Let me ask you something straight: when did we become strangers in our own damn country? Walk down any street—our streets—and tell me what you see. They’re here, aren’t they? Not to assimilate, not to share, not to respect, but to erase. To crush every tradition, every value we hold dear. And we’re just… letting it happen. What the hell does it take to wake people up? They laugh at us. Call us rascist. Push us to the margins like we’re the ones who don’t belong. You think it’s bad now? Wait until they outnumber us. Wait until their filth becomes the norm—their cruelty, their rot. These aren’t neighbors. These are invaders. They don’t want peace. They want conquest. They’ll burn our history, poison our children’s future, and piss on the graves of your ancestors. And still, we sit. Why? When did we get so weak? Our grandparents faced bombs and kept fighting. We’re buckling under words. They’re not here to integrate—they’re here to dominate. To replace. You think compromise will save us? You think kindness stops a knife? It’s about survival. They multiply like vermin, spreading their sickness, and we’re told to apologize for wanting to protect what’s ours. Enough. Enough. We rip out this cancer now, or we lose everything. Every memory, every right, every shred of who we are. You want your kids to grow up in a Britain that’s Britain? Or a wasteland ruled by savages? It won’t be easy. It won’t be gentle. But we must stand up and take action right now, or soon there’ll be nothing left to save. We must vote for political parties that have real plans to address this crisis—those who will do more than talk. Labour and the Tories have had their chance and proven they can’t be trusted. So, we rise, or we die. So I’ll ask again: What the hell are you waiting for? #BritainFirst #NoMercy #LastStand Tick-tock, mates. The clock’s running out. 👊