Look at this thing, his low T female voice is disgusting as he supposedly a male. These leftist are very easy to pick out in a line up when the times comes to exterminate them from the planet. They all have similar fagerty voices, they all virtue signal, they are ALL weak and pathetic, wiping them from the gene pool would be a blessing from our lord kek. The bald head with the full beard, hipster clothing, ASK him if he knows the eternal 14 words, he will not, a swift death for he and his offspring, his woman to the whore house. Cleanse the weak, exterminate the Marxist, burn the non-white world, take back what is yours by birth alone.
might makes right!
ALL ELSE IS ERROR
The natural world is a world of war; the natural man is a
warrior; the natural law is tooth and claw. All else is error. A
condition of combat everywhere exists. We are born into perpetual
conflict. It is our inheritance, even as it was the heritage of previous
generations. This ‘condition of combat’ may be disguised with the
holy phrases of St. Francis, or the soft deceitful doctrines of a
Kropotkin or Tolstoi, but it cannot be eventually evaded by any
human being or any tribe of human beings. It is there and it stays
there, and each man (whether he will or not) has to reckon with it.
It rules all things; it governs all things; it reigns over all things and
it decides all who imagine policemanized populations,
internationally regulated tranquillity, and State organized
industrialism so joyful, blessed and divine.
See those eyes? see where the cuck places his hand? (both are cucks) The way he positions his lips while another man whispers in his ear, the cuck betrays himself simply by his gestures, his everyday behaviors, each a tale-tale sign of his inner corruption, the lack of a human soul.
Might Makes RIGHT!
All ethics, politics and philosophies are pure assumptions,
built upon assumptions. They rest on no sure basis. They are but
shadowy castles-in-the-air erected by day-dreamers, or by rogues,
upon nursery fables. It is time they were firmly planted upon an
enduring foundation. This can never be accomplished until the
racial mind has first been thoroughly cleansed and drastically
disinfected of its depraved, alien, and demoralizing concepts of
right and wrong. In no human brain can sufficient space be found,
for the relentless logic of hard fact, until all pre-existent delusions
have been finally annihilated. Half measures are of no avail, we
must go down to the very roots and tear them out, even to the last
fibre. We must be, like nature, hard, cruel, relentless.
Too long the dead hand has been permitted to sterilize living
thought— too long, right and wrong, good and evil, have been
inverted by false prophets. In the days that are at hand, neither
creed nor code must be accepted upon authority, human,
superhuman or ‘divine.’ (Morality and conventionalism are for
subordinates.) Religions and constitutions and all arbitrary
principles, every mortal theorem, must be deliberately put to the
question. No moral dogma must be taken for granted — no standard
of measurement deified. There is nothing inherently sacred about
moral codes. Like the wooden idols of long ago, they are all the
work of human hands, and what man has made, man can destroy.
He that is slow to believe anything and everything is of
great understanding, for belief in one false principle, is the
beginning of all. unwisdom. The chief duty of every new age is to
up-raise new men to determine its liberties, to lead it towards
material success — to rend (as it were) the rusty padlocks and chains
of dead custom that always prevent healthy expansion. Theories
and ideals and constitutions, that may have meant life and hope,
and freedom, for our ancestors, may now mean destruction, slavery
and dishonor to us. As environments change, no human ideal can
Exterminate the WEAK CUCK.
There is no obligation upon any man to passive obedience,
when his life, his liberty, and his property are threatened by
footpad, assassins or statesman.
“Society works because its members are prepared to ‘take hits for the team’. For the past 50 years, men have been expected to take all the hits while women take none. Men do all the most dangerous jobs, get shafted in no-fault divorce settlements, are arbitrarily imprisoned in pseudo-correctional rape factories, have little control over their reproductive labour, live shorter and less healthy lives, are far more prone to suicide and homelessness – yet Anglo-American society still expects them to ‘man up’ and take all the hits while giving nothing back in return.
