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TRIUMPH OF THE WILL

February 1, 2016 Hangman Leave a comment

The sky rained down upon me with a fresh downpour of water, fresh off the southern ocean the wind howled across my face and the mountain in front of me reached above a misty fog, my mind burned with a desire, iron-will and discipline, the hooked cross burned in my mind as my lungs did the same, triumph of the will, the aesthetics of an era, the aesthetics of nature, excelled me through the pain of the mountain ascent, my legs become like bolts of lightening, excelling me through the stages I had trained for and wrought my body through for months prior. I was alive.

A year before I was buried, by the weight of years of nihilistic hatred and intolerance but of a kind devoid of love, of meaning, of discipline. I smoked weed, drank and ate, my body reflected this and I were 136 kgs in weight, the lifestyle pushed on our generation was of, do as what feels good, what makes you happy, succumb to temptation! In fact, live a life of temptation, lust, degeneracy! Oh yes, the time of living simply and having only what you need was gone, just do what feels good they said, I became dis-enfranchised with this world, I hated it, including myself.

I had always harboured a violent persona, fighting my way through school, I was a bully, I hated niggers, I hated everyone ‘equally‘, we were all born equal we were indoctrinated… I went to a catholic school and I hated God, Jesus the priests, faith was pathetic, life was meaningless.

I had always known of Hitler, national socialism, it were ‘hate‘, it offended people to draw swastikas and joke about the ovens, thus it drew me toward it, even if it were misunderstood youthful rebellion, ‘willpower‘, ‘truth‘ and ‘discipline‘ were devoid of the reason I drifted that way, it wasn’t until I watched ‘Triumph of the Will‘ and read ‘Mein Kampf‘, that my world came crashing down, the weight of years of degeneracy and nihilistic thought trains were replaced with truths, of a higher meaning to life and I weren’t going to succumb to the lifestyle imparted on us by the Jewish social revolution.

I crafted my body, to a more healthy 78 kgs, my mind, I had a yearning for knowledge and I began to love, I had learnt to hate but to channel it in the right direction, to love the race and what we have created, to the levels we can reach within us, for myself, how I was inside, I became on the outside.

People would ask ‘how did you do it‘ I would say ‘triumph of the will‘, is that a motivational film they would reply!? A guide? I would laugh, knowing the meekness of their character, brings them to ‘look‘, where in the nature of the strong, the fascist man, we don’t have to look, the power of the will is within us from the start.

By Anonymous
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BOOTS ON THE GROUND

THE OMEN OF ULSTER

January 31, 2016 Hangman 4 Comments

In this article, I will be taking an academic, analytic approach to the situation known as The Troubles, the period of violence in Northern Ireland in the latter half of the 20th century. I find it a valuable source of information for Nationalists to learn from, as it is one of the few examples of a widespread, sustained insurgency in the western world by western peoples and can be used to draw many parallels with what may happen in the future.

Since I’m writing for an international audience, the full details of The Troubles might not be known so I’ll give a brief overview, while I’m sure everyone knows about ‘The IRA vs The Brits‘, the situation goes back farther than that. Ireland had long been the rebellious part of the United Kingdom, and in the early 1600s King James decided to settle another troublesome group of people, the border Scots into the recently conquered Irish province of Ulster. The two peoples did not get along and there was frequent conflict between them, the focal point being the Battle of the Boyne, where the last Catholic monarch of England, James II with his largely Irish army backed by France was defeated by Prince William of Orange and Protestant supremacy in Britain, and Ireland in particular was assured afterwards. The battle remains an emotional part of the folklore of both peoples and an important part in their history.

Things mostly went along as normal (aside from a few rebellions here and there) until after the First World War, where the Irish finally launched a successful rebellion and became an independent republic in 1921. But the future issue was that 6 counties in Ulster, with a Protestant, Loyalist majority would remain part of Britain and thus the stage was set for the later conflict that we all know. Things boiled over again in the 60s when decolonization was going on and the ethnic Irish in Ulster felt that it was time the British left the island for good. The Loyalists were willing to do anything to prevent that, and the British government mostly just wanted to keep the peace. What followed was a 30 year, three-way conflict that would see 50,000 people killed and wounded before things reached a stalemate in 1998.

I’m not going to do a history of The Troubles, there’s a great many resources out there you can learn from if you’re interested (if you want something to start with, try the BBC documentary Provos Loyalists and Brits). I will be analyzing the various strategies the paramilitary/insurgent groups used, the counter-insurgency methods used by the British government and where they fucked up and where they went right. So let’s dive right in.

Claiming Territory: Like current Islamic ‘no go‘ neighbourhoods for police and ethnic Europeans, the community boundaries of Northern Ireland were clearly marked. You know exactly whose neighbourhood you’re in at any given moment by the plethora of flags flying and countless wall murals and symbols. It’s dangerous to be in one not your own, you risked getting the shit kicked out of you if someone picked up on your accent or asked where you were from at the very least.

