End of the World as We Know It
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βThe Perfume of Rosesβ (1902)
By Irish-American artist Charles Courtney Curran (1861-1942)
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Today is a dark blot on what is already one of the ugliest times in our history.
This morning, a beautiful girl I've had the blessing of interacting with passed from the veil of this life, after reaching her breaking point and taking her own life.
Her name was Isla, and she ran the WhiteisRightx chat, one of the most successful and white-pilling chats on Telegram.
She found herself in a position where she genuinely felt she had nobody to turn to, where she had no-one at all.
The last time I spoke with her, she said "It's just horrifying what's going on. I don't even know what to do anymore." and I didn't see it then, and I didn't see it until now.
We, as White Men, as Nationalists, as Aryans, and as so-called protectors of our blood have failed her. We have failed her in a manner that illuminates one of our biggest faults - we have no support for our brothers or sisters.
Isla was an Aryan Sister, and Daughter of Europe and she has left this life because in a world where we claim to be the only thing separating natures truth and a hellish future, we just weren't there.
We spend half the time infighting, the other half shit-posting, and any excess time calling each other feds or faggots.
I want to take an hour from today in which we all reflect upon this tragedy, and know that we dropped the ball - we failed our sisters, our wives, our mothers, and our daughters.
Reflect upon what your actions actually amount to, what you really want to achieve.
Anonymously posting on Telegram is great for a laugh, but we are in the middle of a fucking war.
We are being subjected to genocide every day, and one of the methods this beast system wields so efficiently is to isolate and atomise.
Isla is a victim of a system designed for our destruction, yes.
However, she is a victim of a lack of support, a lack of empathy, and a lack of action by men like myself who consider themselves to be warriors on the front line of this war.
We left our sister behind, and we are responsible to one degree or another for what has happened.
I'd like to take the next half hour, (8.30am EST) and rather than anyone post anything - just take some time to reflect on the actuality of your choices and decisions.
We are in this together, born to the same blood, and we are responsible for one another.
We need to be better, for our people, for our race, for our blood.
For Isla.
Bourbon π₯ πΆ by Jack Hwyte
Baby, remember the way I was tender
When I picked you up in some bar?
You were soakin' and the ground started rollin'
The Law chauffeured us in their car
And do you recall the first time that you fall
In my arms like a drunk China doll?
The taste of the whiskey on your pretty lips
It made me get a-tipsy as well
[C]
Baby don't you tease me
Promise you'll never cheat me
Cure my hangover
Sweeter'n Coca-Cola
My hear it ain't broke anymore...
Darlin', I'll make you my girl and I'm taking you
Out for a twirl on the town
Meet atop Pa's fridge and find us a low bridge
And I'll waltz you into the ground
Now some fellas like their Coors Light
And some Fellas a rosΓ© wine
Me I prefer a strong, coloured girl that
Brings a tear to your eye
[C]
My heart it ain't broke
My cheek it ain't soaked
And my gullet ain't choked anymore...
