Quiet, family Saturday. Nice change from the past few, wild days!
Live with a woman for 35+ years, she begins to understand you. The obverse is not quite as true! Christine, master of speaking less words to me, than I have to her, over a long timeline, was feeling chatty. I just wanted Hana!
“Something’s bothering you Husband, is it because we are finally having fun and enjoying life again?”
Christine is correct, we are currently living a very decadent, but fun existence. So much fun, no time to write about it, so perverted, not healthy to write about it! I want my Race pure, like I used to be! AC has been plunged in to sexual degeneracy, but I remain devoid of any addictions! Balance! Symmetry!
“What’s bothering me is, we are both likely to die with the fucking jews still firmly in control. Can hardly find a single White Man ready to die for a White ethno-state. I am feeling my age, Dimitar and his Brother out-lifted me by 2x today, and my famed endurance ain’t what it used to be. Did you know Rome and Persia fought for 681, fucking years? Guys like me in Rome, circa 54 BC would have to wait until 628 AD before a crumbled Rome finally kicked their ass.”
To her credit, she listened, even though I know she wanted to smack me! She’s kind of a violent, Norse Blond, and I think those are the best! Like, this TikToker is pretty (very!), but she drinks soda (disgusting!) and is just too sweet for me! Has Tereza eyes!
Christine often mentions, we truly love each other. As is. No fixing needed. Minor adjustments! I know, many say a woman can not actually love a husband (just Fathers, brothers and sons), especially after her fertility has waned, but I’m at least 85% sure she does! Her talking spree continued. She gave me, “That Smile.” Perfect teeth! I’m so jealous! She’s never had a fucking cavity! Our dentist, a billion years ago in Palm Beach pronounced Christine, “Every Dentist’s Nightmare!”
We had just come back from her, and her (much less serious!) sister wife Tereza’s Ultimate Saturday Party (shopping)! I only like it, because sometimes I sneak in to their joint changing room when they buy dresses!
Tereza was starting dinner. She LIKES to cook, and unlike Christine’s food, it IS fit for human consumption! Christine remained, a bit fucking yappy! She hit me with more unwanted and accurate wisdom.
“So, you are having fun. I’m happy. Bulgaria has proved more welcoming than either of us expected. We are building, carving out of stone, our perfect life. That we dreamed of. The jews are not currently fucking up Bulgaria too horribly, Mossad hasn’t yet executed you, by freezing you in to ice shards, reconstituting you, and then putting you in to Mengele’s dreaded masturbation machines for 72 consecutive hours, but you are mad anyway, because Your Birth Nation, and My Birth Nation, are being destroyed, and no matter how much you type, it just gets worse?”
“YES DEAR! Exactly.”
“You can not fix everything. You didn’t break anything. What horrible vanity that would be to think so. Fuck it. Let it happen. Our Race will survive. Our children will survive. Our anger will survive. And in the Year of Our Lord, 2705 (she made me do the math!), after 681 years, jew blood will be gone. Unfortunately, we were foolishly chasing “more shit” when we were young. Mostly my fault! (She apologized!) I liked nice things. Remember that place in Palm Beach that made better Monte Cristo sandwich’s than we got in Paris? That old, tan, society faggot with the Aston Martin Vantage and orange pastel shorts? I used to pressure you to buy me one some day! We would be on the patio, he would start that beast up, the table shook! You finally got even, got yourself one 30 years later, and never let me drive it!”
I came close to death last year. Really close. I would never have moved, met Tereza, her incredible kids, knocked her up on like the 2nd swing, or lifted rusty weights at the cheapest gym in town! Would still be in Summerlin, glaring at my fat cunt neighbors, hating the pretentious fuckers, and the damn naggers, sweating their 70 IQ stench in $300 a month LifeTime Fitness. We had a plan, we executed. I get laid every day, and at times 4 times a day! All of our plumbing takes a licking, keeps on ticking! God bless maca root, and whatever horrific shit Christine has been juicing the past year or two! Tereza needs NOTHING extra, if she were the shifter in a sports car, it would have three gears and a knuckle shifter, mostly locked on “H for horny!” No complaints.
200+ years of White Decline, some of it precipitous (fuck you, 20th Century jew!), takes a bit to recover from. They have fucked up the minds of many of our White Brothers, nearly all of our White Sisters. Will Bulgaria remain a slightly safe harbor for Whites for much longer? Nah, shit is going to get truly awful. Who knows, violent Turks and Azerbaijanis might roll over us next year, and Tereza will readjust to browner and smaller dick. I will be mounted on a spike, yet another Aryan thrown in the jew’s collection of wood chippers.
On a more serious note, have noticed there are hundreds of White Nationalist authors who are far better writers, and stay on topic, and off pussy, better than I do. Christine made me take down a bunch of the posts that, ahemm, I should never have written, let alone published. Our sex lives and libidos are reaching crescendo, as all of our morality (Tereza was born bad!) falls! I am neither proud of it, nor ashamed. Think my posts will become increasingly more erratic. I’m blaming the maca root! Fucking Peruvians, because of you I am no longer boring, or bored, in bed!
Of course, despite the Blackness of my Heart and Soul, there is always hope. Somewhere, Estonia, Slovakia, Serbia, shots ring out for the White Race. Men of my size, but 1/3rd my age, hear the call. We shake hands, stand up as Juden World mows us down. I would like that. Christine has promised not to even cry, but my Mother promised as well, and she broke that one. Tereza will cry. her little son will too. I will talk to him, Men do not Cry. We fight. We die. Our genes, persevere. I miss America. Hurts to shit on it. \o Hail Victory.
"Our lives... are not our own... From womb to tomb, we are bound to others... past, and present. And by each crime... and every kindness... we birth our future."
— Cloud Atlas