These communities were effectively under the control of either side’s paramilitary group, British troops or Ulster policemen did not enter Irish neighbourhoods without a serious amount of backup and a reason to go in. Once you did, you can be sure the locals were going to be putting up a racket to alert the IRA to your presence (usually by banging metal garbage lids on the concrete) and a mob would start forming to pelt you with garbage and rocks.

What we can learn from this is that while Muslims have already established something similar to their own, perhaps in the near future, it’s highly probable that European Nationalists may establish ‘no go‘ neighbourhoods for migrants. A few flags, graffiti on walls and the occasional bashing of the stray paki that wanders in will mark this territory as their own and draw the future battle lines clearly.

Drawing the Public In: I can already hear the groans about trying to mobilize the clueless masses, it’s been tried countless times but nothing yet has seemed to get them off their asses and their faces out of the electric Jew. The Muslims will, I have no doubt about that. If they are provoked (pray for a German Breivik), they will most assuredly start to attack with more frequency and intensity. This is what we want, in Northern Ireland you were born into a side in an active war, there were no bystanders, no non-combatants and you’d be reminded of that if you decided to try and act otherwise by a knife in the ribs or a few boots in your spine.

People will bitch and moan about ‘heinous acts‘ from their own side as long as they feel they’re in peace and comfort. The communities in Northern Ireland honored the fighters on their side regardless of what they did, I’m reminded of the incident with Michael Stone, a loyalist who ambushed a funeral for three IRA members killed by the SAS and lobbed a few frag grenades into the crowd of mourners before fending off the mob with a pair of pistols. He’s a hero to the Ulster Loyalists while most people would decry him as a heartless terrorist nowadays. Get the situation tense enough and nationalists will be able to act with much greater freedom than before. This leads into my next point.

Never Let Things Cool Off: There were obviously ebbs and flows of combat during the troubles, it lasted decades after all. However, whenever things started to die down a bit, you can be sure some side would wind up doing something to provoke the other and kick-start the cycle of violence once more. In 1972, there was a particular incident ‘Bloody Sunday‘, the year before had seen the biggest escalation so far. There were riots over a newly introduced policy of internment for IRA suspects, relations between the Irish community and British army (who were surprisingly welcomed at first) deteriorated as several soldiers and civilians had been killed in the riots. It was a tense time but it was more than possible to weather the storm and let the new reality sink in.

The Troubles might have ended by the end of that decade were it not for the poor discipline of the British Army’s Paratroopers, who in a moment of panic and confusion when confronted with an angry mob, and in full view of the press, opened fire on the crowd, shooting close to 30 people and killing half of them. This had an absolutely explosive effect as you can imagine, support and recruitment for the IRA surged and the incident can be credited for turning the IRA into the formidable guerrilla movement it’s known as today. The IRA was on the path to extinction and would have likely faded if not for the trigger-happiness of some British paras. Each side in this coming fight will have a long list of incidents to avenge, and it will be added to frequently.

Collusion: Collusion between elements of the British Army and Intelligence services with the Loyalist paramilitaries (who they were officially opposed to) remained a strong sore point for the Republican/IRA cause. Much of the info is still classified but there is still quite a bit of evidence of collusion between the two groups. We can possibly expect something similar in the coming years, rogue elements of system’s armed wings coming to us with information and assistance. Like in Northern Ireland, I imagine some agents/military men will ultimately view the Islamists as the ‘real enemy’ and the nationalists as simply reacting to Muslim provocation, who should fade away once the Islamist threat is dealt with and things will be able to return to democratic normalcy.

Obviously however, we should be extremely cautious about affiliating or being in contact with such personnel as we’d have no way of knowing whether if they were a genuine sympathizer or an infiltrator out to collect intelligence on us. The government today is far less sympathetic than the British government was to the Ulster Loyalists during that era. Still, there exists the possibility that there will be collaboration between Nationalist groups and rogue elements on the system’s military/intelligence services fed up with the limp-wristedness of how their government in prosecuting the war against the Islamists.

Traitors: We should all be aware of the danger that infiltrator’s, spies and snitches pose to any nationalist movement, especially once things escalate to the point of violence. Intelligence operations in Northern Ireland were extensive; there were major campaigns involving electronic monitoring, recruiting double agents, and elaborate evidence gathering campaigns. There were several strings of mass arrests involving the IRA that crippled their operations for a time. Even the slightest suspicion that you were involved with it was cause to grab you and ship you off to an internment camp.

The lessons to learn from this are thus; limit information to those that are absolutely trusted and are completely committed to the cause with no possible weaknesses such as finances or family, operate in a cell structure so that if one unit goes down, it minimizes the impact on the organization as a whole and finally, go to the ends of the earth to punish known traitors to serve as an example to others. The IRA made it known that if you turned traitor, you and your loved ones would suffer a far worse fate than whatever the British state could do to you or them.

