Jew World Order

Caveat Emptor: this Rant employs inflammatory language, read at your cautioned leisure.

I promised myself when I came back into doing writing for Renegade that I wouldn’t do a hit piece. I lied, and here I go. I find myself at a point where no amount of weight-lifting, stretching or meditation is dampening my general aggravation with the Zeitgeist. In rerum Natura. Pff. Specifically, I am annoyed with a pointed majority of the Heathen sub-culture.

You know, the massive lot that has been co-opted by sniveling Bluebloods, egalitarians and yuppies. And the ever-ready Black guy with a Thor’s hammer that feels as out of place as the one White idiot with an Injun headdress at the frat party.

I’ve been trying to find like-minded Folkish Heathens. Folkish Heathens that don’t engage in T.N.B. Folkish Heathens that don’t act like a bucket of neck tattoos and disgrace their heritage. No dope-smoking, no binge-drinking. I don’t want to have to filter out the LTBBQ-XYZ-123 or whatever it is this week. I don’t want to have to play dodge the Rabbi. I don’t want to have to engage in non-Asatru things, or hear about how cool other cultures are. I want to celebrate Anglo-Saxon, Teutonic achievement. Period. There’s a time and place for the broader spectrum. I’m all for pan-Europeanism – it’s my truth and my passion. But everyone needs a microcosmic platform to do macroscopic things.

Am I really that snobbish? Look, I know I’m a New Englander and all the rest of the damn country thinks we’re snobs, but I’m not that bad a guy, am I? Am I really asking for too much?

Hey, we all need to vent, and vent I shall. It’s cathartic. I know when I read posts by other frustrated individuals, sure, my blood pressure goes up. But it’s still liberating.

Folkish Asatru, Odinism – what-EVAH, is natural. It is fine, it is compelling. I don’t need to sit here and tell the flipping universalists how to live. Don’t preach to me! When I search for Folkish Heathendom online, I don’t want to find some dusty ACLU post, or an ADL piece of trash.

More than that, I certainly don’t need to read ten-thousand hyperlinks by goofy, spineless, trembling White liberals whose testicles will recede so far into their pelvis that they drop again in timbuk-bloody-tu if the word gets out they had a racial thought. Oy meshuggenah, the Lahd fuhbid.

Every year the Maine Pagan Pride festival comes out, and I go, hoping to meet someone who thinks like me. I go and listen to the “Asatruar” talk about the goddamned Amerindians and watch as they eye my Odal-Rune Patch with brain-numbingly drooling suspicion.

Sure. I’m persuasive enough that I can harp on Israeli hypocrisy and get away with it. I can question the validity of Black worship and make it out without friends and no worse the consequence. I can suggest that Craig Cobb really did have a point, and that it’s ridiculous that there’s such a thing as Shom-Rim (or however the hell it’s spelled.) I still want more.

It tears me a new one that if you miss the boat once, you might never get to meet a Nationalist in person again. It makes me crazy that there are so many wingnuts in ‘the movement’ that the paranoia so many racialists have is actually justified. It fries my ass that I have to write a few baker’s dozen articles just so I can read sympathy. It annoys me that the one guy I’ve met that I didn’t have to browbeat into suspicion still thinks labeling himself Alt-Right, Nationalist, Renegade, what-EVAH, is ‘system think.’ It rips me that people are still worried about system-think.

Also, and this has nothing to do with Racialism, per se, but I’m starting to see red everytime I get stuck behind some braindead primitive that’s going to hold up a mile of traffic so, like a wee little spoilt brat, so he can have his chicken McFrickin’ nuggets. And worse, that said primitive would refer to me as devolved for believing that Dr. Stoddard was right on the ball along with every other anthropologist before Boaz and the ‘environmentalist’ theory.

It’s common sense.

I want Whitey to speak up. It’s vanity, but I don’t care. If as little as 30% of Maine did what I do – make people publically uncomfortable, bring up bothersome topics at family luncheons, embarrass liberals to their face -then we wouldn’t need to bitch out our cowardly brethren for not making it to the frigging public marches.

Because we wouldn’t have to organise marches.

Wouldn’t that be lovely? It’s a sad commentary that this is what we’ve come to, that we have to borrow tactics from the fairy-godmothers of the media just to advertise what really should be natural and unadvertised. Hell, if a handful of Whites from every area started getting loud, then Kyle Hunt and his Renegades, along with all the other hard-working public Nationalists could take a damn nap and not feel a lick of guilt.

More than that, it defies all description how I feel when I drive through suburban Portland, Lewiston and Westbrook and see the streets vomiting immigrants that people only barely tolerate. Look – in the off chance that there’s any other Mainers here, reading… you don’t have to lynch the ungrateful bastards, just don’t wipe their asses, either! It’s not hard to be publicly unimpressed with Blacks and their voodoo culture. It’s true! I’ve been loudly complaining about Rap “music,” increased crime and the trash-heap that cities have become for years.

I’m still here.

It’s true, I’ve never been to a rally. I don’t even know if there is one. Here, I mean. But I do talk, and I talk too much – or so I’m told.

So all you Equalitards out there selling yourselves as Heathens… shove it. What did that turbo-broad Madonna always say? Papa, don’t preach? Yeah. That, then. I’m not a bad guy if I want to fellowship with a specific community. If I want to talk about Thor with another straight, White person – who gives a shit? It doesn’t make me evil if I think Maine ought to remain Yankee. I’m not an unintelligent pleb if I don’t think Hillary Oops-I-Fainted-Again Clinton is a qualified leader because she happens to have a uterus, incredibly dried up or no.

I am not less than human because I refuse to condemn the Third Reich. I am not an idiot because I mock socialism. I am not a bigot because I preach homogenised Paganism. I am not a deluded idiot because I criticise modern Christian ethics.

I am, however, fed up.

And you should be too. So loosen up your belt-buckles Lads and Lasses, give the street-people and the pavement-stompers an earful. Mainers: remind them sons of bitches from Away that there is a way life should be. And all you people from Away. Carry on.