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If you ask our Deputy Editor, the Corsham Crusader about our noble cause and what the duties of a true nationalist are, he will quote the words of Sergey Nechayev and say:
The revolutionary is a doomed man. He has no personal interests, no business affairs, no emotions, no attachments, no property, and no name. Everything in him is wholly absorbed in the single thought and the single passion for revolution.
Yes, yes, I know Nechayev was a communist and so does the Corsham Crusader, but that does not take anything away from those words. If we are to save Our Country for Our Children then we also must become hard, cold and ruthless in our quest to recover Our Future from those who have stolen it.
Now given that Corsham has to deal with hundreds of comments every day, it is a wonder he retains his sanity, let alone his sense of humour. Without the Corsham Crusader this site could not keep going. That said, take a look at some of the comments that have recently come in and that incredibly, managed to bring a smile to our Deputy Editor's face............
1 - from ZAJ
Pulled from a Zionist blog?
Green Arrow raged for the third hour without pause. ‘Idiots, bunglers, fools‘, he howled, at the Nationalists sitting in silence along both sides of the heavy oak cabinet table.
Corsham fiddled with a pencil, JAZ watched a fly crawling around on the great Nationalist War Chart. It edged its way between the coloured pins and flags and stopped on a large red spot: Bronzefield.
Lex leafed through documents concerning the dubious opinion polls. Revisionist noted energetically the torrent of orders coming from Green Arrow.
‘JAZ you are dismissed!’ he roared. ‘Lex you criminal dilettante, you must go too!’ ‘Have I not ordered you to hold on and to fight fanatically to the last bullet point?’ screamed Morris. ‘And what happens? No sooner do these invaders start to piss us off and you all start to head for the pub! I blush for the Nationalist people. If I did not call myself to teach them, I would pack it in immediately!’ Morris kicked viciously at a chair sending it flying across the ankles of Paris Claims who could not restrain a half-smothered exclamation of pain. Morris sent Paris Claims a deadly look.
‘HJ11 you too are dismissed and I forbid you to ever again show yourself before me. I am informed that we have lost one million and one hundred thousand supporters because of the BNP. Catastrophe I hear? No, a weeding-out! Only cowardly swine let themselves be scared off because of the BNP leaked list. I forbid that any of you receive further promotion until you have rehabilitated yourselves by going out there and fighting them yourselves!’
Ruthlessly Morris raged on.
Anon lost his job and almost his life when he explained that Blair had won three elections in a row and suggested Green Arrow take one of the many internal Westminster courses available in how to become a proficient and serial, criminal liar.
For fully five minutes, Morris stood like a stone statue staring at Anon. Then he exploded into a long wailing scream and threw a bunch of documents at his head.
‘Do you dare to compare me to that comical Geordie gangster who only became Prime Minister by reason of the times he lived in! Only that degenerate mad dog Bush could be proud of such an individual. Anon, you too are dismissed! Never show yourself before me again! You have insulted Common Sense!
2 - From TRAX
Beauchamps, Belgravia is empty of people one Sunday morning in May 2012. The trees have begun to bud a few days earlier. It is as if Zionist Occupied London starts to breathe again after the hard winter. A convoy of cars swings into Beauchamps and stops in the middle of the road outside an old, aristocratic residence.
Men in long, green leather coats spring smartly out and run up the steps, with a serious looking man in the lead - Green Arrow. They knock hard on the door.
Nick Griffin BNP MEP is the name on the small brass plate. The door does not open immediately and one of the British Resistance kicks it in. Morris rushes in with a walther pistol in his hand. A grotesque man in a silk dressing gown comes from another room. 'Paul' he cries in astonishment.
‘Traitor!’ screams Morris springing forward and catching Griffin by the throat. ‘Traitor! cowardly swine! I arrest you!’ He strikes Griffin twice across the face and hurls a mouthful of vulgarisms at him. Then he lifts his Walther Pistol, empties the contents rapidly, turns on his heel and almost flies from the building with coat tails flapping behind him. ‘The swine is still dry!’ said one of the British Resistance and throws a chamber pot over Griffin.
One of the British Resistance confides later that Paul reminded him of a bat out of hell as he left the building with coat tails flapping behind him.