Arms: If a war is to be fought, arms will be needed for it. While I’m sure that those in North America will have little trouble with this, those in Europe will invariably have to work much harder at it. Initially we can expect that arsenals will be made mostly from private ownership; hunting rifles and shotguns with perhaps the occasional handgun. The paramilitaries in Northern Ireland were heavily armed and acquired their weapons through a variety of means; homemade weapons (The loyalists built hundreds of Sten-like SMGs), sympathetic foreign powers (Libya for the IRA, South Africa for the Loyalists), theft from police/military stores and black market sources. It takes time and a lot of effort to build up an arsenal, but in a few years the IRA went from leftover WW2 small arms, private hunting rifles, to homemade mortars and AR15s.

They’re going to come for your guns, that much is obvious. There’s going to be no-knock raids where doors are kicked in and houses torn apart looking for stashes of firearms. There are two lessons to learn from this; acquire weapons in small, frequent amounts rather than giving the authorities the opportunity to cash in on a big arms shipment bust. The second lesson would be to take a page from the Turner Diaries with regards to caches, many small stores scattered about the place are far less damaging than a single big store if they are found and seized.

The Dangers of Splintering: Though I’ve mostly spoken of the IRA at this point, I’d like to shine a light on their counterparts on the Loyalist side. The Loyalist Paramilitaries were in a better position to wage an effective insurgent campaign against the Irish Catholic community but struggled to seize the opportunity. They had sympathizers in both the police force, the RUC (Royal Ulster Constabulary), easily the most militarized police force Britain has ever had, the UDF (Ulster Defense Regiment, the local British army regiment) had several scandals in which arms were given over to Loyalist paramilitary groups. They had better access to equipment, arms and could be practically guaranteed that the local authorities would turn a blind eye to their activities and yet they were never as effective as the IRA was.

Why? Because there was a fucking ton of them and none of them really bigger than the other. Where the Republican Irish community certainly had its own splinter groups of the IRA, they were never nearly as influential and had to move in lock step with them to remain relevant. The Loyalist groups were constantly competing with each other for influence and membership, to the point where it boiled over into violence between them several times. The blame rests squarely on a squabbling and egotistical leadership who were more concerned with themselves being the chief rather than cooperating and having to share power. The lessons from this are that any group should have a formal means of addressing grievances, and squashing petty quarrels between it’s own members and other organizations lest it turn into a violent schism.

Rhetoric Must Match Deeds: This has been covered before in other articles and discussions, but if we are to fight, we must abandon the victimization, moralistic reasoning and slogans that permeate the far-right at the moment (bitching about persecution, white genocide and all that nonsense). We are the wolves and we aim to destroy those who oppose us utterly, let us say so. I say this because it was ultimately the IRA’s own rhetoric and moralistic posturing that did them in. They could still be fighting today if not for the incident of the Enniskillen Bombing. For years the IRA had toed a more or less social-democrat line of complaints and justification for their actions. They were persecuted, second-class citizens, the British state was murdering them without justification, their aims were just and noble and they were the heroic good guy freedom fighters in all this etc etc.

That rhetoric blew up in the faces with the Enniskillen Bombing, it shook the organization to its core and damaged their PR beyond repair. They detonated a bomb in a crowd on a Remembrance Sunday, the annual commemoration of British war dead from WW1 and killed a great many of them. The act of killing a large number of civilians out to mourn fallen ancestors in a war that had little to do with Irish independence was viewed as a heinous and hideous betrayal of the ideals that the IRA stood for, and greatly weakened them afterwards, the incident ultimately leading to them agreeing to come to peace negotiations with the British government.

In conclusion, I hope I’ve painted a bit of a picture of what the future might hold for us. We may have a tendency to romanticize what a coming war may look based on fiction like the Turner Diaries or Hunter, however if we use The Troubles as a gauge, the future looks more gritty and cloak-and-dagger. Let us read and go into whatever we may face with full knowledge of the situation and what may appear. I’ll be around in the comment section for any questions or further discussion.

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WORLDVIEW

F101 EQUALITY & INEQUALITY

January 9, 2016 Hangman Leave a comment

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THE STRUGGLE

FINNDEPENDENCE DAY

January 6, 2016 Hangman 2 Comments

Exactly one month ago the whole world heard Finnish nationalists. Today you'll learn why. — Exactly one month ago the whole world heard Finnish nationalists laughing. Today you’ll learn why.

The Independence Day was always my favorite day of the year, even before I became an evil nazi, everyone’s out celebrating like it’s one big fucking birthday for the entire country. Well, it is. But the independence day 2015 just blew the previous ones out of the water, period. I am a lucky bastard, I started to become really active in the nationalist scene as we started to arrange these big torch marches in Helsinki to remember our fallen heroes. Last year’s march was a success, 200 nationalists marched through Helsinki to Hietaniemi cemetery, where our heroes in the struggle against Bolshevism are buried. There was zero red opposition, absolutely none. Considering this was the first time we did this, it couldn’t have gone smoother.

