[From “Poetry Time: The Wrath of the Awakened Saxon”]

THE WRATH OF THE AWAKENED SAXON
by Rudyard Kipling

It was not part of their blood,
It came to them very late,
With long arrears to make good,
When the Saxon began to hate

They were not easily moved,
They were icy — willing to wait
Till every count should be proved,
Ere the Saxon began to hate

Their voices were even and low
Their eyes were level and straight
There was neither sign nor show
When the Saxon began to hate

It was not preached to the crowd
It was not taught by the state
No man spoke it aloud
When the Saxon began to hate

It was not suddently bred
It will not swiftly abate
Through the chilled years ahead,
When Time shall count from the date
That the Saxon began to hate

14 year old lass in Dundee, Scotland physically defends herself and her friend with a kitchen knife and hatchet, from a musloid harasser looking to rape them[…]
Let’s see if there are any men left in the UK, or if they live up to their 21st century reputation as a nation of conquered heterosexual faggot dhimmis