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Ok, so again, tell me the speech you’re gonna use to convince ten people with rocks and their fists to take on one guy with a gun. Or how you’re gonna convince the driver of that car to commit suicide so that the rest of you can go and collect whatever guns are left on the dead

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Guns are useless when your enemy is within a certain range of you, if they can close in fast the effective range tightens, at night, with low visibility, it gets even smaller, smaller still if it's a surprise and you aren't expecting it, when focusing on one target, and another approaches from another front, that's even more of an issue.

Under certain conditions, it's better to be the guy with the rock than the one with the gun.

The driver is not going to be committing suicide, if he rams the beaters he could make it so that he's safe, but they are laid out, if we go after the car, we use trucks to do it.

Realistically it's not as simple as you'd think it'd be.

Another thing, I'm sure that I could get a mob put on a corner ready to throw down with the coppers even with the knowledge that some of em ain't gonna make it home safe, because there's more to an Englishman than his life, the lives of his children, the future of his country, the glory of his God, the feeling of pride he has in being willing to fight the hardest kind of fight and due, rather than live as a coward. All of this and more is important to him and worth dying for.

We didn't conquer half the globe and fight off the romans by being the kind who refuses to risk our lives for a good cause, we are a people who have produced the best philosophers, poets, and storytellers I'm the world precisely because there us far more to a British life than living.

Being a briton means living for something far more than drawing breath.

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Being a briton means living for something far more than drawing breath.

So that’s why your kids are going to school in classes that are less than 10% white? Because you britons are so badass?

Under certain conditions, it's better to be the guy with the rock than the one with the gun.

Ok, come to my house with a rock, then 🙄

We didn't conquer half the globe and fight off the romans by being the kind who refuses to risk our lives for a good cause,

And yet here you are, disarmed by your government and forced to allow invaders into your homeland while you get thrown in prison for speaking out against it on Twitter.

How dare you compare yourself to your Briton ancestors

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We're already starting to accept that starting a fight is what needs to be done.

It's hard for us because we have known war like this before, and we know it's not anything short of horror and tragedy, and so we do mot go into this lightly. We only tread this path when there is no hope left for anything other than taking it.

We will be fighting and killing our own countrymen, our families will be filled with enemies of one another, people will starve, disease will run rampant, bodies will be seem in the streets, and innocence will be lost, along with the human decency we will be forced to cast aside.

Sadder still is that we thought for a good time that we were heading towards a future that wouldn't need this, we thought we had it worked out, at least to the point where we could settle things without violence.

We feel deeply ashamed that the need for war has been allowed to come to us, furthermore, it was brought about by a tyranny of those who we had once looked to as a nation as a solution to conflict such as this.

We thought that the people loading over us now were the type to get things righted than everyone else did, we thought they were going to lead us into better days than we had ever seen. We were the hopeful. These were the kind of people who made all our childhood memories, they were the ones that shaped us and who we were as a people, especially in terms of culture and politics. These people gave us reason to gloat that we were better than the Americans.

Fighting this fight means admitting not only that we were wrong, that our heroes were villains, it also means admitting the same for our fathers and mothers.

It means renouncing ideas that we had held on strongly to, and that we had condemned others for falling short of them. Now admitting that we were wrong in our progressive values which we were so proud of before.

Its admitting your whole life was a lie.

There's other reasons too, we so not know what's going to happen if we win or lose, for some the guarantee of a predictable hell is better than the anxiety of an unforeseeable future. Certainty has a strong comforting aspect to it.

False hope, identity death, the memory of the horrors of civil war, a disappointment that we once again have to resort to violence to solve problems, a trepidation concerning what comes after, even if we succeeded.

All this means that we have a slow time to adapt to coming back to a violent manner.

Its going to take some time for the Saxon to awaken, some time for us to get angry enough that we strike.

But when we do, it's the stuff of legends, we have all kinds of distinct advantages that will help us towards victory.

We're already starting to accept that starting a fight is what needs to be done. It's hard for us because we have known war like this before, and we know it's not anything short of horror and tragedy, and so we do mot go into this lightly. We only tread this path when there is no hope left for anything other than taking it. We will be fighting and killing our own countrymen, our families will be filled with enemies of one another, people will starve, disease will run rampant, bodies will be seem in the streets, and innocence will be lost, along with the human decency we will be forced to cast aside. Sadder still is that we thought for a good time that we were heading towards a future that wouldn't need this, we thought we had it worked out, at least to the point where we could settle things without violence. We feel deeply ashamed that the need for war has been allowed to come to us, furthermore, it was brought about by a tyranny of those who we had once looked to as a nation as a solution to conflict such as this. We thought that the people loading over us now were the type to get things righted than everyone else did, we thought they were going to lead us into better days than we had ever seen. We were the hopeful. These were the kind of people who made all our childhood memories, they were the ones that shaped us and who we were as a people, especially in terms of culture and politics. These people gave us reason to gloat that we were better than the Americans. Fighting this fight means admitting not only that we were wrong, that our heroes were villains, it also means admitting the same for our fathers and mothers. It means renouncing ideas that we had held on strongly to, and that we had condemned others for falling short of them. Now admitting that we were wrong in our progressive values which we were so proud of before. Its admitting your whole life was a lie. There's other reasons too, we so not know what's going to happen if we win or lose, for some the guarantee of a predictable hell is better than the anxiety of an unforeseeable future. Certainty has a strong comforting aspect to it. False hope, identity death, the memory of the horrors of civil war, a disappointment that we once again have to resort to violence to solve problems, a trepidation concerning what comes after, even if we succeeded. All this means that we have a slow time to adapt to coming back to a violent manner. Its going to take some time for the Saxon to awaken, some time for us to get angry enough that we strike. But when we do, it's the stuff of legends, we have all kinds of distinct advantages that will help us towards victory.

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