Your recent article reminded me of the time I had used to proudly display a National Socialist flag above my desk (on my paintings wall). It was quite contained and discreet, but I found it inspired me, and brought a certain character to my tiny corner ‘office’ area.
Unfortunately, the [United Kingdom—Editor] Police confiscated it as evidence when they broke in, making a beeline for it, disrupting my oil paintings, and breaking my old violin in the process of removing that 12-inch pennant from the inner wall. A few of my books were also damaged (as was my vegetable garden later, in the hunt for ‘offensive weapons’ like a pickaxe and shovel). That’s these brutish neochristians—rushing headlong into their own annihilation, taking their culture with them, in a mad quest to negate themselves (and all around them they can lump in).
In a better world, I’d have it flying outside my house. Now the only relic of National Socialism in my house (bar some of my books) is a small shell-box I store on my shelf, for tiny photographs and the like. The Police missed it in their search. I’ll show it to you by attachment.
I’d appreciate it if California in its entirety succumbed to the flames, if not the entire States. I don’t know more about the story though—I don’t read the news day to day, and don’t engage with current affairs online.
Best regards,
Benjamin