“White people dying out is exactly what they want. Do you think it is a coincidence that *they* have been pushing degeneracy for decades, assailing the traditional family, encouraging cheap sex and abortion? The family is the bedrock of Western civilization. Not “muh Constitution”. The family.
If you want to piss off the neo-Bolsheviks and strike terror in their hearts, you don’t do it via anonymous angry ranting online. You don’t even do it by having the best preps. You do it by prioritizing family over anything else.”
Nothing like some Seax Prose first thing in the Morning.
in the beckoning twilight I find the darkness
lax and lazy, complacent, satisfied
loose it reigns, a careless abandon
and I laugh, I laugh and cry
how I found God in a khlysti sermon
so soft and weak, so pale like moonlight
dough between my fingers
a pampered darkness scarcely bleak
gone and away the weight from my chest
the laughing, cawing turns to me
I see myself in me
every vein a hissing snake roaring
shrieking backwards up Yggdrasil’s spine
where there the stellar serpent lies
Nidhogg, swallower of all
keeper of all that dies
sweet dragon of my brood
and there I feel between my hands
there i feel the neck that hollers
pleading, bleeding into me
but i can squeeze now
fingers writhe and palpate
tender embrace of hate
gentle as the silent dawn
killing night with kindness
no more enthralled
the darkness held underneath my knees
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Wicked Wit from the Seax.
Apply generously to Effected Area.
The Slav War is a bit that’s going to keep the pigs in the pen after the MooGooDoomCoof has become unmarketable. Finally. We’ve been fattening the curve for 2 years, it now shops at Wal-Mart with a scooty chair. Worst apocalypse script writing yet. 2/10, would not recommend. Now we have the Gopnikocalypse. Um. Dos Vidalias. They say that over there, yeah?
Blond hair, don’t care.
Ah, but I’ll tell you what I do care about. Being nickel and dimed to death. Death by a thousand shekels. Falling. Like pennies from heaven cutting midgets in half. Midgets, bleeding. Nobody cared about them. Dwarf lives matter, yo. Seriøsly. Can we just stop and appreciate that Gimli was getting his life back together?
I care about my toddler. My beautiful baby boy who, still against all hope, laughs at all my incredibly crass and sometimes violently decompressive…
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