The problem when you reject the “lost souls” of our race is that many if these individuals have children. Not yet broken. Not yet ruined. Not yet soiled. Not yet “educated” (read: brainwashed) into worthlessness. Not yet as useless, destructive, self-hating and suicidal as their parents.
You can always argue that today we all have access to basically all information. We can all educate ourselves, if we want to. We can perfectly well “vaccinate” ourselves against their venomous lies, and thus become impervious to their mind plagues. If we don’t, it is our own fault, right? We are all responsible for our own lives. No excuses. If you are 30+ years old today and still push their (….) agenda, then I say f*** you. You will get what you deserve, when this house of shit comes falling down on top of your head. However, if you are 16 -20 years old and have started to push their agenda, you can still wake up. Your brain, your heart and your backbone have probably not rotted away completely yet. If you are a child…. then you are not yet responsible for your own education. You are still under the control of others. You are not yet free to do what is right.
When we wisely give up the Soros-agents, the ***-worshipping human waste, the weaklings kneeling to their idols, the gender-confused mental-cases, the broken, the perverse, the suicidal, etc. that is one thing, but we cannot give up on our young. Most of them probably are or will become worthless scum too, just like their parents most likely already are, but it is, I believe, our duty to enable them a chance to find their way through the darkness of the spreading desert, and back to their roots. Back to nature. Back to life. Back to the divine. Back to the “religion of the blood”. Back to their ancestral heritage.
We have no access to the educational institutions in this sick world. Nor can we shine light into their minds via the MSM, and most of the time not even on social media – at least not the social media where most of them end up. But we can shine bright from a distance. Like a beacon. Like a lighthouse, guiding ships through dangerous waters. They are young and vulnerable, and they might well need a little help to find the right way.
We can let them know that we exist. We can let them know that there is an alternative. Show them your perseverance, your success, your happiness, your abilities, your skills, your strength. Show them that in spite of what the goblin rulers of this world say or do, we still exist, proudly, and we are not affected by their poison.
They arrest you? Harass you? Imprison you for years? Shut down your bank accounts? Throw you out from your home? Character murder you in public, over and over again? Throw huge fines at you? They troll and shut down your social media accounts? They tell everyone that you are “racist” and “dangerous” etc.? They boycott everything you do? They take away civil rights from you? They even put you in history books and slander you there too?
You know, what do they achieve, when you after all that still do just fine in life? What does this say to all those who are told that people like you are the rejects and losers of society?
Yes, show the young that they have an alternative to living in the reeking cesspool of the global village. Show that there is still strength left in our race. Show that what has been right for hundreds of thousands of years still works and still is right.
Family and Tradition. Blood and Soil. Honour and Duty.
Work hard. Survive. Thrive. Shine. Inspire. Those individuals worth anything at all will see the light from your lighthouse and adjust their course. The rest? Who cares? Let them sail into the abyss and go extinct. Good riddance. Let them drown in their own vomit. Each man gets what he deserves.
The world has changed. Not by our hands. Not by our thoughts. Not without our resistance.
What used to be high ideals are now cast into the deepest mud and trampled on. Light is now darkness. Darkness is now light. Love is now hatred. Hatred is now love. The tallest mountain is now the deepest sea. The deepest sea is now the tallest mountain. All taboos have been broken. All justice destroyed. All truth spat upon. All that was pure has been soiled.
Like a tidal wave this filth washes over the Earth and defiles all who stand in its way. Mankind is thrown into a pit filled with stupidity, cowardice, perversion, dishonesty, greed, ignorance, mental disease, cruelty, hatred and bile. The end is nigh.
I resisted. Let that be known to all who read this: I did all I could to stop this, using all the means available to me. When I was knocked down, I got back up, and kept resisting. For a long time, I tried to hold back the tidal wave….
But I was washed away. It was to no avail. It was folly! When I tried to help the others wading around in this sea of shit, I was met with scorn and hatred. They spat at me, called me a “racist” and an “anti-Semite” and other strange name.
Bruised, injured, weakened, soiled, exhausted and barely able to walk, eventually I waded for higher ground. I made it to a little hill & climbed it. Always looking back at all those I cared for, who remained in the disgusting cesspit behind me. The hardest thing to accept was that they remained there of their own free will. Nobody forced them to. They too could head for higher ground, but they chose not to.
Rats will always prefer to live in a sewer, I guess.
Well, I made it. I sit here on my little hill, safe from their filth and bile. Silenced, ignored and character-assassinated so thoroughly that nobody will even look for a second my way, I sit here and look out on the world and all the creatures in it. I understand that my resistance was futile. I understand that this world deserves to drown in its own filth. Those who deserve to live, those who wish to live have already run to the hills. They will prevail. Or some of them anyhow.
A new and better world will be born, free from their filth and free from all who welcome and embrace it.
As you might know, I have burnt most bridges in life, and most of the time I knew very well what I was doing, and I did it of my own free will. Quite often it was done to force myself into a situation that would make me do the right thing. You see, if you burn all the bridges except the one leading to where you should go, then you cannot go wrong. You have no choice. You have to do what is right. Even if you are afraid to. Even if you don’t think it will turn out well. Even if you really would like an easier route every now and then. I made sure I did and not least said the right thing.
I find comfort in the thought that one day what I did and said will be appreciated (not only by fellow dissidents).