I made a video about how difficult it must be to survive, as a fox, in a wood infested with dog walkers at all hours of the day and dusk.
Under these circumstances the foxes simply leave the area.
I too am planning to leave the area in which I live because I have started to feel hunted.
It occurred when I learned that I was to become the last white man in this group of five homes opening out onto a shared forecourt, suitable for parking and for children, who can play far from roads and traffic. When I moved here there were two other white families. But one lady died and was replaced by Muslims. My remaining kinsman will be gone soon, his house purchased by a Muslim. So I will be alone, encircled by the heathen.
This has happened to many of my brethren throughout this great city, where many areas have become Islamic enclaves because they promote their own culture and communities in all their trade, relations, and properties. Birmingham city council provided the funds to build large mosques and continues to finance their endeavours. Any contract work required on any building under their control will be carried out by Muslims. Perhaps for religious reasons also. For this reason, I have become critical of my kinsmen when I see that they have engaged a cut-price Muslim firm for their home improvement plans. I always prefer to deal with my own people with only two main exceptions: I get my tyres from a Sikh man, who I think is a solid fellow. And I get my weed from my West Indian brothers (because).
So I started to feel hunted and surrounded by the Lord's enemies. Indeed, I am mainly surrounded by the Lord's enemies regardless of race, including many of my kinfolk, but as the Children of the Promise we have a pledge: The Promise. The Lord made that promise to our race in ancient times and we must make sure we are worthy of it, whatever it means or implies.
I wonder if my neighbours will feel any sense of shame?
They must look around at this bedraggled city and surely recognise that they have usurped our natural position. They will know the reason when my house goes up for sale. Have they no compassion on my brothers and sisters? They return to their native lands to pay their respects to their elders. Their lands are still their own. Their towns and villages continue to be a haven for their people (I treat tales of war with suspicion).
They were enticed to these lands by our wicked rulers, bent on destroying the emerging Kingdom of Christ and defiling His children. They were offered incentives and benefits of every imaginable hue. But that might prove to be their undoing - it is a poisoned chalice. Their growing Europeanization has persuaded them to adopt the corrupt lifestyles that abound. Eating the poisonous foods and relying on the health service. Many of their people train as doctors, seeking riches and status. They have aped our worst aspects and missed our best, in a measure, perhaps because we have failed to produce them. But they know our streets are cleaner. Because we clean them. We keep a tended front garden. We mend the fences. We take the rubbish to the tip. Not always, but these are the accepted practices among our people.
The Parade through the village is lined with Muslim food outlets. Dessert bars, ice cream parlours, steak houses, chicken grills. The patrons are almost exclusively Muslim. On Sunday morning the streets are lined with discarded bottles, half-eaten meals, plastic bags of rubbish simply flung from car windows.
Also on Sunday morning, a small team of volunteer litter pickers do what they can to clean up the mess. There are people of all races in those groups, but my brothers and sisters are generally in the fore. I don't participate. I pick up litter when I can do it unobtrusively. On the sly, as it were.
Gradually, as the Islamification process nears completion, the neighbourhood starts to go downhill, so up and coming Muslim families move further from the city, and the process is repeated.
We are a shepherd nation but we are not fulfilling our God-given role of custodians and teachers. Our own teachers are blind and deaf and foolishness reigns in their heart. Our wells have been stopped. Our holy men mocked, their voice blotted out. Our Muslim neighbour must come to understanding or be removed from our midst, Perhaps removal is anyway required. I don't know, it's in the hand of God. But this land was indeed given unto my people and that matter will not be forgotten.
Whatever we can teach our heathen neighbours they can take to their own kinsmen and women in their native lands. Many of these people once followed ancient and effective dietary and healing practices, but they have been seduced and persuaded to abandon them and replace them with harmful practices and conceits. I wonder if they realise that they are just pawns in this game.
They too are hated.
In these days and perhaps forever, we are the watchman in the tower.
There cometh a time when we must sound the trumpet and take up that sharp two-edged sword of truth that is given into our hand.
