"POWER IS NEVER GIVEN WILLINGLY, IT IS TAKEN."
We coddled minions, deal with the atrophy of our testicles, with many, many excuses.
Took a bit of time “mostly” away from electronics. That meant playing American Football on the warming beach, with my adopted (stolen!) 4 year old “son!” His Father watched sports on Sunday, as I taught his son to be a Man. Not going to lie, I do appreciate that I have (like a pirate) stolen this Man’s wife and children. Tereza, his wife, showed me her appreciation, as all men love when women do. With her eyes closed, panting softly, like a mountain lion purring.
My Wife, watches the little girl, she is a year old, and has the love of two women of high substance. She will speak multiple languages fluidly, and is growing up on the best, most nutritious food, her Mom eats. A Swede (my wife), a Czech (Tereza) and a German Texan, maintaining our line, with discipline. And, a keen awareness of what is and more importantly, is not, good for our line. Hell, we are cognizant of a line. No mystery meat, brownish hybrid kids here. White children, blond hair, blue eyes. A gift we acquired, but also a very distinct responsibility to shepherd this genetic gift.
Realize I wasted my entire life, laboring in mostly Leftist tech companies, in the very filthy Silicon Valley of Northern Kalifornia. Can’t take that back; however, the resources it provided to Christine and I, have allowed us to adapt a rather late stage “fuck you Leftists” approach to life. The confluence of imminent societal breakdowns, promulgated almost entirely by non-native, jewish populations neurotically surrounding themselves (and us) with sub 70 IQ simians from South America, Africa and the Middle East, ensures strong White, Race Aware populations will coalesce, and thrive. Do I miss being a part of the “popular culture?” No. I might miss my 14900K Intel and AMD Threadripper super-computers a bit, but building a cheap, slow, piddly computer with a 4 year old boy who will grow in to a literate, capable, White super-soldier one day, is hard to beat, at any speed!
The life of a soldier can be a bit repetitive, but it is not dull. As the girls went off to do yoga this morning, I ran with my little boy, and then lifted with my fast, good friend, Dimitar. He’s a bit of a troglodyte, but in all the best senses! I must thank him for teaching me the Bulgarian phrase for “Pussy,” which he uses to describe both weak men, and his favorite food, pretty girls! He has (via competition) added about 35 pounds to my best bench, and nearly 75 to my best set of 3 squats. Pyrrhic victories for sure (good thing I have two wives to massage me!), but Tereza noticed my muscles getting thicker, and, well, having pretty girls undress and mount you, is sort of one of the Prime Directives. My Father, an erudite and educated man, who remained faithful his whole life, did tell me (he married a very beautiful woman) that “procreation with a single woman can be fun, if you find one you love in multiple ways.”
When I was a bit more naive, and thought there might be some VOTING relief for the half nagger Obama, I used to tap out how America, should provide only one type of aid to its people. Juicers, along with organic turmeric and ginger, perhaps some Fuji or Green apples. And, reverse osmosis water filters. But, 13 years later, I realize the utility in having a fat, allopathically medicated, dull thinking, slightly chronically ill, dependent populace. War and Big Pharma spawn a lot of profit, for all the wrong people.
The jews took my old nation. As I slept, along with ALL of us. We saw the signs. We voted, prayed like hell, typed, battened down the hatches, and did not do a fucking thing. I’m a big believer in both redemption, and taking measurable steps to improve, to grow, to get stronger, faster, healthier. Nobody, and I mean nobody is going to hand us POWER. Not the jews, the naggers, and Leftist women with notch counts my Bulgarian friend Dimitar (a man’s man, with a lot of girlfriends) would be jealous of. If we want a Nation filled with pretty, thin, White women pushing baby carriages, and talking about their lives as they walk with other, pregnant or soon to be pregnant friends, we must craft that Nation through force of will. By, actions.