Go and watch this entire video at the Vlad Tepes blog.
It's only about 2 minutes long, and the brighter among you will have the gist in about 10 seconds, but watch the whole live section.
Note also the crowd. Mind, there's a few skinheady types, but only a sprinkling. The vast majority appear to be accountants, bankers, university students, clerks, secretaries, stock boys, and housewives. The essence of good Deutsch volk.
Just like the last time around.
For the younglings, here's a wee bit of historical reference:
If this sort of thing had happened in 1948, or 1968, or even 1998, we'd probably have responded, "Oh dear God, they're going there again?"
Happening now, in 2018, our first thought was "WTF took you so long?? They've been literally raping your womenfolk in the street for years!"
The boxcars in Deutschland didn't start rolling in 1942. That's just when they finally left the station. They started queueing up in 1919, at Versailles.
After being merkeled non-stop by their own leadership for half a decade at least, they're lining up again. Whether they stop at the departure docks, or the showers remains an open question.
And this time, when they roll, well...it couldn't happen to a nicer bunch.
No one's going to intervene on their behalf.
In fact, if anything, the trend will catch on and spread across the continent. Bigly.
And just to be clear, the fellow in the linked speech from this month, stirring up the volk: he isn't going to militarize the Rheinland, annex the Sudetenland, or seize the Polish Corridor. And there's no mutual defense pact covering this. The worst that will happen is some tut-tutting at the UN blabbershop, or in the crumbling EU offices in Brussels. Perhaps even a sharply-worded non-binding resolution. Ho hum.
The people in the video won't give a rattenarsch; they're simply going to roll up their sleeves, and start cleaning house.
The problem with those soirees is that once they start, they take on a life of their own, and there's no telling how far they go before they run out of steam. Or (forgive the pun) gas.
Team Mo has finally begun arousing a sleeping wolfpack. Despite some direct lineage, I don't pretend to have some secret insight into the Germanic mind, but I would suggest, historically, that if you wait until after Kristallnacht to GTFO, you've already let it go until too late.
I put it to you: there's one helluva lot of Young Turks (and Yemenis, Saudis, Iraqis, etc. ad nauseum) in Germany now who quite simply aren't going to live to be old Turks (et al), unless they unass that entire continent, and in some haste. Word to your mother.
This isn't going to end well for them. Oh, and they've got it coming.
I'd also be rather surprised if the premiums on Fraü Merkel's life insurance aren't about to spike sharply upwards. She's about to find out what happens when the pressure cooker you've been sitting on with the relief valve cranked shut finally blows a gasket.