So, naturally, I was extremely stoked for the next march. The hype started months before the march. And you can guess the kind. The reds threatened they’d stop the march with force, and the mainstream news were all over it instantly. “Neo nazi march holocausting minorities on the streets of our dear capital, read now“, et cetera. The cops started gearing up as well, getting armored cars and FN 303 riot guns as this sort of thing was unprecedented here.

A few years before, our nationalist media had been very marginalized, but starting 2015, there was a colossal surge, giving the established jewspapers a real scare. First they tried ignoring it, then they started a huge smear campaign, calling anyone who read the alternative media was a holocaust denying nazi, literally. One of the headlines literally read “Holocaust didn’t happen and other alternative media claims” and had a flowchart showing how all alternative media was controlled by a nazi conspiracy. But when they noticed the alternative nationalist media was just gaining more and more hits as they were losing them, they went quiet again. One of the most popular ones is in the top 40 of all sites in Finland right now, which makes it more popular than most of the ZOG controlled outlets, giving us awesome reach. So as the ZOG attacked the march, we kept promoting it all over and ripping on the reds.

The reds probably realized, all too late, that things wouldn’t go their way and they would be hopelessly, utterly outnumbered, so a day before the march the antifas released a statement on the site dedicated to opposing the march that they denounce all violence. This, after months of posting empty threats about smashing the nazis, making them collectively look like even bigger cucks than ever before. They absolutely blew handling it which just contributed to our victory.

On the day of the march, a bunch of my comrades and I arrived to the square early. Even though the march wouldn’t begin for almost an hour, there were already people everywhere and there was a huge amount of cop cars circling the area. But the time felt more like a couple of minutes as I chatted with old and new comrades, everyone felt as excited as I was – time just flew by. A little before the actual event was to begin we were joined by a big marching column of nationalist from another, earlier event, with a big flag of Finland held by the leader. They were welcomed to our ranks with huge applause. The event was about to begin, and there were nationalists beyond my wildest expectations. Last year we had 200, I assumed we’d have about 400 this year, but it turned out to be almost double that.

In addition to cops, the media started to swarm the place. As I would later find out, foreign jewish reporters had attended and had been completely shoah’d on the spot in an instant, writing how it was exactly like the Triumph of the Will all over again. We couldn’t have gotten a better compliment. One called the march as ‘frightening as it was well organized‘.

The actual event begun with a speech by Tapio Linna, speaking about the nature of true nationalism, and praising the soldiers that allowed us to be here on this day. There was no room for shilling here, even Mr. Linna had promoted Horst Mahler recently. After the speech was over, the organizers begun handing out torches, but due to the sheer amount of people, they ran out quick.

It was storming, but the spirits were so high no one seemed to notice. The march continued steady towards the cemetery, and I would notice only a few lone leftists protesting on the streets that caused much amusement to the marchers. Only at one point did the reds try to disrupt the march, but it was such an extremely pathetic attempt I only heard of it later – I thought at that time the handful of reds were just standing there like the cucks they are. Pretty much the entire march chanted “HAHAHA, ANTIFA” at them, and due to the acoustics of the downtown Helsinki, you could hear it loud and clear far away. Some antifas tried to toss rocks at the march (and failed at that, of course) and some tried throwing flares that landed right in front of their own feet, and then the reds got shot at with the riot guns. There is video material from an anarchist livestream of an obese, bald antifa manchild (imagine Uncle Fester from Addams Family) crying his eyes out about nazis, it became an instant meme in the Finnish social media.

The march flowed smoothly through Helsinki, and everyone was having simply an amazing time. The only other attempt the reds made to disrupt the march was trying to block it with a van, but they were instantly led to the side of the street. And again, the reds provided incomparable amusement to the nationalists as three masked fags sat in the van all looking fucking pissed off and got only madder as the marchers banged the side and the windows of the van as they marched by.

When we reached the cemetery, we laid wreathes and candles, and the official part of the march was nearing its end, but I would hang out for longer, chilling with a few new cool comrades I had met and later head towards home with my comrades, very fulfilled.

The weeks following the march have been constant shoah. It wasn’t supposed to happen, ZOG blew it. The threat of “NEO-NAZI FASCISM ON OUR STREETS” has been all over the news and papers, one jewish owned newspaper literally aired footage of the march side by side with torch march of the Sturmabteilung. You simply can’t grab a paper these days without a shit eating grin.

The fun was far from over though, the faggotry of the reds knows no bounds. The cops had arrested some hundred reds for trying to start shit, and housed them in cells filled with lice, and afterwards the reds released a warning to all members to make sure they weren’t infected. It, too, became instantly famous. You can probably guess the kind of jokes that circulated: “Great, now someone has to clean up the cell after the reds, smdh.” / “They had other insects up there, in addition to the antifas?” / “Having to take their bi-annual shower probably left them deeply scarred” etc.

