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Retrain your mind. Recalibrate and reject the System's watered down tainted "morality" and supplement your own. Unlearn the helplessness engraved from birth by the System. See the world through new eyes. What was right is now wrong, what was sacred is now wicked. Cast down the false idols. Embrace the Revolution.

Must watch. They’re after your kids and you must stand up to protect them! @ SarahisCensored: This is why I homeschool and why I make sacrifices to pay for a private family practitioner. The world has lost its mind. I’m sharing his video here because I already know his video will be taken down on Tiktok. Follow Libs of TikTok Fans: t.me/libsontiktok

Go outside ☀️ Enjoy the White Hedgehog Summer 🦔

This clip is insane. He could just as well be taking about America in 2023 🤯 #WW2 #uncensoredhistory #historyrepeats

200 Anti-Tech subscribers. 200 Anti-Tech sympathizers. 200 Anti-Tech supporters. 200 Anti-Tech Apostles. 200 Anti-Tech revolutionaries? It seems there are many of us in so few days. This makes me feel very, very good about our chances.

The consumers are not only getting their money's worth from the System going by working their pig jobs and paying their pig taxes, they'll be receiving huge dividends in times to come. They are least worthy of a place in the future. They keep in line, keep voting, keep the System alive & in power - in return they are raped, robbed, beaten, murdered, betrayed. Their children no longer resemble humanity. Their numbers are reduced while the numbers of racial enemies are increased. They are among the first to disown and attack us and to embrace the Enemy. They take the coward's pummeling in exchange for a few more years of cheap thrills & hollow pleasures. While they go about making money as part of 'business as usual', the question in the back of their minds must be "what future is there?" On the other hand, we have little to worry about. Our goal is to bring it all down. Our goal is a new world for White children. Our goal is revolution. Join channel: @revolutionarysrevery

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"Our greatest weakness is our belief in our weakness. We have to communicate to all National Socialist Revolutionaries our strength and to show them our strength we have to show them the strength of fighting. We must build confidence within the entire Movement before we can hope to help people and lead those people in revolution. That confidence must be based on the idea that as National Socialist Revolutionaries we cannot be stopped by anyone: the System; the Reds; or the Reaction! This confidence must project the image and reality that only confrontation politics, force and violence, can change the anti-White actions of our enemies. Only by fighting, by any means necessary, will we be able to effect political change. We cannot effect political change by projecting a phony, bureaucratic, Prussian image and constantly spouting unrealistic daydreams, such as imagining the masses would ever wish to emulate Stormtroopers. It just won't happen." Building the Revolutionary Party by Joseph Tommasi.

Hours of gunning down police units led to boredom on the winning side. He aimed to defend himself, and did. Night would soon fall and he felt the same about his time here on Earth. Nearly eighty-years-old, children all successfully ingrained in the far-away outside world, a wife buried in the yard out back. He fell comfortably into his rocking chair, rifle in hand. It wasn't far from the one he had killed dozens of Vietcong with. The final police cruiser crept, with headlights-off, through a maze of property and damage. A minute passed and it parked before the defendant himself. They recognized his surrender through the sweat in their eyes as he allowed their approach. Just as they holstered their pistols, he pretended to draw his. In a split- second reaction they packed him full of nine millimeter. The farmer smiled and laughed for a minute, a grin that would remain even as his curtains pulled shut. Everyone on the police force was a name of note in this small country town. The son of someone, husband of someone, father of someone. Every death was to be deep, dark, and felt. Ghostly voices called often to their comrades. "Was it worth it? All the men you lost? All because you wanted to take a farmer's hunting rifles?" Never talk to police, and if you're forced to defend yourself, redacted. Men of Heaven trust not those armed tax-collector. "That's when I reached for my revolver..." Pt 2/2 - Mike Ma Gothic Violence Pg 121-122 @MikeMaIMR @MikeMaIMR2

Hours of gunning down police units led to boredom on the winning side. He aimed to defend himself, and did. Night would soon fall and he felt the same about his time here on Earth. Nearly eighty-years-old, children all successfully ingrained in the far-away outside world, a wife buried in the yard out back. He fell comfortably into his rocking chair, rifle in hand. It wasn't far from the one he had killed dozens of Vietcong with. The final police cruiser crept, with headlights-off, through a maze of property and damage. A minute passed and it parked before the defendant himself. They recognized his surrender through the sweat in their eyes as he allowed their approach. Just as they holstered their pistols, he pretended to draw his. In a split- second reaction they packed him full of nine millimeter. The farmer smiled and laughed for a minute, a grin that would remain even as his curtains pulled shut. Everyone on the police force was a name of note in this small country town. The son of someone, husband of someone, father of someone. Every death was to be deep, dark, and felt. Ghostly voices called often to their comrades. "Was it worth it? All the men you lost? All because you wanted to take a farmer's hunting rifles?" Never talk to police, and if you're forced to defend yourself, redacted. Men of Heaven trust not those armed tax-collector. "That's when I reached for my revolver..." Pt 2/2 - Mike Ma Gothic Violence Pg 121-122 @MikeMaIMR @MikeMaIMR2

I heard about a guy who caught wind of a potential and upcoming raid on his farmhouse. He, being wise, made full pivot from compliant civilian to one man bell-maker, filling dozens of garden gnomes with ammonium nitrate and aluminum powder. It was an idea his son had jokingly told him about. That day soon came. One squad car, followed by four, then four more. He waited until they inched closer. A little closer. A little more. Then one shot was fired. The first garden gnome popped the remainder of them and blew every present cop away. Limbs and heads torn clean off, cruisers turned over in flames, not a single officer able to call the cavalry in. By the time reinforcements caught word, the farmer was already setting up road spikes on the lone path in. He made the trip back home and waited. The town was too small, didn't really have any serious SWAT units or helicopters within range. The farmer was untouched and unfazed. It was nothing he hadn't seen in war, far less really. Even in the moments before the next waves of police, he took time to feed his dogs. He was utterly calm and collected. Pt 1/2 - Mike Ma Gothic Violence Pg 121-122 @MikeMaIMR @MikeMaIMR2 Pic found [[here]]

How can there be any talk of "injustice" when our Enemy holds all the power? What can you expect from a mortal enemy other than to try to kill you all? There is no middle ground, there is only ourselves and our Enemy. Nobody gives a damn about a crybaby. Let there be no more talk about injustice. Let there only be talk of war! A little remembered name among us is Gordon Kahl, the White tax protester who, when they came for him, killed 2 pigs, and wounded 3. This warrior took a toll against the Enemy. A shame the toll wasn't higher. Many of us will face our own similar test. No lambs to the slaughter. Instead of "kill or be killed", for many of us it will be kill and be killed just as it was for Kahl, for others it could be simple as a loss of family or friends. Let us ready ourselves to withstand the worst that the Enemy has to offer and each swear an oath to not go down without a fight. There is no going back. Join channel: @revolutionarysrevery

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