Author: whiteman
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...The totalitarian propaganda apparatus is trying to make me feel it. Not at all! I am a national socialist who breathes the air, the rights to which were won by my White ancestors. Ancestors that I am proud of. I am proud of them at least because I am alive today. This is my right, the right of a White Man, which I will not allow anyone to take away.
I am endlessly tormented only by one question: what will I leave behind and will my grandchildren be able to count me among those for whose legacy I am knocking my fists until blood today – sometimes it seems to me that I have become a bore. When you are young, such questions rarely come to mind, you just leave behind broken faces, sometimes hearts, and traces that will dissolve with the first rain. When you are young, you want to break all these chains that have been put on you, a young slave, go beyond and destroy everything. Order, people, rules and rulers. But everything remains the same, no matter how you stumble in this swamp, into which you were thrown right out of the womb of a loving, and increasingly crying, mother.
Breaking bones, your own or someone else's, in the end, you will acquire with scars and enemies. There is no space in your head for questions about whether it is someone ours or theirs – you already know. You know a lot of things. And even things that I would rather never know about. Well, or at least so that others will never find out about it. You're not young anymore, or you just think so. Only you can figure it out yourself.
It's cold. A strong wind blows in the face and takes away the last strength – this is exactly what an information blizzard looks like. Colorful snowflakes from gossip, empty aphorisms and pictures with naked women fly into the face, biting into the skin, stinging like hornets. The crackling of radio interference is clearly audible, which prevents us from hearing each other, so we have to shout.
We move forward, moving in rushes.
For the composure earned in your little battle for life, they will reproach you more than once, calling you a "Nazi scum", " fascist remnant" or whatever it is profitable for THEM today? But it will be funny to you, because you know perfectly well what will happen to someone who tells you this to your face. After all, there were already those who said so, and now they prefer to keep silent. Let them talk, there, in their cramped casemates of studios. We did not fight for orders, not for money, not for the status of "hero", we are fighting and will continue to fight. We are fighting for life.
Our battle is complicated, it seems, by the endless night. Through the information waves of precipitation, the light of the moon does not break through, which makes us go almost by touch. Rare forest edges have long turned into dunes from hardly newsworthy information, in which it is easy to get bogged down forever. And some of us really merge with the surrounding landscape, rejecting a helping hand, citing fatigue and disappointment with the chosen route.
We are going because we have a goal.
We're going to die. Everything is dying. And the world that today is so diligently "protected" by those who, for some reason, imagine themselves the masters of nature, will not be there tomorrow. It is enough to wait for only one volcanic eruption, which can change the entire ecosystem of the Earth, almost overnight. There is no sense in our existence if we are not able to firmly grasp the responsibility for our heritage in our own hands. No one will give you anything for free. You will not have social benefits greater than those of the sand-niggers. No one will think about your rights. No one will expel these "fat rumps" from our land. No one but ourselves.
We are not fighting with people, personalities or politicians. We are fighting the elements of death and oblivion. We are fighting with the element of emptiness. And even if such a struggle sometimes seems pointless, we have a chance to win.
To overcome the echoes of the subhuman in yourself, in the form of the lowest vices, bestiality, stupidity and weakness, laziness – - unwillingness to move forward. We must get to a level where the struggle with death will not look like a struggle with windmills.
Be proud to shout: we are White People! And let your call break out with thunderclaps over the world. We have something to lose and something to fight for, regardless of pain and fatigue. We are White People!, - this is the burden of responsibility – - to be the best. There are no people from whom we can take away a better life. There are no people whom we can blame for our misfortunes. There are no people who can provide our`s tomorrow.
Only we are responsible for the fact that today the Kike`s capital has turned us into slaves with a gag in our mouths. Only we are responsible for the fact that we are mixed with garbage by unwashed niggers. Only we are responsible for the fact that the heritage of our ancestors is being destroyed by Islamists.
And the one who finds even the slightest right to be justified for this is the enemy. However, even if the whole world is hostile, I know what I'm fighting for. I want to see smiles on the faces of my fair-haired children. In a world where they can feel safe and not be ashamed of their origin. In a world where mentally ill people are treated in mental hospitals, and do not organize covens, calling it some kind of "pride". In a world where the fans of the pedophile Muhammad indulge in whatever pleasures they want on their isolated lands and do not dare to carry their customs to mine. In a world where drugs are destroyed together with their distributors – where there is no place for humanity towards criminals. Where the one who took a life will be killed.
And whatever THEY accuse me of, I don't care. For them, I am the embodiment of "evil", if only because I still dare to breathe. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, – "lousy Nazi".
Is the truth on the side of the strong? Is that what they teach us? But I have learned by myself that force will not protect you from the truth: when the law is unfair, when traditions are rewritten and trampled, and you, the one who sees all this and is therefore angry, are the enemy, then the "stones from the bottom" begin to crack and destroy this newly erected Babylonian wigwam. No matter how high and "properly designed " it may be.
The world around us is a simple thing. And we understand it much better than those who teach us to "understand it correctly", wrapping new layers of sticky, like cotton candy, meanings on it. Watch and learn - an approach that will never fail. And all these master's degrees in sociology do not mean a damn thing in comparison with what a person who is alone with nature for at least a year learns. Maybe that's why everything around is so diligently turning into concrete?..
There is no equality. The strongest need to do the most difficult, the smartest - the most voluminous. And only a stupid weakling can afford not to do anything, studying the web or tv broadcasting like a fly. Being the best is always a burden. A burden that did not break our Great Ancestors. And I declare that this burden will not break me either! We Are White People! I Am A White Man! People came to my house and demanded that I must die. Perhaps I have some questions that my hands want to discuss with those who let these people into my house. And if the revolution is scary, then I want to become the worst nightmare for THEM.
What will remain after me? Ash. It will be trampled into the ground like dirt, I will not care. What will I leave behind? Life. A life that they will not dare to take away from my descendants. Because there is nothing more significant and valuable than life. There is no time left for attempts and trials. There are only two ways ahead - victory or death. And I'll follow the first one. We're on our way. We are coming.
We're coming, having built torches from our souls, which will be visible to those who decide to go with us. Will we make it? Probably not.
But we know that those who raise the torches after us will themselves become the very dawn that we are so diligently looking for in the darkness.
We are coming!
В субботней статье наш соратник озвучил свои мысли и эмоции о мире, в котором каждый из нас живет, о трудностях которые мы преодолеваем и о нашей неуклонной воле к победе.
В данной статье:
🔷️Право Белого человека
🔷️Цель нашей борьбы и трудности на пути к победе
🔷️Наше наследие
