Anonymous 10/16/2020 (Fri) 13:16:56 Id: 569694 No.82560 del
Go back to the imaginary construct I mentioned earlier for a moment, the painter. Imagine that local modern galleries where hawkers sell their demented art were instead filled with creations such as that. Creations made not just for themselves but to capture moments of beauty for all to share. Visions made to lift the spirit of a brother lost to misery, to show our sons and daughters what a world of beauty is beyond their small childlike worldview. Imagine a bookshop not filled with the diaries of angry homosexuals bemoaning the fact their mentally ill ilk are "oppressed" for wanting to molest children, imagine instead of pieces of corrosive Jewish ideals and hatred instead were the words of a nobler generation influenced by actually great Men. Imagine a grocery in place of a supermarket where instead of chemical laden garbage the food on offer was made by your own people for your own people, with care and pride taken at every point from the growing of the ingredients to the careful presentation upon the shelves of a shop that supports a community with both jobs and the removal of Jewish capital with money flowing to kin rather than a foreign tribe. Many say this is a dream, that such a thing cannot happen. I ask you, why can it not? Why *must* we live in a soulless world stripped of joy and creation. If I wished to, I could write some diatribe ridden drivel with "psuedo" right wing talking points aimed at the Trump crowd from a "based Anglo" perspective, milking the unsuspecting boomer and foolish young Republicans with more rubbish to sate their desire for "edgy" material. But I don't. I won't. I write for you instead, for my brothers lost in this miserable age. Would you like to know why I enjoy writing, why I enjoy making these pieces on here, this quiet corner of the internet? As I find joy in it. I find joy in knowing that even in this small way I am creating something for the good of my people as have many others before me. This, this is creation. It is not just my creation but the creation of every individual who takes something from it and leaves something as well.