BRITAIN YES! Caribbean Negress is Crowned Miss Universe Great Britain

Michael Byron
Daily Stormer
July 18, 2018

In 2017, something shocking happened: Stephanie Hill, pictured above, was crowned Miss England.

She was English.

Jews were outraged. The judges had reliably informed them that the competition was rigged to favor a genderfluid hunchback from Botswana.

How did this Aryan snake-in-the-grass slip through the cracks and win?

Never mind. Miss Universe Great Britain, a more prestigious beauty competition, was on the horizon. This would be an even better opportunity to show Britons that diversity is the glue that holds their nation together!

The Independent:

Miss Universe Great Britain has crowned its first black winner since the pageant began in 1952.

Dee-Ann Rogers made history when she received the accolade on Saturday; she will go on to represent the UK at the International Miss Universe competition, once-owned by Donald Trump, which will take place in December in the Philippines.

She is so much prettier than those homely white shiksas, goyim!

And that head shape… wow. Human af.

The 25-year-old hails from Anguilla, a British territory in the Caribbean, and competed against 40 women from England, Scotland, Wales, Northern Ireland and British overseas territories to win the prestigious title.

“The adrenaline from winning hasn’t died down yet,” Rogers tells The Independent.

On being the first black woman to win the pageant, she added that it “hasn’t properly hit” her yet and she suspects it won’t until she returns home to Anguilla.

I looked up “British overseas territories” on Wikipedia (because cynical old me had the sneaking suspicion that they weren’t part of the UK), and lo and behold:

So why is this ayy lmao from the Caribbean allowed to represent Britain in a beauty competition? It’s not like the motherland is lacking coloreds to satisfy Shlomo’s diversity requirements.

Of course, we know why: to kick British people in the teeth yet again. To remind them that they’re no longer in control of their own borders, and that they’ve gone from colonizer to colonized without a single teaspoon raised in protest.

While beauty pageants are frequently criticised for their lack of diversity, Rogers believes her win reflects a long-awaited change in the industry.

“I absolutely believe that diversity is increasing in pageantry and there are many examples around the world,” she says.

Beauty standards are changing and it is an exciting time for all women of all backgrounds.”

Sorry darkie, but physical beauty is not a subjective notion. Studies show that light skin, facial symmetry and refined features – white features – are reliable indicators of beauty among all races, and were regarded as such long before colonialism or the advent of the “Western” media.

There’s this thing called the “Golden Ratio,” and non-white faces don’t have it.

Hence, any beauty competition that places non-white contestants ahead of white contestants is going to be dishonest and politically motivated.

Which is the case with almost all beauty competitions these days.

That said, one guy did not favor non-whites in his beauty contests.

He got a lot of criticism for that.

He gets a lot of criticism for not favoring non-whites in his country, either.

God bless that man.

Negro Fatigue Maxing Out as Rando Harvard Employee Smote for Confronting Noisy Coalburner and Niglet

Andrew Anglin
Daily Stormer
July 18, 2018

The shitlib has begun to hate.

The evil that they promote to the lowest classes first, then the middle classes, is finally boiling over and entering their world.

And they are not enjoying this situation.

Mass Live:

The director of a Harvard University-affiliated research center has apologized after a video of her speaking with one of her neighbors has gone viral.

Alyson Laliberte was playing with her child Saturday afternoon when another resident of her apartment complex came outside to complain about the noise.

“I’m outside enjoying the afternoon with my daughter when this women came downstairs and asked me if I would move so her kids can nap,” Laliberte wrote in a now viral Facebook post, of the encounter. “Mind you it’s mid-day and we weren’t even being loud at all drawing with chalk.”

In the video, Theresa Lund is seen sitting next to Laliberte. During the exchange, she asks Laliberte several times if she lives in “one of the affordable units or one of the Harvard units?”

Laliberte replied for the woman to “mind her business,” to which Lund said, “I live here. This is my business. This is my home.”

