Commonwealth Remembrance Day

Today is Remembrance Day in the Commonwealth, a day I dread every year. It fills me with anger and sorrow, and not because of why Yidnadians would think so. We have been programmed to think the boogeymen nazis were out to take away our freedom and like good little bitch goy the “greatest (traitor) generation” volunteered in crowds to go do the bidding of the International Yiddish. This is completely absurd as Canada has never been free for one second of it’ s existence. Closest to freedom a Canadian has is to disappear into the bush, as I did in my 20s in the Yukon. Those were the days. Whoever is regent of the Union (United Kingdom) is Executive Head of Canada and the first colonies of Canada were British and French corporate charters. So, for a couple of weeks I have to see these little deluded servants walk around with fake poppies which, by the way, is where opium comes from. Fake poppies as fake as the whole scam as they celebrate the complete slavery to foreigners from previous generations who gleefully sold future generations too. It is some sick, twisted, circus where the whipped have learnt, even yearn, to appreciate the whip of the master. It is a veneration of the mass rape and murder of sisters and brothers.

WW1 formally ended as an armistice on the 11th hour (11:00am or 11:00 hours) on the 11th day of the 11th month, 1918. Hence why the Great Brother Wars are celebrated November 11th. One can be certain that this has numeriological significance in Judaism!

A few years ago I wrote a poem about this annual veneration of traitors and Kinslayers. Here it is reproduced below:


The trumpets of shame sound

The poppy of disgrace, worn

The march of Kinslayers remembered

In the Far West

For long ago

A few generations past

Brothers crossed a sea

To murder Kin

On the lands of their birth


Our race was given an avatar

An eagle to fly

On shining banners

The Holy Spirit taking interest

Grace and mercy bestowed

To fight the Eternal Battle

Arms and armour were donned


A call was made of love

A call was made to show

Our love and fight the Serpent

To banish them to the nest

Darkness and poison is their fruit


This fruit did the betrayers eat

This fruit they sprinkled

With the blood of saints

So the Kinslayers and betrayers

Extinguished the light


Europa mortally wounded

She collapsed with a wound to her side

Venom of Serpents seeping in

What pain does a Mother know

Of a slain Son?

His corpse still beside her

Lamentations cannot bring back the breath

Tears cannot water the veins

Touch cannot warm


So this Remembrance Day

Remember not the dark, terrible deeds

Of those that pierced your Mother

Do not dance the dance of Serpents

Dry your Mother’ s tears

Stitch your Mother’ s side


Light the Candles

Sharpen the Sword

Raise your Cross

Paint your Shield


Honour your ancestors

Learning the Truth

Light the Darkness

Slay the Dragon

~ END ~

So this Remembrance Day remember something lost and why and who sold out the future to foreign masters.

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