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Thinkpol

or white trash?

César Tort, the editor of this site, in Gran Canaria, Spain. Although my 15- and 33-year-old face can be seen clearly in Metapedia’s articles about me, I’ve gotten into trouble in the past for posting photos of what I look like now. That’s why I’m only shown from behind in my recent photos from Germany.

If we keep in mind the video I embedded in my previous post, we will understand what I wrote in my notebook: ‘It is the people that are screwed. The elites only take advantage of these rats that only push the pleasure button’. There is something I wrote in the notebook I bought in Prague that I omitted in my report on what I saw in Europe. I refer to what in the report I call ‘white trash’. These are the ideas I wrote there:

It is no excuse that the Thought Police (Thinkpol in Newspeak) terrorise Europeans by arresting them for the most innocent internet comment that deviates from political orthodoxy. This is no excuse because they could do what the Spanish Republicans who fled Franco’s regime did: emigrate and launch, from other countries, their radio programmes critical of the regime.

Alternatively, European National Socialists could send me dissident material to publish on a website parallel to mine—even recorded podcasts! I used to do it with the German Albus before WordPress banned us but now Albus, who is older than me, got sick and couldn’t even receive me in Germany earlier this month.

If Europeans don’t even want to write, they could send money to genuinely National Socialist sites like Martin Kerr’s (the heir to George Lincoln Rockwell’s organisation) or mine. In case PayPal makes them nervous, I must say that Albus used to send me some money in notes, and by registered mail they always reached me.

But nowadays there is none of that, and if there is a German or Austrian who has taken his vows for the sacred words but who, for fear of Thinkpol, lives in obscurity please let me know!

During the previous incarnation of this site the German Richard, with whom I had a good correspondence, even started a website in German where he translated articles he read in the American blogosphere. Suddenly he stopped communicating with me. I suspect it was when the government became very interested in these new sites… (Germany is notorious for its intolerance of free speech). But there was no danger in having continued epistolary interaction with me by email, especially if one goes to internet cafes. Did Richard get arrested or did he just give up?

I also remember another German who started talking on Carolyn Yeager’s podcasts a dozen years ago, but was never heard from again. Or another very erudite German racialist, who had lived in Spain, and helped me a lot to understand the Spanish attitude toward Nordicism. I haven’t heard from him since.

Even on other racialist sites something similar happened. Kevin MacDonald used to publish the articles of a German who wrote under the pen name of Michael Colhaze. It seems that Colhaze asked him to delete them, apparently for fear of the German Thinkpol. Fortunately, I managed to rescue a couple of them (here and here).

Whatever happened to these Germans, in general Europeans need to suffer—and suffer big time!—if Europe is to survive. It is no coincidence that Benjamin, the commenter who is now closest to the POV of this site as he believes not only in the 14, but also in the 4 words, has suffered bestially in the past (as have I, which is why I wrote my tragedy in three books). The extreme carnivorism of the Germans that I witnessed in Munich I had also seen in Berlin. It seems that only those of us who have been assaulted in the most bestial way imaginable by the family and the system and have survived have been able to develop the level of empathy that Hitler had for animals (anyone who hasn’t read Savitri Devi’s Impeachment of Man might try to obtain a copy).

I would like to end this entry with a note from 29 April, in my notebook: ‘It is more than obvious that had the war been won, all these countries I have been visiting would not only be Judenfrei, but sandniggerfrei and gookfrei! That the racial right across the Atlantic fails to celebrate 20 April shows that they are neonormies, not true priests of the holy words’.

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C.T. at the entrance to Dachau.

‘A race that rejects Him will surely perish!’ —Matt Koehl

Without having read Hellstorm, the darkest hour for the white race will never be understood (book-review here). If you’ve already read it, check out ‘The Wall’.

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Kali Yuga Videos

Chasm!

What a chasm between the Munich of 1939 and the absolute horror of Munich that I saw twelve days ago, in this year of 2025!

The PDF version of my recent trip to Europe is now available. Naturally, I edited it and reduced the number of pictures considerably because the PDF text is intended to be printed at home.

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Psychohistory

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Lebenskraft ! (last entry)

 

Frankfurt

4th May

My trip to Europe ends with my visit to Dachau. I had to go to Frankfurt only because that’s where I was flying back across the Atlantic.

This city was almost destroyed by the Allied bombing, and what we see now are new buildings and ugly skyscrapers that didn’t exist before. It is striking that, as soon as I got off the bus in Frankfurt, I saw one more monument that reminds me of the self-harmer women: but now a pathology in the collective unconscious of the German people. I am referring to a church that had been destroyed but, instead of blaming the Allies, the Germans blamed themselves:

The reconstructed church.

As seen in the image above, on the left is a plaque with the profile of a woman. Here I include a close-up:

‘To the citizens of Frankfurt who resisted the barbarism of National Socialism’.

In the first image you can also see some inscriptions, and it doesn’t hurt to zoom in:

The Nazi concentration camps!: Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea culpa aterna: what I have been calling ‘ogre of the superego’!