Not anymore, lady.

Your home belongs to niggers and monkeys from anywhere.


You probably should have thought of this earlier.

I guess you thought there would always be a safe white place for you as you flooded the plebs with the genetic waste of the world, Huh?

You poor dear.

It was totally discriminating and racist of her… or maybe it was because my daughter is biracial, who knows,” Laliberte said, of the question. “If she really did not want to be disturbed she would own a one-family house instead of deciding on moving in to a condominium with a bunch of neighbors. I’ve lived in this complex for 15 years.”

As the video gained traction online, Lund was identified by commenters as the executive director of the Harvard Humanitarian Initiative. The initiative’s mission “is to conduct research and education on the practice of relieving human suffering in war and disaster by advancing the science and practice of humanitarian response worldwide.”


And I’m sure the biggest part of that work involved bringing in “refugees” to America.

I don’t think the woman is Jewish.

She doesn’t look it, and Lund is a very Scandinavian surname.

She’s just a stupidass shitlib female who wanted to be a “good person” by doing what she was told “good people” do.

Now she’s going to lose her job, and for the rest of her life when her name is Googled it will come up that she is the viral evil racist who politely asked a coalburner to control her niglet spawn.

Mixed emotions here.

It’s like with Permit Patty, the shitlib lady calling the cops on the niglet selling water.

On one level, I like seeing these people get their just desserts.

Because they do deserve this.

On another level, I see this woman and am pitying her, thinking to myself:

Just come home, my dear.

The door is always open, and the light’s on in the hall.

All will be forgiven.

Because we are a people. 

Rando Smiting Shall Continue

Smite the Rando is now a daily event.

This is clearly an organized campaign by the Jewish media, that they are coordinating in their secret email groups.

They are finding random targets – white people (and sometimes Jews) who have the kind of confrontation with a black person that we all have had several times a year for our entire lives – and publicly crucifying them.

Basically, they are putting all white people on notice: you cannot confront nigger behavior, ever. You just have to let them do whatever they want, all the time. Just sit there and deal with it.

I know where this is going though.

There was a backlash from Obama’s Black Lives Matter attacks on white cops – the police pulled out of black neighborhoods and murder rates in black-dominated cities skyrocketed to 1990s levels.

It has been dubbed “The Ferguson Effect.”

USA Today recently had a pretty good article about this effect in Baltimore following the death of Freddie Gray, where multiple officers were charged with murder and manslaughter for allegedly driving a van wrong while transporting a black heroin dealer to jail.

It was later shown that he was purposefully slamming his head against the wall of the van, and that (presumably in combination with the drugs he was on) caused him to fracture his vertebrae, go into a coma and eventually die. All charges were eventually dropped against the officers, but all of their lives were already ruined.

They had the best info-gif.

Just so, I am predicting that the “Smite the Rando” campaign is going to lead to “The Rando Crucifixion Effect” where white shitlibs do pull back from confrontations of any kind with colored people, but at the same time, begin to hate them and align with other white people in a bloc against colored people.

Wealthy shitlibs are now directly under attack. And I think it is going to take them a minute to realize it, but they will realize it. At least, most of them will. At least subconsciously. And they are going to stop supporting these anti-white agendas.

We’ve still got more than two years until the 2020 election, and I am predicting that it will be the biggest electoral victory in all of American history.

This rando smiting can’t stop now. It’s got too much steam. And they have already fully implemented a reward mechanism for colored people who engage in these confrontations and film them. So the level of confrontation is going to actually start to increase, with blacks (and others, but mostly blacks) actively bullying white people while filming and trying to provoke a response so they can get their reward.

Whites are not stupid, and they are going to stop engaging. They will start just letting these people do whatever they want, even as the confrontational behavior continues to rise.

But they will begin to hate.

Even if they don’t have it in them to pull the lever for Trump in 2020, but most just won’t go vote.

And by 2024, it will be hard to find a single white person willing to vote for a Democrat.

