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.


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.


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