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ᛋ14/88ᛋ (above all) 卐 Reading List: -Might Is Right -Bill Rise (MIR Power Hour Podcasts) -Siege -Linder -Turner Diaries KD Rebel -Hunter -Culture of Critique -The protocols of the learned elders of zion -Degenerate Moderns -Rockwell -Nature's Eternal Religion -88 Precepts Let the world burn. There are no innocents. There is only a long line of muds and RT's waiting to kill whitey. Might makes Right not Right makes Might. (Lesson-- White survival is not assured) Quotes: "Violence is the mother of all change." A.B.B. “Those who make peaceful revolution impossible will make violent revolution inevitable." J.F.K. "Weak propaganda attracts weak people." B.R. “I am not sorry, I have not shed a tear for the innocent people I killed.” “I would like to make it crystal clear I do not regret what I did.” “I do feel sorry for the innocent white children forced to live in this sick country and I do feel sorry for the innocent white people that are killed daily at the hands of the lower races. I have shed a tear of self-pity for myself.” “I feel pity that I had to do what I did in the first place. I feel pity that I had to give up my life because of a situation that should never have existed.” D.S.R. 87 FFF ᛋᛋ In this arid wilderness of steel and stone I raise up my voice that you may hear. To the East and to the West I beckon. To the North and to the South I show a sign — Proclaiming, "Death to the weakling, wealth to the strong." Open your eyes that you may hear, O! men of mildewed minds and listen to me, ye laborious millions! For I stand forth to challenge the wisdom of the world; to interrogate the "laws" of man and of "God." I request reasons for your Golden Rule and ask the why and wherefore of your ten Commands. Before none of your printed idols do I bend in acquiescence and he who saith "thou shalt" to me is my mortal foe. I demand proof over all things, and accept (with reservations) even that which is true. I dip my forefinger in the watery blood of your impotent mad-redeemer (your Divine Democrat— your Hebrew Madman) and write over his thorn-torn brow, "The true Prince of Evil — the King of the Slaves!" No hoary falsehood shall be a truth to me — no cult or dogma shall encamp my pen. I break away from all conventions. Alone, untrammeled. I raise up in stern invasion the standard of Strong. I gaze into the glassy eye of your fearsome Jehovah, and pluck him by the beard — I uplift a broad-axe and split open his worm-eaten skull. I blast out the ghastly contents of philosophic whited sepulchres and laugh with sardonic wrath. Then reaching up the festering and varnished facades of your haughtiest moral dogmas, I write thereon in letters of blazing scorn: — "Lo and behold, all this is fraud!" I deny all things! I question all things! And yet! And yet! — — Gather around me O! ye death-defiant and the earth itself shall be thine, to have and to hold. What is your 'civilization and progress' if its only outcome is hysteria and downgoing? What is 'government and law' if their ripened harvests are men without sap? What are 'religions and literatures' if their grandest productions are hordes of faithful slaves? What is 'evolution and culture' if their dead-sea-fruit is a caitiff race, with rotteness in its bones. --MIR 卐
Southern Pissrael, Dharhea District
Jun 2017
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