Most American whites are dumbly accepting the immigration-led destruction of America, keeping their heads down and getting their little share of consumer goods, while there are resources left: . A tiny minority, however, are pushed over the edge by this dispossession, and go on crazed racist rampages:

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In general, whites have been deracinated to the point that most are no longer able to see that they are under attack, much like people raised on a junk food diet cannot conceptualize wholesome nutrition, or like the spiders who strangely go still as predatory wasps harvest them for their young, and who may even build a support structure for the parasites who will kill them:

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Some whites, however, can see the writing on the subway walls and tenement halls (that are not burnt down):

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Now, I know that this is an absolute minority opinion, but there are many thousands of peer-reviewed articles and books, which taken together lead one to conclude that the age of economic growth is over, and resource shortages are just around the corner, from oil to phosphorus:

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Oh, technology will save us, they will say. Sure, sure, we will see. But, do they have a plan B or C… or Z, if the geeks who give us that magic fuck up, or die in a pandemic, nuclear holocaust, of EMP-induced zombie apocalypse? Have they themselves got the tech under control, or are they depending on the infrastructure to survive? And, what if the infrastructure does not? If all they have is faith, how does that differ from any other form of religious fanaticism? Oh, I’ll have to ask my pastor: , he will know, that’s the American way, isn’t it?

The time of the great die off of humanity is coming. The proper response of the white warrior, those of us who still exist, should be: bring it on, for this I was born, and this is how I die. A recent blog post noted:

“In 1937 the great Anglo-Irish poet William Butler Yeats was visited by a professor from India who, after lengthy discussion over lunch, requested a message to his country. ‘Let ten thousand men of one side meet the other. That is my message to India,’ replied Yeats, who then seized a Japanese sword and shouted, ‘Conflict, more conflict!’ To twenty-first-century ears, the message might seem bizarre, and may even have jarred the constitution of Yeats’s visitor. It was rooted, however, in the context of the poet’s Romantic and nationalistic belief system — a belief system in which conflict was both natural and good, and essential to the prevention of tribal decay, pollution, and decadence.” From:

. Really, I did not know that Yeats had such big balls.

Expect conflict beyond all reckoning as the world spins to Ragnarok:

At least the empire of whoredom, which women have built, will come crashing down right on top of their fuckin’ heads:

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