But the pain still wouldn’t end for them. The reds held a meeting in Turku for legal advice in a cafe for all reds who were arrested. About five nationalists walked in, ordered some coffee, and just sat down to enjoy the show. The reds immediately went silent and all covered their heads and begged them to leave, not having balls to raise a finger despite of being around 40 strong. The nationalists simply sat and enjoyed themselves. Then the reds begged the staff to remove them, but they wouldn’t. Why would they? And in the end, in true System pig fashion, they called the cops. The cops checked the nationalists’ papers, and then when they turned to the reds, they all ran. Like always.

All in all, what an amazing day, what an amazing month. Couldn’t have asked for a better one. 1488

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1488 CONFESSIONS

FITTING IN

December 28, 2015 Hangman 1 Comment

I am young, I will not go into too much detail as to how young for anonymity’s sake, so all I will say is I am under eighteen. A few years ago I was very fat, I had no real friends and all I did was play video games. I was the typical American loser. I knew a guy, let’s call him S, he was one of the “cool kids“. He was known for doing drugs and being someone you do not want to fuck with. I really wanted to be his friend. One day he and my old friend J walked up to me and asked me if I wanted to hang out after school. I obliged of course. Now, at this time in my adolescence I really had no morals or beliefs, I’d do anything that would make me fit in.

After school that day I hung out with S and J and they offered me some weed. I had never done anything like that and I have always liked to try new things, plus it would help me ingratiate myself with them, so I decided to try it. I liked it. As I started to hang out with them more and more I started to try more things with them, I started to smoke cigarettes, drink, drop acid etc. It got to the point where I did nothing but spend all my money on drugs. Couple all that with my general nihilistic outlook and terrible obesity, and you have a real problem on your hands. It got so bad that the school’s scale didn’t accurately measure my weight because I was almost three hundred fucking pounds. Instead of feeling any sort of shame, I embraced it. I didn’t care how fat and pathetic I was, nor did I care that I had a dependence on narcotics and literally zeros in most of my classes. I didn’t realize it at the time, but deep down I hated myself.

The only thing I could say was partially a good quality about myself was my intelligence, but I didn’t ever use it. I was starting my life off in the worst way possible and that’s not what anyone in their right mind wants. After a year of living like that, I realized there was a problem. I was not happy. Luckily, my epiphany coincided with my discovery of George Lincoln Rockwell and William Luther Pierce. At first I listened to them because I had always been racist, and I thought it would be funny to hear how racist Neo-Nazis were. I was surprised to find that instead of humor, I found truth. Everything I heard or read was so enlightening, and I quickly became consumed with racial politics. This, however, did NOT save me. In fact it made my life worse. I was weak and couldn’t handle the truth. I didn’t want to live in a sick society because that would mean I would have to rise above it, and I would’ve much rather simply revel in the decay. It took a long time to make myself change. I knew the person I was should’ve been gassed, but I didn’t want to give up the only things that made me happy. The thing about doing drugs, drinking and binge eating is, it makes your life miserable. But you don’t want to stop because these things are the only things that you enjoy. After sufficient research and enough time to think, I decided that was done. That me was gone, and from now on I was going to focus on productive things to do with my time.

I decided to tackle substance abuse first as I felt like it would be easiest. After a lot of struggling, I had dropped my most of my dependence on drugs and found pleasure from reading, or drawing. I messed up a few times but by distancing myself from my degenerate friends I had cut off my supply and had no way to get drugs even if I wanted them. At this point I was halfway on the road to health, and it was almost summer.

I decided that I would be fit come September the next year. In actuality, dropping over one hundred pounds in three months is impossible, but at the time I did not know that. I started with just running, I hated it at first. I couldn’t run five paces without getting tired. Thankfully though I kept at it, and doing it made me feel good. It felt like I was making a positive impact on myself, nothing I had really felt before. I used NS propaganda as motivation to better myself, and it worked. It actually worked. Thinking about being superior to everyone else certainly was a good motivator. The inequality of the outlook really made me feel like a lesser being, and I hated that. I wanted to be the best I could be and I’d do anything to achieve those ends.

By the time September rolled around, I was sitting at about two hundred and thirty pounds, a good twenty to thirty pounds less than when I started. I may have still been a blimp, but I weighed less than I did before and I was proud of that.

It was the new school year, and I started to see less and less of J and S. They hardly even came to school at this point and they just seemed pathetic, I did not want to be anything like them. From then on my social life was dominated by politics, all I did was read or listen, constantly scrutinizing myself and trying to find things to improve. Fast forward a few years and here I am, I haven’t even so much as touched a cigarette for a year, and I am no longer overweight. I am in a committed relationship with my girlfriend, I had real, healthy friendships, and I am happy with myself.

I owe it all to NS politics giving me a positive outlook on life that drastically changed who I am.

By Anonymous
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UNCATEGORIZED

KIKEMAS IS HERE!

December 25, 2015 Hangman 1 Comment

You have been visited by the Ghost of Kikemas Past! See how Kikemas has been celebrated in years past on IronMarch.org! Check out all these amazing Kikemas cards to help you get into the holiday spirit!

Kikemas Cards and Stickers

The Ghost of Kikemas Present wants you to go out caroling this year with the IM original Kikemas Carol “12 days of the Rope“. Don’t be a Jew-Scrooge now!

