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Movie Review: 'Braveheart'
by William Anderson
25 January 2004
"I will tell you of William Wallace. Historians from
England will say that I am a liar, but history is
written by those who have hanged heroes."
So begins "Braveheart," the story of 13th-century
Scottish freedom fighter, William Wallace, and an ode
to nationalism and rebellion so uncompromising in its
vision it's amazing the film got made at all in these
semitically-correct times.
William Wallace (Mel Gibson, who also directed) is a
boy in Scotland when the story begins, and he goes to
live with his uncle, Argyle (Brian Cox), after his
father and brother are killed battling the invasion of
the English King Edward "the Longshanks" (Patrick
McGoohan). He travels Europe with Argyle, becoming
fluent in many languages and the military arts, but
his heart never leaves Scotland and his childhood
sweetheart, Murron (Catherine McCormack). When he
grows into a man, he comes back.
Wallace returns to a Scotland occupied by Edward's
troops, while Scotland's nobility, instead of trying
to help the Scottish people, spends its time kissing
the ass of the English king. Does that sound familiar?
These are the kind of "One World," toadying traitors we
find stinking up the orifices of government in this
country, in thrall to their masters in Israel and
Mexico City.
Wallace feels a fierce love for his country, strong
enough to make him turn his back on Paris and Rome and
return to the primitive backwater that was medieval
Scotland. He is a patriot, though, at first, not a
militant patriot. Wallace wants to farm his land and
live in peace, and he shuns the revolutionary politics
favored by his friend, Campbell. It will take a
personal tragedy to unleash the warrior Wallace.
The Trouble with Scotland
Wallace and Murron marry in secret, but when Murron
returns to the village the next day, an English
soldier tries to rape her. Wallace intervenes, and in
the confusion he escapes, but she is captured and
executed by the English. This is the catalyst that
turns Wallace into a single-minded revolutionary
leader with a mission: Get the foreigners out of
Scotland. He rides into the village to get his revenge
in a scene that's pure Eastwood, and the oppressed
Scottish villagers rise up to overcome the English
garrison. Almost without realizing it, Wallace tapped
into years of Scottish resentment and humiliation to
create a nationalist movement. More and more Scots
arrive to follow Wallace and throw off the English
yoke, and the stage is set for an epic showdown with
the English King Edward.
The English are some of the best White racial stock in
existence today, but the ideas the English represent
in this movie are purely NWO-jewish sewer values.
Edward and his court desire the complete eradication
of the Scottish nation, its culture, its symbols and
ultimately the Scots themselves through miscegenation,
just as the jews wish for the destruction of the White
race today. Edward has even outlawed bagpipes, and his
latest scheme is to allow English nobles sexual access
to Scottish brides on their wedding night. "If we
can't drive them out, we'll breed them out," he
gloats. This is the mirror image of the policies the
jews have enacted in the West to destroy the White
race: first by deracinating us, then mixing us into an
Tan Everyman stew with the mud races.
At this time I must point out that the rite of prima
nocta was never enacted by the actual Edward
Longshanks, so why was this obvious jab at the evil of
miscegenation included by Gibson? The English and the
Scots are both Whites. There could be no racial
blending as results when blacks and Whites interbreed.
I don't have the definitive answer to this, but I'll
just say that Mel Gibson is a special kind of
director, and he seems to know a lot more about the
world than he lets on. It's possible he had some other
example of forced mixing in mind.
Are You Ready For a War?
Edward sends an army north to put down the rebellion,
and Wallace and other Scots march to meet them. The
Scottish militia and the English legions confront each
other at Stirling. The English troops are intimidating
with their top-of-the-line armor and shiny weapons,
and the ground trembles as they take up battle
positions. Against these well-equipped warriors it
would seem the Scots stand no chance. But the Scottish
nobles in charge never wanted to fight a battle,
anyway. They mustered their troops as a negotiating
tool. These go-along, get-along scum want only to
acquire more wealth and titles in exchange for
betraying their country.
But in rides William Wallace, and he queers the whole
deal the nobles are haggling with the English. To
Wallace, enemies are not there for negotiation. They
are there to be killed. He tells the English, in no
uncertain terms, to get their asses out of his country
ASAP, "stopping at every Scottish home to beg
forgiveness for 100 years of theft, rape and murder,"
or they will never make it out of Scotland alive.
How many invaders (called "immigrants") do we have in
this country? 10, 20 million? Nobody really knows
because the government long since stopped keeping
track of foreigners on our soil. At least 10 million
uninvited, parasitic brown subhumans, and it's past
time they heard the message of William Wallace. Every
single one of them needs to know that he is going to
be shot, beaten, hacked, chopped, burned and rectally
impaled until he crawls back to that Third World
shithole from whence he came. They need to learn fear
again.
There was a time not long ago when White men were as
feared by our enemies as William Wallace. Niggers knew
that if they so much as whistled at a White woman
they'd have their necks stretched by midnight at the
edge of town. But these days, Tyrone
Johnson-Jackson-Jigaboo can pimp roll by with a blonde
on each arm, and few Whites will even stare. The
niggers and Mexicans have no fear of the White man
anymore. We can change that. We have to paint our
faces blue and wield great Claymores again, if only
metaphorically. Fuck the "inner child" jew shrinks are
always babbling about, we Whites need to find our
inner barbarian.
The English don't take Wallace's advice, and they end
up strewn about the battlefield in moaning, writhing
clumps as Wallace and his men wade into them with pure
Celtic fury. You've never seen so many dismemberments
and beheadings in one place. And when the Scots have
won the day, Wallace is so overcome with emotion he
can only raise his dripping Claymore into the air and
let loose a bellow of victory. He jams the sword into
the ground, enriching the Scottish soil with the blood
of its enemies.
