An Evil Empire

The Banner of the Evil Empire.

The flag above is recognisable to most who read this, it is the flag of the European Union, a superstate that purports to be merely some kind of innocent forum for European Political and Cultural cooperation but in actuality is more concerned with gaining more and more political, economic and legal control over the states that it devours. The flag itself is said to symbolise the twelve Olympian gods of classical antiquity, shared by both the Grecian and Roman spheres of influence in the ancient world and with whom we are well acquainted, with such memorable figures as Zeus, the lightening bolt-throwing king of the gods, Ares, the quick to anger god of war and Aphrodite, the embodiment of feminine beauty and youthfulness. With this in mind I cannot help but wonder at the fury that has been invoked by the shameless EU plunderers who have seen Greece and Grecian Cyprus bankrupted under this banner.

This week Cyprus, a small nation whose economy relies primarily on agriculture and tourism, a country that never should have been bound to a single currency with industrial giants like Germany and France, was given an ultimatum. Cyprus in the wake of the much larger Global and European Economic collapses has found itself the victim of the EU's bullying and with unspoken threats as to the consequences of leaving the Evil Empire has submitted to a bloodletting so as it can temporarily keep it's head above the financial waters.
In exchange for a multi-billion Euro 'bailout' from the Rothschildian International Monetary fund, ordinary Cypriots are to have their bank accounts pilfered from in a disgraceful attempt to appease the monstrous beast that the EU has become.

To most of us Pagan 'Wolf-Heads' who stalk the perimeters of the dying 'Western' civilisation, licking our lips and waiting for our moment to lunge, this is just the latest in a catalogue of outrages that the EU and it's collective governments have perpetrated upon the European people (and that is not to forget the incessant warmongering of it's constituent states in the Middle East and Africa!). I have long-watched as the spineless traitors in Westminster try and conceal their grins as they tell us that the demands of the people cannot be met due to directives from Brussels and it has been apparent for sometime that our parliament is completely subservient to foreign powers, the EU is but one more servant of the Rothschildian Empire of influence, as with Israel and the USA.

As such I feel compelled to warn all who read this blog (the two of you and your dog, that is) that the European Union is but a single tentacle of a much greater beast, the world-serpent alluded to in my pen-name here. In the coming decade we shall see Europe slide ever more into turmoil and unrest, "Blood, Fire and Death" to quote the name of a Bathory record.

We shall see the tyrants push further and take more from the beleaguered and ever less numerous Europeans, we will see Islamists make capitol from the ensuing disorder, poised as they are by decades of preparation for the furtherment of Islam in our lands and near the end we shall see White Europe revived, surrounded by enemies and without established leadership.

Only time shall tell if the peoples of the 'West' will survive the coming turmoil but I encourage all here to prepare themselves for the darkest of times, the grimmest of sagas, the end of ages. If you are not versed in the arts of crawling, carrying heavy weight, using warrior's weapons and of wilderness living, then I suggest you get training yourself. I worry not about those who will ignore my words for in this crucible we are to be pitted, only the most worthy Europeans will survive (and plenty of those who are worthy will not survive either) and those who still naively believe that our leaders or who we replace them with a in a few years will eventually 'come through' for us, are not worth saving.

The Evil Empire grows ever stronger, their demands will be met with rioting and chaos, they will send their mercenaries far and wide to quash rebellion, they will expect to scatter sheep, instead they will feel the crush of Wolves jaws.

Keep strong all of you,

SerpentSlayer

Im 30. Januar 1933...

 

 Achtzig Jahre seit dem Sieg der Nationalsozialisten in Deutschland, 30 Januar 1933. Hitler war das Licht in der Dunkelheit, die gewachsen ist und unsere Welt umhüllt, und dem Ende von allem, wird er der Retter geworden. Trinken sie einem Toast heute Abend auf der edlen Wolf, der unsere feind der Stiele, jede Bewegung und Aktion.

Forgive me my foray into the tongue of our Teutonic brothers and sisters but considering the day and the victory of the man and movement it commemorates, I feel it appropriate. I feel also that I must write about the significance of the National Socialist victory against the forces of Jewish-International-Bolshevism, now commonly referred to as Globalism and what it means for us today.

Since 1815 the forces of international finance had become increasingly stronger, the rise of the Rothschilds and their like had seen to it that usury, manipulation and subversion were the order of the day. The days when benevolence and charity were a factor in the flow of money were long gone. The brutal four year war that rocked Europe, left Britain and France as the dominating powers of Europe, both bought by international capital and keen to suppress their erstwhile rival, Germany. Germany having been betrayed by the ideological brothers of the international financiers, the Marxists, lay at the mercy of the powers it had stood steadfastly against but months earlier, and those powers were found to be fully geared towards spite. 