On the 12th Day of the Rope
My comrades gave to me
TWELVE BILLION GASSED KIKES
ELEVEN BURNING MOSQUES
TEN EXECUTED RACE TRAITORS
NINE ELECTROCUTED FEMINISTS
EIGHT POISONED POLITICIANS
SEVEN ANTIFAS BURNED
SIX DECAPITATED COMMIES
FIVE CASTRATED FAGGOTS
FOUR TORTURED GYPSIES
THREE BEAT UP TRANNIES
TWO DEAD DYKES
AND A NIGGER HUNG FROM A TREE

But there’s more carol lyrics available, go out and spread the joy with “God Bless us Everyone” remastered as “Race War has Just Begun!”

Come together one and all
In the fascist spirit
Beneath the banners standing tall
Joyously we feel it

Hitler’s word sent from above
Guide us on our way
We raise our voice as we rejoice
We’ll keep the foe at bay

Zog-state shall be undone
Race War has just begun

To the voices no one hears
We have come to guide you
With your laughter and your tears
Honor, strength and virtue

Our Race and folk, our land and Sun
Each a treasure be
Truth’s shining light dispels the night
Now our eyes can see

Burning brighter than the sun
Race War has just begun
Zog-state shall be undone
Race War has just begun

Come together one and all
In the fascist spirit
Beneath the banners standing tall
Joyously we feel it

Our Race and folk, our land and Sun
Each a treasure be
Truth’s shining light dispels the night
Now our eyes can see

Burning brighter than the sun
Race War has just begun
Zog-state shall be undone!
Race War has just begun!

Finally, the Ghost of Kikemas Future wants your pledge, that in the coming year you’ll do all you can to draw closer the Race War New Year and not let the Jew-Grinch steal it from us . For Blood and Soil, Kin and Folk, the 14 Words and Truth, from all of us and to you and yours – a Mery Kikemas and a Race War New Year!

Sieg Heil!

FASCIST ART

HARDSHIP

December 25, 2015 Hangman 1 Comment

odinpainting — Art Submission – “Hardship” by Odin

“Struggle and hardship is a part of every victory, and every step we take. Throughout history and into the future struggle has and will be with us, it will only make us stronger and we must remember all who died for Fascism.”

“Hardship” is a painting submitted by Odin of the Atomwaffen Division.

WORLDVIEW

f101 | WV #4 | CYCLICAL HISTORY

December 22, 2015 Hangman Leave a comment

First try of reading from the script. Feels more dull as opposed to the free-speeking episodes I did before. What’s your take?

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PROMOTING MATERIALS:

Go and check out the “Next Leap Anthology“, a collection of IM articles by myself, Zeiger and other IM users regarding the fascist worldview, it will cover a lot of the same ground that you will hear on f101 but obviously the channel will go further. Check it out here:http://laraj.ca/AGwiki/uploads/Contem…

For those who are already in the know but only at the start of their journey into the fascist worldview have a look at the “Open Letter to the White Man“: http://laraj.ca/AGwiki/uploads/Contem…

Want to argue against our enemies? Have a look at Zeiger’s “Hammer of the Patriot“, a guide to how win an argument against the modern shill:http://laraj.ca/AGwiki/uploads/Contem…

FASCIST ART

‘A SQUIRE’S TRIAL’ PUBLISHED

December 22, 2015 Hangman 2 Comments

“Would you truly consider him mad who’d want to revive chivalry?”

“Encounter of a lifetime comes around exactly that often – only once in a lifetime, and it can change everything. Some people miss their chance completely, perhaps without even realizing what it is that they have missed, while others waste no time in seizing the moment and enjoy the rewards.

And can there be any greater reward than realizing that there is a whole other horizon stretching out before us all, that lays obscured by a bleak man-made scenery?”

“A Squire’s Trial” is a ‘Greek dialogue’ framed in a fictional story, retelling the encounter between an average person and a Fascist during the course of which the Fascist worldview is unraveled in the simplest terms possible.

Based on a real conversation, edited and reworked to create the characters of Don and his newfound friend, infused with symbols, hints and quotes, this story was written with the intention of becoming the perfect way to introduce someone to Fascism in broad strokes.

Check it out for free and if you liked it or would like to support IronMarch and all of its projects, including NOOSE, buy it now on Lulu .

1488 CONFESSIONS

ADDICTION – SPIRITUAL SYPHILIS

December 15, 2015 Hangman 4 Comments

I wouldn’t have written this article without the active pestering of the admin because this isn’t something I’m particularly proud of. Love it or hate it, you can blame him. I’m not mentioning any names to not to mix up any of my comrades. They know, but addicts are bad PR, even the ex-ones.

