THE LOOTERS. Return to the Dark Ages.
The problem was not born from the streets it was manufactured by social ‘ist’ ‘do gooder’ reformers.  “Those that sow the wind, will reap the whirlwind.”
Again, the British Gun Laws worked for the Looters and Crims. The poor disarmed public were queuing to buy aluminium baseball bats to defend their families, properties and lives again. Repetitively, the second generation of coloured immigrants, (black, brown, light brown, yellow, and white, sometimes referred to in a derogatory way as ‘whiggers’) are again out of control, becoming more confrontational, attacking ‘law abiding’ whites and blacks and robbing stores, in organised mobs. It is in an epidemic form, fermenting in every Angelo Saxon country in the world.
It is not oddly that large gutted, ‘has been’ whites, like me, are becoming more outwardly and openly, sick of it? What’s more annoying is that the media are hiding the cause and nature of this mass theft and violence, which further infuriates the right wing, red necks into stating, “Bring it on.”
The media paints me, as the model, racist, white supremacist, ‘red neck’ and slings in many other untrue slurs as well, just because I am a pro gun activist, and believe in the freedom of speech and have been persecuted and prosecuted for stating that Sodomy is wrong and is a very un healthy life style. Yet, I am criticised by friends for, explaining to them that their solution would give firearms negative publicity and would play us into the media and anti gunners clammy hands. “Kill all the ………” comments get no support from me, besides the known fact that my genocidal inclinations are limited to those, whose backsides polish up the thick leather seats of Parliament House Canberra.

The Entries and Back Streets
The 2nd gen looting coloured (includes all colours) immigrants are not the product of the slums of Britain, or even the product of racism. I grew up in those long rows of houses during the 1950s. Manchester has some of the most notorious slums, Old Trafford, Stretford, Salford, Trafford Park, Hulme, Ancoats. Segregation reigned. Manchester City supporters lived separately to Manchester United supporters, they went to different schools and drank in different pubs, they even were employed by people who felt the same way. United kids, the Reds, threw stones, at the Blues and vice versa, the men fought at the football grounds and in the pubs. Only years later, did I notice that they went to different churches and found out that the culture was all about Catholic verses Protestant. That twigged in my then, simple mind, that’s explained why the Whit walks (Marches and Processions) were on different days. Well, how else? If it was on the same day we would not get the chance to boo and throw stones, if we were marching at the same time. That’s planning for you. That was why Protestant boys did not go courting with Catholic Girls, or vice versa, or their world would be torn apart by their friends and families.  Like Romeo and Juliet the only safety was to leave town go and live where people did not know you. Similarly, when one of the older school girls was in the family way, before it showed, they were whisked off to an Aunty in Leeds or Liverpool for a year and returned with a little thicker waistline and a whole new attitude. A short time later her mother would have another baby to look after and the grand child would be an instant child. The shame and loss of face were enormous sometimes the father of the house would throw the pregnant daughter in to the street but that would be for the benefit of the neighbours and she would be taken in by relatives or friends of the family. Yes, it was a rough area, but honest and hard, working. In that time for those black families it was as much of a shame for a girl to be “in a family way” outside of marriage as it was for a white family. Monday was wash day. Everyone’s washing was spread across the streets. Woe, betides any woman who did not do her washing, or scrub up her front step, or wash the curtains regularly. Adversity had moulded the community together with high moral standards. This was the community spirit that took in ‘bombed out’ neighbours into to their own small homes when the Germans were bombing those streets. They were proud of their race, they were proud of their class and no one thought of multiculturalism or marrying out of your working class heritage.
In 1956 we had Hungarians at school, a few months later we had Syrian refugees at school and being put up in our community. When the West Africans arrived, no one thought much of it and we expected them to move back to warmer climates as the Syrian’s had done. We did not pick on them or bully them, which was our normal behaviour with each another. We asked them where they were from and what it was like. We found that their body sweat smell was different and more offensive to us, than the B.O. of all the un washed lads. They were not a threat. They had fathers and mothers with the same work ethics. They were followed by the Indians and Pakistanis again they were different but no problems evolved.
Years later when walking home from the pub, whilst on Army leave, four Indians were giving another chocolate coloured lad a great kicking on the pavement in front of us, we, growled at them and they ran off.We put Ari on his feet and I remembered him, from school. He took us back to his Fathers’ restaurant for a free slap up feed. That’s when we found out that he was a Pakistani and his assailants were Indian, ‘Hindi’s. The first realisation of racism, although we understood perfectly that there was no tolerance in own our religious traditions. Each black family had two parents, divorce was only a word that the film stars used.   In those days black kids were not into drugs, or breeding tribes of illegitimate children, so they could claim big dollars from the government, they could read and write, and did not set their teachers alight in school.
There was no “racial tension” in the classroom or in the school. We were ALL there to learn, to the limited expectation of the school. We knew what the rules were and if we were disciplined at school for breaking any of those rules we were double disciplined when we got home. There was NONE of the “my child would do that” or “you can’t discipline my child”. We were all in the same boat. We were all there to learn and get the cane and the strap if we didn’t. Our parents one hope was for us to work hard, get an education and work our way out of those dark back streets.
Like us, the blacks carried flick knives, razors, wore steel capped boots, and of course they grouped together in their gang, as we did. We seldom saw one another and didn’t associate. No looting, No invasions of the streets, No thought of shooting one another, not even a fist fight between our races. They were a minority, that would not have been fair, that would have been beneath our dignity, but catch a few Manchester City supporters on a Saturday night after the pubs were out, well then they were fair game. We did not hate the blacks, we did not even hate the Catholics it was just a war, handed down to us by our for-fathers. At that time we could never have verbalised it but inwardly we knew the Catholics, the Irish and ourselves fought for a cause, we knew that the other side never picked their cause, they were born to it and in a way the cause had chosen them, as it had chosen us. We were all soldiers of the working day, on opposite sides, we fought for a cause even if we did not know what it was. The reasons for the cause had been lost in time.

