The English band Keane recorded a song entitled “Somewhere Only We Know” that could become the anthem of White Nationalists and Kinists who long for a homeland where our folk can live in peace and safety. Once upon a time, that place was your neighborhood. Now, that place may be as far away as the Russian Steppes.

Dublin, in the shadow of a gloomy future , now has a school just for blacks who were squeezed out of the over-crowded government system. The Babelized bureaucratess who authorized the ape cage with desks says that Irish is Irish, regardless of skin color. If the Irish are in a collective drunken stupor, or if they are as racially pixilated as the rest of Europe, they will nevertheless learn the painful lesson that colorblindness leads a nation to stumble in a ditch. Maybe hating Englishmen and Protestants for centuries has numbed the Irish impulse to drive out snakes and other toxic creatures.

“...for many base wretches amongst us take up with negro women, by which means the country swarms with mulatto bastards, and these mulattoes, if but three generations removed from the black father or mother, may, by the indulgence of the laws of the country, intermarry with the white people, and actually do every day so marry. Now, if instead of this abominable practice which hath polluted the blood of many amongst us, we had taken Indian wives in the first place, it would have made them some compensation for their lands.... We should become rightful heirs to their lands and should not have smutted our blood...” (The Reverend Peter Fontaine of Virginia, 1757 – quoted in Tilton, 1995)

“Bloodsmuts"… now there is a fresh term for mongrels and race-mixers with a solid historical basis.

Atheism, after decades of clinging to existance like mildew on a tombstone, is making a comeback due to the release of four books by the undead. Sam Harris’s Letter to a Christian Nation , Daniel Dennett’s Breaking the Spell , Christopher Hitchens’s God Is Not Great and Richard Dawkins’s The God Delusion all seek to embalm the Spirit with scoffing and scorn. One of these empty vessels writes cheerfully that the new atheist pundits “raise consciousness to the fact that to be an atheist is a realistic aspiration, and a brave and splendid one. You can be an atheist who is happy, balanced, moral and intellectually fulfilled.” Tell that to the late, unlamented Madalyn Murray O’Hair, “The Most Hated Woman in America.” As a “happy, balanced, moral, and intellectually fulfilled” atheist, O’Hair could be astonishingly intolerant and baleful. When her son