Under the terms of the treaty of Versailles, Germany was reduced to a mere shadow of itself, hyperinflation saw to it that many died of cold and starvation, there was rebellion after rebellion by those who has fought for their fatherland in the trenches and now fought for her in the streets and by opportunists who sought to further cripple their country and hand her over to the Internationalists piece by piece. But amongst this madness and death, a war hero, a Gefreiter (that is a Corporal) who was several times wounded and twice decorated with Germany's highest honour, the Iron Cross, preached a message of salvation through will and determination. he preached that Germany could cast loose the chains of Globalist parasitism and restore what was lost in the 14-18 war.

In dark times it took but one man and the ancient symbol of the Hooked Cross, commonly referred to as the Swastika or the Fylfot, to rally his people against their all-powerful tormentors. Unfortunately for Germany and for Europe, those same forces used their allies in the East to prosecute a devastating war that destroyed any hope Europe had for salvation, and that man was but one of millions of brave men, women and innocents to die in a war to consolidate Globalist power. Ever since, the nations of the West have sacrificed their sovereignty, borders, industry and lands to satisfy the greed of it's financiers and political class.

And now, eighty years later we see a Europe crippled by debt slavery (and Africa and the America's also!) false science, lies and guilt used to tax the poor and benefit the already wealthy. People are shipped from nation to nation, the young are left unemployed and lowly paid if not and the streets of Europe no longer bear any semblance to their former selves. The nations of southern Europe are now crippled almost entirely by the debts taken on by their treacherous leaders and owed to the 'German', 'British' and 'American' (the ethnicities of their presidents of benefactors can be left to research) banks, in Greece especially Hitler's message is now finding further ground, perhaps it may be their salvation.

The significance for us is that we now find ourselves in increasingly darker times where freedom of speech is suppressed, outright lies are the order of the political day, the people are increasingly poorer and unemployed, surveillance of civilians is commonplace and to all seeing eyes and hearing ears the puppet governments of international finance are becoming more tyrannical and erratic by the day, furthermore to those with a keen perception, threads of fate are weaving a different pattern, things are turning.

Keep safe and enjoy good health,
SerpentSlayer

The Games of Slaughter begin.

So it begins, and so far the international craptacular-fest has lived up to my expectations. The opening ceremony last night included a spectacular subversion of British history in which we were shown through the industrial revolution, in which Pakistani's, Orientals and Afro-Carribean were an integral part, if the ceremony is to be believed.

Would Danny Boyle dare make a film about the like of Malcolm X, starring Mel Gibson?

Would he make a film about the life of Mahatma Gandhi, with George Takei as the lead?

I highly doubt either would be considered, in fact the very idea is a joke. Yet casting non-white actors in the role of white characters (fictional and non-fictional) is almost routine.

I watched very little of the whole thing, a deliberate effort, in fact I heard about the blatant historical revisionism before I bothered to watch any of it. The whole thing sickens me, at a time of massive unemployment, a lack of housing, increased illegal immigration, economic crisis and a government riding roughshod over the will of the people, we have this ridiculous politically correct festival of commercialism and international back scratching.

If anybody still thinks that the Olympics are just a sports competition, just take a look at the advertising, the awarding of construction and to security companies that failed to complete their work in the agreed time frame, the planting of missile devices on roofs, the presence of foreign troop sent to guard the games, the corporate sponsorship that forbids people consuming rival brands anywhere near the stadium, the massive fence built near the thing, it is endless. If you have not sensed something being off all ready, you have either been living in a cave or you are pig ignorant.

Just this week Greek athlete Voula Papachristou, was banned from the Greek Olympics team for this supposedly 'racist' joke: "With so many Africans here in Greece, at least the mosquitoes from the West Nile will have lots of home food."

Can anybody find the racism in that statement?

Are there not Africans in Greece?

Are there not mosquitoes in Greece?

She was taken off the team after Communist scum reported her joke, which I believe she made on twitter. Her comments were apparently not in the international spirit of the modern Olympics.

Thankfully Greece is not a land full of block heads. Greece is the land that created the original Olympic games a games where the athletes were beaten if they cheated, where defeat was disgraceful, where all that mattered was physical prowess.All competitors were Greek.
These games existed amongst all ancient Aryan  civilisations. Earlier forms had men and women (competing separately) for the place of king and queen of the tribe or nation involved. These games involved both mental and physical challenges, they are attested to in the myths of all of the branches of the Aryan racial family, from Ireland to Russia, Sumer to Iceland.
The incumbent king was often slaughtered if he failed to successfully defend his crown.

Does this sound like the Olympics was ever intended to be all about Marxist political correctness?

Did the ancient Greeks care if the challenger made slightly racial jokes?

These questions are hypothetical like all the previous ones in this article. Foreigners would not have been allowed to compete and any insult against them would have been taken in good jest. The Olympics has grown from a competition of the physically elite to an exercise in 'Bread and circuses' with a nice amount of money making mixed into it.

Coca-colonisation, Carribeans in Union flag embellished running vests, excessive security and a violent backlash against 'Critical Mass' protesters (who use bicycles to reclaim roads), a revisionist historical genocide of White achievement.

This has been less structured than most of my posts, put it down to sheer disinterest in researching the topic. This pile of Communist horse dung can take a walk for all I care. My sympathy goes to the brave soldiers having to guard this masquerade.