As soon as I saw this monument I was in no mood for sightseeing in Frankfurt and headed straight to the hotel to eat, rest, sleep and wait for my flight home. But it is important to clarify what I meant by the term ‘ogre of the superego’ in my essay on St Augustine.

Due to the colossal collective trauma of not only having lost the war, but by the very aggressive de-Nazification imposed by the Allies, and the ubiquitous anti-Nazi propaganda of the traitorous government the following decades, this ogre of the superego has completely taken over the soul of the German people.

We can understand my psychoanalysis through a home lecture by Richard Grannon, who doesn’t use my term but other words, although we mean the same thing. Grannon speaks of the inner critic or crap injunctions: a toxified, trauma-based superego, or simply a toxified superego.

Note that in his talk in the video ‘Understanding the importance of healing your super ego after narcissistic abuse’ Grannon refers to mothers or partners as narcissistic as the one Augustine had. When Grannon mentions the acronym NPD he is referring to narcissistic personality disorder, which I exemplified with the mother of the most influential doctor of the Church.

We can use this psychoanalytic paradigm, originating from those who now elaborate on the trauma model of mental disorders, to analogize it to the German state inducing a toxified superego in its people through ubiquitous propaganda. For example, the monument I photographed in Frankfurt is one more voice, like the paranoid voices the schizophrenic listens to, of the omnipresent inner critic: those negative messages that have been forced deep into the heads of the German people.
 

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I will not go back to Europe.

And now I fully understand the Greek commenter ‘Irrelevant Nobody’ who told me he was going to commit suicide.

A few days ago Adunai, who shouldn’t comment here because he approves of tormenting animals, sent me an email informing me that a Romanian who used to comment here committed suicide on April 26 (the day I was visiting Prague by the way). Regardless of what the Romanian did, only now do I understand perfectly the Greek commenter who couldn’t tolerate living in a Europe where, in his words, Hitler and Himmler lost.

Only an apocalyptic cataclysm will be able to cure the Westerner in general, and the German in particular, of the ogre of the super-ego that self-destructs him; say, a nuclear exchange between the US and Russia. Unfortunately, this opportunity has already been lost with Donald Trump, as it was the Democrats who wanted war.

Now only energy devolution, the result of peak oil whose Bell curve will start to fall this decade, will be able to save us…

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Heinrich Himmler

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Lebenskraft ! (10)

Dachau

Then I headed to Dachau, about 45 minutes from Munich. On the way I passed where the Gestapo had their offices. Here I am looking at the entrance and exit gates of the concentration camp:

Previous generations of Germans weren’t as aggressively brainwashed as they are today. The person in charge of showing us the Dachau concentration camp, for example, had a mother who belonged to the Hitler Youth, and her father never talked about the war unless the beer got too much, she confessed. Nowadays, the System forces the adolescents to visit Dachau to indoctrinate them in anti-Nazi ideology, as we see in this picture I took:

The number of young people I saw in the camp was considerable! But in reality, Dachau wasn’t an extermination camp but a re-education camp for opponents of the Third Reich. It was a camp for males. Himmler was born very close to it, and when he came to power, he had the excellent idea of imprisoning the political opposition.

The camp operated from 1933 to 1945 and is now home to riot control units, which occupy many of Dachau’s buildings. Prisoners began arriving in 1933. Official figures put the number of detainees at 206,000 in the years the camp was active, and 42,000 who died there. The camp is huge: it covers 200 hectares and there is a plaque commemorating the ‘liberation’ perpetrated by the gringos in April 1945.

I am irritated to report that, on visiting the camp, the guide informed us that this month would be the 80th anniversary of the ‘liberation’ of Dachau, celebrated in a big way there.

In the 1930s there was a saying for dissidents, ‘Shut up if you don’t go to Dachau’. Nowadays people in power also incarcerate political dissidents, as evidenced by Joseph Walsh and Chris Gibbons serving a sentence of years and recently, also in England, twelve men were arrested for daring to celebrate Hitler’s birth, as an Englishman let us know today. The hypocrisy is so blatant that the Americans used Dachau for three years to imprison Germans!

This sort of thing, naturally, is not denounced by official guides unlike Himmler, who announced in a newspaper why Dachau had been opened:

In some of the photos in the museum we can see who was imprisoned. For example, a clergyman said in a sermon that it was legitimate to assassinate a tyrant (Hitler). The mayor of Vienna also ended up in Dachau. After all, in real life he behaved as Captain Georg von Trapp behaved in The Sound of Music: an exception, because the Austrian people in general opened their arms to the Führer.

The camp also received commies and political prisoners from all over Europe, especially Poles and Russians, but also French, Germans, Czechs and Republican Spaniards.

I love the German bureaucracy that ordered everything and scrupulously classified the type of prisoner, as long as there was a hierarchy among them. Some crimes against the state or the race were considered much more serious than others.

The blue triangle designated migrants; the black triangle designated consumers of degenerate culture and also those who married Jews. These measures couldn’t be implemented in a new ethnnostate because virtually all Westerners would have to be imprisoned, even some white nationalists, as Sebastian Ronin mocked in one of his cartoons!

