You, like me, celebrate a man whose words reach across the decades. An echo of unbroken will in a modern era that celebrates softness and condemns strength. Hitler exists in the hearts of those who have not forgotten. The struggle lives on. You are not mistaken. His departure was the last great attempt to tear the peoples of Europe from the clutches of corrupt international Jewry.
Those Germans that died did not fight for glory, nor wealth, but for the eternal truth that a people can only endure if they follow a path of purity and unity. That they fell does not mean their cause was wrong. It means the the world was already too corrupt to accept the relentless natural logic of sanity.
Jews wanted their lies, their race mixing, their slaveries. But something else is happening. Their very own legacies are decaying, uprooting, and experiencing a slow death. The Jew does not have hope, does not even understand it. The Jew plots, plans, manipulates. Hope does not die. Hope is eternal.
Every man longing for a hero whom does not step up to become that hero is destined for disappointment, and every man that cannot stand the stench of decadence but also does not fight against it, is a drenched flame. Dead and useless. The villains against our very ancestry and reason for being, as well as the degeneracies they push, must be cleansed in sacred fire.
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I sit here, eye twitching, knowing I must consistently return to a workplace surrounded by Trans lunatics and supported by rapid, psychotic women whom shun masculinity. Applying for another job several times daily just in an in vain attempt to escape, when I know I'll only find another pile of shit. And I curse Magnus Hirschfeld.