Made Christine a promise, she did the heavy lifting as we packed. Tereza helped her! For the first time in my life, my only recourse was to watch. Not quite a broken man, but a badly mangled one.
Apologies for having been silent, the events in Bulgaria were very traumatic. Much less my injuries, much more how easy it is, despite decent OpSec, to take anyone out, anywhere. Hell, I should have recalled the look on my Father’s face, when JFK was murdered by Mossad and the CIA. He knew. He knew when to be brave, and when to be quiet.
The World has changed remarkably since my last post, in the late Summer of ‘24, in the Year of Our Lord, 2024. Brandon is gone. The vestigial Republican and TradCon in me rejoices, the fact that two guys who were Democrats most of their lives, Trump & Musk are “running things” reminds me we have much more Chaos to tunnel through.
I’m a Father again! He is a very healthy, beautiful baby boy. It took two to three months to get the ringing out of my head, and for broken bones to feel stable. We immediately left Bulgaria. As instructed. Stopped tipping my favorite White Nationalist streamers, got much more serious about VPN and TOR obfuscation, and my two wives and I settled down in to a bit of monotony, and peace.
Hope all who read my trials, tribulations and exaltations are doing well, in your respective lives. Thinking back a few years, as I sat with the sands of time, on the Marufo Vega Trail, contemplating Who or What, I might “meet” next. All the concentric circles Christine and I swirled within, as our Two Souls hurtled towards some Fate, well above all our pay grades, as well as those who write and teach our religious texts.
We are still in Europe! Well, one of those demarcation Nations, that have never quite divided East and West as well as I would like. Don’t pay a ton of attention to American politics, let alone World politics. We eat very, very healthy. Daily pomegranate juice, and we pet and feed a lot of cats! I still nail the wives (mostly from behind, side by side style, wink, wink!) a lot! Tereza remains better in bed, Christine admits it, and laughs! But my real wife, is the greatest gift God/Creator/Universe has offered me, and Tereza knows that. We both love her! Our new son makes Tereza’s son jealous! And, my daughter is doing well, 1000’s of miles away.
Feel as though I have learned much the past 3-4 years, not all of it on topics I would have wanted to study! Dangerous, unstable world. IF, you read the news.
In the States at the moment. Always wonder if I can get in or out! OLD friend from the San Diego Bike Club asked me to ride in an anniversary ride, with the only guys we still knew how to contact, or who have not (yet) died from the fucking jabs. If any agencies wish to take me out, you can find me on Kitchen Creek.
This Pureblood doesn’t ride much in our new Byzantine digs, but I have remained in top .01 percentile physical condition. I run daily with Tereza’s little boy, who now calls me, and only me, Father. In English. Smart young man. I do yoga with the girls, and found a gym that is much more expensive than the rusty one in Varna, but the hot chicks in this new one make it kinda worth it! I must measure my T count. Here, you just walk in to any lab, order your own tests. This place may have sustained life pre-Thracians. We like it, but needed to learn a new language like a hole in the head!
Our new place is a nice condo, but we will for certain build a house. Been here five to six months. Tried a few other places. Romania is a bit of a political mess ATM, but we did try Brasov! Nice! But, not far enough from whomever cracked my skull open.
OK, off to ride 50, Oceanside to Del Mar. Stirring up some ghosts. That’s the takeaway from “maturity.” The Ghosts, well, they were always there, they just become more obvious. Missed a few of you. Hail Victory! \o
“I sometimes made huge mistakes. But what actually is a mistake in politics? And when I look back, I have only one sentiment: an enormous regret. Regret that we did not succeed, that we were not able to create this European world which would be the master of the universe for all time, which made the white race the first race, with the great mastery of the spirit.
And when we see what there is on the other side, what 30 years of the others’ victory has given, this anarchy in the world, this rout of the White world, this desertion throughout the universe; when we see in our own countries the decay of morals, the fall of the fatherland, the fall of the family, the fall of social order; when we see this appetite for material goods which has replaced the great flame of the ideal which animated us, well then, truly, between the two we chose the right side. The small, miserable Europe of today, of this impoverished Common Market, cannot give happiness to men. Consumer society poisons humanity rather than elevating it.
So, for our part, we dreamed of something great, and we have only one desire, that this spirit be reborn. And with all my might, up to the last moment of my existence, I will fight for this. So that what was our struggle and our martyrdom, will one day be the resurrection.”
― Leon Degrelle