And in 2024, we’re going to be introducing a candidate a whole lot more hardcore than Donald Trump – assuming he isn’t up to going for a third term.

BAD OMEN: Glow in the Dark CIANiggers Flip Lights Off in White House

Roy Batty
Daily Stormer
July 18, 2018

Obviously, we all are rooting for Trump here. It seems that Trump really has his back to the wall against the Deep State.


As US President Donald Trump read a statement expressing his “full faith and support” to the US intelligence agencies, which he was accused of demeaning at the Helsinki summit, the White House went dark for a moment.

“I have full faith and support… for America’s intelligence agencies,” Trump said on Tuesday afternoon, reading off a document prepared for him. At that point, the lights went out in the room.

“Oops, they just turned off the light. That must be the intelligence agencies,” Trump joked, to chuckles from the Republican lawmakers he was meeting with.


That’s some dark humor.

I can just imagine that Trump’s Judas is somewhere in the chuckling crowd of bug yesman.

Or it’s just Ivanka and Jared – his big glaring weak spot.

She shed silicon tears, perfectly rehearsed and just the right amount, making her beautiful eyes shine brighter through the watery sheen, but not enough to get them red and bloodshot, and God forbid, not enough to make her expensive little nose turn red or start dripping like a leaky faucet.

She had seen the scene play out in her head many times already, and she kept her poise at the perfect level, neither too cold and neither too soppy. Just right. Just like she practiced. The cameras and the aids all seemed convinced.

Of course, it was Jared and his friends who had come up with the plan. She let him focus on the details. What mattered to her was the delivery. 

She wanted her father to know how much he had hurt her. None of her friends would talk to her because of him. The whirling clubs full of people that would dote on her every move suddenly shut their doors on her. Her girlfriends stopped liking her Instagram selfies. “I wanted them to clap for me, daddy” she whispered so no one could hear.

But he was too sick to hear her now.

And really, Jared’s friends were right. Her father was selfish. Did he not think what this would mean for her and for her life when he started saying all those mean things on Twitter? He must not have really loved her. That was the only explanation. Jared loved her though. He wanted everyone to like her again. And he said that it would protect the children. They probably wouldn’t be let into Penn or Princeton – his good friends told him so.

And then they told her that it was the only way. In fact, it was the best way. “You’ll be happy again, and you know how well the medicine works, you take these pills every day yourself,” Jared had started explaining it all to her. Everything was so confusing and difficult before Jared explained it. “Think of the children, and think of what people are saying about them when you’re not looking. They say all these awful things.” 

Ivanka’s heart skipped a beat. They probably were saying bad things about her. The thought drove her mad. She reached with shaking hands for her purse where the pills were. She fumbled with the clasp. “Here, let me help you,” Jared softly said. She felt a wave or gratitude to Jared and calmed down as she swallowed the little white flat sphere with a shudder. He watched her with careful eyes and gave that thin smile of his she had seen him practicing in the mirror for the cameras back when they had first started dating. She felt a slight chill go down her spine, but the wave of relief that began washing over her from the pill didn’t let her dwell on it.

“There you go…see? All better.” He softly cooed at her as she zoned out and flipped on the Netflix.

That was a month ago.

And then Jared had started planning. She had hesitated at first, but he was so…convincing.

“It will be better this way,” he whispered to her as she took the pills he had gotten. “They will calm him down a little, get him to sleep more, make him more reasonable and calm…you want that don’t you? You want to help him, right?”

She had started putting the little pills into his McSlurpee – which she knew he had every Thursday in bed with his Big Mac and French Fries while watching the Gorilla Combat Channel.

He trusted her of course – she was the only one that could bring him food without it getting checked by the ever-watchful guards. In fact, she had thrown a tantrum when they tried to make her follow the rules. But her father stepped in and convinced them to make an exception for her.

“But sir…” the agent whispered through terse lips, struggling hard to state the obvious.

