High Hopes

It was not supposed to be this way. Post Apartheid South Africa was to be the Rainbow Nation. A place that threw off a past of Racism and Injustice. It was to be the model and the showpiece for the Brave New World that was promised by those who peddle Identity and Intersectionality. The New Lady Liberty.

That pledge first given by Mandela and his African National Congress (ANC) has now been revoked. It should not be a surprise to anyone that this has happened. The ANC has always been grounded in Marxism. And today in South Africa it is grinding White People into dust and the ground. This Hideous Ideology alone responsible for deaths of at least 100 million people from the times of the Bolsheviks in Russia to the present day is now once again showing its true colours.

It was the West that convinced the White Minority Government of F.W. DeKlerk to end Apartheid in 1994. It is the West that now turns a blind eye to the crimes committed, aided and abetted by a Regime even more Reprehensible then the Apartheid it replaced. The party, if there ever was one, is over.

It was once easy to be righteous. The world in the 1980’s was Black and White. In those days the Artists Against Apartheid preened virtue. It was, at the time, the right thing to do. They left their platform to power the imaginations of young and old alike. They mobilized in the fight for justice for all.

It would be one man and one vote. No more no less.

When Nelson Mandela assumed the Presidency there was promise of freedom for all and a new day. It was then time to put the songs of hope and freedom into effect and most everyone decent was on board with the peace and love that prevailed at the time. A Truth and Reconciliation Commission was set-up. And for a while it all worked but in hindsight it can been seen now as just a temporary reprieve.

Those in the Shantytowns still wanted for their piece of the pie. Demands, never far from view, grew louder for the government to strip the Whites of their land and wealth. The most hideous aspects of Marxism started the Long March back to the fore.

What could go wrong except everything.

The honeymoon is now over. The protesters making threats in the streets have made that clear. There are no bones made about what should happen next. Calls are fever pitch for the removal of all whites from that land. Plans are now in place by some to even setup internment camps as a Final Solution to deal with the problem of the White People that have been or planned to be displaced.

The War is on right now against White South Africa.

If the colours were reversed The Left of the world over would be in the streets protesting. Yet they are not. They would rather spend there time fighting for pronouns then dying on that hill. Progressives cannot seem to see the crimes of South Africa because they do not fit inside their Leftist Lens.

Even with the odds stacked against them there are some who are now trying to expose all this to the world. Lauren Southern, a journalist from Canada, has just completed a trip to South Africa. She went there to document the ongoing slaughter of White Farmers. And for her efforts she is now being derided once again by journalists and banned from entry to UK. Too dangerous for the public good.

Those peddling Identity would have us all believe that diversity is a strength. They ignore the crimes of South Africa because it is, borrowing a word from one of their Prophets Al Gore, An Inconvenient Truth. Black People should be seen as just as racist, just as capable of evil and just as capable of genocide.

The New South Africa has become in every way far more odious than the old. Now as the violence spirals out of control the ANC and their co-sponsors have taken it upon themselves to pass a law that expropriates white owned land without Compensation.

An excerpt from the Statement of the National Executive Committee on the Occasion of the 106th anniversary of the African National Congress.

From January 8th 2018 Statement

  • We shall implement a comprehensive approach to land reform and agricultural development that utilises a range of mechanisms to accelerate the redistribution of land to black South Africans and to provide the necessary support to ensure that this is accompanied by an increase in agricultural production and food security. The NEC will develop proposals with regard to expropriation of land without compensation as part of the mechanisms available to government.

The entire Manifesto could have been ripped from the pages of George Orwell’s “Politics and the English Language”

At the end of the day it is nothing more than communist-speak to justify theft.

And with the plan in place expect the attacks on whites to only increase. It will be Zimbabwe 2.0 and the next Rwanda all rolled into one big ball of shit. And once that ball starts rolling who can now say for sure where it will stop.

The Left will make apologies and say it rights a wrong. But it won’t.

The World is now faced with a choice. It is the last chance to decide. The time is short to put an end to this plan. If nothing is done this Country will be just one more Failed State and home to genocide on the continent of Africa.

Cyril Ramaphosa the current Leader of ANC by calling for the restoration of dignity, his words, to justify the taking of land, has placed a bounty on every White Person living in that country. He should be held beyond contempt by everyone. Songs should be written. Activists should be protesting. But most won’t.

At least on the Left.

