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Vanderleun linked to a blog I am not familiar with called Raconteur Report, which has a post remembering 9-11.

We have the spectacle of entire nations self-destructing under the onslaught of “refugees”, suspiciously all military-aged males, minus women and children, streaming from every not-at-war Turd World Shitholia and Trashcanistan, raping entire populations in plain sight, for decades, with the full approval of the authorities, and pillaging the cultural heritage of the entire civilized world. And Stockholm Syndrome times Battered Wives’ Syndrome is alive and well; but not just in Stockholm, but in Berlinistan, Londonistan, Paristan, Romistan, Rotherham, Chemnitz, and every other future no-go zone in the caliphate that’s spreading like cancer from Spitzbergen to Sicily.
To Syracuse.
To San Diego.
Let me know when realization dawns for you.

…The half-assed, half-witted, half-stepping pseudo-response to 9/11 has ensured that every day is 9/11.

Ask a thousand English girls enslaved for sex in their own country, and passed around like so much white meat. For a decade, while Britistani officialdom watched.
(Dear British pussies: you should be hunting down like Adolph Eichmann, and beheading, on YouTube and LiveLeak, with dull rusty saws, every public official who did that, and putting their freshly-severed heads on London Bridge, but you’re all women now, the best part of your DNA ran down the legs of French ladies of your grandfathers’ era in the countryside outside Verdun, and you deserve the butt-raping you’ll be getting in your own towns until you fix that. If ever. If you’re too squeamish, maybe you can hire it out to the Gurkhas, but it still needs getting done. Sorry about the shoe fitting and all.)

Ask numbers beyond account stabbed, shot, or run over in France.
Ask the women of Germany and Sweden and Norway, gang-raped in 100% of cases by the very same swarthy “Asian” hordes of rapefugees they foolishly welcomed into their homelands.

When someone tells you they’re coming for you, take them at their word.
If it’s going to come down to that, it’s always better to be the one twisting the bayonet, rather than the one impaled on the end.

Sooner or later, you’re going to figure that out.
Hopefully, the light will dawn while you still have the means to make a choice in the matter.

Read more here.