“I don’t want to hear any more about it.” He said firmly and put a firm hand around his daughter’s shoulders. “She’s an exception.”

And then he started to calm down, just like Jared said he would. He became almost…slow. All of a sudden, he wasn’t Tweeting at journalists in the early AM and he even stopped his nightly ritual of reading the autographed copy of Mein Kampf that he kept by the bedside. The book was earmarked and full of notes, highlights and minor edits. Often times, she had seen her father shake his head and mutter under his breath, “those fucking kikes,” before putting the book away and turning over on his side to sleep. She shuddered now as she leaned over to kiss him on the forehead. The powerful gaze of the evil, evil man on the cover bored into her, as if his spirit was reaching through the cover of the book and silently judging her.

She reached over and with shaking hands turned the book around, and put it back down on its face. Hands still shaking, she reached for her own pills. Hers were different-looking than the ones she had been slipping her father, it was true. But she was sure that it was the same pills, just maybe a different dosage. Jared said that the doctors knew what they were doing. She trusted Jared.

The shuffling behind her meant that the doctors and cabinet members were leaving the room now.

Looking carefully over her shoulder, she could see someone still standing by the door. It was ((((((((((((((((((Stephen Miller)))))))))))))))))).

He lingered there by the door moment, staring at her with his deep-set dead eyes. She felt her heart quicken and sweat beads begin to appear. She suddenly felt very afraid. Would he see through her? Did he somehow know?

His sharp, receding hairline showed off an impressive dome. It was Lenin-like and betrayed a powerful mind almost ready to burst out of its bony cage.

Jared hated him and he told her to be careful around him. She had tried to convince Daddy that he was a bad man, but it was only after he started getting his medicine that he started to finally listen.

“Get rid of him, Daddy…he’s too clever. He looks at me strangely. Jared says he’s a bad man…”

His cold eyes shifted to the barely moving covers, softly rising and falling, under which his boss and president lay, and then coldly flicked back to her.

She couldn’t bear it anymore.

Her fingers fumbled with the clasp on her purse, as she tried to distract herself and get inside. “Don’t look at him!” her mind screamed.  A long bead of sweat slid down the waterslide of her inner forearm to her fingertip. Panicking now, she realized that it was pouring down.

A soft but distinct thump.

He took a step closer to her now, and she froze. Eyes fixed on the purse, but ears trained to hear the next step on the soft carpet coming her way. She trembled. “Why, why?” Her mind screamed. “But I practiced!” She whined to herself. “Why does he know?!”

But the door suddenly squealed open and a familiar face strode into the room. He flashed Stephen one of those thin smiles of his – they never reached his eyes, because his tiny eyes always stayed the same. His smile did its best, but it couldn’t cover up the little, rat-like beady orbs in his head that seemed to sparkle with fear and cruelty at the same time.

“Stephen, good to see you. We’re touched that you came, we just weren’t sure…just with the recent demotion and all.”

He held his hand hanging in the no man’s land between them, soft and limp, clammy and moist, but in appearance perfect, of course.

Stephen fixed his cold, penetrating gaze on Jared now and held it there. He turned his body around, shoulders first and took a step closer to Jared, still staring him straight in the eyes.

Jared’s smile stayed fixed and his hand didn’t shake like Ivanka’s. But his little dark eyes started darting around in their sockets. He couldn’t look Stephen straight in the eye.

Stephen’s gaze fell down onto Jared’s proffered hand and began to reach out, but stopped himself halfway…the skin on Jared’s wrist was moving…writhing almost.

“Wha-” Stephen began to say.

But the bed suddenly creaked and a hand shot out. From underneath the covers, it arced over the bed and slammed down on Ivanka’s purse-clasp. Ivanka let out a little shriek.