There were also colours for gypsies and political prisoners, red. Of course, consumers of degenerate culture fared much better in Dachau than, say, opponents of the regime, especially if they were Jews. But what does a consumer of degenerate culture mean? It should be obvious to today’s racialists that the Afro-American art is unfit for the Aryan spirit, as I saw on this museum poster:

The chutzpa of the System never ceases to amaze me. In the conditions at Dachau, and remember that not every prisoner was treated equally but some were relatively well treated, just over forty thousand died according to official figures. Eisenhower murdered 800,000 Germans in real death camps!

Dachau was, as I said, a re-education camp where you could get out alive. In Eisenhower’s extermination camps no behaviour could save you: the object was to kill you for having been a National Socialist.

The barracks at Dachau were removed in the 1960s and now only the rows of poplar trees remain.

If you look closely at the picture above, in the background you can see the first memorial built for the ‘victims’ of the camp. It was not built by the Jews, but by Catholics: a church, built in 1964.

The church bells ring at 3 pm to commemorate the Catholic ‘saints’ and the ‘victims’ of Dachau. Behind it is a Carmelite monastery, built not long after. Next to it we can see the Lutheran church that was built later, commemorating the same thing.

The young people do voluntary service because the de-Nazification process never ends in Germany. Then the Orthodox Christians made their own monument: another propagandistic church. They even brought soil from Slavic soil because they didn’t want to build their church on German soil.

But you can also see the Jewish hand in Dachau in this memorial, as the first line is in Hebrew:

Then I saw the crematoria for those who died in the camp. According to the guide, who as I said her mother had been in the Hitler Youth, where this tree was, some of the prisoners were hanged:

It was strange to see beautiful women visiting the museum.

And a mixed couple was not to be missed.

The museum, the guided tours by guides who must be licensed by the German state, and all the culture and universities of Munich are a gigantic fraud. Munich, a city where only a few buildings are taller than the cathedral, is the publishing capital of Europe (only New York has more publishing houses), but what good is so much culture if they are incapable of publishing a book denouncing the Hellstorm Holocaust, like the one written by Tom Goodrich? The lie by omission is astronomical indeed, and the way the Establishment treats its authentic historians is shown by the following anecdote.

When Goodrich wrote Hellstorm he struggled to find a publisher in the US. So much so that, for a time, he was homeless (writers generally live from day to day, and a blow like not finding a publisher for the latest work can be fatal). Tom asked me not to reveal it as long as he lived.

But last year our friend passed away.

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Lebenskraft ! (9)

Munich

2nd May

What I said about Salzburg can also be applied to Munich. This city grew up around a Benedictine monastery. Even the very young Hitler entertained the idea of joining the Benedictines! In fact, Munich means the house or home of the monks.

What I said about nuking the cathedrals and every monument of the Abrahamic religions is no joke. Since what is causing the darkest hour of the West is that the Semitic collective unconscious, and not the Aryan collective unconscious, has taken over our souls, to save us it will be necessary to implement something similar to what Nietzsche called ‘law against Christianity’.

Nietzsche wrote in the 19th century. In our century this law would have to be expanded to consider the whole liberal range, even Wokism, as atheistic hyper-Christianity. And atheists who preach equality will deserve the same treatment as the new Catholic pontiff deserves: to throw them in ropes into the Danube. But back to Munich.

The capital of Bavaria became a kingdom whose monarchy ended in the First World War. Although Hitler loved Munich, there is no monument here honouring the memory of the Man who tried to transvalue Christian values to pre-Christian values.

By bus I passed a canal where they hired a Venetian gondolier for tourists to cross. It is an expensive area much desired by those who can afford it. Munich is the most expensive city in Germany, and it is a university city. A small flat costs €1900 plus expenses such as heating. Although the salary in Germany is €4,000, the government takes a lot from its citizens for social security.

The 1972 Olympics were designed to contrast with the 1936 Olympics: with pastel colours and undulating shapes that contrasted sharply with the red-black-white and geometric shapes of the Third Reich. It was cool that Arab ‘terrorists’ spoiled the party! The police uniforms themselves changed to show the world a feminised face, like a new anti-militarist Germany.

All the Germans I saw looked like cattle of the elites. Their birth rate is very low because their new religion, in the ‘Empire of yin’ imposed on them, is ethnosuicide. The Munich people, unlike Himmler, drink a lot of beer. This is a point I would like to go into a little more in-depth so that the visitor can understand the POV of this site.

You cannot ask people to suddenly abandon their beliefs. That’s why Hitler opted for a gradual erosion of Christianity by educating the youth in the new National Socialist religion. Nor could the masses of Germans be asked to give up their alcoholic habits. But in the upper echelons of power things had to be different: a priesthood of holy words. On a popular level, I am reminded of a scene in Game of Thrones in which the High Sparrow tells Cersei that if he didn’t accept the cup of wine the queen offered him, it wasn’t because he was puritanical, but simply because he didn’t like the taste of wine. Something similar could be said of Himmler, unlike the mass of Germans who lived under the Reich (I too cannot tolerate the taste of beer).

