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America The perfect, impregnable fortress, with oceans for moats. Colonised by the Anglo-Saxon stock at the peak of the European culture, during the Enlightenment era. Bestowed upon a century of peaceful expansion, of acquiring its own boundless Lebensraum in the West. Its tragedy, however, was in the total triumph of the Christian moral system in…

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Reflections of an Aryan woman, 101

People will object that I am being unfair to the human elites who create culture. It will be pointed out to me that without a certain encroachment on the jungle, the savannah or the forest, and thus without the restriction of the natural domain of the wild animals, there would never have been cities or…

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Reflections of an Aryan woman, 96

  Chapter XII: A call for the end And thou, divine Death, where everything returns and disappears, Receive your children into your starry bosom, Free us from Time, Number and Space, And give us back the rest that life has disturbed. Leconte de Lisle. (‘Dies Irae’: Poèmes Antiques). It is worth repeating, and insisting on,…

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Reflections of an Aryan woman, 91

The passage of the poem quoted above, reminds me of the title of a book published in France a few years ago—a cry of alarm at the idea that what will be, in a generation or two, the amplitude of human expansion on the surface of our unhappy planet: Six milliards d’insectes. Six billion insects,…

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Reflections of an Aryan woman, 89

It is curious, to say the least, to note that this expansion, still slow, perhaps, but now inexorable, of the two-legged mammal, begins, according to the estimation of researchers, ‘around four thousand years before the Christian era’,[1] that is, according to Hindu tradition, a few centuries before the beginning of the Dark Age, or Kali…

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Reflections of an Aryan woman, 86

But that’s not all. The visible world around them was infinitely more beautiful than what is spread out today—or was spread out already yesterday and the day before yesterday—, in the vicinity of human agglomerations. It was more beautiful because there were then few men, and many animals, and trees, and immense inviolate spaces. There…

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Reply to Franklin Ryckaert

Hi Franklin, I am pleased to see you commenting here once again. Although it seems an obvious contradiction what you tell me—: So you are proud of your ‘exterminationism’, but at the same time you keep on complaining about the crimes of the Allies against Nazi Germany and about cruelty against children and animals. Is…

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Reflections of an Aryan woman, 57

But that is not all. One of the most depressing features of the Dark Age drawing to a close is, certainly, the disorderly proliferation of man. ______ 卐 ______   Editor’s note: From my childhood I became a racist when we would visit the centre of the great mongrel metropolis. What my eyes saw is…

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Reflections of an Aryan woman, 55

Chapter IX The reversal of anthropocentric values Awaken, shake your chained forces Let the sap flow in our dry furrows Make sparkle, under the flowering myrtles An unexpected sword, as in the Panathenaea —Leconte de Lisle (‘L’Anathème’, Poèmes Barbares) Demographic growth is, as I have tried to show above, both a consequence and an ever-renewed…

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Reflections of an Aryan woman, 52

It is certain that the decision of the young corporal Hitler, of the 16th Bavarian infantry regiment, to ‘become a politician’ [1] —a decision taken at the announcement of the capitulation of November 1918 in the tragic circumstances of which everyone knows[2]—isn’t enough to explain the extraordinary career of the man who was one day…

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