My Dad’s favorite maxim, and bit of wisdom, for when I felt like shit as a kid! There was the time in the hospital, think I fell down some large construction hole, nearly knocked all my teeth out, broke my wrist, needed stitches on my forehead, which all my friends said would make me look like Frankenstein for life! Dad was there, “this is a good experience, now you know what NOT to do!” A Stoic man, who did not accept either weakness, or despair. Even though in his latter years, both tapped him on the shoulder.
Guy who lives near where I am at the moment, and someone who was a beacon during my darkest moments last year, DM’ed me. “AC, our movements are growing. We have great people joining by the thousands, and the truth has never been more obvious even to the oblivious.” I am paraphrasing!
Read it in between meetings with serious White Men, who have built a solid business, and want to take it to new heights. They provide a positive product and service, that would never cause me to feel discordance with our beliefs as White Nationalists. Another guy I quite like from early SubStack exploration, wrote his own piece, also neatly clarifying WHY many of us feel deeply removed from this brownish, shitty world the jew has built on a foundation of deceit and dirty mattresses.
Someone new to me read some of my prolific writings (abundant does not mean good!) and he shared his alienation. Something I felt in 2017, but now, I have you good people. The Men and Women reading this. Also feeling some ancient affiliations, we Caucasoid Sorts used to feel with much more alacrity.
When certain things hit an inflection point, man, they move fast. Christine, my wife, had a Swedish passport when we married, and she was allowed in East Berlin. She took her Hasselblads there as a 15 year old (hot as fuck!) girl, and took black and white images of bullet holes still in German buildings. (1985?) She then developed these in her own dark room, they were amazing. Haunting. And then, not much later, the Wall fell. Smashed and dismantled by people held apart for decades. Half a century nearly.
So, not sure my Father reads SubStack in Heaven, hell, Valhalla or Nowhere. Not sure where he went, with his life that severely lacked perfection near the end. I like to think Valhalla. It is where I direct some of my prayers. But, if you are reading this Father, going to say something I really never said enough. You were right.
Hail Victory. Hail Optimism. Hail Our Volk.
Let’s win this. \o
Chatting with my Family, in Bulgaria. Man, apps like Signal and Telegram are life changers when traveling. Had Christine, Tereza, my little adopted son, and Tereza's youngest, the 1 year old girl. The little boy did most of the talking, shifting between Czech, Bulgarian and English! He looked wild, with only his Dad there to discipline him! And, my wife is more a man than his Father!
Tereza asked me what the highlight of Utah has been, and I said my trip to Whole Foods! And, everyone speaking English!
Christine had a huge smile. She is now the Matriarch. That young, sexy, blond woman I met a billion years ago! She was holding Tereza's little girl! And, in under a month, our real daughter, will be with us too! I should have bought a larger condo there, our "Empty Nest" filled up quickly!
Then, I got to hear ALL the gossip from the building, and the yoga studio! Tereza told me people in the building said I had divorced my wife because we live in sin! Hahahaha! In the yoga studio, the same thing! The little, sexy, 16 year old Pomak girl Hana, spreading some of the rumors! Ahhh, women. They are lucky they are so beautiful.
Both wives wish to know what the result will be, will I accept the rather lucrative and interesting offer? I'm leaning towards, no. I would love it there, and I really like this part of (frozen!) Utah quite a bit! But, mayhap, best for us to make due with less income, and more time together. The Exec Team works very hard, and they only take Sunday off. Otherwise, like I used to do, work is 24/7.
Told them I will figure it ALL out on the long hop from Shitcongo to Frankfurt. 9-10 hours of contemplation. Still, a 25% chance I rejoin an America nearing its inflection points. Still a part of me, that can't remember, ever running away from a fight. \o