And something similar can be said of Hitler. White nationalists don’t understand NS because it is something that comes straight from what Jung called the Self. If Hitler became a vegetarian it was for the same reasons that Himmler didn’t drink beer: the call of the core of our Being leads psychogenically emergent men not to be involved in the torment of animals. That will never be understood by the American racial right since its members haven’t been ‘touched by the Self’ so to speak.

Unlike Hitler, a true priest of holy words, contemporary Münchner love ham hock with potatoes, ribs and sausages, including white sausage at what they call second breakfast. And unlike Himmler, as I said, they drink a lot of beer. Martin Kerr saw this very clearly when he included this cartoon in his article ‘The National Socialist Lifestyle’:

Here is a picture I took of the Münchner:

In that market there are stalls with sausages, including horse meat. Compare all this Neanderthalism with Hitler’s plan as recorded by Goebbels: if he won the war, the Führer would close down the slaughterhouses. On this point only Savitri Devi understood National Socialism!

Almost every building in Munich was destroyed by bombing. On Maximilian Street, where people like the pot-bellied man in the cartoon above have luxury boutiques, I saw this aberration:

Nearby is the church most beloved by the Münchner. Instead of sacrificing themselves for National Socialism like the soldier in the cartoon above, the lifestyle of these degenerates is abject consumerism. No wonder that in such a city the sin against the Holy Ghost is tolerated, like this thing I saw:

It hurts that, not far from this place, Richard Wagner used to be played.

It is worth saying that, sometime later, I crossed the street of Hitler’s failed putsch who, when he finally took power, didn’t move the NS offices from Munich to Berlin because the Führer loved this city so much. Indeed, Munich had been the birthplace of National Socialism…

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Lebenskraft ! (8)

Salzburg

 

On March 20th I posted the entry ‘Salzburg’ where I said that, due to the town without a white man where I temporarily live, The Sound of Music was a very therapeutic experience. My recent visit to the real Salzburg reversed my feelings in an unusual way. But let’s take it one step at a time…

When I got off the bus, the first thing I did was to photograph some of the buildings I had seen in the film, like the ones you can see in the opening title credits. It didn’t take me long to find out things about the city considered the most beautiful in Austria that I didn’t like.

Deo optimo maximo, abbreviated as DOM, is a Latin phrase that in the ancient world meant ‘for the greatest and best God’ in reference to Jupiter. When Constantine imposed Christianity as the official religion, the phrase took on the same meaning but to refer to the god of the Jews.

In this Salzburg building we can see, if we enlarge the photo, the DOM above the door but it no longer refers to the God of the Aryans, but to the god of the Jews that even many white nationalists still worship. That is the real Salzburg! In fact, there are still monasteries inhabited by monks, theological schools and churches, mostly Catholic in the city.

Mozart is celebrated everywhere here because he was born in Salzburg, but when I had a delicious Fruling Salad (it was asparagus season) at Koller & Koller on Waagplatz, degenerate music was playing inside the restaurant. In that square I photographed a fountain that appeared in a scene I love from The Sound of Music: when Maria, starring Julie Andrews, throws water on the horse after she is thrown out of the convent in song and with great spirit heads for her new home. I took a pic:

There are a couple of confessions in this entry that will surprise the reader. If we set aside the anti-Nazi propaganda of The Sound of Music, that film—which I saw on the big screen sixty years ago!—so beloved by Aryans after so many, many years, is worth more than Mozart’s legacy. Why?

Because, even if Hollywood’s intention was malicious (the anti-Nazi message), The Sound of Music represents, on film, what Maxfield Parrish’s images represent: an ode to the most beautiful specimens of the Aryan race, including children and other characters.

If what moves me to blog is precisely the most beautiful specimens of the race, it is not enough to see them in paintings: the seventh art is capable of portraying them live and in full colour. No wonder that, despite the West’s darkest hour, after six decades this film hasn’t died in the hearts of millions of whites who saw it as children. And it will not die as long as there are whites.

In a previous post I said that the beauty of the artistic buildings of a European city was only the frame, and that the frame is only worthwhile if it contains a good canvas. Well, if we watch this modern video about the locations of The Sound of Music we will discover that, without the beautiful actors, those places have lost their magic.

That is why I am obsessed with preserving the genotype / phenotype of the most beautiful Aryans, like the ones of Parrish or the film: something that is worth more than the music of Mozart or any other classical composer that can be sung by coloureds, as we saw with my bitter experience in Vienna.

The other confession I wanted to make is that this trip reconciled me with my native country and even with the indigenous people where, temporarily, I live. While it is true what Hitler said, that people like me are at a greater psychogenic distance from these Indians than they are from the animal, their presence doesn’t cause me the hatred that the sight of traitorous whites causes me. So if, less than two months ago, in my entry ‘Salzburg’ I tried to visually flee from the town where I write by watching The Sound of Music on my computer, now that I have actually visited the city things are reversed.

