Ah, Georgia. A land of rugged mountains, ancient vineyards, and the occasional whiff of politics that leaves one feeling rather unsettled. To an Englishman such as myself the country is an afterthought. This is perhaps why the intensely traditionalist social ‘revolution’ taking place in the country has passed unobserved by so many in the rest of the West.
I was driven home last night by a driver who had the Georgian flag mounted on his dashboard. I am so sick of diversity that I keep to myself and never talk to anyone and make them feel welcome, even though I am clearly a tiny minority in my now conquered local territory.
I did ask him what the flag was. It is a cool flag. It is very similar to an English flag with the red crosses. I wish I had spoken with him and established some form of brotherhood. After I asked him about his flag he asked me what I am. I said, "I am American." He asked me again and I repeated my answer. He didn't know what to make of it. Where I live, that isn't surprising. There aren't many Americans around and it is completely conquered by the cosmopolitans and their armies of foreign hordes.
God bless Georgia and may the Georgians who live here driving taxi, be blessed to return home and raise their families in their homeland, amongst the architecture, statuary, artwork and landscapes of and from their biospirit. May we unite with them and be bolstered by their traditionalist virility as we reject and fight the same evil on behalf of our ancestors our people and our right to our homelands.
I was driven home last night by a driver who had the Georgian flag mounted on his dashboard. I am so sick of diversity that I keep to myself and never talk to anyone and make them feel welcome, even though I am clearly a tiny minority in my now conquered local territory.
I did ask him what the flag was. It is a cool flag. It is very similar to an English flag with the red crosses. I wish I had spoken with him and established some form of brotherhood. After I asked him about his flag he asked me what I am. I said, "I am American." He asked me again and I repeated my answer. He didn't know what to make of it. Where I live, that isn't surprising. There aren't many Americans around and it is completely conquered by the cosmopolitans and their armies of foreign hordes.
God bless Georgia and may the Georgians who live here driving taxi, be blessed to return home and raise their families in their homeland, amongst the architecture, statuary, artwork and landscapes of and from their biospirit. May we unite with them and be bolstered by their traditionalist virility as we reject and fight the same evil on behalf of our ancestors our people and our right to our homelands.