There isn’t really a clear starting point for my story or one event I could pinpoint that “caused” me to became a degenerate. I developed extreme chronic pains at twelve, and since kids don’t receive practically no pain relief, at least where I live, I started to self-medicate in the only way I knew, by drinking. Fast forward nine years, if you could get it here, I had done it and even if you couldn’t get it here I probably had done it as well. I didn’t give a fuck, I even racemixed a few times, I didn’t even care to rationalize my drug use, but hospitals being extremely stingy with any sort of pain relief gave a neat excuse. If you don’t wanna help, fine, easier to find better stuff from the streets anyway. If you use hard drugs every single day for years, you turn into a zombie and days blend together and events became hard to tell apart, I found myself asking people what month it was currently.

I’m not going to lie, some of the best experiences of my life were on drugs, and they were absolutely amazing. But between chasing those moments, I was pretty miserable, concentrating on finding something to do, anything, to make it through the day.

One of the few benefits of growing up like this is that you’re automatically aware of the acute race problem. The stereotype of a open borders pot smoking hippie might be true, but I’m talking about hard drugs here, muds were always, without fail involved, and everybody fucking hated them. I saw a friend of mine going from a non-racist to praising Einsatzgruppen for exterminating gypsies in the space of few months, a sentiment I wholly shared and share.

I could write a tome on all the shit I’ve had to witness from the non-whites, and I still wouldn’t get even close, but if you’re reading Noose, you too are probably aware of the race problem, so I don’t need to preach to the choir. Avoided death by stabbing by a gang of somalians neatly, had gypsies pull a gun on me, seen dozens of people end up in hospital for various reasons. The list goes on.

I had had a bunch of NS friends who were a massive positive influence on me, but for the longest time all they could do is poke me in the right direction. You can’t quit drugs unless you truly desire it yourself, that’s how you hear stories of people going to rehab ten times. My moment came when I had a good friend visit me and I binged hardcore for almost two months, and the comedown, well, the comedown felt like you had binged for two months. And that’s the first time I really questioned if there was any sense in this.

The entire country was going to shit, I knew this before the first invader centers opened with the grand mudflood. They just made the problem too huge to ignore anymore for the average person, but due to wallowing in the filth of the society, it had been obvious to me for a far longer time, and I knew only radical measures could turn it around. I couldn’t remain idle any longer, I had the desire to do something, help in any way I can. But I also knew that as a prime roping candidate, at worst I’d be useless, crippled by addiction and at best a massive hypocrite. I knew then that I need to kick the drugs before I got any business hanging out with real national socialists and actually being of any use.

Coincidentally a good friend of mine was also cutting down on drugs and another one had lost his house and had upped his drug use tremendously. We had a small two man support group, we just had to force ourselves to come up with something non-drug related to do, anything, even if it was fucking playing tic-tac-toe, anything else than drugs. At the beginning we couldn’t stop talking about drugs, literally. When your entire life has revolved around drugs for years and nothing else, you can’t even talk about anything else. Slowly but surely as I could lower doses there and drop something else entirely here and visit a friend and maybe only smoke a bit and drink a few cans of beer, things got better. And watching how my friend’s life, who started doing drugs even more just got progressively worse as mine improved was a great motivator as well. Now and then got calls about getting arrested, getting shanked by shitskins, gyppos robbing him, so forth, I was just so glad I had made the right decision.

At the point when I had successfully kicked addiction to anything else than opiates, I felt I was ready to contact the NS friends who I barely knew and ask if they’d be willing to hang out. And from there, my life started to improve in huge steps, as I could much more easily fill my weeks with non-drug related activities, even if it was just leafleting I’d be so totally up for that. I kept trying to hang out with the NS crowd as much as possible, it was a massive positive influence, if you have something smart to do, you don’t even think about drugs. And my comrades being generally all around hilarious people and joy to be around was just a bonus.

But, I was still hooked on opiates. They’re the best and the worst. There isn’t truth in television. Heroin – and other opiates – don’t really hit you with this orgasmic feel that leaves you incapacitated а la Trainspotting. It’s much more subtle, and it really makes it worse. They make the world seem like a great place, and like everything’s alright and the best thing is, you can function almost perfectly normally on them. Drive a car, go to work, go shopping, whatever. You couldn’t do this rushing or on psychedelics. And unlike with other drugs, there are no downsides, no comedown. Only the physical addiction if you do it for a week or two. And I had done them for, I don’t know, three years or so.

Leaving the other drugs really aggravated the opiate addiction. Even though I had decided to improve and kick the old habits, I allowed myself leeway with opis. I gotta eat them anyway, so is it really so bad if I take some extra, if I’m feeling really down? And since all my friends would be strung out on speed anyway, taking a small dose of opiates would remove the temptation to do any speed…if there’s temptation, you will find a way to rationalize it to yourself. That addiction had to go as well.

My comrades called and asked if I was up to some healthy wholesome hiking in a wintery forest the next day. I was feeling like shit, but sure I was. The absolutely worst thing you can do is stay home and do nothing, because that’s when the temptation strikes.

One of the good sides of opiates, they make you unable to feel cold, which is heavenly in the arctic circle. Only, as with all drugs, it’s borrowed time. The next day, I took only strictly my prescribed amount which is so laughable an amount compared to what I was actually doing I can’t even write it down. Practically it was the same thing as taking nothing.