Relampago Furioso deftly describes the situation in words fit for the ages:
Traditionally, for our peaceful participation in society and going along with its schemes, men have been awarded control and decision-making status over women, family and society. This has been loosely defined as a social contract in civilized societies from Greece and Rome to present day Western society. The crucial part of this “social contract” that statists are so fond of referring to, was that for participating in society, being subjected to its legal demands, and supporting it, men received certain incentives. These incentives include:
- Culturally and legally enforced female monogamy
- Guaranteed paternity
- Decision making authority as the head of the household
- Exclusive sexual access to a wife, i.e. a virgin bride
- As house-band (husband) culturally and legally enforced obligation for wives to remain in the relationship (i.e. no flightiness or “finding herself”)
- Culturally and legally enforced responsibility for women to be good mothers
- As defined in the Christian bible, the responsibility of a woman to respect and obey her husband
In exchange for these accommodations, men were expected to give their lives and their labor for the protection and benefit of their wives, families, and communities. However, since feminism the incentives for men to go along with the deal have been removed, while the demands for men to sacrifice their lives and their labor for the benefit of society have increased.
Might Makes RIGHT!
Human rights and wrongs are not determined by Justice, but
by Might. Disguise it as you may, the naked sword is still king-
maker and king-breaker, as of yore. All other theories are lies and —
Therefore! If you would conquer wealth and honor, power
and fame, you must be practical, grim, cool, and merciless. You
must ride to success (by preference) over the necks of your foemen.
Their defeat is your strength. Their downfall is your uplifting. Only
the powerful can be free, and Power is non-moral. Life is real, life
is earnest, and neither heaven nor hell its final goal. And love, and
joy, and birth, and death, and fate, and strife, shall be forever.
This earth is a vast whirl of warring atoms — a veritable
revolving cock-pit. Each molecule, each animal, fights for its life.
you must fight for yours, or surrender. Look well to it, therefore,
that your beaks and spurs, your fangs and claws are as sharp as
steel, and as effective as science can make them.
Though, the survival of the strongest is the logic of events,
yet personal cowardice is the great vice of our demoralized age.
Cowardice is corroding the brain and blood of our race, but men
have learnt to disguise this terrible infirmity, behind the canting
whine of ‘humanity’ and ‘goodness.’ Words flow instead of blood,
and terrible insults are exchanged, instead of terrible blows.
The weak, pathetic, virtue signaling, degenerate beta white male, the traitorous kin who open the gates of our civilization to the enemy, who betray their ancestors for their own emotional weakness. They must be wiped from the gene-pool for their own good. Give them what is truly in their heart, a dying wish to see their own end, for they hate themselves and their own existence, dispatch them from this world, take no pity upon these animals.
Might Makes RIght!
Is the Golden Rule a rational rule?— Is it not rather a menial
rule — a coward rule — a best-policy rule? Why is it ‘right’ for one
man to do unto others as he would have others do to him and, what
is right? If ‘others’ are unable to injure him or ‘do good’ to him,
why should he consider them at all? Why should he take any more
notice of them than of so many worms? If they are endeavoring to
injure him and able to do it, why should he refrain from returning
the compliment? Should he not combat them, does not that give
them carte-blanche to injure and destroy him? May it not be ‘doing
good’ to others, to war against them, to annihilate them? May it not,
also, be ‘good’ for them to war against others? (Again, what is
Is it reasonable to ask preying animals to do unto others as
they would be done by? If they acted accordingly, would they,
could they survive? If some only accepted the Golden Rule as their
guiding moral maxim, would they not become a prey to those who
refuse to abide thereby?
Upon what reasonable and abiding sanction does this ‘Rule’
rest? — Has it ever been in actual operation among men? — Can it
ever be successfully practiced on earth— or anywhere else?
“Love one another” you say is the supreme law, but what
power made it so? — Upon what rational authority does the Gospel
of Love rest? — Is it even possible to practice, and what would
result from its universal application to active affairs? Why should I
not hate mine enemies, and hunt them down like the wild beasts
that they are? I ask again, why? If I ‘love’ them, does that not place
me at their mercy? Is it natural for enemies to ‘do good’ unto each
other and, what is ‘good?’ Can the torn and bloody victim ‘love’ the
blood-splashed jaws that rend it limb from limb? Are we not all
predatory animals by instinct? If humans ceased wholly from
preying upon each other, could they continue to exist?
“Love your enemies and do good to them that hate you and
despitefully use you” is the despicable philosophy of the spaniel
that rolls upon its back when kicked. Obey it, O! Reader and you
and all your posterity to the tenth generation shall be irretrievably
and literally damned.
This Weakness in the west must be eliminated, white men must be men of iron, men of courage, men of strength, men who have the will to do what MUST be done to save our race, and exterminate the enemy.
