People ask me often how I
stand the kind of treatment I get, how I can keep on going in the face of the
madness and the hatred and the revolting cowardly behavior of men with White
skins, White faces, and the souls of rodents.
I can keep on going because those torches from that January
night so long ago in my grandfather's world burn in my mind's eye and in my
heart. I keep on going because I know that what we see from so-called
"White men" today is an aberration, a corruption, the ultimate
expression of Judaic cancer gnawing away at the Aryan soul before death.
I keep on going because I know that those who shout and
screech and revile on the internet like deranged monkeys are not the true
representatives of my Folk---and those men who marched beneath the torches
underneath the January stars of Germany on that night so long ago are. It is they who fill my
thoughts and my spirit, not these other critters.
Sometimes we are so depressed
and demoralized and angered and revolted by what we see today from so-called
"White people" that we forget---all of this left-wing liberal lunacy is
a very modern phenomenon, less than a hundred years old, really. For thousands
of years before that our males were men and our females were women, not
consumer organisms or politically correct duckspeakers, and that for all their
assault on everything good and decent, you can't sweep away millennia of
culture and history and folkways in one or two generations.
Despite it all, I sense a great
awakening coming. This is where I have a lot of trouble---conveying to
all of you my overwhelming sense of optimism about all this, however
poorly justified that optimism may seem.
If I were not convinced, utterly and completely, that
history is on our side and that our Folk will survive and conquer, I certainly
wouldn't waste my life sitting here being heckled and insulted by crybabies and
federal agents while beating a dead horse. Long ago I would have done like good
Americans do, I would have quit when the job became to hard and tried to grab
something for me with the rest of my
I'm still here. This should
tell you something.
It's going to happen for us,
people. It may not happen like we want it to happen---it may not happen like it
happened in Germany. In fact, it almost certainly won’t. It will happen
in some typical sloppy, dysfunctional, half-insane, and utterly American way,
that unique brand of shrill and hysterical brilliance encased in a turd which
is the hallmark this country and its White people.
It took me a long time to understand and accept that
myself---my longing to see the long brown columns marching beneath the
torchlight is every bit as urgent and deep and anguished as most of yours is.
But it will happen as the inscrutable forces of history dictate, in ways which
are appropriate and natural to our time and place.
We, too, will have our flag-raising
at Longview, our January
30th someday. Right here in the Northwest, and when that day is over these
filthy evil people and their black and brown pets will all be gone, and we will
finally be able to live again. I know this. Don’t ask me how, I could never
explain it. I just know.
Stay strong, try to stay sane, don't fall by the
wayside. Be there with me, when that glorious day comes!