Opiate withdrawals often get compared to a terrible flu, but it doesn’t really cut it. It really is borrowed time, all the pain the drugs took away comes back, with a vengeance. The walk can’t have been more than 5 kilometers one way. But the snow was above our knees, and the only physical activity I had done during the last year was running from the cops or the security, so I was not off to a good start. Every step was like jumping into a bathtub filled with sweat, and in -25C [-13F] it flash froze. I wished I was in the Bataan Death March, they didn’t have to deal with snow.

When I got home, I took one shower with clothes on and one with clothes off. Hadn’t promised to meet up with the comrades for several days, so I counted I had good time to get rid of the WDs and save the opiates. A few days in, I was afraid I’d die. A few more days in, I was afraid that I wouldn’t die. Got a call from a comrade if I wanted to attend, had to decline. Felt bad about it, but so far it’s been the only time I’ve had to decline due to drugs. I managed to kick the opis cold turkey, the fact I was too sick to crawl out of my house probably contributed as well. Not wanting repeat that nightmare was a decent motivator as well. After that for a month or so I was afraid to take opis even when I actually needed them. Goes without saying, but not having to go to bed wondering how you make it through the next day alone improves your life so much.

And the more time I spent with my comrades, the more obvious the differences between them and the degenerate crowd became. One of the biggest differences is trust. I would trust these people with my life, and if they say something, they’ll do exactly that. That’s something I have enormous respect for. In the junkie crowd, there was overwhelming lack of trust between everyone. Like little children, you couldn’t and wouldn’t leave them unattended for a second, I’ve seen a dozen junkies outdo a bulldozer in sheer destruction too many times, so I know better than that.

I’m not gonna pretend I’m a monk and say “I was lost but now I’m saved, heil Hitler“, I lapsed a few times, but luckily they were small missteps and I never again fell into total binging anymore. As I kept hitting the gym and attending hand to hand training, I got into much better shape and I could slowly cut down on the small amount of opiates I still ate. I was feeling better physically and mentally than I had, well, ever.

95% of my friends were junkies on some level, so my days were pretty much filled with punching the bag and punching it some more, to avoid temptation. The worst thing in trying to quit is that when you need drugs, there aren’t any, and when you DON’T want drugs, every place is just bursting with free drugs and people are giving them out left and right. At some point punching the bag and beating your dick just became a bit dull, and then I got a call from an old friend of mine. I rationalized I had been so good for so long I deserved to have a little fun, don’t wanna have a burnout here, do we?

Long story short, a couple of my friends and one junkie whore were having a chill night at one of my friend’s place, high as shit on speed and watching old comedies and spending the night. After I was done nailing her, we all hit the sauna. The girl left after about five minutes in, didn’t think much about it, she probably couldn’t take heat and we were having good time. Another five minutes in I took a break to grab a few cans of beer, and noticed she was gone. The speed paranoia kicked in immediately, and for the only time in my life I’m glad it did. Checked my jeans and noticed my wallet was gone. I cursed and quickly put my pants on and out of the apartment. My friend was living in a block of flats and I noticed she had taken an elevator, so I ran the stairs down and when the elevator doors opened, I jumped in grabbed her and demanded the wallet. Of course she lied, but pretty soon she folded.

After that, I remembered what I had left behind and why. This really highlights the pervasive lack of trust. Even your “friends” try to steal from you. I was a bit disappointed, in myself the most, but my goals were crystal clear again and the next months I spent rigorously improving myself, didn’t have the slightest desire to start using again.

Now, a year later, I can say I did the right choice. Obviously. I went through the shit, and now I’m reaping the benefits. I hang out with comrades who I trust, and who trust me, I’m in good shape, and I’m fighting for something greater than my own basic survival.

Hitler taught me how to rise above what you once were. I’ll end this little story with a quote from Rockwell, who described his ex-degenerate Stormtrooper, whom I immediately identified with:

“The young man escaped the vicious circle of despair, boredom and degeneracy of millions of “modern youth” ONLY because he happened upon the spiritual life-preserver of Nazi love of Race and Nation before he sank forever into the putrid slime of modern spiritual syphilis. There will be many who will say that he could have been saved, perhaps even more effectively by religion. Fifty years ago, yes. But I have had five years of experience seeing these lost kids on college campuses all over America. And I can assure the reader that most of these young people are far too cynical and hardened to be able to open their ears and heart even for a moment to ACCEPT a religious approach. Start talking about religion to such hard-case cynics and you drive them further and further away, no matter how hard you try. It takes a new and SHOCKING approach, a dramatic and powerful approach to have any hope of making an impression on such lost, bitter kids. We have it, and it works. Millions and millions of the youth of all Western nations are sinking into various degrees of the misery and degradation of the young “beat” who came to our door in beard, blanket and sandals.” –GLR, White Power, Chapter 2 (Spiritual Syphilis)

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