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Hi, I'm Chris — in my 40s and a butcher by trade. "Cultural" Christian (I was Christened as a baby, but I don't believe, although I feel that culture in my surroundings). Conservative right-wing politically. I like fishing and tech (AI, Photoshop, British Empire history). I grew up in one of the Shires in Britain. Early life, normal. Left school at 16 with a B, a few Cs, a D — so didn't go to college, went straight into full-time employment at 16. Floated around a few jobs — flat roofing, cavity wall insulation installer, office bod, etc, until I found butchery by getting a job at a cutting plant and abattoir. I didn't touch them when they were warm — I worked on the chilled beef quarters and lamb butchery. I liked the grown-up, manly environment — everybody knew each other and took the piss. It was fun times. I've always worked and paid my way, but I liked to party when I didn't have work the next day and liked a drink and the odd joint.

Fast forward — I'm 6ft tall and was admitted to hospital at 38kg. I went from lifting cow quarters to struggling to lift a kettle. Chronic pancreatitis. Two years I spent on the phone battling robots to speak to a human, who would fob me off and tell me to call back. When you get to see someone, it isn't a doctor — it's a nurse who can't prescribe anything or do anything. When I managed to see a doctor, it's one I can't understand because their accent is so bad and they can't string a sentence together. A surgeon came to take blood as the nurse couldn't... but brought the wrong connector, so she couldn't catch the blood pissing down my arm. Can all be proven via my medical records.

Things need to change. We need to Restore Britain.

My country is being ruined by liberal dimwits and radical Islamists. My niece can't get on a bus without being leered at by third-world migrants who have never seen a bare ankle on a woman until they moved to the West. These people are not compatible. We used to be a high-trust society — now London is a zoo. From being bullied at school to being fobbed off for two years by third-world doctors means I'm unable to work. Not on every benefit under the sun — no — because I'm not a refugee. Am I fed up? Fuck yes. Will it break me? No.

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1. 01 The NHS is broken. Two years of my life wasted on a phone tree while my body wasted away. Nurses doing doctors' jobs. Doctors I can't understand. A surgeon who brought the wrong connector while blood ran down my arm. A system that treats natives as a nuisance and asylum seekers as customers.
2. 02 London is a zoo. My niece can't ride a bus without being leered at by men who've never seen a woman's ankle. We used to be a high-trust society. Now we're a low-trust, low-skill dumping ground for the third world.
3. 03 The system rigged the game. 6ft tall, admitted at 38kg. I went from lifting cow quarters to struggling to lift a kettle. I've always worked and paid my way. Now I can't work. Not on benefits — because I'm not a refugee.
4. 04 My country is being ruined. By liberal dimwits and radical Islamists. By a political class that sold us out and calls it diversity. Am I fed up? Fuck yes. Will it break me? NO.

Founded by Chris — cross-referenced from empireuncovered.com.