London then:






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Damn, British people love waiting in lines…..



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Notice how crowded it was. Surprisingly, people were able to wait in line without a riot or a fight ensuing.
and now?


Eastern European Squatters

Chavs and Chavettes






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How terribly sad.
05 Tuesday Feb 2013
Posted in Cities
London then:






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Damn, British people love waiting in lines…..



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Notice how crowded it was. Surprisingly, people were able to wait in line without a riot or a fight ensuing.
and now?


Eastern European Squatters

Chavs and Chavettes






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How terribly sad.
Well London has always had a very seedy side. I mean, Ben Franklin’s accounts of the place include a big criminal riot.
The shocking thing about London is how there aren’t any English people there anymore.
Man that is so depressing; I guess it probably explains why so many Brits come to New Zealand, as one person put it, it is like the United Kingdom 50 years ago. I have to admit when I walk down Wellington’s main street I can’t help but observe it is a slightly updated version of those London pictures rather than the cess pit of depravity that exists today.
Those belle epoque Victorian/Edwardian era London pics are fantastic. The streets look so clean in them. For a second I thought the baby girl walking to the ball had a cig in her mouth.
Spent nearly a year in England 10 years ago. Looking at these pics, it feels like they’ve had a generations worth of change in 10. Looking at their emigration stats (New Zealand a big destination), I shouldnt be surprised.
Capitalist cesspools run by an elite who treat their lower classes like garbage and allow aliens to control their foreign policy will always go the same direction. The old photos just show the outward body, but the sickness was there, Flavia, waiting to come out.
The English made London.
No sympathy.
Oh god that picture of the girl with her underwear around her ankles *barfs*
There was a recent photo-essay about it. The pictures were astounding….the girls in London certainly earned their reputation.
Not London, Cardiff.
what the fuck is up with that last pic
Group ordered him to take off his clothes and hand them over on videotape, happened a few years ago. Sad indeed Flavia.
These photos are representative of what happens when white, Western nations allows themselves to be poisoned by social-Marxism and permit an endless stream of third-world immigrants to settle in their land. Observe how liberalism, when followed to its end, always debases a society, turns our women into sluts and spreads anarchy among the masses. Notice also the older London photos showing how people dressed and carried themselves – what an amazing contrast! It’s obvious just by the photos alone that this was an era marked by greater civility and morality.
I visited a place last summer that looked like London geographically and architecturally but it may have just been Disneyland. There was a conspicuous absence of pasty white people for it to have actually been London.
I liked that photo of the sunbathers
Oscars: Then and Now.
Lew mentioned Ben Franklin’s account. Here is an excerpt from the Diary of a Surgeon in the Year 1751-1752 (by John Knyveton):
“This day George Blumenfield and I to see a hanging at Tyburn of a woman who stole three loaves. Was ready enough for some diversion for have kept close to my business these last days and the stench of the infirmary though one grows accustomed to it is tiresome for long times. Doctor Urquehart himself though pompous has a real mind to the Instruction of his pupils and had kindly taken seats in a nearby house for self, Grge. Blumenfield, St. Clair, Mr. Pope and three other of his young gentleman. On taking our seats found a crowd already gathered such occasions being quite a holiday for the poor people who live in Oxford Street, and also for those in the villages of Paddington and the hamlets along the road leading to Edgeware. A number of the gentry present, standing on the roofs of their coaches both the gentleman and the ladies very fine, the bucks dressing as for a route and the ladies all powdered and patched, monstrous pretty with their scarves and great hats and flowered pannier skirts.
The gallows a big one to take four at once but this day only the woman to be hanged, and with her a boy who is to be half-hanged and then cut down and whipped through the town as a warning to him against begging. George Blumenfield very merry and quizzing the ladies on the coaches and Mr. Pope kindly sends out to a drawer for cans of liquor for us all, which puts us quite happy to watch the Turning Off. The woman arrives after we had waited some twenty minutes a young wench not ill-favoured, driven in a cart tied on to a board so that she might not leap over the side; the hangman greeting her with much cheer and she answering him in kind, so that the crowd and the gentry were Highly Diverted, one buck near me with a vast wig I thought would swoon with mirth, and so she to the Tree and the hangman makes her mount upon a bucket, she being a Vagabond and of no importance, and then fastens the rope about her neck and she blowing him a kiss his assistant pulls away the bucket and she fell with a force that must instantly have deprived her of Her Vital Faculties. Was intrigued to see how the body did jerk so that I thought the rope would break. Then the boy aforesaid, who had been brought there very early so that the execution might prove of instruction to him, was taken up, he squalling in a fashion that made the gentry cry Shame upon His Cowardice, and proving near frantic the hangman did not trouble to tie him to the tree but threw him to the ground and encouraged by shouts from the crowd did kneel upon his chest and strangle him with a cord, removing same before the boy was dead. Then the rogue was pulled to his feet and a bucket of water splashed over him, and so he was taken to the cart in which the woman came and tied to its tail two gentleman nigh our window shouting themselves hoarse with admiration; and the hangman’s assistant takes up his whip and the cart moves on the assistant wielding the rope right shrewdly. The woman was cut down and delivered to her farther who had been waiting for her corse with a barrow, and so the crowd disperses and the gentry drive off one lady laying her whip about the ears of the father with his barrow for not being out of the road of her coach. And so to dine with my friends and a very pleasant hour of music and talk afterwards on divers topics. Did learn that the woman hanged was the mother of the boy aforesaid which I trust will be a lesson to him of the Penalties of An Evil Life.”
Unreal on the last picture. Un-fucking-real. That really struck a nerve for me.
He gave away his manhood to that nigg when he handed him his clothes. Disgusting excuse for a white man. Disgusting. Hand the monkey England while you’re at it, bud.
Oh, and maybe the girl with her panties around her ankles will lend him a pair of underwear once he gives his away.
awww Zionism,multicultarilsm
a fine tool of the Zionists for many years