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France

 

During the Middle Ages, France was the world center of chivalry and heraldry. French was the language spoken at court throughout Europe, even in Germany. Today, the Cross Pattee is still used in Germany as the Iron Cross, an award for bravery. The French Pour le Merete is in Germany, the legendary Blue Max.

 

What happened to these splendid liberty-loving people that they would elect an EU Globalist president rather than a Libertarian Nationalist? Why do they want to allow racially and culturally inferior people to invade their country, rape their women and children, and defecate in the streets?

 

A few years ago there was a joke:

 

Why did Disneyland Europe fail?

 

Answer:

 

Because every time they set off the fireworks, France would surrender.

 

Has a racial and cultural death instinct found its way into the French gene pool?

 

Is there any way can we help them?

 

Rodman Berghofer knows a way. 

 

April 26, 2022

Berghofer and his unit are on the grounds of the presidential estate and have killed nine security people. Emile Monteaux has the day off. He and the first lady are enjoying soup and sandwiches out of doors at an umbrella table. Her name is Colette. With beautiful wide eyes, she points towards the trees far across the green manicured lawn,

 

“My love, loook.”

 

Eight big woolly white wolves are bounding towards them. In amazement, the president drops the spoon into his soup. As the wolves arrive, they rise upon two legs. Berghofer says,

 

“Monsieur Monteaux, why are you a traitor to a wonderful people such as the French? How do you explain your dishonor?”

 

The president is speechless and begins to urinate in his pants. Berghofer snickers,

 

“Well Monsieur, eloquent as usual, I see. Your meaning is very clear: cowardice.”

 

Berghofer steps aside, as promised, in behalf of one of the younger Wehrwolves, Werner Kahl, who now strides forward, and exclaims in a clear very spirited voice,

 

“Vive la France!”

 

as he rips out the gullet of the astonished president. Colette faints. As the unit leaves, Berghofer and two others grab themselves a sandwich.