Britain isn’t just crumbling, it’s being carved up and sold out from under our boots.
They have the nerve to call it a crisis.
I call it treason.
While you’re scraping by, while you’re worrying about your rent, your kids’ future, or how you’ll keep the lights on this winter, they’re signing away billions.
Billions not for you. Not for your family.
Not for your country.
For foreign wars, foreign aid, and illegal mass immigration that rots the spine of a nation that once ruled the waves Yet when it comes to you?
You’re being told there’s a £22 billion black hole and there’s no money left.
No money for the soldiers they send to foreign deserts.
No money for the pensioners who built this nation from the rubble.
No money for the working man who keeps the lights on and the streets clean.
Instead, they hand your home to someone who doesn’t speak your language, doesn’t share your history, and in some cases, doesn’t even like you. Not all, no. But enough.
Enough to make it clear they are building a country that won’t remember you ever existed.
They are literally paying landlords more, 60% above market value to house strangers while British families, hard-working and loyal, are thrown onto the streets.
100,000 households in temporary squalor.
Children dying in rat infested housing.
This isn’t accidental.
This is engineered.
They are dismantling Britain by design.
They are tearing apart the roots, the memory, the bloodline and replacing it with a transient, disconnected mass that won’t defend this soil when the final bell rings.
Because that’s the plan, a Britain too ashamed to fight and too broken to rise But here’s the crack in their glass tower.
They forgot something.
They forgot the fire still buried in the chest of the British people.
They forgot what happens when you push a free people too far.
They forgot the legacy we carry, the battles fought, the blood spilled, the empire that once shook the earth. And they’re about to be reminded.
We are not just fighting for cheaper rent.
We are not just fighting for better wages.
We are fighting for Britain itself, for our birthright, for our families, for our sons and daughters who deserve a country worth dying for.
Imagine it.
A Britain where the government fears its people again.
A Britain where the billions are spent here, on our steel, our farms, our industries, our children.
A Britain where you aren’t a number to be taxed, but a citizen to be respected.
A Britain that builds, roars, and rules again.
That’s not just a dream.
That’s a duty.
They thought we would lie down.
They thought they could buy us off or beat us into submission. They thought wrong.
This is our time.
This is our stand.
This is the beginning of the resurgence.
Britain will remember who she is, because men & women like you will make sure of it.
Isn’t that worth fighting for by SCOTT LEWIS (substack)
The Woodlander
