Setanta wrote on Nov 28^th, 2023 at 6:38pm:


From a subscription only site which lists it's sources as being, "~~ Diverse Data ~~ Equitable Statistics ~~ Inclusive History ~~ Victim Advocacy ~~" Which is code for stuff that other sites don't have but which has stats from far-right sources.  Tsk, tsk, tsk... 

Frank wrote on Dec 3^rd, 2023 at 4:03pm:


Pretty much whatever you don't read.

Frank wrote on Dec 3^rd, 2023 at 7:37pm:


What's "white other", old boy?

Ee-gad, not Danish?

Oh, whatever happened to our once-proud country?

Why do you insist in an American thread attempt to use English examples, Soren?  Can't you find American examples?  Oh, dearie, dearie, me.  Tsk, tsk, tsk... 

Brian Ross wrote on Dec 4^th, 2023 at 10:13am:

It is happening in America, Britain, Australia Europe. You know it, cockwomble.
It is not happening in Africa, Asia, Latin America. Only in white countries.
Why? That is a more interesting 'why', cockwomble.

Karnal wrote on Dec 5^th, 2023 at 12:15am:



You are talking utter gibberish, paki, every time your balls are nailed to the floor.

There is NO demographic transformation in Africa or Asia, by the influx of whites or even Africans or Indians. The traffic is one way: third worlders into the first world, which, by pure coincidence, of course, is white.

mothra wrote on Nov 29^th, 2023 at 5:53am:

“As Chesterton says, a man’s reasons for not wanting his country to be ruled by foreigners are very like his reasons for not wanting his house to be burned down; because he ‘could not even begin’ to enumerate all the things he would miss.”



"We do not merely study the past: we inherit it, and inheritance brings with it not only the rights of ownership, but the duties of trusteeship. Things fought for & died for should not be idly squandered. For they are the property of others, who are not yet born."


The Stranger within my gate,
  He may be true or kind,
But he does not talk my talk—
  I cannot feel his mind.
I see the face and the eyes and the mouth,
   But not the soul behind.

The men of my own stock
  They may do ill or well,
But they tell the lies I am wonted to,
  They are used to the lies I tell.
And we do not need interpreters
  When we go to buy and sell.

The Stranger within my gates,
   He may be evil or good,
But I cannot tell what powers control—
  What reasons sway his mood;
Nor when the Gods of his far-off land
  Shall repossess his blood.

The men of my own stock,
   Bitter bad they may be,
But, at least, they hear the things I hear,
  And see the things I see;
And whatever I think of them and their likes
  They think of the likes of me.

This was my father's belief
   And this is also mine:
Let the corn be all one sheaf—
  And the grapes be all one vine,
Ere our children's teeth are set on edge
  By bitter bread and wine.

Kipling