In my entry on Hallstatt I said that the world today is, for me, a nightmare. That nightmare means not only being in 21st century Salzburg, where I saw a black man with his baby’s pram, but in the other cities I visited: where it is obvious that the Aryan is committing suicide everywhere.

The Mexican Indians I see as I leave the gated community where I live may be primitive. They may be psychogenically closer to the animal than I am to them. But they aren’t evil people like the Aryans, who after the Second World War have allowed the archetype of the Jewish collective unconscious to take over their souls.

And it all ultimately has to do with the fact that the DOM no longer refers to Zeus / Jupiter, but to the god of the Jews. Is it finally clear why Kalki wants to nuke the cathedrals?

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Lebenskraft ! (7)

Hallstatt

1 May

Leaving Vienna and en route to Salzburg I passed through Hallstatt: famous for being one of the most beautiful villages in the world, in the middle of the Alpine landscape and the Salzburg Lakes area. Before it became a tourist centre, its little houses and alleys dating back to the 16th century were a delight to stroll through.

From the bus, even before reaching Hallstatt, I began to see beautiful, cosy little houses on the side of the road, in stark contrast to the palaces of Vienna, even though winter blankets the whole area with snow. I saw black pines, spruces and extensive pastures. Above were the rocks of the Austrian Alps and snow on some of the mountains.

The problem is that this beautiful village of less than a thousand inhabitants has been bastardised by the masses of non-Aryan tourists. That happens when, instead of loving one’s ethnicity and culture, one becomes a worshipper of Mammon: while these tourists, mostly gooks, leave a lot of money to the town. If Hitler had won the war his descendants wouldn’t allow the hordes of Asians I saw in Hallstatt to ruin the landscape.

Well after midday I walked through the village and found myself sitting in one of the seats in the church we can see in the background in the picture above. Looking back over the dozens of photos I had taken of Hallstatt, I was struck by the fact that I had raised the camera so that not a single coloured tourist appeared! But what I saw, as I noted while still sitting in the church chair, only shows what the Aryan was and what, now, no longer exists. Only its ostentatious monuments and picturesque little corners, such as Hallstatt, remain. But even that will disappear as the Aryan DNA disappears due to the ongoing miscegenation.

These people are a basket case. In church I saw an Aryan family, a man, wife and daughter whose father put a coin in this box:

Several overweight whites I had been seeing in the places I have mentioned in this series, many licking their ice cream like little Joe Bidens. I reiterate: I didn’t enjoy this trip. The spectacle of non-whites, even as tourists in little towns like Hallstatt, offended me to the highest degree: a visual outrage. It reminded me of something Tyrone Joseph Walsh told me, referring to what Revilo Oliver had written: that once a people lose their Lebenskraft, that thirst for life cannot be regained.

May he be wrong! But the truth is that today’s world is, for me, a horrible nightmare from which I cannot wake up.

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Lebenskraft ! (6)

Vienna

29th and 30th April

When I got off the bus in Vienna on the Ringstrasse, what caught my attention next to the multitude of historic buildings was the Vienna State Opera because it was the theatre where the teenage Adolf used to enter despite his meagre resources. I took several pictures of it but I chose this one:

In a 21st century Reich under the leaders who would have followed a Hitler who would have died a very old, natural death, say in 1987, there would be no non-Aryans in this area. Not even the non-Aryan tourists I saw en masse here.

I sat in a café on a pedestrian street close to the Opera House to watch the pedestrians calmly having a coffee and a slice of cake (Austria is expensive, I paid 17.4 €). I noticed that, among the white people passing by, the race was better than the ones I had seen the previous couple of days.

Recall that Austria is the homeland of Hitler, whose Aryans rank among the highest in the European IQ. Alas, it wasn’t long before I saw, holding hands, the first mixed couple: an Aryan male and a woman who was either Muslim or Indian. If Putin weren’t celebrating his victory these days, it would have been inconceivable to see so many non-whites in this sacred area! From my vantage point I spent about an hour and a half watching the people pass by. Eventually another mixed couple sat behind me. This time I didn’t hold back and took a picture of them from behind me, so my shoulder is visible:

If the contemporary Austrian were not an iniquitous person, it would be legal to execute this couple on the spot but, as we know, besides the Russians the Anglo-Saxons won the war. Recall that, because of Christian ethics, the United States began to repudiate anti-miscegenation laws long before the Jews took over its media: historical facts that American racialists ignore because they debunk their Judeo-reductionist paradigm.[1]

However, it isn’t clear, about the two mixed couples I saw, that they have already sinned against the holy spirit of life (once a mongrel baby is conceived, the sin can no longer be forgiven and the whole family would have to be sent to Auschwitz II).

Not long after I saw the third mixed couple pass by, but I didn’t have time to take a picture of them. The lack of real hatred among white nationalists is what I can’t stand—except Pierce, who dedicated one of his novels to a serial killer of mixed couples. (In conquered Austria these poor devils don’t have a First Amendment; a book like Pierce’s could never be published here!).

If I write harsh things in this entry it is because where I sat, so close to the elegant theatre that the teenage Adolf visited, would be hallowed ground in a world where the good guys would have won. It is a real sacrilege the sight of so many coloureds here.

