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A Christmas gift for you all - Volk ans Gewehr, that you can ballroom dance to (as a march).

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Merry Christmas, Merry Jul. Hale to you and yours this coming new year

THE FIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS Twas the night before Christmas and all through the Reich, no sound was heard from either niggers or kikes. The war was won, the White race was free. The whole ethnostate slept in well deserved peace. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, and didn't need to worry about being raided by feds. I in my bed with my wife next to me, while Europa: The Last Battle played on the TV. When from up on the roof there came such a loud crash, I lept from my bed and yelled "YOU FUCKED WITH THE WRONG FASH!!!" I grabbed my glock and ran across the floor, I sprinted down the stairs and opened the front door. A snowstorm was raging, I could barely see; but it appeared my yard was completely empty. I looked up to my roof and what did I see, an old man on a sleigh looking down at me. I pointed my gun center mass real quick, and I said to myself "who the fuck is this prick?" He let out a laugh and dodged out of the way, then called to the reindeer attached to his sleigh. I could not make out the names that he said, but the one at the front's nose started to glow red. They took off in flight as I emptied my clip, suprisingly without landing one direct hit. As I watched them take off I realized it was a trick, i turned around and was face to face with good old saint Nick. Before i could think of what i should've said, he grabbed me in a clinch and kneed me in the head. I fell to the ground but quickly arose, then the old bastard punched me square in the nose. I responded in kind though my nose now bled, I knocked the Santa hat off the old bastards head. Santa or no I pressed the attack, and while he was dazed I jumped on his back. He got wrist control as I went for the choke, I was getting out grappled by the mascot for Coke. My legs slipped off his back and suddenly let go, then he dropped me on my head with a quick judo throw. I awoke outside nearly covered in snow, then back to my house I slowly did go. There were now far more presents sitting under the tree, and one with a card addressed to me. Though my head still throbbed and my nose still did bleed, I grabbed up the card and started to read. "That was a hell of a fight my Natsoc friend, it took all my strength to win in the end.  I left you new gloves and hope you don't live in fear, but Merry Christmas fellow White and round 2 is next year."  @HateFacts

Mede kamerade, dankie aan almal wat ons Geloftedag fees die afgelope naweek bygewoon het en aan die talle gesinne wat vrywillig bygedra het om die geleentheid 'n sukses te maak, julle hulp word opreg waardeer. Bly asseblief ingeskakel, meer opwindende beeldmateriaal van die geleentheid sal volg! (Let wel - ons het alle sigbare gesigte vervaag om die identiteit van ons lede en gaste te beskerm. Ons sal voortgaan om dit te doen in alle komende beeldmateriaal) Fellow comrades, a big thank you to everyone who attended our Geloftedag festival this past weekend and to the many families who volunteered to make the event a success, your help is greatly appreciated. Please stay tuned, more exciting footage from the event will follow soon! (Note - we've blurred out all visible faces to protect the identity of our members and guests. We will continue to do so in all upcoming footage)

Santa mit uns

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vu82ecehP9o beautiful

Turnipseed spitting facts.

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Can you play an instrument? Do you know other WNs? Host a music night! @Anglobard

Today, we remember the Beer Hall Putsch, the great struggle of an oppressed people to free themselves from the bounds of usury, decadence, and rule by money power. Today, we remember the old fighters who faced death for the unification of their people in a modern nation-state, bound together by language, blood, shared history, and common destiny.

10 years of continuing dedication after crushing failure to becoming the reborn hope of a nation. Never give up.

It is with an extremely heavy heart that I share the news I’m about to share with you all. Jeff Winston, director and founder of the White Art Collective, passed away unexpectedly on October 6th 2023. There are no words to describe the loss that I feel for myself, our 3 month old daughter, and Jeff’s family. He was the love of my life, my best friend, and an incredible father. He inspired me artistically, and showed me what it really means to love and to be loved unconditionally. He was truly one of the good ones. Although we ask that you please respect the privacy of our family, we greatly appreciate all prayers and support during this difficult time. Thank you, -Hiraeth

The WAC were the first guys to think my music was worth publishing. They've done amazing work over the past few years and show a glimmer of the incredible future that our cause will bring. Press F. Jeff will be missed.

My little daughter just kissed me on the cheek for the first time. This is what a child is for