When you love someone, you must tell him when he is in the wrong. You have a duty to do so. And so it is out of love for my people that I criticize the various corrosive ideologies and devious individuals being celebrated by my White brothers.
Our people have many a burden laid upon us. More than we can count. As it is left to the common man to accept his lot, until he is driven t0 action by men of a higher conscience, it is those who recognize that problems exist upon whom nature has laid the responsibility of addressing them. When the problems are recognized, however, their magnitude is such that solutions are never plain, even to those of a particularly perceptive nature. So it is that the Jew is able to spin us round, in his chamber of noise.
It is he, that devil, that serpent, who has crawled around on his belly, striking our heels for thousands of years, and it is he, who when the chance was given him, used the machines of this modern age to attempt to exterminate us completely, that none may stand against him.
All that is left for us is the War, that oldest of wars, that War between the light and the dark, that War that has always been ours, since we lit the first fire and were forever to be the bearers of that light. That War is our blessing and our curse, brothers, and it is our home. It is only through this eternal struggle of light against the darkness that we can ever find peace. In our discontent, we have let the darkness gather, and so it is that we must rise.
Never would I fault my brother for having been deceived by the lies of that most dispicable of races, nor do I wish to engage in a battle of ego with him. I wish only for him to come home. Surely, God has grace enough to spare for his children, and just as such, I welcome with open arms any of my kin who wishes to come back to where he belongs. Back to the War.
This world has been hard on us. Everything is stacked against us, brothers. He who rose as our Champion, that Avatar of Light and Truth, was defeated by that Eternal and Satanic force, and so it was that we were born into occupied territory. Now our enemy, he who is the darkness, surrounds us every second, from the instant we are conceived. There is nothing left for us but fire and blood, death and glory. Nothing left but the War.
We are one, you and I, having both emerged from that frozen womb, when the world was young. Remember when we were born in that coldest place, when God colored us like the driven snow to mark the purity of our souls.
Remember who you are, and come home, White man. Come home to the War.
It is for our children, and their children, and their’s after them, it is for their mothers, the Aryan woman, that most beautiful of all the works of Divine Creation, and it is for the very Earth we stand on, she who has always been our mother, that we must crush our enemies. It is in the name of our fathers that we fight, for it was they who ensured our existence by lighting this fire so very long ago. It is the most divine of duties that we carry this torch until the sun itself burns out.