Whites Aren’t Stupid – We Just Lack Leaders

By Jez Turner:

Our Promethean yearning to conquer the stars; our never ending quest to solve the scientific mysteries that enshroud our world; the pleasing complex harmony of our architecture; the sublime beauty of our art; the thoroughness of our thinking; the profundity of our philosophy; the magic of our music; the lucidity of our literature and our bravery in battle are all characteristics of our race, the White race.

And yet these same characteristics seemingly sit oddly with our current general lackadaisical lethargy and our supine willingness to be dragged to our utter extermination. The seemingly lemming like behaviour of Europeans, whether in the European homelands or in the diaspora, has to be examined and examined carefully.

All too many nationalist thinkers and activists, worn down by long years of toil in trying to wake up Whites, resignedly take the view that ‘Whites are stupid’ and therefore ‘deserve all that they get’. However, this shows, as does their seeming failure, some Nationalist’s misunderstanding of population dynamics and how much egalitarian thought patterns have penetrated even their own supposedly realistic philosophy.

It is a strange thing to sit and watch a race die, stranger still to watch it do so without a fight.

Fantasy:

Edgar Rice Burroughs a novelist in the heroic vitalist mould is most famous for his Tarzan novels, but among sci-fi adherents he is most popular for his ‘John Carter of Mars’ novels, recently made into the film ‘John Carter’.

In the film narrative, the American, John Carter, a fierce veteran of the Confederate Cause, is transported to Mars, where he finds that due to gravitational differences he has super-Martian powers of strength and speed.

He duly sets about trying to save Mars from ‘the Predator City’, a nomadic city that moves across the planet’s surface, beetle–like, on huge mechanical legs destroying everything in its path. This Martian civil war has been continuing for 1,000’s of years and gradually the planet is becoming a desert wasteland.

In rallying and leading the beleaguered anti-Predator City forces, principally the green Spiders of Mars and the various humanoid tribes, Carter begins to turn the tide and it is at this point that he arouses the wrath of ‘The Thern’ – intergalactic shape-shifting parasites with magical powers and a cruel, serpentine wisdom – who rule from the shadows.

These mysterious beings, who are the puppet masters of the Predator City leaders, are in their usual form human and with their shaved heads and monkish robes are reminiscient of the black magic priests of the Temple of Set created by Robert E Howard in his Conan the Barbarian novels. All in all, an evil lot.

A member of ‘the Thern’ tells John Carter as they both gaze out from a high balcony over the heat blasted red deserts of Mars, “We the Thern, are the destroyers of worlds, we have seen many thousands of worlds die and we will watch many thousands more. Do not try to stop us.”

Well, ignoring the warning, that’s just what John Carter tries to do and you will begin to realise why the critics so hated the film.

John Carter exemplifies the ideals of the antebellum South, he is after all a ‘White man’ – he has all the qualities that used to be wrapped up in that epithet. He has courage; resourcefulness; insight; intelligence; stamina; perseverance; and above all a sense of honour. Taking the easy way out and doing nothing is not an option. Nor is it for us in our present impasse on planet Earth.

When we think of all our ancestors who have suffered and died so that we can be here today alive it becomes apparent that we have no right to do nothing. The only thing to do is ‘the right thing’.

The Global Greed Machine is devouring our world. It is destroying cultures; traditions; customs; ways of life; religions; common sense; sanity; nature; tribes; ethnic groups; and races.

It will turn the Earth into a polluted and poisoned concrete wasteland. It is transforming the wonderful diversity of nature, humanity and humanity’s creations into a dull, drab monotone uniformity. It is turning humans into slave ants. It is destroying everything on this planet that makes life worth living, that makes life worthwhile and replacing it by one motive – the motive of money, the motive of greed, the motive of complete selfishness. And once this desire is hatched it is rapacious and unquenchable and it consumes everything.

Very soon there will be no higher purpose but ‘self’, and a short-term self at that.

What will this mean?

