The United Kingdom is a failed state

tehpope

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The country is fucked. The elites there are promoting Islam over Christianity. They're trying to systematically wipe out the native population while importing millions from overseas.

I expect the country to either fall into a dictatorship or an Islamic caliphate by the end of the 2030s. Maybe even by the end of the 2020s.

Culturally, they've fallen. I'm not an expert, but I think they have similar issues to Canada.

 
Look man nobody is more happy to rag off on bongistan more than the britishers themselves but until you come up with something to shit on us that isn't that wog-lipped pansy I ain't doing it.
 
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Since the only version of the song can be embedded is the japanese AI translation due to how utterly cucked Youtube is, here is "Battle Cry of Freedom". But I like this slop version because unlike all the other it includes the most based line that is almost always cut off for "reasons".

We will welcome to our numbers the loyal, true and brave,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!
And although he may be poor, not a man shall be a slave,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!


I feel like an enterprising bong could very EASILY make a British version of this song. Its so fucking easy considering the Stanza about "The Union Forever!".


(Actual no weeb version, blocked for reasons)

(Only version I've found that can be embedded on the forum)
 
Seems appropriate to post Rule Britannia in the minor key here.



Here are the lyrics for those who may not know them :
When Britain first, at heaven's command,
Arose from out the azure main,
Arose arose from out the azure main,
This was the charter, the charter of the land,
And Guardian Angels sang this strain:

Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves!
Britons never, never, never will be slaves.

Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves!
Britons never, never, never will be slaves.

Still more majestic shalt thou rise,
More dreadful from each foreign stroke,
More dreadful, dreadful from each foreign stroke,
As the loud blast that tears the skies
Serves but to root thy native oak.

Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves!
Britons never, never, never will be slaves.

Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves!
Britons never, never, never will be slaves.

Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame;
All their attempts to bend thee down
All their, all their attempts to bend thee down
Will but arouse, arouse thy generous flame,
But work their woe and thy renown.

Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves!
Britons never, never, never will be slaves.

Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves!
Britons never, never, never will be slaves.

The Muses, with freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coasts repair.
Shall to thy happy, happy coasts repair.
Blest isle! with matchless,
with matchless beauty crowned,
And manly hearts to guard the fair.
Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves!
Britons never, never, never will be slaves.
Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves!
Britons never, never, never will be slaves.
 
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