Wednesday 11 October 2017

Longing

It seems that he could no more find content in those places, but had formed a mighty longing for the English cliffs and downlands of his boyhood; where in little dreaming villages England’s old songs hover at evening behind lattice windows, and where grey church towers peep lovely through the verdure of distant valleys. He could not go back to these things in the waking world because his body was dead; but he had done the next best thing and dreamed a small tract of such countryside in the region east of the city, where meadows roll gracefully up from the sea-cliffs to the foot of the Tanarian Hills. There he dwelt in a grey Gothic manor-house of stone looking on the sea, and tried to think it was ancient Trevor Towers, where he was born and where thirteen generations of his forefathers had first seen the light. And on the coast nearby he had built a little Cornish fishing village with steep cobbled ways, settling therein such people as had the most English faces, and seeking ever to teach them the dear remembered accents of old Cornwall fishers. And in a valley not far off he had reared a great Norman Abbey whose tower he could see from his window, placing around it in the churchyard grey stones with the names of his ancestors carved thereon, and with a moss somewhat like Old England’s moss. For though Kuranes was a monarch in the land of dream, with all imagined pomps and marvels, splendours and beauties, ecstacies and delights, novelties and excitements at his command, he would gladly have resigned forever the whole of his power and luxury and freedom for one blessed day as a simple boy in that pure and quiet England, that ancient, beloved England which had moulded his being and of which he must always be immutably a part.

                                                                        H.P Lovecraft, 1927.
                                                                     The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath

Sunday 8 October 2017

#notall . . .

#notallmuslims
#notalljews
#notallblacks
Why do people say this?
It has the semblance of reason and is factually accurate. But their is a lot more to it than that.
It means that if any of the people that are murdering us isnt an active participant then we cant do anything. Just in case.
Because we cant risk feeling bad now can we?
We must paralyse ourselves with timid, weak morality, choose our pathetic conscience over our people and slip closer to extinction.
Isnt it only the moral thing to do?
When even those who claim to fight for our people are infected with sentiment it can only end one way.
We are dying of sentiment.
If we are to survive it will be without sentiment.
Because our survival as a people cannot be accomplished without the most ruthless of actions.
I dont care if its 'not all . . . '
I dont care if its 'unjust'
I dont care if its horrific.
And if you do care you should join the other preening cunts with their 'refugees welcome signs' and excuses.

If all sentiment for non whites was removed from you what would you do and why?
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We must secure the existence of our people and a future for white children.