It will mean complete individualism, complete selfishness. It will mean women too selfish to have any children – having children gets in the way of their careers, ruins their figures and involves them in shouldering too much responsibility.

Men will concentrate on achieving the next adrenalin rush, the next spasm of pleasure, on watching the next sport fixture, on finding the next drug.

People will slave away ever more assiduously to earn money so that they can buy themselves a respite from slavery for a few brief days. They will seek to earn money so that they can forget their debts and their misery in a brief hallucinatory holiday.　And we will call ourselves ‘well-off’, we will call ourselves ‘free’, yet we will be the most enslaved of slaves – slaves without even knowing it.

And in a few generations, a lack of offspring combined with mass migration and miscegenation/interbreeding/mongrelisation – call it what you wish – will lead to the extinction of the White race.

The once glorious race that led the world, that altruistic race that cared for animals; for endangered Amazonian tribes; for the environment; for lost civilizations; for ancient history and antiquities; for astronomy; the race that looked about itself and found the world good and wanted to preserve it all so, and to cherish every part of it whether man-made or natural, will disappear into the darkness.

We will have strutted our part upon the stage and vanished into the wings from which there is no return. And then the other races and ethnic groups will follow us along the easy downward slide to extinction.

All that will be left will be a brutalized enslaved mongrelised horde composed of base instincts and savage lusts.

A horde without a history. A crass mass without a culture; without a community; without a tradition; without a religion; without finer feelings or higher sentiments, struggling like starving rabid dogs crammed into a cellar.

Perhaps there will still be a secret ruling elite somewhat akin to the fictional ‘Thern’. An elite that originally thought they could control the chaos they have created and that this endgame would be their promised paradise. If so they will be sorely mistaken, for they too will be dragged down into the dark by the monstrosities they have created.

Perhaps this form of annihilation is after all the sort of Paradise they have planned for themselves and their victims all along. Who knows what goes on in the minds of other races?

Such a nightmare scenario is something no White man would wish on his worst enemy.

Real White men dream of a Golden Age – an age of discovery, invention, adventure and high culture, where our natures can be true to themselves and soar to new heights.

Our present course is that of decadence; decay; debilitation; deracination; disease; destruction and death. For finally this planet of ours will give up the task of trying to support its ungrateful inhabitants – for the inhabitants will not be worth the effort. Overpopulation and the destruction of the natural habitat will cause the eco-system to crash and new diseases to proliferate.

Fiction:

Possibly John Christopher’s dystopian novel ‘The Death of Grass’, a favourite of Professor Revilo P. Oliver’s, illustrating the effects of a new virus that wipes out grasses – all grasses; rice; wheat; barley; oats; and the grasses that we find on lawns, fields and meadows – will turn out to be prophetic, and the last inhabitants, human only in name, will indeed descend into cannibalism, killing each other wholesale with whatever bits of wood or stone they can find to use as a weapon.

Such killing will be far more wide spread and effective than conventional weapons have ever been or than nuclear missiles were ever predicted to be. And then the final cannibals too will vanish like the Easter Islanders did. The springs will be silent and no birds will sing.

In ‘The Death of Grass’ written in 1950’s, all-White Britain the British government in the shadow of impending famine, resorts to dropping atomic bombs on urban areas to curb the population, to stop the teeming millions of urbanites from fleeing to the countryside and to generally keep some ramshackle semblance of order.

In other words our rulers realise what sort of chaos will ensue when 50 odd million inhabitants suddenly find out there is only enough food for 5 million – and then only if starvation rations are vigorously enforced.

This novel can be said to revolve around three characters the ‘Hero’, the ‘Farmer’ and the ‘Liberal’, and involves three families who have prior notice of the Government’s intentions, making a dash from London for a remote part of Cumberland where the far sighted, well prepared relative the ‘Farmer’, lives in an easily defended isolated horse-shoe valley.　 He has been busily planting potatoes, laying in supplies and building up his stock of arms.

