Baby in a womb isn’t a baby, but a man in a dress is a woman…. You can go fuck yourself...

Natives need to bear firmly in mind that if the demographics of this nation wildly vary from the traditional white majority, it won't be some great development for us. It will be the opposite. We share a history with the whites, good and bad, but it's behind us now. The whites like and admire us, and as little as some of us want to admit it, they have helped us enormously. The newcomers don't give a damn about us. We have no history with Pakistanis or Afghans or whoever. They are coming to conquer, that's it. If we don't stand with the whites, we will fall together. It's that simple.

As a Japanese watching the UK right now, I have one simple question. A Sudanese asylum seeker just tried to behead a local man in Belfast. The victim lost an eye. This comes after years of grooming gangs raping thousands of British girls — gangs that police and councils deliberately ignored because they were afraid of being called racist. In Japan, even one case like this would have triggered national outrage and immediate policy reversal. But in Britain, the conversation is still about “not being far-right.” British people, at what point does protecting your own children become more important than protecting your reputation? We genuinely do not understand this.

Are you sitting down? There is a NGO for every 273 people in California. The entire state is a fraud. Every aspect. From voting to homelessness to hospice care. Everything. And we’re funding it.

To you, it's just a Cracker Barrel parking lot. To me, it's where I gave my life to Jesus Christ. I was 21 years old. I was working at the Cracker Barrel in Tallahassee after some of the worst years of my life. I'd made mistakes. Real ones. I grew up in Crown Heights, Brooklyn, raised by a mom who worked hard and didn't accept excuses. But I made decisions that should have ended my story before it ever really started. By the grace of God, they didn't. But every day, I was carrying them. One afternoon, a church group came into the restaurant, just back from a revival. I served them their meals like I served any other table. But something happened while I was serving them. I can't fully explain it to you. The Lord spoke to me. He said, “Stop running from Me.” It knocked me back. I went to find the table, and they were all gone. I could see through their windows that they were getting on their bus, and I knew deep down that if I let them drive away, I was going to keep running. So I went outside. The last woman, just as she was stepping onto the bus, turned to me and asked, “Are you okay?” I told her, “No ma’am, I’m not okay.” I told her the Lord was telling me to stop running. That whole bus emptied out, stood with me in the parking lot of a Cracker Barrel in Tallahassee, Florida, and prayed over me right there. I gave my life to Christ that day. Right there. I still get emotional about it. Because I know what I was before that moment, and I know what He's done since. He gave me a wife who shares my faith. He gave me three sons. He gave me a career, a community, a calling I never would have dared to ask for. He took a kid from Crown Heights who’d run out of chances and gave him a life that doesn't make sense apart from grace. People ask me sometimes why I talk about it. Why I bring up the parking lot. Why I don't just keep that part private and let folks see the polished version. I'll tell you why. Because there's a young man out there right now — maybe in Tallahassee, maybe in Tampa, maybe in Miami, maybe in a small town in the Panhandle — who thinks his story is already over. Who thinks the mistakes he's made disqualify him from the life he could have had. Who thinks God doesn't want anything to do with somebody like him. I'm here to tell him: that's a lie. In life, you're not who you are at the lowest point. You're who you choose to become after. The Lord met me in a Cracker Barrel parking lot. He'll meet you wherever you are. You just have to stop running.

🚨A New Superseding Indictment Reveals Just How Bad the SPLC’s Funding of Hate Groups Really Was… The Left-Wing NGO Is being federally charged with secretly BANKROLLING the KKK, Giving $4.1 Million to Klan members for supplies and recruitment. They lied to donors and took money meant to FIGHT extremism and used it to FUND it. The money was used to: -Host/Attend extremist rallies -Grow existing chapters -Create new chapters -Recruitment -Fund extremist leaders -Buy materials for cross burnings -Buy materials to make KKK robes and hoods -Create racist paraphernalia sold at rallies -Cover the operatives' living costs One field source was allegedly even in the leadership chat that planned Charlottesville. All while telling donors their money was fighting these exact groups. They lied to their donors. They lied to America. And they did it while pointing the finger at everyone else.

Right-wing extremism is so uncommon that left-wing extremists have to fund it.

Henry Nowak’s sister has posted a heartbreaking video of their bond as siblings… Henry Nowak died because was a victim of anti-white HATRED SHAME on the disgusting U.K. Police and Politicians that treat white people as SECOND CLASS CITIZENS