Besides there are far more important things to worry about in this world. Count on instead seeing the likes of Antifa, Black Lives Matter, Moveon.org shutting down lecture halls where someone like Jordan Peterson has the gall to raise a critical voice to the insanity of Left Wing Post Modern ideals. A year from now it will still be Pronouns that have far more importance than lives lost far away in South Africa.

The Lesson in all this is Diversity will be our strength until the Browning is complete.

The current South African Government will be happy most watching everything burn to the ground. They would rather eat the ashes of what is left then sit at a table. Count on them being ruthless. Count on Progressives everywhere to look the other way.

And when everything is a smoking ruin they will give what is left to their Cronies and Capos. Declare Victory. Then that country can join so many other countries on that continent as a place asset stripped by those well connected and close to power.

Jacob Zuma was and is exemplifies everything that is wrong with Africa. He was shameless in his corruption and it took years to remove that criminal from office. It didn’t end there. He was also shameless when singing songs of genocide? If he was White Man it would be international news. But he is not and it was not. He is just another Black Man man working to liberate the oppressed in Africa. A Post Modern Identity politician that puts Intersectionality into action.

Surprisingly he was replaced. But it was not for singing songs about killing the Boer.  No, he was instead sent on his way because even the Black majority grew tired of him stealing too much.  And now the Rainbow Nation has a successor in Cyril Ramaphosa that is even worse. This man also does not see a future for whites in South Africa. It is his government that introduced the law that proposes the confiscation of land without compensation. Both men deserve nothing but scorn. Even now as days pass the West still looks the other way.

The fight for South Africa appears over. The Greater tragedy is about to begin.

So much for the High Hopes of the Rainbow Nation.


Glory Days

When I was young I was fairly well mannered. Had to be… Problem was that I was a pretty skinny kid that moar than made up that by always skating real well. It was what always helped keep me out of trouble in the corners. I played defence a position where every turn is a blind side.. So yeah I did my best to mind my own business. That changed by the time I was 18. By then I had filled out. Not big but big enough.

180 pounds x 20 or so miles an hour.

Anyways the biggest game of my hockey career was the BurMac Cup. A annual hockey game between two of the biggest Residences at Stfx University. I play for Burke. We were called the Brawlers. By then because of my size they turned me into a forward. Problem was I had been a Defenceman. Sooo there I was. Skate like the wind but could not put a puck in the Ocean.

Even if ya paid me….

What to do. Pretty easy really. We were the Brawlers after all. So taking my cue from Slapshot and inspired by the glorious Hanson Brothers I went about being a Meathead. It was fucken glorious! Anyways at some point in game I am on the ice and some fan from the MacIssac side, yelled out above the packed house at arena

“Number 19 you’re a fucken goon”


It wuz the best day of my life!

Seeing as I am getting older it does tickle me to think back to my glory days. We ended up losing the game. But we did all get really drunk afterwards..


A Few Great Songs



Sprawl II (Mountains Beyond Mountains)
Arcade Fire
They heard me singing and they told me to stop,
Quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock,
These days, my life, I feel it has no purpose,
But late at night the feelings swim to the surface.
‘Cause on the suburbs the city lights shine,
They’re calling at me, ‘come and find your kind.’

Sometimes I wonder if the world’s so small,
Then we can never get away from the sprawl,
Living in the sprawl,
Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains,
And there’s no end in sight,
I need the darkness someone please cut the lights.

We rode our bikes to the nearest park,
Sat under the swings, we kissed in the dark,
We shield our eyes from the police lights,
We run away, but we don’t know why,
And like a mirror these city lights shine,
They’re screaming at us, ‘we don’t need your kind’

Sometimes I wonder if the world’s so small,
Then we can never get away from the sprawl,
Living in the sprawl,
Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains,
And there’s no end in sight,
I need the darkness someone please cut the lights.

They heard me singing and they told me to stop,
Quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock.
Sometimes I wonder if the world’s so small,
Can we ever get away from the sprawl?
Living in the sprawl,
Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains,
And there’s no end in sight,
I need the darkness someone please cut the lights.

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For non-commercial use only.


Canadian Identity, Government, Uncategorized

What Really Happened in Biggar

On the map the distance between the two communities measures 57.2 km but in reality the distance might as well be a million miles.

It seemed straight forward enough. If one listened to mainstream media the narrative at play was one that exposed the racist attitudes of the Farmers of Biggar and the systemic oppression heaped on natives of the Red Pheasant Reserve.

