Many of my posts and reports may seem mostly negative to many of you, but there's a reason for this. Most of the news we get today is heavily censored by the government (Liberals in control of the media is the same thing since they take their orders from other liberals in the government. It's all one great big machine.). They do this to paint a much rosier picture of the current situation in this country than really exists. Because if the public were fully aware of all the various failures occurring in the nation's infrastructure, economy, culture, and every other facet of American life, they would have long since risen up and stopped the destruction before the liberals and their Jew masters were finished. That would never do, so instead the truth is securely gagged. I tell it like it is, in all it's glorious ugliness in an attempt to wake people up. One truism about truth is that it's seldom pretty. It's usually bitter and hard to swallow, like castor oil. But also like castor oil, it's good for you. The truth is the greatest tool we have in our arsenal. It's more powerful than a regiment of Aryan soldiers. Truth arms us and wakes us up to our predicament and our duty. It is a necessary evil... I dwell on the bad, the ugly, the dark side of life, so that one day we'll all only have the bright side of life to live once again. When I was a kid this nation was a totally different place than it is today. Those of you who are over 45 know what I'm saying. You lived it too. And year by year we watched in sick horror as our beloved nation was transformed into a Third World toilet by those filthy, perverted, and amoral liberal toads. Many of you read my piece "Coming Home". It was a reminder of the way it used to be. A bitter-sweet memory of innocence lost and betrayal.

I firmly believe that the main reason we don't see the fire in our younger members that we older soldiers possess, is because they simply don't know what they lost. They are too young to know. Because once you've lived in a world where the white man was king, and the nigger kept to himself in his filthy ghettos, and the wetback didn't dare to cross our border without explicit permission, and your kids could walk to the store at 9 at night for a soda and a candy bar and not have any fear of being shot, stabbed, raped or kidnapped, then you want it back! It's the difference between a friend telling you that "I'm really sorry man. I bought you a really beautiful and expensive stereo, but somebody swiped it before I could give it to you." and already owning the stereo and experiencing the quality of it, then having it stolen... You know what you had, and what was taken. It's no longer an abstract concept you were told about, but a real thing that you have experienced. That's when you really get mad... That's why so many of us older warriors sigh in sadness and disgust at the apathy and lukewarm commitment of our younger members. They mean well, but they don't really know just how precious the thing was that was stolen. We older boys would kill a liberal politician on sight without blinking or losing a wink of sleep. That's because we truly know the gravity of their crimes. But you younger guys would have serious qualms about committing such a serious act. You would wonder deep down if it was worth it. Well, take it from those of us that were there: You have been robbed of the most precious thing a white man can possibly possess! They have stolen your birthright and your heritage, and your world!

When you read books like the Brigade or the Turner Diaries, many of you think "Wow! That's really hard core! That's really out there!" And you start to think that people fighting like that only happens in the movies because nobody could be that ruthless or committed to the cause. Wrong... We know what we lost, and it changed us. It transformed us into men that are far, far more dangerous and dedicated than our enemies. Never doubt this for a second. The older guys would sacrifice their lives without a second thought if they knew it would help to restore our world. And that's the kind of dedicated men we're looking for. Men with the testicles to back up their beliefs to the bone. And if you're not the kind of man that could do this, and you're only here to blog and be entertained, then you're wasting our time and effort and you should quit the White Movement and go back to your sheeple existence where it's nice and safe, and no risk to your beer and pizza, let alone your freedom or your life... If you're the type that'll turn tail and run at the first sign of government heat, please leave now. No pussies allowed. If you're not willing to sacrifice your job, house, and comfy life to fight for your race's survival and your right to exist as a free man, leave now. The White Movement is for men... We're not here to entertain you. If you're not willing when the call goes out to join our ranks with a rifle in your hands, you don't deserve to be here...

I'm not being rude or uncaring, only truthful. And like I said, the truth is a hard thing for most to swallow. It tastes really bad most of the time. So when you read my pieces about the evil of the mud races or their current list of crimes, or the most recent problem facing our world because of liberal poisoning of the well, or hear me complain about the world we live in, you'll know why... I'm getting the truth out...