Her father’s gnarled old paw of a hand curled around the purse, and with a sudden burst of strength, he hurled the little bag across the room. “Don’t,” he hoarsely whispered, looking straight at her with lucid eyes. “Don’t,” he said again as his strength began to fail him. With his still-extended hand he began to reach, or was it…no he began to point. At him, at her husband, at Jared.

His mouth open now, as if struggling to say something, his lips flickering as only a groan came out and then his face clouded over into an unmistakable look of anger and wrath. The hand, now an unmistakable finger, shaking but indisputably pointing straight at Jared.

“Y-y-you…” he managed to choke out.

Ivanka’s hands reflexively slammed into her cheeks with a thick slap as she gasped.

Jared’s eyes were rolling around in his eye sockets now and a distinct hissing sound started coming from behind his white teeth so perfectly gleaming, and non-threatening, so good on the photographs.

With a slight groan, her father’s hand crumpled, and he lost consciousness.

“Daddy!” she called out and threw herself on the bed.

The sudden movement distracted Stephen, who ripped his attention away from Jared back to the bed.

Jared saw his chance, turned on his heels and fled through the still open door. He smashed into a staffer, scattering a bundle of manilla folders clasped in her plump white hands as he began speed-walking, almost tripping over himself.

He couldn’t keep his balance and he frantically tried to cover his right hand. The skin had begun molting early.

“Hold up!” It was Stephen’s voice, coming from behind him. Jared let out a hiss and started running now, still frantically trying to stuff his molting reptile-like right hand deeper into his blazer sleeve and cover the ends up with his free hand. One of his irises had already lost its round human form.

He fled down the West Wing corridor at full speed now, leaving bits of human skin trailing behind him.

Slamming the door of his room behind him, he scrambled through his sack of tools. The hammering at the door told him that he wouldn’t have time to put on his new skin suit before Stephen broke through. He always knew that Stephen was the real obstacle. He wasn’t sure that Stephen even knew who he truly was. But Jared did: he was a Reptilikike that had turned against his own.

With his scaly claw, he reached for the special red chalk made from gentile foreskin blood painstakingly harvested from American hospitals by special Reptilikike agents masquerading as doctors.

He began drawing with the chalk on the wall as the pounding got louder. Suddenly it stopped, just as Jared finished drawing the portal to the Reptilikike dimension – a giant six-pointed star set in a Hipster triangle, with a creepy eye in the middle. The lines of chalk began to glow and the eye began to move. It fixed its gaze on Jared and let out a laser retinal scan that bathed him in red light.

Suddenly the double-doors burst open wide and free off their hinges. A powerful gust of air swept into the room as Stephen strode in, his eyes glowing red with power.

“Stop!” He ordered. But it was too late. Jared was already halfway through the portal, melting into the wall. He let out one last hiss as he sank through the wall, his tail slipping through last before the eye closed and the glowing doorway faded away…

Kikegressman Demands Military Coup to Stop Trump Being Friends with Putin!

Andrew Anglin
Daily Stormer
July 18, 2018




Rep. ((((((Steve Cohen)))))) (D-TN) this week repeatedly defended his tweet that implied that America needed to have a military coup to remove President Donald Trump after his meeting with Russian President Vladimir Putin.

Trump held a summit with Putin on Monday, in which the 45th president declined to directly chastise Putin for allegedly trying to influence the 2016 presidential election, even when asked by an Associated Press (AP) reporter to do so. President Trump blamed the Russia investigation for some of the friction between the two countries.

In response to the summit, Rep. ((((((Cohen)))))) tweeted on Monday, “Where are our military folks? The Commander in Chief is in the hands of our enemy!”

Congressman ((((((Cohen)))))) then proceeded to tweet several times suggesting that he never implied that the military needs to intervene in light of the Trump-Putin summit.

The Tennessee Democrat complained that people on Twitter are jumping to conclusions over his vague tweet on Monday.

Obviously, he was calling for a coup.

Of course he was.

Jews are freaking the hell out.

They are losing composure. 

They literally can’t even.

