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Cold is the wind in Europe
It is a stormy evening brown leaves flying in the storm, they a
re dank and slimy, torn from the tree with no home to call
their own. I`m thinking of Macron, the president of France
He is extolling globalisation, I`m a nationalist I come from
a country that has naturally evolved has its own culture and
an unspoken agreement on how people should perform.
We don`t want a global nation with one culture one language,
one thought as dictated by a newspaper owned by the globalists.
It has been tried before under the dictatorship of Stalin.
Macron is, in the words of Oscar Wilde:” Deep down he is
a shallow thinker.”
Migrants are welcomed in my country if the can blend be as us
and not a confused mob demanding changes in the way
we have accepted the system as it is.
Mass migration is a manufactured phenomenon it could
be avoided by investing in the countries they hail from and
is political to sow discord in Europe.
We see how the USA a beacon democracy, has been turned
into a semi- tyranny helped by the opaque forces of Zionism
they want globalisation to serve their end that is to enslave
and bend us to their will.
The working class in Britain get it and the ditto Germans
to see the way their countries are going and protests
because of the know if this is not stopped a new war will
begin a war that can only benefit the Zionists.
Written By: D. Collins 1/21/26
All that Gangsta talk was hot air in the wind.
He is wearing the kneepads at the very end.
The "framework" has a tenure that is "infinite"..
I guess Greenland wasn't having Trump owning it.
He seems to have had a taste of humble pie.
Macron winking at him with that infected eye.
Served up on the "menu" like filet mignon.
No one is in fear of our bombs and guns.
I love the way Canada's PM bit back.
No sacrificial lamb laid out on a rack.
After a year, I'd thought I never see this.
Where Richey Rich finally got dissed.
Hey everybody, Putin’s holding a party,
And we’re all invited to come,
The Queen and Macron, Donny the Trump,
And especially Kimmy Jong-Un,
There’ll be mushrooms in lights, a whole heap of smoke,
Backed by a beautiful roar,
And, by the end of the night, no one will be left,
Not even to fight in a war.
Because Vladimir Putin, who ran the election,
Has laughed at the U.S. obsession,
Of killing itself, with no leadership,
While he created an unstoppable weapon,
I hope you can make it, this party by Putin,
This party with a momentous goodbye,
I hope you can come and watch it with us,
This beautiful cloud in the sky.
Notre Dame: En Fue
After eight hundred and fifty years, a cathedral....mostly ashes.
Napoleon's Crown, gone.
Worse even, Christ's crown of thrones was there!
People wept in the streets, "Ave Maria." they wept and sang.
A masterpiece died.
However, it is more museum than Church of faith, Europeans know.
France lost its soul long ago and bowed instead to Muslim bravado.
Macron cannot rebuild a deep faith in God.
We all know, in many countries, God was shown the door long ago.
God lives in your soul, not a building!
That's up to us, to rekindle the love of Him in other souls.
And to elect only those who truly are God's kin.
If not, America, like Notre Dame,is sadly,done in.
Panagiota Romios
4/16/2019
Cold is the wind in Europe.
It is a stormy evening, brown leaves flying in the storm
dank and dry, torn from the mother tree with hatred
I`m thinking of Macron, the president of France,
extolling globalization. I`m a nationalist, from
a country that has naturally evolved, has its own culture,
and an unspoken agreement on how people should perform.
We don`t want a global nation with one culture, one language, one thought as dictated by newspapers owned
by the globalists.
It has been tried before under the dictatorship of Stalin.
Macron is, in the words of Oscar Wilde,” Deep down he is
a shallow thinker.”
Migrants are welcomed in my country if they are willing
to accept our culture and not demand changes
But have accepted the system as it is.
Mass migration is a manufactured phenomenon; it could
be avoided by investing in the countries they hail from and
It is political to sow discord in Europe.
We see how the USA, a beacon of democracy, has been turned
into a semi-tyranny helped by the opaque forces of Zionism
They want globalization to serve their end, that is, to enslave
and bend us to their will.
The working class in Britain gets it, and the ditto Germans
to see the way their countries are going, and the protests
because of this, know a new war will come, a war that can
benefit the Zionists.
Brigitte my love
Our Country suffers of many debts
The people are restless
Whatever shall we do love?
Ah Macron, we must think past the cookies
The solutions are complex, answers evasive
Let me speak with Marie Antoinette, she shall know!
Queen of Navarre, By god we shall be saved!
Marie, Marie Antoinette our people are restless
Our republic is in debt. these are crazy times!
Whatever shall we do?
I am fed up, allons-y
Ah fear not, if they have not bread!
Let them eat Nutella!
Lower the prices
Nutella for the masses!!!
Marie, are you sure? very very sure of such things?
Oui oui, on with it, my father was emperor of Rome
Nutella will calm the masses
Come here Nemo. taste, see even Nemo is tres happy now!
And so France lowered the prices of Nutella
Thus began the nouveau French Revolution
Riots in the streets, brawling in the magasins
The uprising has began, we want our Nutella for free
The masses rose
Nutella for all, Nutella for sans prix
We are all somewhat fou for Nutella you see!
And so the masses fought each other for Nutella's liberty
Nutella one and Nut Ella all!
I swear to your Brigette
We should have given them Macarons!!!
People remain civilized with cafe and cookies! n'est pas?
