“Attorney of the damned”, author of “Defensive Racism” dies imprisoned by ZOG
“Get the story out folks” - Stan Hess
From: Cyndi Steele, Sent: Thursday, September 04, 2014 8:35 PM
“The past 4 years Ed and my family have been living in a nightmare. Today, my greatest fear has come to life or maybe I should say death. Please read the message below that is being posted on the Free Edgar Steele website and sent to all of his supporters as I type this. It is with great heartbreak and devastation that I send you this news.”
Paul Weston has been arrested for reciting a speech by Churchill, the one about Muslims.
Weston on preventing White genocide and implications of Muslim population explosion in Britain and other European nations:
The second instalment of my latest never-to-be-pursued novel, for anyone who remembers the first.
Ricky Kellogg was a man on a mission. At twenty-five, he was the youngest sub working on The Guardian on-line edition. He wasn’t proud of the fact. Coining google-friendly headlines and standfirsts and saving ungrateful colleagues from their own laziness and illiteracy was not exactly how he had imagined spending his working day at this point in his glittering career.
In fact, he had only been in the role for three months. Career-wise, it might as well have been a retirement home. What he wanted, what he never tired of telling his editor-in-chief Miles Waldron, or anyone else who would listen, was a move back to investigative journalism on the print edition.
That had always been the plan. That was why, as a sixteen year old fresh out of school, he had worked so hard to find a job – any job, just to get into the industry. It was why he had done the same to get himself on the staff of a national. But here he was, a fully-fledged, London-based pro with a good nose and some hardcore contacts in the right places. When they finally started chasing internships, the middle-class boys and girls who had drifted through their gap year and a degree in Journalism or Politics & Economics, followed by an MA, were miffed to find that clever Ricky had been in paid employment all along and was burning up the word-strip ahead of them. Or would be if he hadn’t been diverted into subbing.
“Look, Ricky,” Waldron would explain with his customary patience and kindness, “you have to see this job as an opportunity, not a punishment. It will give you the disciplined, methodical approach you need, and real insight into the digital and professional challenges of the job. It will make you a better journalist. Knuckle down for a year or so. Make the most of what it has to offer. Then we can talk about where you go from there.”
Nick Griffin addresses EU Parliament, calling to account criminals behind EU immigration policy and their deceptive terms:
The first chapter of another of my books that will never be written. A fiction today. But one hopes that one day the important parts of it will be fact.
“The Court will hear your opening statement if you please, Mr Truscott-Brown,” announced the presiding chief justice in perfectly fluent but by no means native English. For that was to be the only language spoken in the room during the next three days. No translators would be whispering into microphones, no one in Court would be hurriedly adjusting his or her earpiece to catch some mangled phrase. This was an entirely English, or British, affair except that it was taking place at the Hague before one judge from Alsace, another from Heidelberg, and a third from Uppsala, all of whom had forgone the privilege of hearing the proceedings in their native tongue.
“Thank you, your Honour,” came the reply in ringing received pronunciation. George Truscott-Brown QC OBE, lead advocate for the plaintiff, eternal renegade and inveterate fighter of lost causes, peered over his glasses at the unknown quantity which was the bench. He steadied himself inwardly and, with a final, ever so slightly uncertain pat of the neat rectangle of papers on the table in front of him, began his work for the day.
“Learned judges will be fully aware that this is a complex and, in some quarters, controversial action which presents a number of tests for the 1948 Convention. If the plaintiff is successful at this review, a subsequent plenary hearing may set precedent in several areas of high significance for the jurisdiction and practise of the ICC and to future interpretation of Article 2.
“Mindful, therefore, of the profound responsibility which would weigh upon the trial judges, it is our intention, at the kind invitation of the Office of the Prosecutor, to present you with the greatest possible wealth of evidence and legal argument within the time available to us. It is our firm belief that all of the former will be ruled admissable and the latter applicable, and that your Honours will be led to the only possible conclusion that the Court must grant the Prosecutor leave to investigate the complicity of those individuals named in the Court papers.”
An integral case demonstrating the discourse positioning Supreme Court Justice Felix Frankfurter as the hand of restraint and Chief Justice Earl Warren as the overly daring progressive (but still “reasonable centrist, whose position was amicably settled for by”..)
In Justice for all, Earl Warren and the Nation that He Made
Jim Newton, a revolting hack on behalf of Jewish interests at the Los Angeles Times, portrays former Supreme Court Chief Justice, Earl Warren, the prime “Activist.”
Hence, the masters of discourse have set the parameters of debate.
With that, Newton stealthily sets Frankfurter’s Jewish machinations into the taken for granted norm while representing Warren as a maverick - rather than as a reactionary dupe, steered by Frankfurter’s designs.
A recurring subject within nationalism is the possibility of bringing a case for the genocide of peoples of European descent by coercive replacement before the International Criminal Court. The attractions of doing so are very great. If it were to be successful even in relation to one of our peoples, governments in the West would be forced to develop demographic policies incorporating protective measures for all, or face legal challenge themselves. Not only would new immigration without thought for the security of our existence have to come to an end, but the population mechanics of generational replacement would have to be addressed. And for that, large-scale programmes of repatriation would have to be instituted.
Further, the post-colonial economic model of the West, built on debt payable out of growth in GDP consequent upon population increase, would have to be substantially amended. The debt model itself would be open to question in a new way, and the lineaments of a new and free life for European men and women might be glimpsed.
Even if European governments contrived to win the judgement, the demographic crisis of the West will have been aired in the most public and intellectually respectable way, challenging the great embargo on speaking racially. Political correctness, anti-racism, and the legal war on discrimination will, for the first time, have been accurately cast as strategies of coercion. The nationalist worldview will have slipped its bonds. The gateway to free speech and participation in public discourse will stand open.
That is the theory, anyway.