Aryans

"Oh but were Aryans! Are we not noble? See how gracious and Magnanimous we are! 

The very model of universal fairness and justice."

And we must maintain our precious values or 'they' win don't they?

The 'Aryan' circle jerk is for fools because Aryans were always fools.
   We were always too soft. even at our worst we were too 'nice'. Even our slaves were sometimes treated better than many of our own. The British rule of India demonstrates our Aryan weakness. We gave them our technology, our knowledge, our industrial infrastructure, our medicine and our global trade network and as if that wasn't moronic enough we then gave them back their country and proceeded to PAY them to breed like maggots, destroy our industry with cheap labour and replace us, how gracious.
      Why didn't we exterminate every single non white in the land mass and repopulate it solely with our own? It wouldn't have been so difficult, just a few generations of racial hygiene. What possible reason did we have to turn from the path of ruthless survival? None, we are 'Aryans' . . .
   Once they realised how soft we are it didn't take them long to exploit it and they are still exploiting it. The past masters of this is the Jew. How many times did we get tired of their shit and kick them out? And how many times have we taken them back in? The Jew scorns us because he knows we are soft, the fact of their continued existence is proof of it.
   For the past 2000 years or more we have done nothing but fail our people utterly, because we are 'Aryan'. Why do Australian Aborigines still exist? Why are their still Native Americans? Or Niggers? Or the Jew? Or mongrels? Why, when we could have annihilated them with relative ease for the betterment of our own did we not act with the ruthlessness that Natural Law demands?
   Our arrogant magnanimity masks crippling softness, weakness and sentiment, as a result our people may not survive the 21st century.
   This absurd 'Aryan' attitude is visible in surprising places, take a look at the standard self hating white. Their attitude is only possible because they are Aryan, no one else has the capacity for it. See how nobly they suffer? With the exception of their own, how universal is their empathy, tolerance and justice?
   If we don't transcend our own bullshit and stop being 'Aryan' we will be incapable of the actions survival demands of us. Its not possible to be noble or decent while securing the existence of our people and a future for white children. Ethnic cleansing isn't 'nice'. For love of our People the 'Aryan' must die, he had many fine qualities and accomplished so much but he is too soft to survive any longer.
               Our race, our People, can no longer be held to ransom by the 'Aryan' mystique.
   

Passing the buck

We don't want to do the bad things because we are afraid, its understandable, it will be horrific.
Thats why we are so desperate for any sliver of hope in the social establishment.
We want them to do it for us so we can comfortably watch.
We are waiting for them to commit suicide for us.
They never will, even if it means murdering us all.
The best thing they can do is betray us, like always, because it shows us what they are.
It destroys our childish trust and cowardly lying hope.
This may feel bad, but in amongst the despair is the truth.
A People that delegates its own survival to another will die.

The Bloody Sire

It is not bad.  Let them play.
Let the guns bark and the bombing-plane
Speak his prodigious blasphemies.
It is not bad, it is high time,
Stark violence is still the sire of all the world’s values.

What but the wolf’s tooth whittled so fine
The fleet limbs of the antelope?
What but fear winged the birds, and hunger
Jewelled with such eyes the great goshawk’s head?
Violence has been the sire of all the world’s values.

Who would remember Helen’s face
Lacking the terrible halo of spears?
Who formed Christ but Herod and Caesar,
The cruel and bloody victories of Caesar?
Violence, the bloody sire of all the world’s values.

Never weep, let them play,
Old violence is not too old to beget new values.

                                                 Robinson Jeffers

The Law for the Wolves

Now this is the law of the jungle, as old and as true as the sky,   
And the wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the wolf that shall break it must die.   
As the creeper that girdles the tree trunk, the law runneth forward and back;   
For the strength of the pack is the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is the pack.   
Wash daily from nose tip to tail tip; drink deeply, but never too deep;           
And remember the night is for hunting and forget not the day is for sleep.   
The jackal may follow the tiger, but, cub, when thy whiskers are grown,   
Remember the wolf is a hunter—go forth and get food of thy own.   
Keep peace with the lords of the jungle, the tiger, the panther, the bear;   
And trouble not Hathi the Silent, and mock not the boar in his lair.           
When pack meets with pack in the jungle, and neither will go from the trail,   
Lie down till the leaders have spoken; it may be fair words shall prevail.   
When ye fight with a wolf of the pack ye must fight him alone and afar,   
Lest others take part in the quarrel and the pack is diminished by war.   
The lair of the wolf is his refuge, and where he has made him his home,           
Not even the head wolf may enter, not even the council may come.   
The lair of the wolf is his refuge, but where he has digged it too plain,   
The council shall send him a message, and so he shall change it again.   
If ye kill before midnight be silent and wake not the woods with your bay,   
Lest ye frighten the deer from the crop and thy brothers go empty away.           
Ye may kill for yourselves, and your mates, and your cubs as they need and ye can;   
But kill not for pleasure of killing, and seven times never kill man.   
If ye plunder his kill from a weaker, devour not all in thy pride,   
Pack-right is the right of the meanest; so leave him the head and the hide.   
The kill of the pack is the meat of the pack. Ye must eat where it lies;           
And no one may carry away of that meat to his lair, or he dies.   
The kill of the wolf is the meat of the wolf. He may do what he will,   
But, till he is given permission, the pack may not eat of that kill.   
Lair right is the right of the mother. From all of her years she may claim   
One haunch of each kill for her litter, and none may deny her the same.           
Cub right is the right of the yearling. From all of his pack he may claim   
Full gorge when the killer has eaten; and none may refuse him the same.   
Cave right is the right of the father, to hunt by himself for his own;   
He is freed from all calls to the pack. He is judged by the council alone.   
Because of his age and his cunning, because of his gripe and his paw,           
In all that the law leaveth open the word of the head wolf is law.   
Now these are the laws of the jungle, and many and mighty are they;   
But the head and the hoof of the law and the haunch and the hump is—Obey!
                                                                                                      Rudyard Kipling