Guardian of Scotland
After the victory the nobles flock to Wallace,
seeking his support for their petty political
squabbles. But Wallace understands the war is far from
won, and he plans to invade England and defeat Edward
on his own ground. The nobles refuse to support the
invasion and believe it impossible. Wallace berates
the nobles, "You think the people of Scotland exist to
provide you with position. I think you have that
position to provide those people with freedom."
Wallace moves against the northern English city of
York, and storms it after a brief siege. After York is
taken he waits there for Edward's inevitable
counterattack, but Edward is more cunning than this.
He uses his fleet to land troops in Wallace's rear,
and Wallace and his men hurry back to Scotland as
quickly as they can.
The Scottish nobles are wringing their hands. Again
they insist the time has come for negotiating with
Edward. Wallace ain't buying it. He bursts into the
meeting hall, demanding they and their men march out
to fight again. The nobles are thunderstruck, and come
up with the usual excuses elites everywhere offer when
things get tough, even impugning Wallace's motives.
Wallace is having none of it, and calls them the
cowards they are. He is determined to fight the
invader and never to surrender. These are the
qualities that make a revolutionary leader great:
Absolute fanaticism and total defiance of the enemy.
While the nobles try to cut deal after deal with the
foreign king, men like Wallace understand that their
can never be coexistence with the murderers of their
nation. This is war to the end, for blood and soil,
and Wallace will either bury the bastards or be buried
himself. And while the upper crust quake in their
kilts, Wallace is already laying plans to attack
again. Men with balls are never placed on the
defensive because they are too busy taking the war to
their enemies.
This One Will Fight Forever
Wallace and the nobles move to confront Edward's
invasion, but at the crucial moment the nobles march
their troops off the field and leave Wallace and his
men in the lurch. They betrayed their country for
English gold. The result is a disastrous defeat for
the Scots and Wallace himself is gravely wounded. But
Wallace recovers, and his first act is to repay the
treachery of the nobles.
The sell-out Scottish nobility are the true villains
of the film. Yeah, Edward is a tyrant and a conqueror,
but he's a king. His actions in regard to Scotland are
what kings do to other countries. But the Scottish
upper crust betray their own country for financial
gain and the approval of a foreign power. For this
they deserve and receive death. Wallace is every bit
as cultured as the nobs with whom he clashes
throughout the film, but, unlike them, he could never
abandon his country to glad hand and hand job a
foreign king.
When Wallace deals with the nobles he's depicted as
an almost supernatural engine of vengeance as he goes
about assassinating the crooked bastards who sold him
out. One amazing scene features his bursting, on
horseback, into the bedchamber of a traitor and
smashing the rat's face with a ball and chain. This
is the fate I want every Rumsfeld, Bush and Prick
Cheney to dread. I like to picture them awakening,
soaked in sweat, haunted by a nightmare of a
blood-drenched Aryan avenger come to get their asses.
A Country of Our Own
Wallace continues to battle the English guerrilla
style, and his deeds begin to grow into legend, but
despite his clashes with Scotland's upper crust he
understands that he needs their support to bring about
any meaningful victory. He appeals continually to the
young Robert Bruce, heir to the throne of Scotland, to
grow a pair and lead the Scottish people to
independence, even after Bruce's treachery leads
nearly to Wallace's death. Bruce is the only man who
can unite Scotland's fractious clans, but he has been
reluctant to act because of the machinations of his
scheming leprous father, who wishes to deliver Wallace
to Longshanks in exchange for more power.
Wallace's revolution comes from the bottom, as all
revolutions must. But those revolutions that succeed
must have the support of at least some of the upper
class. The American Revolution was a success because
powerful men in colonial society backed the rebels.
Wallace tries to get the nobles on his side throughout
the film and tells his friends that without them
nothing lasting can happen. And the sad and sorry
truth is that we probably do need the nobles, that is,
the White upper class, if this thing we call White
Nationalism is going to go anywhere. At the very least
we have to convince them to stop opposing us, shipping
our jobs to China and collaborating with their jew
cronies. If intimidation and violence are needed, so
be it. I, for one, would be thrilled to hear that a
patriot had broken into dothead-loving Bill Gates'
mansion and done a little dance on his face. But
Wallace does not destroy Bruce for his treachery,
recognizing that the young man wants to do good, and
that Bruce is Scotland's only hope for unity.
Wallace is a good judge of character. Bruce becomes
guilt-stricken after the betrayal, and resolves never
to be on the wrong side again. He makes contact with
Wallace, and Wallace is on the way to meet with Bruce
when he is betrayed for the final time and served up
to the English. The traitor is, again, one of the
Scottish nobles.
Taken in chains to London, Wallace is defiant to the
end and, like a good White Nationalist, refuses to
recognize the authority of the enemy's system. When
accused of treason to "his" king, Wallace fires back,
"Never in my life did I swear allegiance to him." For
refusing to grovel, he is sentenced to death by
torture.
Freedom
It's been said that Mel Gibson has something of a
Christ complex, and Wallace's execution bears more
than a little resemblance to the Crucifixion. Wallace
dies for the sins of the Scottish nobility, never
begging for mercy, and his death redeems Robert Bruce,
who goes on to lead his people to victory.
Postscript: I almost forgot to mention "Braveheart" has
an all-White cast. Not one mud, crud, dud or Yid in
the whole bunch.
WILLIAM ANDERSON
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