England Must Love its Jews, part 4

by Douglas Mercer

THE KING OF ENGLAND used to be something. The English King once sat in Whitehall and oversaw a sumptuous masque in which the lords and ladies of the court performed their ritual under a ceiling of cerulean blue; the whole world of grandeur was there, and Shakespeare may have made a cameo, or pitched in with a word or two — it was that kind of place and that kind of time. Those were the days, as it’s been said, when the English King was on his throne and the noble and the august held sway.

But now we have a wretch who goes around to Negro countries and tells them how sorry he is for the things his country has done; how sorry he is that once they held power and force; and — of course! — he never misses a trick in any trice to worship and placate and slaver over the Jews. And the grand fool out-topped himself recently and really laid it on with a trowel. He larded it up with surrender, he used the kind of cringing language (in homage to an old bag Jewess) that would have made his ancestors sick to their stomachs. The mighty have fallen, and the weak and the worthless call the shots.

Holocaust survivor Lily Ebert MBE has marked her 100th birthday surrounded by family and tens of thousands of cards and messages. Ebert has committed her life to raising awareness about the Holocaust since being deported from her home in Hungary to the notorious Auschwitz-Birkenau death camp in 1944. Her mother, brother and sister were killed in the gas chambers. Well wishes arrived from around the world, including from former Prime Minister Boris Johnson. Ebert also received a personal letter and bouquet from King Charles with very special and warmest wishes.

The whole world of officialdom worships the Jews; they need to be seen giving their expected plaudits to this old poisonous mushroom. She’s hit the big 100, by god; Hell, she outlived Adolf Hitler himself some 78 years and that is really something. She’s one of those last lingering “survivors” they are banking on to keep repeating the tired old lies about all the “bad things” those National Socialists did once upon a time. This desiccated old prune is the bees’ knees to todays “world leaders”; she’s their heroine and their idol; they think the fact that she skipped the clutches of those work camps and survived into her dotage is the greatest thing that ever happened in human history, though she’s basically a nonentity.

“Dear Lily, I particularly wanted to write a personal word on the very special occasion of your 100th birthday. The terrible suffering which you and your family endured can never be adequately described or acknowledged, but as a survivor of the horrors of those years, your life’s work has been to remind our generation of the depths of depravity and evil to which humankind can descend, when reason, humanity and truth are abandoned. By continuing to remind the world of the unimaginable atrocities which you witnessed, you have lived your life positively, with true nobility and without hatred, in a way that is an example to us all.”

The nominal King of England said this, mind you. The real King of England once sat on a throne under a cerulean sky; and now this creature dares speak of depravity when he is the one who is depraved.

This sad specimen, if you grant that he is the King, is the latest in a long line of English Kings, Kings who gave the world so many gifts of greatness; now his greasy imprimatur goes on a vile letter to a haggard old bloodsucker. England loves — must love — its Jews, that’s for sure. Or rather the rulers of England love their Jews either because they are so besotted with them they have lost their minds and way, or because they know that to not toe that line will be the death knell of every inflated penny they have. Unimaginable atrocities are being committed, that’s for sure, we see them each and every day. And whatever the Germans did to the Jews (and let’s stipulate that it was no picnic, nor a walk in the park) it was done for great and good reason.

But when the Jews were able to escape by the skin of their teeth, take power literally over our dead bodies, and then lie through their teeth about what happened; well, it’s then that the real decimation began.

And now more fake museums will sprout up to litter the countryside, “racism response centers” will be set up, Jews will get their very own month — and be endlessly lionized to the point that even the lowest rubes will begin to suspect that England must have secretly lost a war or something.

But the really sad thing is this, and the people of England should have realized it long ago: You can no more get truth from a Jew than you can get Zyklon B from an Orange Fanta.

They’ll figure out in due time that, when it comes to the international criminal tribe, they always hurt the ones who love them.

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