At the beginning of the book ‘The Liberal’ aka the wife of ‘The Hero’, opines about the plight of the millions of famine crazed Chinese slaughtering each other and demands that Britain sends some of its meagre food stocks to ease the situation.　 She is the typical bleeding-heart, politically-correct idiot, the sort of moron that proliferates on TV and Radio and one satisfying thing about this book is that we watch how her liberal thinking fails to cope with human nature in its rawest form and how it fails to adapt to the compulsive change in circumstances.

“They had lived in a world of morality whose lineage could be traced back nearly four thousand years. In a day, it had been swept from them.”

Gang rape, looting, casual killing, a continuous desperate hunt for food and weapons becomes the norm. Individuals quickly coalesce into groups for both defensive and offensive reasons, and groups quickly find leaders. Individuals that don’t join a group don’t survive very long, and groups that don’t find a leader meet the same fate.

In such circumstances a bad leader is better than no leader. In such circumstances ‘decision by committee’, or via democratic votes is far too slow, or at least any groups who use such a system quickly go to the wall. It is a matter of survival of the fittest and only the fittest groups survive. ‘The Hero’ becomes the leader and leads the families on their escape from London and their long journey northward to Cumbria.

“The moors had been more or less deserted, but when they descended to cross the lower land north of Kendal, they witnessed the signs, by now familiar, of the predatory animal that man had become: houses burning; an occasional cry in the distance that might be either of distress or savage exultance; the sights and sounds of murder. And another of their senses was touched – here and there their nostrils were pricked by the sour-sweet smell of flesh in corruption.”

Through all this ‘The Liberal’ whines, whinges and grumbles and her thought pattern grudgingly adjusts to the new reality. The ultra-anti-liberal arguments voiced by the other characters in the book make for a refreshing change from most 20^th Century/modern day literature, and have added persuasive power once the reader has immersed himself in the situation in which the characters find themselves, so much so that I’d recommend this book as a way of subtly introducing someone to the ideas of our Cause.

“Can’t you see that fair shares and justice don’t work until you’ve got the walls to keep the barbarians out?”

A reminder of the scenario we’re dealing with here; there is no electricity; no gas; no water; no sewage; no shops; no supermarkets; no fashion boutiques; no beauty parlours; no fashion; no hairdressers or barbers; no banks; no schools; no social security or welfare; no hospitals; no medical centers; no chemists; no cashpoints; no money; no radio; no TV; no internet; no mobile phones; no Kindles; no newspapers; no magazines; no law and order; no courts; no Police; no Government; and no Military.

I would say that there was no political correctness – after all such a thing is a rich society’s luxury, poor countries can’t afford the time, money or effort to enforce such nonsense – but of course when the book was written political correctness was only a madness that existed in the Communist Block. Indeed the Britons of the 1950’s had of course survived World War II and were a far less effete, far more independently minded lot than the Britons that predominate today. They were better able to survive hardship and to cope with violence.

There is one other thing, of supreme importance, that did not exist when the book was written and that is ‘multi-racialism’. Britain was White. Leicester, now majority non-White, was then White.

Richard III if he had been disinterred back in the 1950’s from his Leicester car park instead of in 2013, would at least, while thinking the dress and mannerisms somewhat unusual, have recognised the inhabitants as his own people. What he would say now if he could be brought back to life would fall foul of the laws inhibiting freedom of speech.

In this book there are no non-Whites. No non-Whites anywhere. Today there are large communities of well organised ethnic ‘minorities’ dominating our urban landscapes, most have a well-armed criminal underclass element giving their communities a large competitive advantage over White ones, a head start in the coming chaos.

Rewriting this book today and depicting the racial-ethnic conflicts that would quickly develop in such a situation and which would exacerbate the downward spiral would be an interesting task, but if done truthfully would be unlikely to find a mainstream publisher.

In the novel, without the commonplace amenities and utilities that support it, the liberal thought system is dragged into the real world and is found wanting.

Only three laws now exist – the law that ‘Might is Right’; the law of ‘Kill or be killed’; and law of ‘Kith and kin’.

