Miscegenation

Today, I went into town looking to replenish my pantry when I caught a glance at an interracial couple, one negro and the other of some Nordic stock. You can see the regret woe and sadness in the man’s eyes for not marrying a Traditional Nordic woman.

This man understood with clarity, the irreparable damage he has caused to the regality and vitality of his Spiritual Race and ours! Each day, his eye catches sight of the ship which bears passage to the restoration of the Viking as it sails slowly away and disappears over the horizon.

As it departs from his actions and those like him, the tears of our ancestors flow across the Bifrost like the burnette waves of which he has been seduced. With their children, the once vibrant light of the halls of Valhalla grow more dim each day as many forsake the primordial paths which we inherited and forsook.

No solace is he to find by burying his longing face into his hands for they, like the body of his maiden, are covered in tattoos: a constant reminder of ones fallen state. Their permanence is a just penance for the thoughtless mistreatment of purity.

As they pierced their bodies, so too have they pierced the golden walls of Heaven. Try as I might, I am outpaced by the ruin and rumble. Today, the heavens weep and I shall join them.

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El Diablo

For some time now the godless liberals have been implementing science as truth. According to some Eastern philosophies, truth can’t be communicated. Only through a series of strenuous ego deaths does one shed its outer layers so the inner light shines forth. God works in mysterious ways. The solipsism of the individual must be squelched so divinity can be acknowledged. Then we go forth and aid our less fortunate brothers and sisters so that they may know the caring nature of God.

If anybody remembers Soviet Russia, godlessness wrought a miserable communistic society. Their weak minds were easily tricked by El Diablo, and their moral characters were tainted, as were their souls. All communists bathe in the fires of heck for their sinful orgies with El Diablo. If it wasn’t for El Diablo, Gen Patton would’ve invaded Russia after Germany. But the US Army was far too exhausted from battling the Nazis to gather the strength to fight the ultimate primordial evil.

After WWII, El Diablo left the Soviet Union and his absence weakened the USSR by proxy. He moved to the US where post-war soldiers were impregnating women in great numbers. So many fresh souls (the baby boomers) were prime for corruption. El Diablo came about in a weird manifestation: hippies. He corrupted young negro musicians like Hendrix so that his solipsistic lust would brainwash gentile women into miscegenation with Jews. It worked.

The victories of El Diablo were so many that he became much more powerful. Harvesting energy from the sheer numbers of corrupted baby boomers, he attacked the gentiles from all angles under the guise of Liberalism. Pornography, rap music, science, gay marriage et al are all tricks from El Diablo to weaken the gentiles.

Thankfully, there are angels in this world who fight this great evil. Varg Vikernes from the Odin-pop band Burzum delivered a large blow to El Diablo by telling gentiles to be heroic and only breed with well-spirited women. Saint Vikernes knows that the tides must be reversed. Traditional families must be priority number uno to strengthen our defenses and shield us from demonic forces. Below is a video of Saint Vikernes attacking El Diablo. Follow in his footsteps.

A Firewall for Nationalism

Last week I proposed White self relocation and isolation. Is it enough to close our borders? Interaction with the other is the source of our woes. Separating ourselves by way of distance is no longer sufficient. Telecommunication is the ultimate enemy of Pan-Nationalism, of the West. If you think repatriation and reparation is enough to end the racism, oppression, class warfare and misery brought about by diversity, you are wrong! Physical borders are simply obsolete.

It is through the internet that corruption of our culture begins. Miscegenation by communication. Flirting with the other. Tantalizing our youth with the exotic and foreign. Transactional convenience paved the way for the click-bait dysgenicists to commit acts of treason and soft genocide against the West.

Interracial pornography at the click of a button! Foreign animation indoctrinating foreign values through network streaming. Our children adopt their dress, their language and imitate their culture. They wish to breed with those who are unlike themselves. However, exposure to foreign cultural exports is not the most heinous consequence of global communication.

