| Predatory Invaders: Time to Play the Celtic Card?
Predatory Invaders: Time to Play the Celtic Card?
by Terry Graham
Sometimes people ask me what brought me to the battle against
immigration, why am I so vocal, so passionate, so ("inappropriately")
angry. So unladylike! The simple answer is: Raina is dead.
Raina, a young White American girl, murdered by an illegal alien who
came to my country "for a better life"; a cockroach who drugged, raped
and killed her,and scurried back to Mexico, which sheltered him in its
shadows from any consequences.
Should Americans wait to "remember in November" and try to vote out
open-borders traitors with ever more Rainas' blood on their hands? It
seems far wiser that we remember our Rainas every minute, every day.
And act toprotect our own.
Years ago, even as I parroted "diversity is our strength", my inner
voice was sounding an increasingly urgent warning. Over time, I had
become a stranger in the country founded by my ancestors for their
"posterity." Foreigners usurping our birthright and demanding special
privileges were surrounding Americans, aided and abetted by treasonous
leaders taxing us to fund the invaders.
Then, 10 years back, a small news item caught my attention. Two young
teenagers in a nearby town had fallen victim to a vicious alien
predator. The girls had been at a local cafe when a Mexican schoolmate
and his uncle invited them for a ride. Hours later, Raina's friend
staggered back into town, drugged, naked and dazed after being sexually
assaulted and choked into unconsciousness. She was the lucky one.
Within 24 hours, Raina's fate still unknown, Meximafia hustlers
descended like vultures upon her hometown to assure all that this
brutal crime had nothing...nada...to do with Third World beasts
victimizing our Republic's innocent children.
But I knew better.
Increasingly, stories were surfacing of foreign men preying upon
unsuspecting females whose typical American behavior was interpreted as
promiscuity, a sexual invitation, lack of self-respect and parental
ambivalence. The enemy was inside our gates. N.O.W. was demanding
borderless sisterhood with Stone Age women who sold or killed female
offspring, hacked off their daughters' sex organs, and accepted chattel
statua. "Bring 'em to America and they'll assimilate," we
were told. Gang initiation rites, where invaders raped and sometimes
murdered White American females, were covered up by our so-called law
enforcement officers who still don't think it is in their job
descriptions to identify and apprehend law breaking aliens.
In the days of my childhood, had I or my friends met Raina's end, I
have no doubt the WWII dads in my neighborhood would have cleaned their
guns, gone hunting, bagged their kill, and sealed their lips. Such men
were readily acknowledged as our heroes, protectors and defenders
against enemies, foreign and domestic.
But today, so many sensitive, sissified American males might talk, but
they don't walk. Recently (6/8/6), the Colorado Association of
Chiefs of Police passed a resolution expressing their general
unwillingness to serve as immigration law enforcers. These are our
PAID protectors who have taken an oath to defend us!
It is time we look to our our people's past, our history and heritage,
for solutions to imported savagery:
Meet Boadicea.
Queen Boadicea, born 30 AD, was of the Keltoi, or Celtic tribe which
resided in the British Isles and Western Europe from 500 BC on. (The
Celts and other European tribes smashed the Roman Empire in 410 AD.)
Brutal, misogynist Roman invaders held Celts in contempt in great part
because ourforemothers fought valiently in battle alongside
of our men. We were
warriors, not wimps, my Sisters.
Prior to his death, Boadicea's husband took steps to appease Roman
invader-colonists occupying England in a failed attempt to protect his
family, Despite his obsequious efforts, Romans soldiers soon flogged
his independent-minded widow, forcing her to watch as they raped
her two young daughters.
Queen Boadicea did not have self-appointed experts tell her that it
wasn't the Romans' fault, that their act celebrated multiculturalism
and that she should get over it. She did not enroll in anger management
classes, nor engage in a group love hug with Roman rapists. Her
survival and parental instincts intact, Boadicea did what any caring,
thinking Celtic mother would do. She rose up to protect her daughters
and nation from further abuse. Boarding her chariot, daughters in tow,
she organized and led into battle more than 100,000 of her Celtic
clansmen -- and women -- to put an end to the heinous crimes of brutal
foreign invaders. In her wake, a river of Roman blood ran through the streets
of England's cities and countryside.
Boudicea's rousing speech is timeless: "It is...as one of the people
that I am avenging lost freedom, my scourged body, the outraged
chastity of my daughters. Roman lust has gone so far that not our very
person, nor even age or virginity, are left unpolluted. But heaven is
on the side of a righteous vengeance; a [Roman] legion which dared to
fight has perished; the rest are hiding themselves in their camp, or
are thinking anxiously of flight. They will not sustain even the din
and the shout of so many thousands, much less our charge and our blows.
If you weigh well the strength of the armies, and the causes of the
war, you will see that in this battle you must conquer or die. This is
a woman's resolve; as for men, they may live and be slaves."
Nearly 2,000 years after her death, England erected a statue overlooking
the Thames celebrating one of its first heroes, the Warrior Queen, who
galvanized her fellow patriots against invading hordes that posed a
threat to her nation's very survival.
(http://members.tripod.com/~ancient_history/boadlinks.html )
Scottish Celt vocalist Steve McDonald's haunting song, "Boadicea"
(Stone of
Destiny CD, 1997, Etherean Music)*, honors her resolve and courage,
even as she met her death.
Recently, I went looking for Raina and found all that remains: her name
on a website for murdered children. "In Memory." Raina is dead. Her
killer never punished, harbored by a heathen nation engaged in a
massive invasion of ours with the help of evil ones in high places. Yes,
I remember Raina every day. Her name means Queen, the title held by Boadicea.
I am beyond done with invaders and their foreign and domestic
accomplices playing their ragged deck of race, bigot, xenophobe cards
designed to silence, frighten and paralyze us. I have no time for plotting,
plodding, can't-do politicians with empty promises and PAC-filled wallets.
America: Will you sit on your rear til November draws near, as we lose
ever more Rainas to this onslaught which President Bush could, but
won't end tomorrow?
Or does the time draw nigh for us to play the "Celtic Card"?
© 2006 Terry Graham.
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*Boadicea by Steve McDonald (Stone of Destiny CD, 1997, Etherean Music)
Deep in the night, in a quiet place, I hear her voice, I see her face,
All in a dream. She was the Warrior Queen.
Brought to war by the pain of her daughters
She vowed revenge and promised to slaughter
The enemy there. It was an honor affair.
Fight the foe, fight the foe, Sang the Warrior Queen
The lion looks proud in the shade of the tree
But the lioness hunts down the prey. The victor is she.
Across the land, her chariot sped. Burning London, 20,000 dead.
Feared and serene. The Iceni Queen.
Though soon she would falter, Suetonius would reign
Forgotten victories are all that remain.
Her voice they still hear, an echo from yesteryear.
Deep in the night, She took her own life
Blessed with a smile and a tear.
Though she had severed their dearest veins
None would ever forget....Boadicea.
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