The confidence costs him more than his life is worth - he is awarded a BNP Life Membership the next morning for insulting Green Arrow.
3 - From TRAX
Paul Morris visits the Front:
‘Malingering swine!’ he screamed. ‘You deserve to be liquidated, every one of you. But I am not a cruel man, I intend to only make examples of the worst of you!’ Quickly he chose ten mostly young wounded, every one of them with a large blood soaked dressing on some part of their body. He pulled hard at his cigarette and blew a stream of smoke slowly through his nostrils.
‘You bastards lie there taking it easy in your hospital beds, while every other Patriot is fighting for the Motherland!’
‘But I’m wounded,’ said the severely wounded patriot, just eighteen years of age that day.
‘You’ve still got a head on you shoulders and your arms and legs, haven’t you?’ roared GA.
‘Yes’ was the reply ‘but I have a lung wound,’ he coughed and spluttered.
‘Use the other one!’ GA screamed at the wounded 18 year old.
‘These ten are condemned to X Factor!’ GA ordered, tightening his belt and leaving the ward.
One of the doctors later confided quietly to a colleague, ‘I’m off to join Britain First. To stay with this BNP lot is certain death.
4 - From Eddie Rothschild
In the middle of the night, a convoy of cars pulled up in Welshpool. No one knew of their arrival and no one would have guessed the identity of the passengers they had brought.
The first to step out of his car was Corsham Crusader. The brutality of Corsham, and indeed the men under him, had been known to shake even Paul Morris, and the whole of Corsham's Army, the BR, had been deprived of leave for the duration of the fight against the Zionist Occupation. Behind CC came a group of Patriots, all specialists in the art of anti-subjugation and anti-intimidation.
Corsham's arrival at Welshpool caused an immediate bustle and hubbub. Panic spread rapidly, even to Nick Griffin himself. Griffin stood up as CC entered the room, and he held out a hand that shook very slightly. CC ignored it. Corsham stood at the entrance, legs straddled, eyes flickering with cold contempt as he looked Griffin up and down. Nick Griffin cut a poor figure at that moment, huddled into two misshapen overcoats, like a small grey creature dragged prematurely out of hibernation.
Corsham was wearing the obligatory Green Arrow leather coat, well cut and stylish. He took his time lighting a cigarette and spoke only when he was ready. 'Who are you?' he said, in tones of contempt. 'I'm Nick Griffin BNP MEP - may I ask to whom I have the honour of speaking?' 'Honour?' Corsham laughed, savouring the word. 'Yes, that's good, I like it. You have the honour to be speaking to Corsham Crusader. I am here on Morris' behalf. He wishes to know what is going on.' ....' 'In particular,' continued CC, 'whether you're going to get a grip of things in general and the British National Party in particular?'
Griffin began anxiously to massage the fingers of one hand with those of the other. 'When I came in just now.' said Corsham mercilessly, 'I quite thought I had been brought to the wrong place. You seemed to me more like an aged 'wannabe' warming itself inside a filthy overcoat! You don't look very much like a future Prime Minister do you?'
‘It’s been very hard for all of us,’ began Griffin, but Corsham again interrupted him.
‘I’m not surprised the BNP are finished, there’s a spirit of defeat in the air…and it comes straight from the top! It seems I shall have to tell Paul that you have given up the fight!’
'That's not true!' said Griffin, the protest of a man hurt rather than a man insulted. ‘Did Paul himself not receive my recent, partially successful ballot rigging operations? Has he not received my latest proposals for cheating the indigenous population in the future? Paul has only to approve them and I believe we shall be able to salvage something from this continuing BNP failure and catastrophe‘.
Corsham looked contemptuously at Griffin. ’Paul is not interested in salvage operations - only in victory. God knows he’s given you enough time; yet all you do is bleat about failed plans and proposals. Nothing but an attempt to cover up your failure! Mr Morris instructs me to inform you that British Resistance does not run from anyone.’
Well there you go. Brought a smile to my face. Little grains of truth in much of what those people wrote. As a reward for one of them, I have posted the following image that he or she requested in another comment.
I can see why he asked for it. Something about it.