The tensions on both sides have been building for many years.

And then something happened that in hindsight should be no surprise really to anyone.

On August 9th 2016 there was a shooting on a farm on outskirts of Biggar. In the aftermath the RCMP released the following statement.

RCMP have laid charges in a fatal shooting on a farm in the R.M. of Glenside earlier this week.

Gerald Stanley, 54, faces one count of second-degree murder in connection to the incident, which took place about 90 kilometres northwest of Saskatoon Tuesday afternoon. Police said five people in a vehicle drove onto a rural property and were confronted by the landowners around 5:30 p.m. on Aug. 9. Officials said there was a verbal exchange between the two parties, who did not know one another. According to police, a man inside the vehicle died after at least one shot was fired. On Thursday, RCMP identified the shooting victim as Colten Boushie, 22,  from Red Pheasant First Nation.

Fast forward to 2018 and the trial. And the verdict that seemed to take everyone by surprise.


Yep this story had all the makings of a fantastic SJW narrative..

Even the Dear Leader to took some time to cast some pearls of in aftermath

Why now the surprise at verdict. Predictably now the call goes out that this outcome is an example of White Supremacy and Oppression of the Natives. The question that should be asked is who is being oppressed. The Farmers in this area are fed up with years of increasing crime. The inability for whatever reason for the RCMP to do anything about it. Far from cameras, cloaked in anonymity for fear of being called one of those dreaded racists, many farmers tell stories of property crime investigations gone cold. The Mounties more often than not advising the victims to write off their losses or contact their insurance companies and file a claim.

Now the Leftists in media are in meltdown as the protests spread across the country.

The problem now evident that everything has changed.

A good video that summarizes what is really going on..

Watching that last video one cannot help but be amazed at the sense of entitlement and privilege that Fellow has while uttering threats at Mr. Stanley and his extended family. It speaks volumes to sorry state of media when someone is allowed to say those things with nary a peep of push back from anyone in authority. The most reasonable thing to do would be for journalists and politicians to tell that fellow to go blow smoke and pound sand.. They won’t but it hardly matters anymore.

Folks who need wonder about what is in store when collapse occurs should look no further than Biggar, Saskatchewan. This is what is in store for everyone when State fails its citizens. Shirks its responsibility in protecting honest people minding their own business.

What a sad state of affairs when everyone it seems is afraid to call out a bunch of Natives who were obviously up to no good. They say now that they were on that farm to get a flat tire fixed. Yet somehow they leave out fact that one of that gang was trying to steal an ATV in a most brazen way. Worst still they went on the property drunk and armed with a rifle. Why is it that most media are now leaving these facts out in their reports.

The media, having been turned into ambulance chasers, are now covering the protests with an uncritical eye. They have all worked hard to cast Gerald Stanley the sole actor with blame. Made it easy for the marchers to be secure in their indignation at what appears at first glance a case that smacks of more evidence of oppression of natives by the broader white society that controls this country. It is now been turned into a drum to beat for every Progressive with a Post Modern, inter sectional agenda.

Now the Stanley family have been forced to abandon their home and flee in fear of further retribution from supporters of Colten Boushie. Someone who it turns out bragged on social media about stealing prior to that fateful day. Progressives drone on constantly about something called White Privilege. Point to what happened here as further proof. Yet is it really? Seems that only privilege is being exercised by a native with a feather.

The real question that needs to be asked is who are the real victims in all this?

The Media, the RCMP and everyone else who are working to shield the public from what happened that day need to take a long hard look in mirror. They should be ashamed of their role in enabling the natives of this reserve in their view that they have some sort of inherent right to pillage and steal what they are too lazy to work for themselves.

The lies and the emotions are now far too strong. People will believe that Colten was just an innocent First Nations poster boy.  A young native man looking for help with car problems on his Sunday drive, executed unprovoked. Murdered point blank by a racist farmer.

The facts don’t matter anymore. Just the agenda, only lies matter now.

The circumstances and truth surrounding the violence and crime that Colten and his gang were perpetuating by terrorizing a community are now mute. The facts are being intentionally glossed over by the media. If somehow one doesn’t agree with what is being told as whole truth by mainstream then it’s simply your white privilege getting in the way.

Those who support the mainstream media narrative will continue to piss and moan. They will march oblivious in the streets as well. Still the worm has turned…

A jury in this case has made clear and have sent the message that enough is enough.