Anonymity ensures we can never truly know with whom we are associating. Agents acting under the guise of Western European ancestry can sabotage forums, chatrooms and blogs. Flaming, baiting, trolling – these are their tools. Affecting changes in consciousness under a ruse which is designed to lower our defenses. We believe we are conversing with kin and are therefore open to consideration precisely because we share common direction (or so we are led to believe). Then, the silent dagger slips quietly into the flesh. Suddenly, opposing and alien values look appetizing. Vaporous ideologies look luminous and vibrant.

Courageous conservatives must stand for isolationism of the internet if we are to truly prevail against vacuous internationalism. We are being primed for multiculturalism. I do not suggest this tool be abandoned. It is invaluable in the quest to restore our traditions. This goal cannot succeed if we do not limit our association to those with whom we share the most. Shelter, protect and nurture our heritage, values, customs and spirit.

Remember, a mosque in your hometown is only an email away.

Winds of Fate

“Evidence” is a leftist plot to subvert natural hierarchy amongst intellectual masters. Rather than recognizing that correctness, like intelligence, is an inborn and thus hereditary trait; modernity seeks to legitimize the constantly-unbalanced search for truth that so characterizes this stage of the Kali-Yuga.

Unlike (leftist) academia, the Right knows that truth can never be found in the bottom of a test tube, nor in any other form of empirical observation. If a person is capable of perceiving correctness, then such an individual becomes a Correct One whose ability to mentally pierce the veil between this material plane and a higher firmament is beyond reproach. Such individuals must automatically assume authority over the confused masses and guide them to an understanding of eternal truths, lest they become lost in the constructions of their abstractions.

By asking for “evidence”, the leftist reveals the dolorous flaw in his soul: an inability to intuitively comprehend the unshakable and perennial laws that govern this strata of existence; as above, so below. Just as he cannot understand truths outside of his conception, he will never reach a proper understanding of his place within the intellectual hierarchy; and must, for the sake of all our fates, be restrained from further damaging the erstwhile ascendancy of Western conservative thought.

Gun Control? Ban Them Instead

Firearms are for gutless cowards who are too puerile to watch the life leave their opponents from the whites of their eyes. In greater times, combat was  the domain of men, it required tact, upper body strength and a spine. Warriors of the past reveled in the  stench of victory, the smell of blood drenched iron and steel.

The cowardice of modern combat disgusts me. “Besting” an opponent from a distance. Bombing him from the air. It is no wonder females have entered the military across the west. War, despite producing body counts, is all but pacified, steralized and stripped of meaning and opportunities for spiritual growth.

When I see an image of a soldier holding his rifle and dressed in camouflage, I see the image of a weakling. He hides in his environment from the enemy and suprises him with sudden death courtesy of a bullet shot from yards away. How can such individuals be called warriors?

The men and woman serving in contemporary armies are not heroes, they are only murderers. These hordes of wimpanzees take pleasure in killing after conditioned into drones after months of what passes as training – acquisition of cosmetic muscles and crowd conformity. True Warriors do not take pleasure in taking life they do what they must, what ones duty requires. The battle and battle field itself is a microcosm of Reality – this is what a hero craves. The gun-clingers crave only to end life, because they hate themselves, civilization and Reality.

Relinquish your rifles and begin the cessation of worship at the altar of lead and powder. The image of a soldier is a graven one, burn it. Handguns belong in the heaps. Gun owners may as well cut off their phalluses and undergo female hormone therapy. Each round fired is emasculation. I leave you with an image of a true warrior and hero upon which to meditate and emulate:

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Which Way Western Amigo?

A great ditch entrenches our hearts, a ditch where our vitality is pushed to the wayside. This ditch was created by the Left to smother our potent fires.

The lowest common denominator as a means for survival has been ingrained into our society.

Where does true greatness dwell? Not publicly here. Not publicly now. Not publicly in these times.

When we scrape at the bottom of the barrel, we’re just left with gunk; crud and residue from something that once was. Something which had purpose.

I ask you Amigos not as an activist, but as an Amigo, too: which way western Amigo? The fall of our civilization looms over our sombreros.

Do you want the future to be a reign of our dissolution? Or do you want the future to be a brilliant bright star? Starlight in which no opaque fog from the Left can stop?

Amigos, the starlight has been within you all along.