The Enemy at the Gate

During the 1970s it went awfully wrong, the immigrations increased, the perks of the welfare system greatly increased. Why work when, if you have enough children, the dole was more than you could earn in wages? Then we noticed that in the black families, the fathers soon moved out, stayed down the street, at the pool hall and only came by for conjugal visits which increased the family’s income. The black father and young men were no longer hard working heads of their families but part of disjointed groups that were intent on personal gratification and working the system and they developed a “government gift mentality” with the government being the great provider and not the father of the family anymore. The children had no one to respect, no one to guide them, no tradition, no heritage, they are lost. These fatherless families cannot teach a young boy how to be a man, just as a single father cannot teach his daughter the niceties of being a cultured young lady.
The new immigrants received a higher pension, and more perks than the old age pensioner, or the veterans of World War Two. Muslim, Lebanese Sudanese, Ethiopian, Vietnamese arrived all with the same welfare idea, none of those cultures were capable or willing to assimilate themselves into “the great melting pot” that has always been Britain, Australia or America. The lost generations just simmered hatred for everything, which turned them into animals.
Rules are meant to be broken and programmes are designed for people to capitalize on the weak points and misapply them to their advantage. The coloured families broke down totally, then the state actively encouraged children to leave home at any age, so why live at home? With rules about what time you come home, or what you can smoke, when I can go and live on the State and ‘do what I like’.  So they did, and children that once had one parent, soon had none.

The ‘doo gooders’ wonder why the streets have turned into a tribal warfare battle ground, and do not realise that they are the reason, They are the ones that banned corporal punishment, that advocated taking discipline out of schools they are the ones that banned capital punishment, made programmes to keep them out of jail. When the street ghouls, set fire to a pensioner’s home, and rain fire bombs on the Fire Engines, when they come to put the fire out.

They have a Licence to Kill

One of the main reasons that they do it, is because they can. They are the bullies, they have no fear, the general public can do nothing to them, the police do not want to arrest them as there is to much paper work involved. These bored bullies strike at shop keepers and pensioners, because by law they cannot defend themselves and in Australia and Britain they have been disarmed. In America, its not so easy and some of them might get shot by the shop keepers. Little do the Americans realise that this is the only remaining freedom that is still preserving their peace. If last weeks riots had occurred in the USA, it would have been quickly subdued by the armed silent majority. They still have the lost generations, the Enemy at the Gate, but at least they can defend themselves. In Britain these ghouls fill the streets with thick broken glass and nails in wood, so that as soon as a poor soul gets lost, drives down the wrong road. The tires go down, the ghouls storm the car, rape the women and kill the men, strip the car for parts or burn it. They compare the street gang wars to tribal or Clan wars but they totally miss the point that the tribes and clans fought for a cause, for their independence or their freedom, this lot burn, rape, maim and kill for entertainment. It would have happened without race, or without drugs, this aberration on civilisation was not born it was manufactured by the doo gooders.

Again, Lambs Will Turn Into Lions.

Every action causes a reaction and as sure, as the earth turns around the reaction is building momentum. It will not be from the Police or the Army, as they will be constrained by the same ‘do gooder’ mentality. No, the reaction will come from the ‘silent majority’ the ‘ever patient,’ accepting of everything, the true under dogs. They, who have the Viking blood still running through their veins, will suffer every indignation, every insult, every wound. They will be like a chained dog, straining at the leash, constrained only by generations of obeying the law. One day the chain will break, it might be something trivial or emotional, the ghouls might have set a pensioner on fire or a cat. Then the ex ‘law-abiding citizen’, won’t fly off the handle, no once his decision is made he will seek out the means to arm himself, even make guns himself, if he has to. He will not strike during the next looting spree, when the ghouls are all full of vim and vigour. No, he will hunt them down in the black of night and kill them in their sleep, in their drug dens, their squats, their stinking squalor. The vigilantes will remove the evil stains on their communities calmly and effectively. With that same methodical ruthless mechanism that conquered the known world your Mr Average will organise, prepare and carry out all the necessary ambushes. Our current street ghouls, animals will rarely even know its happening before they are gone.

Of course the real shame of it all will be that the social ‘night’ workers, the doo gooder, academics and politicians, that created the mess will still have clean hands, well paid, living in the best areas and unaffected. They will remain anonymous until they reappear in a torrent of vitriol. (They probably would not miss the Ghouls too much if they disappeared in small groups.)
I can imagine the words, Right Wing, Christian Extremist, Red Neck, Gun Loving, Gun Collector, One Nation,  Militarist, (he had a pair of Army boots under the bed). The Media will have a feeding frenzy, Oh that’s my call again, this is where I came in on this subject, yes if I am still alive they will blame me, and even if I’m dead they still will try and blame me, they have been doing it for years, they call my warnings, incitement. Maybe, I’m just getting too close to the source of the problem.

Postscript for Debate.
Is this the reason for Anders Behring Breivik’s attack on a Labour Party’s Workers’ Youth League Camp?  Did he understand that the real problem was the left wing, academics, the social worker, ‘doo gooder’, and obliging, vote prostituting politicians? Maybe he was not mad, after all?  Is it just  the fact that we are all a bit slow, in picking up his reasons?

Ron Owen