Cult ML

  Elle King - No One Can Save You

hadn’t actually “listened” to this till yesterday

interesting new broader thought for me, laced again with poisonous garbage

And there will be no grand choirs to sing No chorus will come in No ballad will be written This will be entirely forgotten

...In lamenting this, we confront the tragedy squarely. The young Nowak, whose death cries out for justice, embodied the best of British potential—funny, handsome, determined. His death, police incompetence, and the legal scaffolding enabling his killer’s weapon indict a morally compromised society that has traded civilizational continuity for performative pluralism. Multicultural anarchy devours its children, native and newcomer alike, but disproportionately burdens the former whose ancestors built the peace now fractured.  Without a decisive reclamation of cultural confidence, equal justice, and integration into the Judeo-Christian-derived British way—rather than its dilution—the killings will continue, the grief will compound, and the light of a once-coherent civilization will dim further. The altar of anti-Westernism demands ever more sacrifices. Britain must decide how long it will sacrifice the blood of innocents.