Last Chance, Folks
Okay, the NPA Supporter forms finally went into the mail today. If you have been able to summon the courage to give me a postal address, you've got one coming. If you're still hiding behind your computer screen and your MightyAryanWarrior@chickenshit.com e-mail address, you don't.
Look, whatever we may babble to one another on the internet or post to those lunatic Yahoo groups, I think we all know deep down that this Northwest Migration thing is pretty much our last chance. Yes, we do. If we don't make this work, 100 years from now every biped crawling around this continent is going to have skin the color of diarrhea.
The National Alliance is gone, and nothing comparable is on the horizon, nor will be. The Weenie isn't going to cut it and I don't know anyone who seriously thinks he will--I mean, the guy posts pictures of himself on his website in his underwear, for crying out loud.
VNN? Jesus Christ on a raft! How can you have a White Nationalist organization run by a self-admitted alcoholic, a miscegenator with non-White children, and an informer who publicly testified against our old leaders in two death penalty trials, and who then spent a dozen years in the Federal Witness Protection Program? The mind truly boggles!
Leaving aside the legion of character issues besetting David Duke, and the possibility that those videotapes aren't just internet bullshit and really do exist, the fact is that he's just running laps, and it's pretty obvious to everyone that's all he's ever going to do.
Northwest Migration is it. There isn't anything else. If this fails, then the next stop is Mad Max the Road Warrior, and frankly, given the present state of the White male character I don't think we'd even be able to do anything with a scenario like that. People who won't pass out a leaflet and who won't give up the price of a twelve-pack of cheap domestic beer once a month for a legal organization aren't going to suddenly rise up like Thor the Thunder God and smite the monkoid. You don't make Road Warriors out of Simpson-esque Comic Book Guys.
There are those among us who claim to believe that "the balloon has to go up" before any kind of serious movement for White survival is possible. Frankly, I think that's just an increasingly lame excuse for the fact that everybody is simply too damned terrified to come out from their computers and try again in the real world. Or too damned lazy. It is always easy to find some justification for doing NOTHING. If we're ever going to quit that shit we need to do it now, because the bell has rung, and we're out of time.
We shouldn't be starting over again from scratch in the year 2005, but we are. We have to play the cards we're dealt, and these are the cards we've been dealt. Let's see what we can do with them.