Tommy Robinson leaves EDL English Defence League

October 8, 2013

http://gatesofvienna.net/2013/10/tommy-robinson-and-kevin-carroll-leave-the-edl/

http://gatesofvienna.net/2013/10/a-paradigm-shift-in-the-british-counterjihad/

Tommy Robinson was worked over by the British police and prosecution service multiple times and still is under their aegis.

Tommy was in prison and held in solitary confinement by the UK authorities to make him crack and turn him. Apparently, this worked.

MI-5 may have infiltrated the BNP as well and cracked them is a theory out there.

So the British establishment is determined to exterminate the British people and use any means necessary. They are already a dictatorship and deep into genocide of the British people.

Who will raise their voice?

Despite this, I am sure that the British people will prevail. We are made of sterner stuff than the Camerons, Milibands know. We are not as beaten as they think.

JOHN OF GAUNT

Methinks I am a prophet new inspired
And thus expiring do foretell of him:
His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last,
For violent fires soon burn out themselves;
Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short;
He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes;
With eager feeding food doth choke the feeder:
Light vanity, insatiate cormorant,
Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.
This royal throne of kings, this scepter’d isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall,
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England,
This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings,
Fear’d by their breed and famous by their birth,
Renowned for their deeds as far from home,
For Christian service and true chivalry,
As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry,
Of the world’s ransom, blessed Mary’s Son,
This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land,
Dear for her reputation through the world,
Is now leased out, I die pronouncing it,
Like to a tenement or pelting farm:
England, bound in with the triumphant sea
Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege
Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame,
With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds:
That England, that was wont to conquer others,
Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Ah, would the scandal vanish with my life,
How happy then were my ensuing death!

http://shakespeare.mit.edu/richardii/richardii.2.1.html

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