I LEAVE YOU WITH THIS:
Fill Your Hearts With Hate
Some may say it is time to love. To this I agree. But what value is your love if you do not HATE also it’s antithesis? To that which you love, what ends would you go in protecting it? What vast stretches of terrain would you cross and what number of menacing tormentors would you slaughter to secure your love’s safety? How many would you kill modern male? If I say that I love someone, would I not hate anything attempting to harm them? If I did not furiously hate and viciously attack anything which threatens the object of my love, what value then is my love?
Love is important and it can be very powerful. But what we need more of is not love, but HATE. Hatred is one of the most powerful motivators that any man can ever possess. Love may fill you with warm fuzzies and cause the sunset to seem all pretty and shit. Yet hatred will bear you across the darkest waters, scale you over the most treacherous peaks and like a demon out of hell propel you into the farthest corners of the earth. Just to find the last mother fucker who ever wronged you and yours.
To savor that final moment, watching helpless eyes go dead when you triumphantly choke the fucking life out of them.
Yes modern male. Embrace your HATRED! If you feel disgust towards the weak and you are repulsed by the crude. Do not try and smother the flames of a beautiful hatred. No. You must hate so ferociously! Hatred is like rocket fuel for motivation. You need enemies. Show me a man with no enemies and I will show you a weak man. Only the strong have enemies. Only the strong have the right to hate.
Is there blood in you that boils so hot? Are there flames of the purest hatred kindled in your smoldering heart? Feel it’s power my friends. Experience the rush of anger enliven your entire body with incomprehensible energy. A quickening that surges through your being limitless and electric.
There is a dragon in there you see. That ancient terror your ancestors knew.
Do you know exactly what fills you up with the most powerful hate? If not I would say that you also don’t know what it means to love deeply.
By embracing your hatred, you galvanize yourself against anything that would oppose or harm that which you love most deeply.
Give Them The World They’ve Asked For
What is going on these days in the hearts of the crass if not the abject clamor for ultimate judgement to be brought down on their deserving heads? They know somewhere in that infected brain they only exist because of the productivity and misguided benevolence of others. They must project their self hatred and inner loathing onto you. Allow this to fuel your hatred for the weak.
Welcome the flames that rise in a heart longing for Beauty, Truth and Justice.
Likewise when the repugnant and degenerate hate you it is surely a glorious victory. When the seething masses point their piss weak fingers, do not hide. With fury, with hatred, allow the boiling blood of your ancestors to rise like fire and rain hell on all of your fated foes.
While the Dragon sleeps, feed him slowly in boiling blood and swirling Hatred. Never forgetting. Dreaming deep and slumbering furious under crimson lakes. Awaiting the day he will sleep no longer. When terror and horror grip the feeble hearts of the doomed and stupid. When you shall give to a pathetic world, every last fucking wish it begged for. Indeed the modern world has asked for Savage Men. We will give it to them!
The righteous breath of fire to incinerate for once and all entitled rats nipping away at your heels.
Yes! May all the Sleeping Dragons rise.
May the weak tremble and the earth shake.
For Judgement is surely coming!
Woe Unto The Weak
The Sun has set upon the west. The night is creeping in. Let the howling at the moon begin.
Close your eyes and look inside. Gaze into the dark within. Peer into the murky mists where demons lurk and phantoms hide.
Can you, can you see? Into the darkest side of thee?
A river of blood rushes proud through time. Running hot inside your flesh. Red pools surge with vitality. Carrying on it’s wake all the sorrows and triumphs of your ancestors. Feel their blood inside of you. Hear them call out from the depths. You have been terribly wronged modern male. Hear the cries of thousands of years rage within you. Endless tears of anguish and fretful sorrows carried through time and flesh. The hopes and dreams of the honored dead. Longing for a hero to rise with your blood and name. All their desperate pleas for retribution. Their voices rise like heat waves within your boiling rivers. Lighting a fire so terribly hot inside.
Vengeance is yours to take!
Sense the Dragon stir so restless. The collected rage of a thousand years and ten thousand sorrows.
Fumes are spitting through nostrils heated.
Crown yourself atop the vanquished seated.
Avenger of the blood so needed.
That blood that runs inside of you is the vigorous life of your entire line. Never forget.
How hard is your hate?
How deep is your love?
How far are you wiling to go?
Become a Savage
Embrace Your Destiny and Live
Look into the deepest void of your soul and you will see that I am right.
The fire rises.