It seems that not even Hitler had the full picture of the world and of how rotten the English were which might have cost him the war. Céline perhaps had the better understanding of how far gone the other Aryans were, he even blamed the Germans for their relaxed behaviour in Paris, instead of fomenting a revolution they were indulging themselves in bars. What should we make of Hitler failing to blame Christianity in his Testament?
I have seen The Village, it is quite curious that an Indian made films with mostly a white cast for a long time. Should we put the Aryan woman on such a pedestal? Didn’t David Lane regret later the second variation on the 14 words? Shouldn’t we simply want to survive because that’s what life is? Struggle? Will? Power? I am an incel myself, but I cannot care that much to put a woman on a pedestal. And women today are as traitorous as men if we care to give them agency, which I don’t think we should but still. Sure, some are beautiful, but what if they were uglier?
Our race is our race, and our race shall outlive the other races, especially the Nordic, or exclusively so—I am a Nordicist myself. Fuentes will never be a radical, that’s why he can be in the open, unlike us. His purpose will be to make other whites self-castrate. The truth is out there, we can look around us and look at History and we will get to Adolf Hitler! No man more noble, he who doesn’t get to Hitler alone will never get to him! Germany had a gold population back then, National Socialism being born in the trenches of the First World War.
Meanwhile, the Amerikwans went to war for a government that allowed niggers to roam in millions their territory, absolutely insane people for which no politics can be possible, every Amerikwan should scream daily in forgiveness to the murder of Germania and of our continent which is the only real treasure of this failed human species!
Heil Hitler. May the convergence of catastrophes save us from extinction, whites on their own are too far gone to wake up!
Forgotten Soldier
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Hello Forgotten Soldier,
Perhaps I wasn’t clear enough in my article about The Village. I’m not saying we should put women on a pedestal. Have you read my anthology, On Beth’s Cute Tits?
Without the beauty of Aryan women I wouldn’t be blogging. As we say in On Beth, women only become bad if we allow them to be like spoiled children. If we took power, they would become good, especially after the rape of the Sabine women.
Thank you for the answer.
I have read most of the essays in that book, yes. I mostly agree, the emancipation of women destroyed the relationship between sexes and this is the fault of men who ceased to be men, but self-castrated for their Jewish masters with Yeshua at the top, the worth of a people is always its leadership and we have what we have for “leaders”.
I will say that no woman ever drove me mad to impregnate her (first essay), perhaps in a different world. What if the Jews had the beautiful females? We could imagine a race of beautiful devils that want to make everything ugly, couldn’t we? I came to National Socialism inspired by the SS and their vision of life. Reason, Order, Beauty.
What if we didn’t reproduce sexually? The state of society is unreasonable, I look for the causes, I see the clash, Aryan vs Jew (Christianity his conscious or semi-conscious invention used to subvert us). I have my fits when I want to destroy the world, but then I remember that destroying is not enough, one must also create a True Order otherwise we would get subverted by the Jew or by our own abstractions (Alexander) again.
As there is nothing to build on, I have asked myself for the past 10 years: what can I do? The human biomass is more and more degenerate and impervious to reason, should I throw myself at the system? You clearly don’t agree with that. A racist’s life is certainly more frustrating than the one of a Hitler Youth member in 1944 that at least got a chance to fight the enemy. My enemy is my race, a race that is hellbent on killing itself.
This is what we came to, a world that doesn’t allow greatness to exist and if it’s not reversed, not even mere life. You and me and many others are seen as prey and we get our mouth shut, but the pigs thrive and the race is going to hell. If we perish, 1945 was the end. And if we survive?
Then we will drown them all in blood and avenge every single man that lived and fought for his race! Heil Hitler!
This is what those white nationalists who only think about Jews refuse to see…
Regarding the other things you mentioned, personally, every day is pure agony for me: a true cross that I must bear, that almost crushes me. If I never think about suicide, it’s because I feel I have a mission.
Since in Mexico, where I live, one can say whatever one wants in English blogs or podcasts, without mentioning the narco-government, my idea is for several soldiers to come and form a group; buy a house and launch our invectives in podcasts without the System being able to touch a hair on our heads.
The Third World in general doesn’t have a thought police, especially in Latin America. It’s not useful for finding a woman since almost all of them are mixed race, but it is useful so that soldiers can speak unmolested.
I like Forgotten Soldier’s tone very much. The nobility mixed with the tangible anger beneath the surface in every curt line.
I think – I hope it doesn’t disappoint you – I am slightly more like him than you, in that I have had my fill of women and have, temporarily, perhaps been encouraged to relegate them to a distant pocket (though I live with one!), knowing yet all the while that they will be returned to their former Beauty of soul and delicacy in future, but only in that future, and we are here now. Enough look good enough, but I require more.
I think what inspires me – again, just personally – is anger at a soiled world, and anger (great anger) at my race. I see the rest as worthless meat to be hewn down, and can imagine such in bodily visualisation, and indeed do on scanning any news reports I see of the atrocities in this country, imagining bringing them real war as they have never experienced in generations, ready in an instant to inflict retribution, launching into their filthy skin with delight (and I imagine at first they’d start it). Truly worthless – not even a threat to imagine, or to be afraid of.
But my race has as their whole made it tricky for me by their physical sophistry and cowardice – they remain my race, that’s the hardest thing they’ve done to me – as I have ideals for my race, firmly held, and despise them for placing this paradoxical treachery in my way. To reconcile this is to end them too, and so on the whole, it will be done, as it should be done.
I empathise with his place in our struggle. I think I will start to warm to women again at a future date, or maybe not again within my lifetime, depending how soon victory emerges, but certainly they will be worth warming to. For the moment my ideals are indeed an abstraction to the concrete misery and rage that insists violence.
That’s as best as I can say it, really. I must re-read On Beth’s Cute Tits. I know I am ‘too much into the lightning’ by character. But I am infertile. I hope that remains an understandable situation in me.
I still know also I’m too old to be that thing I want to be in these common moods. I know raising good children to carry on what I cannot is the best gift to me for the lingering moment, and the best gift we can impart also. Truly a twilight in the sun. I think I will always remain a thwarted warrior. Maybe he will be luckier.