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The other day i saw a nigger begging for money on the street. I'm in a part of the nation where there are hardly any niggers at all so seeing one is not common. It fills me with rage anytime I see one. Filthy sub human trash. Serves no purpose other than to cause mayhem and chaos on this Earth. Stepping foot on this mountain is worthy of death and i am both it's judge and executioner.

The truck in front of me stopped to give the nigger money, my first thought was to kill the bastard for giving the nigger gibs. It was more infuriating than the nigger itself to see a Fake White man reduce himself to such a lowly move on his moral high chair. It completely disgusts me. Fills me with the rage of my ancestors.


Many of you are "far right" or at least jew/ holocaust pilled. Some may even identify as a White Nationalist. But very few of you are truly White Supremacist. I am a White Supremacist. I believe that this Earth is our dominion to rule over as the rightful Gods, that it lay decedent in decay and squalor due to our refusal to take up the throne. Removed from our Natural State as its caretakers and guardians to hold stewardship of. I have no interests in diplomacy, I have no desire to hear the words of a nigger. I only wish to annihilate them. To rule and subjugate them to White will, to put them back in their place as vermin landlocked far away from my people if not complete extinction.


* We must secure the existence of our people and a future for white children

This will not be accomplished by civic spiritualists or civic nationalists. nigger lovers get the rope first.
Worship your own people or be destroyed in the coming age for Our Natural State is one of dominance, one of God Hood and divine matters. There is no savior, there is no messiah to come for our people. There is simply us who's soul stream has survived to this day from a time now lost spare only the memory of soil and blood.

There is no other God. No other King from which to decree, no other name before your own. Our purpose here is beyond comprehension. Our Natural State beckons from something greater, a hidden yearning that only the memory of soil abides. It speaks to our soul from a primeval sense of familiar fate that we can not fully elucidate, yet still the call remains. Reclaim the Throne.