out the rest of their lives in comfort. They can ignore the problem, they can avoid the difficulty of being stigmatised and isolated for daring to speak what is true, because the consequences will be felt by you. Many have chosen this easy path.

Nobody young today can afford such luxury in beliefs.

Fight for your country, fight for your freedom and fight for your future.

Or suffer the consequences.

Defeat your replacement or it will dominate and determine your entire adult life, until the moment of your death.

Every single second will be another instantiation of decline.

It is not fair that this burden falls on those so young, who had no part in its making, but it is the reality that must be faced.

You shall have to grow up much faster than I.

My condolences.

I shall do what I can myself.

Pro patria usque ad mortem.

[The English Crusader @andrewc44104127]

She seems to be forgotten about...
Let's give her a big shout-out!
Rip Anne widdecombe xx

[Fawkes Handles.... @FawkesHandles]

If you think it's practical that the population of the area shown in white on this map, ALL have the right to asylum, free homes, free healthcare, free dentistry and free money in the area on this map shown in red. You are an absolute imbecile.

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@shaunmwing @LozzaFox @Cambridge_Uni

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@thatmarkperkins Take a non refundable deposit

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@EdwardJDavey

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@zarahussain999

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@narindertweets @lucyjaynewhite1 @WhitePapersPol Meritocracy is the simple answer, you ain’t good enough, even when standards are lowered, you still can’t compete and need DEI bullshit to get jobs

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

The year is 1917. The U-boats are sinking the food faster than it can be shipped, four fifths of your country's bread arrives by sea, and by April the government works out it has about six weeks of wheat left. No navy, no factory and no minister can make a loaf. Only you can. In August they guarantee your price and tell you to plough the old pasture, and you plough it, and 1918 is the biggest harvest this island has ever taken off itself.

The year is 1921. On the first of October the guarantee is repealed, quietly, the war won and the ships sailing again. Wheat falls from eighty-four shillings and sevenpence a quarter to forty-four and sevenpence inside twelve months. Farming still calls it the Great Betrayal. Between 1918 and 1922 a quarter of the land in Britain changes hands.

The year is 1939. They are back at the gate inside one lifetime, and this time they bring a committee that grades you A, B or C on your own ground. A C means they take it off you, and around two thousand seven hundred farmers lose every acre they have. Two pounds for each one you plough. By 1944 you have lifted the country from a third of its own calories to nearly half, which is the whole distance between a nation that can be starved into surrender and one that cannot.

The year is 1951. The BBC starts a daily serial about a farming family, written with the Ministry of Agriculture out of its own pamphlets, because a country still on rations needs you producing more and the dry talks are not landing. Seventy-five years on it is still broadcasting, and Ambridge has outlasted most of the farms that inspired it.

The year is 1984. On the second of April a quota tells you how much milk you may sell off your own land and fines you if you sell a drop more. The right to milk a cow becomes a tradeable asset with a market price. Your neighbour sells his and takes a job in town.

The year is 2001. Six million animals slaughtered, ninety thousand a week at the peak, the army in Cumbria, six mass burial pits. Your flock is healthy and it burns anyway, for standing too near somebody else's. The cheque covers the animals. Nobody pays for the forty years of breeding inside them.

The year is 2021. A television presenter buys a farm for a laugh and does more for public understanding of agriculture than every ministry since 1917. First year's profit, a hundred and forty-four pounds. Millions of people watch that number appear on screen and work out that the food is cheap because somebody up the road is being crushed.

The year is 2024. In October the Chancellor caps the relief that let farms pass down whole, and men in their seventies begin calculating whether it is cheaper to die before April. The tractors come down Whitehall. The country grows about sixty per cent of what it eats, roughly where it stood in 1939, the last time the ships stopped.

Now it is today.

A minister stands at a podium and says the government backs British farming.

This island has not been successfully invaded in a thousand years. Twice it has come within weeks of being starved into surrender, and both times the answer was the same men standing in the same fields.

Both times the gratitude expired the moment the danger did.

We put your work on the radio, then on the telly, and priced you out of doing it in between.