It is often said that the strong rule the weak and the cunning rule the strong. This would seem to be true in this book, with the caveat that the characters tend to have an instinctive feeling as to whether a leader or potential leader is sincere, whether he is genuine and whether he is leading for the benefit of the group as opposed to the benefit of himself. This is heartening. Instincts – individual, tribal and racial come to the fore and again fulfill their roles as a genetic early warning system.

One expects, one hopes that ‘the Liberal’ will realise the folly of her ways, will realise that Liberalism is an infantile disorder that would shame a child, in short that ‘The Liberal’ will learn Wisdom. As I said, this is part of the book’s charm; the anticipation, the expectation, the waiting with baited breath to see if the people led by ‘The Hero’ will reach the safety of their Cumberland valley and it is linked with the desire to see if ‘The Liberal’ with her airy-fairy thinking will find the solid ground of sensible thought.

Towards the end of the novel the original group of three families has swelled to a much larger group – partly by accident, mainly so that they are powerful enough to fight their way towards their goal.

On finally arriving at their destination, they are repelled by its defenders and discover that ‘The Farmer’, who thinks them long since dead, has taken in others to help defend his valley and that there is not enough food for the current defenders to survive on, never mind the addition of all the newcomers.

‘The Farmer’ secretly offers his brother’s family, comprising his brother ‘the Hero’, ‘the Liberal wife’ and their two children, admittance to his fort, if they leave the rest outside. ‘The Liberal’ urges acceptance, but ‘the Hero’ declines saying that he now owes a loyalty to the people he has brought all this way. Treachery is not in his nature.

Liberals only have morals when they can comfortably afford them or when others stump up the cost for them. ‘The Hero’ is not a Liberal. He has a different set of morals, a set of morals that can stand the blasts of the storm, a higher more eternal set of morals.

So the group are left with no choice but to fight their way in. In this they succeed and take possession of the farmstead. The Hero in effect becomes a sort of King and a new city is founded. Culture is once again reborn. And yet ‘The Liberal’ still complains and urges pacificism and some sort of democratic rule by consensus and other such flim-flam.

She accuses the Hero of wanting to be the leader for the sake of it, of wanting to be a King or a dictator. ‘The Hero’ ignores her and goes on with his business of building a Civilization. He has finally realised that liberalism is not his wife’s problem, liberalism is just the symptom. Her real problem is stupidity.

Other people in the novel may be dim, dozy or lazy, they may lack understanding, they may lack intelligence or be unable to plan ahead, but they all have a useful role to play and all their faults can be rectified or nullified by a good leader or by the necessity of harsh circumstances – nature in effect reasserting herself – and such defects are as nothing as compared to liberalism, for liberalism is the stupidity beyond all stupidities.

Liberalism is the ideology of mass suicide. It is making stupidity into an ideology and no sane people, no sane society, no sane nation adopts it as one.　 It only becomes the dominant ideology when an outside force, an outsider people, an alien people, force it onto a nation-race- society, with the intention of destroying it, or of enslaving it for their own alien purposes.

To do this however, they need willing accomplices among the host population, but not even the stupidest or most venal would acquiesce in the extinction of his own Race. So liberalism is created as a smokescreen and the stupidest and most venal fall for it and become the willing accomplices.

Fact:

Prior to the breakup of Yugoslavia, the ruling elite of this artificial state were liberals of either the capitalist or Marxist stamp, wealthy and well paid for their decades of service.

There weren’t officially any nationalists, there weren’t officially any racialists. Such thoughts had been suppressed for decades.

The ruling ideology had mixed up the various ethnic groups together in an effort to encourage their destruction, in an effort to exterminate the different ethnic groups and to produce one new mongrel people. And then things fell apart.

The suppression ceased and the ethnic groups promptly fought tooth and nail to separate themselves from each other, because only by separating themselves could they ensure their survival, only by separating themselves could they prevent their extinction.

The resultant fury once unleashed sent the wealthy elite scuttling abroad and the world- wide cosmopolitan elite into a state of shock. Where will such a scenario happen next?