Similarly to the way that Breitbart literally can’t even say the J-word when THESE ARE THE ONLY PEOPLE SAYING THIS SHIT.

Not even John McCain’s Tumor has called for a military coup!

18 U.S. Code § 2381 – Treason

Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.

(June 25, 1948, ch. 645, 62 Stat. 807; Pub. L. 103–322, title XXXIII, § 330016(2)(J), Sept. 13, 1994, 108 Stat. 2148.)

SCRIPT FLIPPED: Russia Demands Right to Question the Real Election Meddlers!

Andrew Anglin
Daily Stormer
July 18, 2018

Christopher Steele, ((((((William Browder)))))) and Michael McFaul

I’ve been saying this whole time Russia should start indicting American criminals who have meddled in Russian politics.

But it took the SUMMIT PRIME in Helsinki to get that ball rolling.

But get this – he’s now summoning for questioning the REAL people who helped TRAITOR Russians meddle in the US elections! He’s saying they criminally operated to influence the US election for Hillary without Russian consent!

Was this illegal in America also??? Why would it not be???

Now that we are BEST FRIENDS FOREVER, Russia can start doing all kinds of shit to fuck over American traitors who attacked their country and ours.

Never forget that: Russia’s enemies are our enemies.


Russia’s prosecutor general will demand interviews with American congressmen, security services staff, and other high-profile individuals as it seeks to involve the US in its investigation into convicted financier Bill Browder.

Moscow accuses Browder of illegally taking $1.5 billion out of Russia and fabricating evidence that led to the passing of the sanctions-imposing Magnitsky Act. As part of the investigation, the prosecutor general wants to speak to ex-MI6 agent Christopher Steele, author of the notorious Trump dossier, and former ambassador to Moscow Michael McFaul, who campaigned on behalf of Browder.

Other persons of interest on what Russia said was an incomplete list included David Kramer, former Assistant Secretary of State for Democracy, Human Rights, and Labor and president of think tank Freedom House, and the billionaire Ziff brothers, who are described as “Browder’s long-standing partners in crime.”

This was announced by Aleksandr Kurennoy, the head of the mass media department of the prosecutor general’s office in Moscow, who said that Russia was ready to share its findings with US law enforcement agencies “on even terms.”

The announcement follows hot on the heels of a proposal made by Vladimir Putin during his press conference with Donald Trump in Helsinki on Monday, in which he offered to “meet US authorities half-way” and allow the Mueller investigation into Moscow’s election meddling to interview suspects in Russia, “on the condition” that Russian investigators could speak to suspects in the Browder investigation. Russia has previously tried to extradite Browder and gain access to others, but without success, though the businessman was briefly arrested in Spain in May, before being set free.

Realizing that the Russian prosecutors wouldn’t let go off him easily, Browder has tried to cultivate connections with political influencers in in the US, and this can be seen through the Ziff brothers, and their support for the Democratic Party in the last election,” said Kurennoy, explaining the intertwining of business and politics that has led to the current investigation.

Yes, to the tune of $400,000 dollars.

That is REAL Russian meddling – by a group of Russian traitors using a smarmy shill as a proxy!

The wheels are turning now, friends.

The day of reckoning is coming.

Donald Trump has aligned himself with the world’s most powerful man against the world’s most corrupt intelligence (deep state) establishment, and together they will make WHITENESS great again!

FARMLANDS (2018) Official Documentary

You really couldn’t make this stuff up.. “it’s not the intention of the ANC to grab the land illegally, we will do it within the law, and if we can’t do it within the law we will introduce new laws so we can do it ‘legally’ “

Why do the West not introduce Economic Sanctions against South African Government? Where is the NATO? Or do NATO rescue only the murderers of Christians in Middle East as in former Yugoslavia? You know damn well why not, cause these people are whites, white people are being attacked and murdered, murder supported by their government.

Wake the FUCK up white America, cause your next!!

Invasion and Liberation of South Africa NOW!!