However, I did get to see two women who could perfectly well have modelled Maxfield Parrish for one of his ‘nymphs on the rocks’ paintings. I also felt very good when a white woman passed by carrying her white baby on her chest. This reminds me of something I omitted when I visited Berlin’s Jewish Quarter: a very touristy place. I saw an Aryan couple with a couple of small children with pinkish-white skin and the most Scandinavian hair one could imagine: a very comforting moment for me, one of the very few good moments of the trip! But the number of non-whites I saw in Vienna never ceased to amaze me, even if it was impossible to tell who were tourists and who were residents.

Before taking the bus to my hotel, I made enquiries at the Vienna State Opera, which was showing Lohengrin in a couple of days. A pity, as I had scheduled that day to go to Munich. I entertained the idea of changing my plans but I was a slave to the day I was already scheduled in Frankfurt to return to the American continent. I still wanted to change my plans but I remembered what, a decade earlier, had happened to me at Shakespeare’s Globe in London: they put on black actors. Would the Germans do a similar sacrilege with Lohengrin, whose lavish 1936 production delighted Hitler?

So I didn’t change my plans and headed back to my hotel. I was struck by the graffiti on the other side of the street: inconceivable if patriotic Austrians and Germans had prevailed in the war. After some rest, instead of seeing Wagner’s grandiose opera in a couple of days, I went more modestly to Schönbrunn Palace to listen to some waltzes. Before entering the palace I spent some time in the very beautiful and well-kept palace gardens (all this will disappear, of course, when the Austrian Aryan disappears).

I would like to add something about these beautiful palace gardens. It hurts to see young women, beautiful Aryan women, walking alone there. They should be married, walking with their husbands and with children as beautiful as they are. But this is the world bequeathed to us by the individualistic liberalism imposed by the American Diktat. Then I left the gardens and headed for the concert hall.

I took this picture before the performance because, once the concert started, we were no longer allowed to photograph them. My fears about Lohengrin might have been well-founded! During the waltzes a duo appeared: a good-looking Aryan male and the Nigerian-born but Austrian-educated soprano, Bibiana Nwobilo. In several waltzes they embraced and the singer even kissed the hand of this female with her afro hair….

I never applauded the pieces in which the Nigerian sang, despite her excellent voice. What shocked me was that there were Viennese older than me: Aryans whose parents may have fought for Hitler, but they applauded with pleasure. If these guys had any vestige of Lebenskraft left, they simply wouldn’t attend any concert starring non-Aryans. All these people are victims of what I call the ‘ogre of the superego’: the perennial anti-Nazi propaganda that goes to the core of the Austrian soul with the same virulence that Monica’s frequent harangues struck young Augustine. The infinite power over the normies of the omnipresent propaganda that reigns in these lands never ceases to amaze me…

The next day I continued sightseeing in Vienna.

To the humiliation of German speakers, here is another monument commemorating the Russian fallen in the Second World War. Kenneth Clark was right: to understand a culture, look at its architecture, including monuments, for there is nothing even remotely commemorating the German or Austrian heroes who fell in that war, or even their children. The millions of men, women and children killed by the Allies are worth zero. By contrast, in the zeitgeist at work, the Jewish victims have infinite value. The fact that urban guerrillas have not dynamited these monuments speaks of the ubiquity of zero Lebenskraft in the collective Aryan unconscious. The System has them controlled by pleasure, as Kerry Bolton saw so well about the degenerate Westerner, and Vienna has a very high standard of living.

I passed the avenue where, before WW2, the richest Jews lived, where we see an equestrian statue of an Austrian who fought against Napoleon. The opera house where Lohengrin was to be performed the next day was badly damaged by Allied bombing. Not far from there we can see statues of Goethe and Mozart; it is also a museum area. Further on we see the Parliament and it is refreshing to see the statue of Pallas Athena. But not far from there the Vienna quack (Freud) had his favourite café! Beethoven lived in Vienna for a while and in this theatre they premiered the Eroica Symphony, which made a tremendous impact on the pubescent boy I was decades ago:

Due to flooding, the Danube was divided into parts in Vienna. On the Danube Canal, an area that had also been badly damaged by gringo bombs in WW2, I saw an LGBT flag (the antithesis of the Nazi flag). It reminded me of the Ukrainian flags I had seen in government offices in Berlin.

Then I visited the so-called District II, a very large neighbourhood where Vienna’s Jews live. The district had been founded by Leopold I in the 17th century: the third largest community of European Jews after the districts of Warsaw and Budapest. The National Socialists weren’t like the Christian Leopold: they destroyed all sixty existing synagogues. This had been the area where Johann Strauss, the composer of The Blue Danube, lived: a sort of anthem of Austria that was also my love since 1968, when I was ten years old, thanks to Karl Böhm’s superb conduction.

Not far away is the huge church of Francis of Assisi. Christian ethics affects not only whites but also mestizos on the other side of the Atlantic. Mexico was the only country to protest when Hitler annexed Austria to his Reich. Even before that, the Austro-Hungarian empire was huge and its capital was Vienna, a far cry from the times of the lobotomised eunuchs I saw on this trip. In fact, a century ago Vienna was the third largest city in Europe, after London and Paris.
 