Britain and much of Western Europe is now a Bosnia on the starting blocks. It is said in London that there are now two sorts of Londoners – anti-racists and those who have been mugged. Reality, the real world, has a wonderful way of speedily de-brainwashing its inhabitants. And the world’s inhabitants are very soon going to get a very big dose of reality.　 We are heading for ‘The Convergence of Catastrophies’ which overpopulation is busy creating. Ethnic conflict, and ethnic conflict of a vicious intensity, is coming – the only question is which ethnic groups will survive.

Stupidity, also known as liberalism

Native Populations – An Analysis:

5%, who can think for themselves; they have healthy instincts; and they are naturally the potential leaders;

94%, who cannot or do not think for themselves, albeit they still have healthy instincts; and their potential is to fulfill vital non-leadership roles;

1%, who cannot or do not think for themselves, and who are entirely selfish; these individuals are potential traitors.

Note: the above analysis refers to a native population, immigrant populations, however long established, have a tendency to ally themselves, with the potential traitors, as follows:

Non-native population groups always place their own group’s interests ahead of the interests of the native population;

Tend to be led by their own 5% of natural leaders, and so as a group, act in interests of own group;

Their interests are frequently diametrically opposed to native group and they therefore constitute potential enemies.

It is a proven statistical fact that 95% of people, whatever their IQ level, fail to think for themselves. They think what others tell them to think, what they believe to be the fashionable thing to think is. However, this is not a real problem if they are led well by those who can.

Julius Evolva referred to this 95% as ‘sacks of potatoes, sacks to be moved around by those who had the power’. Nationalists should stop trying to convert these people to our cause with facts, statistics and data. These people even if they process the information that they gather objectively, only decide which information to gather subjectively. They will only be converted to our cause by good leadership. They will follow our banner when we have proved ourselves worthy of being followed.

Nationalists should stop expecting leadership from these people – they are not designed for it. They may have many admirable qualities, but leadership is not one of them.

If nationalists really want to save our race/nations/cultures, they should stop waiting for a leader on a white horse and do something themselves. If the best of our people, i.e. the 5% who think for themselves and who really care for our people, i.e. nationalists, earn the respect and trust of our people, i.e. show them proper leadership and lead them well then anything can be accomplished and all will be well.

94% of the 95% that cannot think for themselves have healthy instincts, but can be dragged into all sorts of stances if enough of the carrot and stick is used.

A small minority, say one-percent definitely do NOT have healthy instincts. These are they who are susceptible to liberalism, as such they can be awarded the adjective ‘stupid’ and the noun ‘idiot’. They are the traitors – they are the ones who opened the gates of cities to the invading Turk – the ones who betrayed their people to the invading Mongol – they are the Ganelons who betrayed Rolands.

The danger arises when the best of our people are knocked out of their position of leadership, by whatever means, and replaced by these potential traitors. A traitorous potential then become traitorous actuality.

These liberals, now the leaders, become the willing accomplices of foreign/alien/outsider wirepullers and betray their own people. Winston Churchill is the prime example.

Thankfully, the liberals cannot get into the position of leadership unless outside influence or non-natives help them to that position in the first place. This is why foreign influence or immigration of any unassimilable stock should be forbidden. Put another way, enlightened nationalism is the only ideology that protects a people from treachery and the only ideology which makes any long-term sense. It is the only ideology that ensures the survival of a people. All other ideologies lead to its demise.

We can be great again!

Looking at any native population: 1% of the population cannot think for themselves and are susceptible to liberalism and therefore dangerous; 94% cannot think for themselves but have sound instincts and are therefore harmless, and will enthusiastically follow good, reliable, trustworthy leaders who genuinely care for their people; and 5% can think for themselves, have good instincts should be the ones to shoulder the burden of leadership, (see table above).

For our race to survive, (and indeed in the longer term for all races, ethnic groups and the world itself to survive), it is only necessary for us to convince the 5% of our race who CAN think for themselves, to do so – appreciate the peril we are in and the importance of urgent and determined action. 99% of our race are necessary for our survival, both the 94% and the 5%. All have a vital role to play. But for true leadership it is only to the 5% that we can look.

