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☠️ NOMAD SUB-RACE ☠️ “Look at the Israelis: a fundamentally secular society. They no longer need Judaism because they have land. The legitimate Jew is a traveler, a nomad who has nowhere to drop dead. That's why he 'universalizes' everything. nail, plow a field. He only knows how to buy and sell, invest capital, manipulate markets. He takes the life of a people with solid roots and transforms it into a cosmopolitan culture centered on books, ideas, numbers. The great Jewish minds: Marx , Freud, Einstein. What did they give us? Communism, infantile sexuality and the atomic bomb.” — Danny Balint, The Believer (2001). @Nazigram88

💬 White Jihad: The Jihadification of White Supremacy White supremacist groups such as National Action and the AWD, were the first to promote white jihad in their propaganda. Another example can be found in the neo-Nazi accelerationist magazine Militant Accelerationism, which features a poster that reads “YOU’RE JIHADI JOHN NOW". 📌 GNET ✅ New Right News

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One does not criticize mountains - one climbs them or stays at home. You either quit or keep going. They both hurt. Pick your pain. Nietzsche was probably the first to understand what conventional moralism is: the criticism of mountains by non-climbers. @BasedShitposts

"This time we'll hate, alright - but we'll hate the ENEMY - the vicious gang of colored scum attackers and Jewish-Communist traitors - rather than one part of our own people hating another part for the benefit of the Jews and their army of SCUM!" —George Lincoln Rockwell Rest in peace Commander, your contribution to the fight for our race shall never be forgotten!

Steal your food from the local Walmart ! Threaten, doxx and assault our enemies wherever you can, make their lifes a LIVING HELL! Ignore gun laws, print ghost guns and don't register shit! shamelessly exploit everything the state offers to our benefit and give it nothing in return! To quote James Mason: "If a good cause were enough, we’d have won a long time ago. But it isn’t enough. One of life’s more harsh realities is that in this dirty struggle the ultimate prize will go to he who is the dirtiest. We seem to have fallen for our own propaganda aimed at man’s nobler instincts. We’re supposed to fight “clean.” @SmallCabinEnjoyers🌲

"A righteous infliction of retribution manifested by an appropriate agent. Personified in this case by an ‘orrible cunt… me." @BasedShitposts

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TUESDAY (ACTUALLY THIS TIME) I'll be the first to admit that these daydreams are getting out of hand. I'll also be the first to admit that I'm not sure if I've been sleeping or working out or awake. At this point, I've fallen into what I like to call "a very real but tolerable Hell". This is the kind of existence where reality feels light in weight, not a single thing to ground you. Everything glimmers as if it laid upon the beach midday. Everything is quiet until it's too loud. All electricity hums, echoes, and crashes back into itself. It is invisible alive. Electricity is a ghost. It is bad, this much is obvious. I am physically and mentally lost in the spell. I encourage you to at some point try sleep deprivation as a drug. You will cross paths with yourself. You will see waves of deathwater. Removal of sleep means the sun sets on time, in front of you. - Mike Ma Harassment Architecture Pg 83-84 @MikeMaIMR @MikeMaIMR2

CYCLE DEEPER, SLEEPY SLEEPER Two days in on a standard sleeping schedule with a standard life routine. I never really explained how it goes down because I went off-track 5:00 AM - Wake up refreshed, usually. NAC, sometimes 5:15 AM French-pressed coffee, get ready to lift with warmup 6 or 7:00 AM - I'm generally done working out around this point 7:30 AM-But it can go a bit longer. I don't stop until the sweat builds so heavily in my eyebrows that it pours into my eyes Burning eyes means time to shower soon after. 7:35 AM - Shower. Or did I do this already? Gurgling. 3:30 AM- I'm realizing I've and all of this before and I'm starting to question my stability. I've said this before, right? I'm not wrong to believe this. 3:33 AM - I'm awake at three-thirty in the moming, writhing on the floor in pain. I thought this pile of little white thumbtacks was ibuprofen and I swallowed a handful. The deeper they bury themselves in my digestion tract, the sharper the pain becomes Funny enough, now I could really use some pain pills. I dry heave and blood stains the carpet that's sometimes beneath me, sometimes above me. "Not exactly dry." I say quietly to myself, after a moment of trance. Something pulses in my abdomen. Not thumbtacks, but a sort of gut feeling. Hahaha. It tells me to act. I call my fingers together into an arrowhead shape and jut them through my skin, piercing into my stomach. Inside, I pass yet another layer into what I can only imagine is the intestines. I feel four small thumbtacks. They laugh at me With mischievous smirking faces as I pull them out and toss them into the trash. My wounds self-repair within the same moment. I breathe and search a different cabinet for pain pills. I find them and send them down the hatch I'm doubled over in pain again. I think I swallowed more tacks. No, no. These are small rocks. Small white pebbles rattling against the walls of my already aching guts. I sit down and bring my knees to my forehead, rocking back and forth tempo with the waves of discomfort. A trojan horse waits just outside my door, and I am well aware of who's inside. "We come in peace, sire." "No you don't, and if you keep lying, you'll swallow these too." Whoever's leading the horse pounds again "Did you hear what I just said?" I shout. "No, say it again.” "Go away." At the exact second he starts pounding again, a dismal synth keyboard warbles behind me. What a miserable, tone-deaf song. It's something you'd hear during the latest hours of The Weather Channel. Even worse than that. "What's that?" The trojan horse man persists. "You heard me. I said go away." "What's that music?" I ignore him, as I've reached my limit for small trojan horse man chicanery. I think I forgot to mention he's tiny and so is his army. About half the height of a standard household door After minutes of the song continuing, someone finally starts speaking. It's a sing-songy voice, not quite singing though "No point. No worry. Nothing to keep pushing on towards." I'm confused, even more so when another voice joins in "Not L. nor they, could muster up the words. Lay down and take it. Breathe it all in. Soon the moon comes along for a swim. A dip in the pond of stars-and then it's gone. Like dresses on sale in summer, you're a hatred baby." Another pause. "More medicine, to cause the cause that cures the cure. Happenstance is hands." I take the desk chair beside me and send it barreling through where I assume the sound plays. It doesn't stop. I pick up the desk chair again and smash open the window, climbing down the side of the house using only its panels and my heavily trained grip strength. - Mike Ma Harassment Architecture Pg 81-83 @MikeMaIMR @MikeMaIMR2

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☠️ GET A REASON! ☠️ We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place, we have no great war, no great depression. Our great war is spiritual war, our great depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods or rockstars. But we won't. We're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off. — Tyler Durden. @Nazigram88