The Jew’s trip

There are several anti-Nazi monuments in Austria. On this day my tour guide also had a Scandinavian name, Ulrique, a woman:

Like Björn in Dresden, Ulrique repeated the talking points of the anti-Nazi regime. While my intention in Berlin and Dresden had been to discuss with Aryan males, on a paid tour it is impossible to do so: one simply has to follow the guide like a sheep wherever she leads us. When Ulrique said things that obfuscated me by pointing out what this monument to the victims of the Jewish holocaust meant, I took my camera up to the sky to photograph it. Because I was looking up I didn’t notice another monument on the ground: a monument dedicated to the Jews who, after the annexation of Austria, were humiliated by the state by being forced to clean the floors of Vienna’s streets.

The Jewish statue acted as a tripwire while I was photographing the other monument and I took a tremendous tumble! In the seconds after the fall I even thought that the blow had wiped out all the photos of my cell-phone I have been posting in this series! Ten days after the event, my left leg still bears the imprint of the bruise that resulted from the blow that even hit my left cheekbone on the concrete when I fell!

A Spanish woman came to pick up my notes where I wrote about my experiences in Vienna. I got up ashamed for not having seen the kneeling Jew ‘cleaning’ the street. Then, still following this tour of the anti-Nazi Ulrique, we entered the palace and museum of the Empress of Austria Elisabeth of Bavaria (‘Sissi’): a woman who took cocaine, of whom I don’t want to say much more except that her biography proves that, after Uncle Adolf, the monarchical system seems to us pure stupidity; and that only a racist dictator has the right to absolute power.

Leaving the museum of this emperor’s wife, I came upon the centre of Austria’s political power; that is, those who give licence to guides like Ulrique to say things that greatly obfuscate dissidents like yours truly. I was at the centre of Austria’s anti-Aryan regime that gradually exterminates its people through miscegenation—not exactly Hitler’s dream during the Anschluss…!

The neurotic Sissi, whose favourite poet was the Jew Heinrich Heine, is adored even in Hungary. Tell me who you adore and I will tell you who you are. Tell me who you hate and I will tell you who you are. No wonder Europeans are the way they are with such philias and phobias. Then I went alone to the busy pedestrian street near the Opera House that young Adolf was visiting to look, once again, at the people crossing it.

I have the impression that they are all white trash. Not in a genetic sense but in a moral sense. To paraphrase Eduardo Velasco, the contemporary European knows neither pain, nor honour, nor blood, nor war, nor sacrifice, nor comradeship, nor respect, nor combat; and therefore he doesn’t know the ancient Goddesses: Glory and Victory. I see zero nobility in the contemporary European. Zero courage. Zero honesty or curiosity to discover the true history of the Second World War.

It irritated me to see young women of childbearing age in the pedestrian street, stupefied with their mobile phones, walking and leading a life of their own instead of being, as in the beautiful Vienna era, showing off their husbands and children. Let there be no doubt: the Western lifestyle of our century is pure, straightforward ethnic suicide.

Demoralised at that sight, as well as the huge number of non-whites and whites fraternising with them, I took refuge on a park bench in front of a beautiful tree.

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[1] That American racialists see the speck in the other’s eye and not the log in their own is evident in these facts:

1688: Four Quakers sign antislavery petition in Germantown, Pennsylvania.

1770s: Denial of negro mental inferiority becoming common place in antislavery circles. Benjamin Franklin thought Negroes ‘not deficient in natural understanding’, though Alexander Hamilton seemed less certain when he remakred that ‘their natural faculties are perhaps probably as good as ours’.

1775-1783: Negro soldiers participate in virtually every major military action of the American Revolution.

1780: Pennsylvania adopts a gradual ‘emancipation law’. In this context, emancipation was any effort to procure economic, social or political rights/equality to Negroes.

1785: The New York assembly passes a gradual emancipation bill which would have barred Negroes from the ‘polls’ (voting in today’s vocabulary) and from marrying whites, but the state senate objected to the intermarriage clause because ‘in so important a connection they thought the free subjects of this State ought to be left to their free choice’.

1851: New Iowa constitution omits its anti-miscegenation clause.

1871: Mississippi outlawed anti-miscegenation (State Code).

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Budapest

27th and 28th April

Before arriving in Budapest the bus made a stop where I got off and touched the trunks of three beautiful trees with the palm of my hand. I felt like I was in paradise with that vegetation. I said to myself that I belonged in these latitudes: far away from the ‘Neanderthalesque’ tropical vegetation of the village where I now live.

The architectural beauty of Budapest impressed me much more than that of Prague, especially the views on both sides of the Danube on a cruise I took at night, from where I could see all the illuminated buildings and palaces, and where I had a glass of red wine. I had never seen so much architectural beauty except many years ago when I visited Venice. But as I explained in my previous post, we are not here to talk about the good things in Europe but the bad things, so I won’t add as many pictures of the beautiful capital of Hungary as I did of the Czech capital.

