
Saturday saw one of the largest gatherings of neo-Nazis in post-war Germany as Dresden commemorated the 64th anniversary of the city’s destruction by Allied bombs. Thousands turned up for a counter-demonstration, but more needs to be done, say commentators.
It has become an annual tradition in Dresden. Every year on Feb. 14, thousands of neo-Nazis descend on the eastern German city and march through its historical center. They call it a “march of mourning,” a commemoration of the city’s almost complete destruction in the Allied bombing raids of Feb. 13-14, 1945.
The attacks were indeed appalling. According to the most recent research, up to 25,000 people died in the bombing runs and resulting firestorm and much of Dresden’s sublimely beautiful city center was obliterated. The stench of death wafted through the rubble for weeks after the last fires had burned themselves out.
From “Counter Marches Don’t Impress Nazis A Bit”
The Intolerance
When popular culture and society condemn intolerance, the obvious slippery slope they tread on is whether they themselves are intolerant. When the immigrant invaders march in protest, or fight over the white man’s jobs, the same staunch anti-whites are no where to be seen.
In the gallery of AP Photos below, from the demonstration, we see the nazi’s (first photo) who have peaceably chosen to carry on the “march of mourning”. And they have every right to do so. They are clean cut, organized, and just there to remember and commemorate. The photos that follow are of the “good guys”. The anti-nazis. But why is it that they are the militant, intolerant heritage traitors who embrace the immigrant invaders, and are scuffling with police and causing chaos and destruction?
Do they hate the white antithesis with that much vigor? Are they so intolerant of their kin, that they’ll destroy everything in their way to silence them?






Songs of our land, ye have followed the stranger,
With power over ocean and desert afar,
Ye have gone with our wanderers through distance and danger, And gladdened their path like a homeguiding star.
With the breath of our mountains in summers long vanished,
And visions that passed like a wave from the sand,
With hope for their country and joy from her banished.
Ye come to us ever, sweet songs of our land. (Francis Brown)
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