It’s been nearly five years since I wrote my first article for Independence Daily, then UKIP Daily. Nearly a hundred and fifty articles later, I thought that perhaps I’d talk about my motives and inspiration for that first article: ‘The Zombie Apocalypse’ (see here).

As a teenager, I had a very rowdy group of friends but there was one that I was especially fond of, she was perhaps the prettiest woman that I’ve seen in my life to this day, she would put Melania Trump into the shade. Other friends that I introduced to this young woman just thought she was ridiculously pretty, she blew their minds. We were just very good friends though, nothing more.

I was lucky as a young man, even though I say so myself, I was a good looking lad. At the age of seventeen, soon after passing my driving test, I’d managed to get hold of an old Austin Healey sports car and the girls loved this too.

I had a few male drinking companions. I thought at the time they were friends. Someone warned me that they just hung out with me because I attracted girls. This proved to be the case, they were just the kind of blokes that were unattractive to women. Unfortunate as it was, nothing was going to change that and they were insanely, bitterley jealous to the point of hating me. This was an early lesson in my life that I wouldn’t forget. Until then I had no idea that men could get so bitter and twisted about being rejected by women.

As for my lady friend, on odd occasions when her parents were away we’d all go to her home and raid her parents’ ample supply of booze, get thoroughly drunk and go skinny dipping in the swimming pool. I have to admit that the sight of the pool lights reflecting on her perfect naked body is etched on my mind to this day, perhaps the most cherished memory of my youth.

I was fond of this young woman not just because she was so pretty but because she was very bubbly, vivacious, always happy and smiling, she had an amazing smile. She was very good at being one of the boys, one of our gang and although I may have had the occasional carnal inclination towards her, I was very happy to just have her as a friend. I thought that she was a lovely friend to have.

We soon all headed off in different directions, to different universities around the country. We’d just catch up when we went home for holidays. The last time I saw my friend,the light had gone from her eyes, she was fighting to hold back tears, she looked totally destroyed.

I couldn’t get a word out of her, I felt hurt that she couldn’t bring herself to talk to me and I’ve never seen her since. It was sometime later that I learnt from some of her school friends that she’d been brutally raped. I was devastated to hear this news. I just couldn’t understand how some vile animal could do this to such a lovely girl.

For over forty years, I still think of my friend but unfortunately I always seemed to remember the brokenhearted face of a once beautiful and vibrant woman that had been destroyed by a monster and I still carried the anger within me.

Recently, while thinking about my friend as I still do from time to time, I decided to see if I could find her on the Internet. To my surprise I did find her, she was happily married with children, a successful business woman and there was a picture of her and her beautiful smile was back.

I’d waited for over forty years to see that smile again. I can’t tell you how relieved and pleased that I was that she’d moved on from such a horrible event to have a happy life. I didn’t contact her, we all have to move on in life and sometimes it’s better to let sleeping dogs lie. I’m unlikely to ever see this woman again. We live on opposite sides of the world now but to me it was important to finally know that she was OK.

When I wrote ‘The Zombie Apocalypse’ it was to highlight the risks of uncontrolled third world immigration. These risks are not specifically about race but about recognising that the third world is characterised by a deep polarisation. What goes on in the streets of these countries is often unpleasant and something that we haven’t until now had to deal with on a large scale in our own country.

We certainly have to deal with these third world characteristics now but we’re not allowed to discuss this as the race card is always used. At the time of writing my article, we were just finding out about the industrial scale rape and sexual grooming of our women and children by Asian and often Muslim rape gangs. In the five years since I wrote my article we’ve reached new levels of insanity, things such as our children being taught or indoctrinated into gender fluidity, being encouraged to take puberty blockers.

This then is the New World Order and I’ve seen first hand the tragic consequences brought about by globalist politicians that think that our women and children are worth sacrificing in pursuit of their dystopian dream. It seems to me that the actions of our governments and institutions make them just as guilty as the perpetrators of the above sexual obscenities. We have become a nation that is so browbeaten with Political Correctness that we can no longer protect our own women and children. It is shameful that we have allowed this to happen.

As for me: I still haven’t forgotten and I still haven’t forgiven.

 

 

 

 

 

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