Emmanuel my love, fret not
The revolution shall be quelled
Qh I have the perfect person for this
He shall restore order to our dear republic
Prey tell Brigette? Who could do such a thing now
Riots everywhere, the masses fight each other daily?
The streets are not safe
There is a shortages of Nutella now, we are doomed cheri
Non non mon amour, I shall call Alizee
She shall sing us out of the terrible mess
She is the mistress of Doug McMillion
This man can save us all!!
Brigitte, who is this man you call Doug?
Why Emmanuel he is the president of Walmart
He has squashed many Black Fridays rebellions
He shall save us all!!!!!!
From these unruly unsavory Nutella shoppers!!!!!
Vive la France!
Vive Alizee
Mange ton macaroon mon cheri
C'est ton droit et ta liberté
Translations
Allons-y = Lets go, pronounced similar to Alizee
Magasins = Stores
N'est pas is written on sound should be "N'est ce pas"
Mange ton macaroon mon cheri = Eat your macaroon cookies my love"
C'est ton droit et ta liberte = Is your right and your liberty
who had a normal name
Now that October glides into November, we sleep later
till nine, and we do not use the living room heater, sit in the kitchen, watch TV after breakfast.
A light morning meal to break the fast, since we will eat lunch at one o'clock, or there about.
I have taken many nature photos of plants, flowers and
dead white trees no birds would sit on
I have seen birds nesting and their babies learning to fly
most were lucky, but some landed in a puddle and drowned, and the brave ones flying on untrained wings too far where the raven waited
Olive trees, if they survive the onslaught from ugly people called settlers, mostly rude fanatics who spit your way, say things like: “We killed Jesus,and laugh
A man who happened to be called Jesus, no, not him,woke up under an olive tree where Maria had sought shade, disturbances in the other field where the thuggish
were trying to burn down an olive tree so old it had got a byline in the bible.
Jesus and Maria liked to go to France where he could train and be a chef, but his father was old, too aged to run his carpentry shop with uncouth vulgarians around
the business faltered.
Jesus and his betrothed decided to take the old man, with them on the road to Damascus and met a Christian willing to take them to the port of Latakia and find a ship to take them to France
It turned out that Jesus was a talented chef who after training under the Famous Epicure, branched out and
became a famous restaurateur
Several hundred years later, a man called Macron was born, but since he has nothing to do with this story
we can leave him alone to preside in Paris
Hurt Europe
Starmer and Macron dislike leaving the scene of a crime, not yet concluded, they will meet for lunch to discuss how they can prolong the Ukraine war and help Zelinsky win over Putin’s Russia, they have been sidelined by Trump who wants peace and gets his praise, a Nobel Medal
Trump, the man doesn't want them meddling it is his alone, needs not a humiliated Europe to snag get their foot in with left-winged nonsense Rutte, the new NATO boss has read the ruins he talks about China to please the USA and thinks of sending troops to defend Indonesia.
After lunch, Starmer had lamb chops, Macron had oysters they walked to the Louvre and spoke about European culture, forgetting Europe is not a state but a landmass of many countries that might not share their knowledge of Rodin, later they went to Cabaret in Montmartre
Mr. Macron now recognizes ‘Palestine’
a country that never was, that never had borders
He somehow thinks that things will be ‘fine’
with Hamas in charge of ‘law and order’
Mr. Macron now recognizes ‘Palestine’
whose people claim the land ‘from the river to the sea’
He somehow thinks that things will be fine
that such people will coexist with Israel peacefully
Mr. Macron now recognizes ‘Palestine’
though its Arabs came there to reap Jewish-Israel’s goldmine…*
Mr. Macron, it is the Jews who are indigenous to the land
No ‘recognition’ of yours can divvy up their sand
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*"Far from being an indigenous people, supplanted by Jewish
migrants, a close look at Palestinian origins and censuses
suggests most Arabs emigrated to Palestine alongside or
even after the Jewish immigration. ~ NSJ, National Secu-
rity Journal, 'Pandora's Box Opened,' July 25, 2025, MSN.
Europe's cold heart
Evening storm, brown leaves, torn torn lose from
the mother tree blows heather and dither, if lucky, lands huddled in a backyard corner
I think of Macron, yes him, the president of France
is extolling globalization, I gather his idea, is a place
where French society, is a norm followed by lesser nation
No, thank you, the world too manifolded for that
Champs Elycee is not the navel of the natural event
if anything it, is a construct made by old power and money
I'm a nationalist hails from a country evolved naturally
yet no shy absorbing what is useful for other,
there is an unspoken agreement on how people should
behave, which can be strange to others, but fits the national physics.
From our view Macron, in the words of Oscar Wilde
“deep down he is a shallow thinker”
We don't want globality, one culture, one language
on thought, directives from EU. Economic punishment
for those straying rules set by faceless officials
Migrants are welcomed if they can blend in and not
becoming a destructive mob
as we see happens in Sweden, by those who want to change the country to what it is not.
Mass migration is a manufactured phenomenon
it can be avoided by investing in the afflicted countries
but there is a sense economic interest dictate
a large amount of low paid workers
We see how the USA, the beacon of democracy is at heart a tyranny, helped by the opaque Zionism, which want globalization to disfranchise people make them malleable to their agenda
the working class Britain sees this, as do the Germans
alas, the Germans have the burden put on them
by endlessly forced to feel guilty for atrocities that
happened before their lifetime
they know Israel is a malevolent state seeking world
achieved by the death of others