I stayed in a hotel on the Pest side of the Danube, and then toured its boulevards, Opera House, Parliament, Synagogue and St Stephen’s Basilica. In the afternoon I went to the Buda side of the city, and climbed Castle Hill with its magnificent views. But let’s take it one step at a time.

Arriving in Budapest I was surprised not to see any street posters of niggers on the streets, which I had seen in Germany and the Czech Republic (not to mention my previous trips to English-speaking countries!). Hungarians may be Christian, but it is atheistic hyper-Christianity that accelerates the Aryan self-hatred. As I arrived late in the evening, I went to the outskirts of the big city to a restaurant in the middle of the forest where they served traditional Hungarian food.

The next day, the first thing I visited was one of the most important places in the city, Heroes’ Square.

I was struck by the fourth king if we count the kings from the left. He was the father of St Elizabeth, a woman whose compassion for the dispossessed was a Christian preamble to the out-group neochristian altruism that the West suffers from today. St Elisabeth of Hungary is also venerated in German-speaking countries. The sculpture of the father of this woman revered by Hungarians, Austrians and Germans holds in his hands a document, the Golden Bull, which was the nation’s first written constitution (the one on the right was another king who also had another ‘saintly’ daughter).

The first sculpture depicts Stephen I of Hungary (997-1038), who brought Christian infection to this land, a religion whose Apostle didn’t distinguish between Aryan, Jew and sandnigger.

On this trip, which included the people of Budapest, I corroborated much of what I said about white trash from Himmler’s and my POV. The Nordic race is the paradigm of the Aryan. In other words, architectural art may be the frame of the West, but pure Nordic or English DNA is its canvas. A splendid frame with a bad canvas may have artistic value, but it doesn’t move us to sacrifice our lives for the cause.

Here we see the coronation of Franz Joseph. In a world where the Aryan, not the Jewish archetype reigned, no king would be seen kneeling before a Judeo-Christian bishop.

The Danube, which divides Budapest in twain, is one of the most important rivers in Europe. It flows through ten countries, including Germany, and empties into the Black Sea. Churchill urinated in the Danube in 1945. If the good guys had won the war, these days it wouldn’t be the Russians celebrating victory but the Germans. But the pungent smell of Churchill’s urine still permeates the masses of white trash I have seen on this trip. So trashy are today’s whites that they made a monument, beside the Danube, to the Jews shot not by the Nazis but by the JQ-conscious Hungarians.

It is said that there were twenty thousand, but when they ran out of bullets they started using ropes to kill the first Jew and throw him into the then freezing Danube to drag the others tied up. The monument is called the ‘shoe zone’.

I even heard one of the many tour guides use the word ‘holocaust’ when referring to the event.

This Christ appears outside St Stephen’s Basilica in Budapest. I repeat: to cure the white man of his false guilt, his Judeo-Christian monuments must be torn down. That will be Kalki’s revenge for what the Christians did to the Greco-Roman temples.

This monument I visited, ‘Liberators of Budapest’, which honours the Soviet soldiers in the 1945 battle, is in front of the American embassy and shows how, despite Hungarians commemorating the patriots of 1956, the anti-Nazi narrative is never questioned. No, Viktor Orbán is not one of us. Look at this other monument he had built, not far from the one the Soviets put up:

Orbán’s monument is dedicated to the ‘victims of the German invasion’, when in fact the government gladly collaborated with the Nazis. The eagle represents the Third Reich and, the archangel below, Hungary: a falsification of history because, as I have just said, it was the JQ-conscious Hungarians who perpetrated their little holocaust.

Here, below Orbán’s monument, we see the Jewish victims. When I took this picture I was no longer by the Danube but in the park near the American embassy.

Originally the Hungarians refused to be Christianised. Gerard of Csanád was the first bishop to preach in the city. Like the Jews who almost a millennium later were thrown into the Danube, those aware of the CQ put Gerard in a barrel and threw him into the Danube in 1046. This was a time when the aforementioned Stephen I wanted to convert his people to the worship of the Jewish god. Now the Hungarians worship St Gerard and a hill beside the Danube in Budapest is named after him.

As always, if the Aryan is to be saved, all these ‘holy place’ names will have to be changed. In fact, throwing the first bishop of Budapest into the Danube in a barrel would now have to be done with the new bishop of Rome, who belongs to the most progressive wing of the Vatican, if we want to preserve the DNA of pure Aryanism. See for example this aberration I saw inside the church at the corner of the hotel where I was staying: a mongrel recreation of the best-known painting of St Francis of Assisi.

It is the command to love the enemy, a la St Francis, that is screwing the minds of these Catholics. When Bela IV reigned there were only a handful of survivors left after the Khan’s invasion. But the city doesn’t preach hatred of the Mongols. They should hate them and also the Allies who bombed Budapest in WW2. It is worth mentioning that on that day I also passed by the elegant mansion where Orbán has his residence. Curiously, the word ‘Karmelita’ appears there after the order of the Discalced Carmelite nuns.