My Trip to Quebec

Went to Quebec City this past summer. The Festival D’Ete de Quebec. It all started as a bright idea of my best friend from high school. A trip to re-live my misspent youth and watch some Geezers play rock n’ roll. The outdoor concert that happens every summer there. The plan was supposed to be awesome. 120,000 people watching crotchety Septuagenarians waddle across the Plains of Abraham. Singing songs in English to the multitudes of people present. The vast majority with only rudimentary understanding of the lyrics to the songs being performed. It wasn’t lost on me the irony of the spectacle. Here I would be at the place where the English defeated the French in North America..

It had been a long time since I spent a weekend in that place. Almost 30 years in fact. Man alive a lot has changed. Last time there Quebec City was pur laine. Today not so much.

Fast forward and I am back again. Same broken French. Trying my best to muddle my way thru that place. It was Thursday night, The Who was playing. Seeing as it was last minute, my Buddy and I got a less expensive place in Ste. Foy. Only problem with it was you had to take cab that cost 60 bucks or take the bus with the Deltas and Epsilons downtown. The plan would have worked but only for my friend who decided to get drunk and pass out. Me being a cheap cunt and with nobody to spilt the fare decided to make the leap into the Brave New World. So I say fuck it I am going see Roger Daltrey, Pete Townsend and the Who.

Off I went. How hard could it be. Boy I was wrong.

Getting on the bus was the first shock. The closer I got to the city centre the darker the crowd got. Like Admin I couldn’t figure out the problem. So here I am doing my best to look at the floor and not make any eye contact with the locals. As a result I missed my stop.

Didn’t see it at first.
Didn’t help that all the announcements were in French.
So on I went getting more and more lost.

At any rate I soon realized my predicament and realized I had to get off bus and double back. So here I am entre de hood where aucune parle Anglais. It wasn’t Compton but it wasn’t Mayberry either…

I am like, “how bad can it be” just stand at bus stop and catch the next bus. Only problem was that when I reached in my pocket I had no change. Fuck!

Pas de problem there is a corner store across the street. Juste go there with my argent et prendre some gomme. I walk in the store. It wasn’t busy just me, the guy at the cash, and two black guys towing a fat Yvette thru the aisles. I figured got this under control.

Just get the gum keep the French down to mute grunts and the occasional “merci”.
Get my change and get the fuck out of there. It was no dice on my fucken plan.

Why’s that?

Well me being a dumbfuck I had to pick the most expensive gum in store, Trident if I recall, after walking by a display selling, Extra two fer one. So I get to the counter. Drop the twenty. Dumb fucken move because if I had of looked behind me I was now joined by the two apes from the Congo and their fat sex toy from Quebec. This is when I was busted!

The clerk at the counter kindly told me of the special deal on gum directly behind me. Of course I didn’t have a fucken clue what he was talking about. After fumbling a bit with french I just told him straight up that I speak English. Now I am really fucked. I got cash on me and everyone there knows that I am lost

So I get what I came for and walk out the door. Yvette and her two Apes right on my tail. I figured well this is it. I picture the headlines back home….

Local Man Get Assaulted in Quebec, Police Investigating

I make it to bus stop. GREAT! Then look around and see no other customers standing there. BAD! Looking over my shoulder and one of the guys is coming over to talk to me. SHIT! Now this fine fellow already knows that I don’t speak french. Yet he then proceeds to ask me for a cigarette in French. By now it IS obvious to everyone what is GOING TO HAPPEN. He tries again and now I am getting pissed. He was just sizing me up. I don’t no why he didn’t give it a go. Christ he was half my age!

I looked him straight in the eye and said.. In my best English…

I don’t smoke and I don’t speak french..

You Yanks might not appreciate this but saying that in the hood in Ville de Quebec is same as throwing down the gauntlet on Fight Night at Madison Square Garden.

Still for whatever reason the guy decided the “cigarette” wasn’t worth the hassle. I think it was the fear in my eyes disguised as crazy. Though I have had loads of experience at both. At any rate, he slunks off, defeated on his mission. Proceeds to pile into the car with his Yvette. Gives me a shit eye and then drives off..

All I have to say to all this is FUCK YOU TRUDEAU! My Generation wants to tell you to take your diversity gives us strength bullshit and shove it up yer ass…….

I ended up missing the concert…though I did see Metallica the next night.

It was awesome