4 December 2017 Monday evening 23.00

With the checkered Scottish kilt flapping so inappropriately and merrily around calve muscles. The rotting stench of the battlefield comes on the death-march tune of the bagpipe. The West is betrayed and revealed by her own allies, while the left eagerly walks over to enemy. So, listen to the sound of bullets whistling and bombs exploding. Know that through the big swear-word, democracy, the foolish has decided for the wise and therefore life now becomes a burden to almost everyone, yes, it is no happy joke to anyone anymore.

With the checkered Scottish kilt flapping around thighs and calves to marching music. Globally, suddenly all the soldiers of the world only wear camouflage. Yes, with famine and pestilence suddenly appearing out of nowhere, they scratch around extremely discerningly among survival provisions, rations and medication.

With the once proud Khaki shirt now modern-checkered as determined by the “label”, and so a rainbow nation comes marching to Nkosi Sikelel. Look, the white porcelain jar has scattered into a thousand pieces and all that is left is only the benefit reserved for the dark skin alone. Yes, with the white race now completely rejected and trampled.

With the Khaki shirt now checkered so modern, while the once strong men are partying and jesting around sports fields. But, the upright longs for a once proud past, even when clothes sometimes was worn out, it was neatly stitched and patched. So listen to the song of lamentation played on the flute and see the entire Sanctuary oppressed and trampled. Listen to the approaching rattle noise of terrifying arms of war. See the tears in mothers’ eyes over a new generation of young soldiers and know that they are crying over their sons.

With the Scottish kilt checkered, while it flaps around thighs and calves to the tune of the death march, comes the song of the Great War with the sad sound of the bagpipe’s noise. Look, the oil and the wine are bad, the water is brackish, with Cholera that is going to reign destructively in the stomach. The world’s flags hang destroyed, tattered and shabby and there is nobody who will escape the consequences of the Third World War. Yes, with the flags of Germany, England and France drizzled with human blood while the gunshots are also going to sound in Belgium and Netherland.

There is one, no there are two giving witness over half of the kings of the earth who are going to bow humbly before a Jewish Lucifer. Look, Europe and the entire West are going to scatter into pieces and the big cedar, America, chopped into two parts. It is brother against brother, man against woman, child against parent and there is nothing that can stop or check the Right, while everything Liberal will only defraud and commit mutiny.

The Freemason floor, checkered in blocks, between white and black and their war ship is sailing straight towards Africa. The bullets whistle with bombs exploding and the country of Israel claims its spoils of war for a short moment. But, the Jew is foiled because the true Jacob, the true Israel, is residing beyond the rivers of Raca-Cush, yes, there far in the South. So, just look at the Scottish kilt, so inappropriately and merrily checkered. Yes, there where it is flapping around thighs and calves to the tune of the death march. Look, the soldiers are coming, marching to the tune of the old bagpipe, there where the sun’s rays are setting on the last hours of the period.