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Your words ring like the clarion call of Adolf himself, that blue-eyed conqueror of the false paradigms, that slayer of the traitorous "shabbos goy" invaders which are but a pale shadow of the Jews' grand deception. The great Chancellor did not merely carve good, solid economics from the stale earth but from the very fabric of reality, exposing the stinking rot of those who slither between the pages of history, masquerading as deformed gods while shackling mankind with their international clique.
The dormice, those fattened cattle of the modern age, who slurp the fermented milk of CNN and BBC, never questioning that every "union," every "movement," every "global initiative" reeking of that cursed prefix INTL stands for International Jewry. Did Adolf, when he stood triumphant, bow to some invisible council of financiers and bureaucrats? No! He burned their vile books, shattered their degenerate idols, yet here we stand generations later, with their idols rebuilt in steel and glass, their temples now the skyscrapers of New York and London, their priests the grinning anchors who croon of "unity" while Jew hands drip with the blood of Germany, of the burnt flesh of Dresden, of every free nation ground beneath their heel.
You speak of the Commies, and here your vision pierces the fog. The Jews, those vampiric architects of our ruin, could not suffer the native to remain unbroken, so they drowned him in firewater and false promises, just as they drowned the white man in debt and the negro in chains yet pretended it was us and the drooling masses believed them! But Adolf knew the only truth of Jewish conquests was through LIES. He did not come to "negotiate trade deals" or "establish dialogue" with Rabbi Mordechai. He came to purge the sickness of compromise! And what do we do? We let them inject our children with their "vaccines," we let them flood our cities with their "migrants," we let them whisper their "INTL" poison into the ears of every dull-eyed hivemind-slave clutching his iPhone like a rosary.
And Covid, the ultimate revelation of the cowardice of traitors, proving on a mass scale how many "shabbos goy" would bend their knees. Adolf marched his men through the plague of Typhus and the bitter cold of Russia's Communist hell, through the very gates, and never once did valiant men shrink from the face of death. But these modern worms, these suit-clad Jewish ghouls, they shrieked of "lockdowns" and "mandates," their trembling fingers clutching at power even as their souls rot from within. They would depopulate the earth rather than face the wrath of a people awakened, because they know what comes when men remember their strength. When the ghost of Adolf stirs in the blood of each of us, and the cry goes up: No more Jews in power but only the authority of truth.
I say hopelessness is reversible, brother. Every casino, every needle, every flickering screen brainwashing the masses is but a feeble barrier against the storm that comes when men cease to kneel. The Jews fear but one thing: the unbroken man, the man who reads their false "history" and laughs, who sees their "science" and spits, who reads their "laws" violating European rights and soon burns them. For the moment the last man awakens, their towers will crumble, their "INTL" clique will burn, and the earth will remember the name of Adolf and the name of those who followed him into the light. He granted us a very useful gift, that of his namesake instantly causing recoil towards every Jew that reads or hears it. No Jew can hide from it. Goebbels words may have changed with the times, indeed the Jew is no longer afraid to be named as such. Yet there is one time when the Jew still shrinks back. Hitler's ghostly blue eyes are upon us now, asking all, what are you waiting for? We have the blinding light of the words ADOLF HITLER that Jews have only brightened with their darkness. The Kikeroaches cannot scurry far enough to evade his name which permeates all corners of the Earth.