Eighty years ago, the toughest sons of bitches Europe ever birthed stood in the smoking ruins of a continent and accepted the Nazi surrender. Bloodied, battered, and unbroken, they clawed peace back from the jaws of hell. Those heroes—men and women who faced down tanks, bombs, and the black heart of fascism—weren’t fighting for your shitty memes or your flag-wanking fever dreams. They fought for a world that could breathe free. And if they could see us now? They’d vomit on our shoes.
Look at this festering mess we call society. We’ve got the left, drunk on their open-border gospel, flinging the gates wide like it’s a goddamn free-for-all buffet. No checks, no questions, just a spineless welcome mat for anyone with a pulse. We’ve lurched so far left it’s like we’re stumbling blindfolded into a ditch, pretending it’s progress. Those war heroes would look at this and see their sacrifice—their dead friends, their shattered lives—pissed away on a utopia that’s more pipe dream than plan.
But don’t think the right’s off the hook. Oh no, you flag-shagging, hate-spewing pricks are just as bad. You’ve got your AfDs, your Reforms, your Farages and Le Pens, strutting around like cut-rate Himmlers, vomiting xenophobic bile and calling it patriotism. You’re not fooling anyone. Your “BOATS!” and “IMMIGRANTS!” shrieks are just the same old Nazi playbook with a fresh coat of paint. You’re tearing our countries apart, sowing division with every snarl, and those war-torn fighters? They’d see you for what you are: the same fascist filth they spilled their blood to bury.
Here’s the kicker—those heroes wouldn’t pick a side in this circus. They’d hate you all. The left’s borderless fever would make them gag, but so would the right’s venomous bigotry. They didn’t fight for your flag-waving tribalism or your “everyone’s welcome” naivety. They fought for something bigger—a world where people could live without fear, not one where we’re all at each other’s throats over who belongs and who doesn’t.
We’re not honouring their sacrifice. We’re shitting on it. Every time you clutch your flag like it’s a lover or scream about “grooming gangs” to justify your racism, you’re spitting in the faces of those who died. Every time you demand open borders without a thought for security or culture, you’re slapping the memory of those who fought for a stable home. We’re not just failing them—we’re betraying them.
So here’s the deal, you miserable bastards: stop waving your rags and stop rolling out the red carpet for every soul on Earth. Remember the grit of those who fought, who died, who won. They weren’t your cartoon heroes or your ideological pawns. They were real, and they were better than us. Pull your head out of your arse and start acting like you deserve the peace they gave you. Because right now? You don’t.
Spider Thompson, signing off, because I need a drink and a shower after wading through this human garbage fire.
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