"What Makes You Happy, Husband?"

And no, it is not sexual at all. AND, it is purely reproductive.

We all had a nice weekend. Somewhat subdued comparative to the past few weekends, and I spent much of it smiling, and contemplative. RESIGNED to both The Struggle we are all in, as White Men, and also to the interstices of this struggle, which I call, The Productive Time. For me, that is being a Father. I love my wives, BECAUSE they bear me children. They love me, because I enable them to raise, good healthy, strong children. There is a natural order to the World, rarely discussed by most religions, and buried far too deeply in multi-syllabic mystery, in the best of philosophies and philosophers.

Christine went to bed some hours ago. We had a nice chat about our plans, things important to us. She has been very cuddly, for a Swede the past month! Perhaps I have been more accepting of this nurturing side of her, and she less in need of my power and intransigence on White Folk Things.

We once had seven, Russian Blue cats! Two turned in to seven, 5 months after purchase. They were born under our fanciest ever, custom made couch. The female, Anastasia, cleaned up most of her mess, which was nice of her. She was inseparable from those little, defenseless, close eyed, beauties. Our daughter was 3 or 4 years old. My fear was, she would touch, pick up, and smother the kittens. Christine told me not to worry, but those little things somehow mattered to me. Primordial, atavistic love of the new life that our dumb couch, house, and healthy foods we gave to their still young cat parents all combined to make those five kittens strong. My daughter, did not smother or crush them. Christine was right. Our daughter would watch them for like 3-4 hours. When they began to move, walk, open their eyes, she helped Anastasia round them up, as her brother and father, my favorite pet of all time, ignored his kids!

“Before I go to sleep, I wanted to tell you Husband, what makes ME happy, is to see my family, our family happy. So, let me ask you the same question. What makes you happy?” It’s a broad topic! The hyper-religious might point upward. The Narcissist might discuss some personal indulgence or accomplishment. “What would make me happiest, is if all White Men, lived a fulfilling life, reproducing with women they desired, and women who admired them.” I checked on Tereza’s little boy, and her tiny daughter. Both, fast asleep. As was their Mom, alone in our bed. I gently pulled down the covers, and kissed that little baby bump. Man my age begins to think of a real legacy. And, this has nothing to do with Presidential Libraries, or vast sums of money acquired and increased, to hand off to heirs. No, far more substantive. Did I pass on the skills needed for my children in 50 years, to have the exact same conversations with their spouse, in their White Ethno-State. Looking up at clear skies. In a world, dominated by the European Man, in benevolent fashion?

Be Good Men Brothers. Strong. Honest. Unafraid of battle, unafraid to die, when your Race is threatened.