George Lincoln Rockwell - Debate White Power vs Black Power (1966)
Join us George Lincoln Rockwell - Debate White Power vs Black Power (1966)
George Lincoln Rockwell - Carleton College (October 9th, 1962)
Join us George Lincoln Rockwell - Carleton College (October 9th, 1962)
A little collection of some of my favourite pictures of Hitler.
Plus a special announcement.
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Mirror of the full video from Jewtube as it is heavily restricted there.
Original 8 min version. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YqACgRA6XuI&t=182s
Macron is attacking his own people with his hired thugs and the faggets from Antifa.
We in Shitlords Org would love to celebrate the wonderful contribution that blacks make to society.
Here is just a little sample. Enjoy. 50 upvotes and i make another.
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We take a very brief look at 2018 in the most iconic images as posted on /pol/
Happy New Year To All.
A very Merry Christmas to all in Shitlords Org. Its been a great first year. We've had our ups and we've had our downs. People have joined and some have left.
We have laughed. We have cried. We have pissed off feminists, Antifa, Niggers and Jews.
Here is to next year in Shitlords Org.
Thank god we beat these men so faggots and other degenerates could teach our children.
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Yes there is a mistake in here and no I don't care.
Mirrored from Jewtube because Jewtube.
A very brief look at Juden Stan Lee
O say can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;
O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
'Tis the star-spangled banner, O long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,
A home and a country, should leave us no more?
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave,
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
O thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved homes and the war's desolation.
Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the Heav'n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: 'In God is our trust.'
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
Deșteaptă-te, române, din somnul cel de moarte,
În care te-adânciră barbarii de tirani,
Acum ori niciodată croiește-ți altă soarte,1
La care să se-nchine și cruzii tăi dușmani.
Acum ori niciodată să dăm dovezi în lume
Că-n aste mâni2 mai curge un sânge de roman,
Și că-n a noastre piepturi păstrăm cu fală-un nume
Triumfător în lupte, un nume de Traian.3
Priviți, mărețe umbre, Mihai, Ștefan, Corvine,4
Româna națiune, ai voștri strănepoți,
Cu brațele armate, cu focul vostru-n vine,
„Viață-n libertate ori moarte” strigă toți.
Preoți cu crucea-n frunte, căci oastea e creștină,
Deviza-i libertate și scopul ei preasfânt.
Murim mai bine-n luptă, cu glorie deplină,
Decât să fim sclavi iarăși în vechiul nost' pământ.
Awaken thee, Romanian, from that deathly sleep
Into which you've been sunken by the barbarian tyrants.
Now or never sew yourself another fate
To whom even your cruel enemies may bow to.
Now or never, let us give proof to the world
That in these hands of ours roman blood still flows
And that in our chests we proudly keep a name
Triumphant in battles, a name of "Trajan".
Look, majestic shadows, Michael, Stephen, Corvinus:
The Romanian nation, your grand-grandsons
With armed hands and your fire in their veins
"A life of freedom or death", they all shout.
Priests with the cross ahead, because the army is christian
The motto is freedom and it's purpose is all too holy
We'd rather die in battle, in elevated glory
Than be slaves once more on our ancestral land.
Jimmy shows the locals his Kung Fu Skills.
Mae hen wlad fy nhadau yn annwyl i mi,
Gwlad beirdd a chantorion, enwogion o fri;
Ei gwrol ryfelwyr, gwladgarwyr tra mâd,
Tros ryddid gollasant eu gwaed.
Gwlad, Gwlad, pleidiol wyf i'm gwlad,
Tra môr yn fur i'r bur hoff bau,
O bydded i'r heniaith barhau.
Hen Gymru fynyddig, paradwys y bardd;
Pob dyffryn, pob clogwyn, i'm golwg sydd hardd
Trwy deimlad gwladgarol, mor swynol yw si
Ei nentydd, afonydd, i fi.
Os treisiodd y gelyn fy ngwlad dan ei droed,
Mae hen iaith y Cymry mor fyw ag erioed,
Ni luddiwyd yr awen gan erchyll law brad,
Na thelyn berseiniol fy ngwlad.
Here's the first verse and chorus phonetically to give you an idea:
My hen oo-lad vurr n’had-die un ann-wil ee mee
goo-lard bay-rdd* a ch**ann-tor-eon
enn wog eon o vree
ane goo-rol ruvv-el-weir
goo-lard gar-weir tra mard
dross rudd*-id cor-ll***ar-sant ay goo-eyed.
played-eeyol weave eem goo-lard
tra more un beer, ear beer horff bye
O budd*-ed eer hen ee-eye-th bar hi.
*There are two “th” sounds in Welsh.”Th” in Welsh
is pronounced as in “think” or “fourth”.
“Dd” is pronounced as in “this” or “that”.
** “ch” is pronounced as in “loch” or “Bach”.
*** “ll” is a cross between an “l” and an “s”.
English Translation - Land of My Fathers
This land of my fathers is dear to me
Land of poets and singers, and people of stature
Her brave warriors, fine patriots
Shed their blood for freedom
Land! Land! I am true to my land!
As long as the sea serves as a wall for this pure, dear land
May the language endure for ever.
Old land of the mountains, paradise of the poets,
Every valley, every cliff a beauty guards;
Through love of my country, enchanting voices will be
Her streams and rivers to me.
Though the enemy have trampled my country underfoot,
The old language of the Welsh knows no retreat,
The spirit is not hindered by the treacherous hand
Nor silenced the sweet harp of my land.
Today we take a look at the fucking useless UK Police.
We take a look at the #MAGABomber #HOAX
France has a problem. That problem is diversity. Much of Europe has the same problem
White Europe needs to wake up and rise up before its too late.
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