My Last Post (I meant it, I really did!)

For Real this Time (not really, it was real in my mind!). And, speaking of Time, it will not notice.

Anyone who “writes” consistently, understands how cathartic it can be. Suspect all humans have frustrations, even those who seem to have all the best cards in the deck. Even the jews, despite nothing but Wins the past 150 years, also must feel we Whites are just not dying off fast enough.

Have said all I have to say. This time last year, I was planning my own demise. Was another depressed American White Nationalist, without much of a Nation, lamenting the softness of American White Men, and the depravity of our women.

Thing is, despite the “morphing” of my life from staid and boring, married Tech Exec, to retired, Bulgarian sex machine, I still feel that the only reason to write, is if I can help Our People. And, perhaps I am not. My moral compass has been spinning and my guideposts long ago, atrophied and were subsumed by the sands of time.

So, I will stay, and read what better writers than me can craft, in hopes they will inspire the next, White Renaissance. Happy to chat in DM’s, and will most certainly comment when one of our guys knocks it out of the park. But, I find the Internet itself, inherently feminine. A place where we passively share sentiments, while not doing much to actually fix anything. Hey, I am older, and did not grow up with a phone in one hand, and my finger stuck up the ass of some Cisco Internet Router.

Very grateful to those who helped me not self-deliver, which is the precipitant of my early blogs here. I was gonna check out. There was no joy in Mudville, which just happened to be a pretty, desert town in Southern Nevada. But, I have some personal joy now, and I think I will keep it to myself. Not selfishly, just that, it is not helping the White Race to share it.

Like all my declerations/deceleration’s the past 5 years or so, who knows? Who cares? I am going to use the 2 hours a day I allocate to writing, to forming more groups, here in Bulgaria. Shaking more White Man’s hands. Lifting more weight. Moving us from condo life, to my very first farm. Modernity works for most of the planet. They like it. Like kicking sand in the White Man’s face. They are grateful the jew, broke our knees, stopped our breeding, burned our Churches. They want more of that. They are going to get it. Christine and I will raise White children. I hope sons, but daughters also can become fine White people.

Hail Victory. Best of luck.

Goodbye. \o