So how do we win this war?

We have to realise that Whites aren’t stupid, the 1% susceptible to stupidity a.k.a. liberalism are just that – 1%, and a minority and have no purpose in life except as an object lesson to the rest of us, but even these would be powerless to do any damage if we hadn’t let our altruistic natures be manipulated by outsiders.

All racial, ethnic groups have this 1% of potential traitors and　Whites are no different in this. It’s just that we don’t deal with them today in the way we used to and in the way other racial groups still do. The influence of outsiders within and over our society has prevented us from doing so.

Whites aren’t stupid, its just that those puppets who have been placed into positions of power over us and maintained in these positions are ‘stupid’. Their secret masters, who do not regard themselves as White, however much they might resemble us at a casual glance, however much they pretend to be white when it suits them, are not ‘stupid’, very much the reverse.

Criticising the White native populations for not wholeheartedly embracing nationalist movements is rather like criticising sheep for wandering off a cliff when the shepherd is asleep.

One might as well criticise an electorate for not voting nationalist when there is no nationalist candidate or for students not attending nationalist intellectual meetings, when their campus or town hold no such meetings.

It is a principle of warfare that if a commanding officer’s intelligence officer fails to convince him of the danger of a certain course of action and that commanding officer goes ahead and takes that same course of action – as Monty did in Operation Market Garden, leading to British parachutists dropping into the guns of the German Army – then the fault lies not with the commanding officer, but with the intelligence officer for failing to convince him.

It is a sad fact that most of Britain’s population, (and indeed most White countries’ populations), are not even aware of a credible nationalist option.

For a person to find the truth he has to have the freedom to seek the truth. In many countries this freedom is curtailed for this very reason, but there is still enough freedom for us to use and if used effectively, to win the argument.

Very often we Nationalists fail to convince our people of the justice, truth and necessity of our stance. Instead we often waste our time trying to convince with statistics and figures, but the logic of facts and figures does not inspire.

Statistics seem stale. They do not move mountains and they do not move volunteer armies.　Soldiers will only go to war if they have inspiring leaders who they can trust.　We spend too much time trying to convince the 95%. If we occasionally do try and convince the 5%, who are not yet nationalists, it is done so on such a low intellectual plane that it makes the Daily Mail seem high-brow.

Many Nationalists aren’t even able to convince their own families. And it is not surprising.

All the miseries of modern life – mass immigration, widespread crime, the moral breakdown of our society, the loss of our traditions, cultures, way of life, racial integrity are ‘bullets’ fired at us with the intention of destroying us. In response these threats nationalists often behave like an officer on the battlefield lecturing his men about the evils of the incoming bullets, but neglecting to point out from whence the bullets are being fired, why and by whom. This sort of lecturing does nothing but confuse and depress. It does not win battles.

Nationalists don’t want to go to a nationalist website/meeting and get a huge dose of depression, they can read it and see it in the mass media, they can see it all around them in their towns and cities.

What we should be doing is telling them is how to win – we should be telling them about the real enemy. The real enemy are not the bullets, they are those firing the bullets.

We have to present our people with a vision of a future without bullets being fired at them, and crucially without an enemy even within range of being able to fire bullets at them. We have to show them what a future will be like if we got rid of the enemy, we have to focus on where we want to go; on our goals; our destination; our dreams; in other words the glorious future that awaits our race if only we led them.

The Golden Age

The Future has three possibilities laid out before us:

(1) We win before the coming convergence of catastrophies and so avert the race war;

(2) The crash comes before we win, things fall apart and the world descends into crazy chaos and bloody red ruin. In this scenario, whatever progress we have made beforehand in terms of organisation and the spreading of our ideas will aid us in winning more quickly and more easily. The less progress we have made beforehand, the more painful, the more bloody and the slower will be our victory.

Either way we will win. The future belongs to us. And after we come through the storm, there will be the rewards.

So how do we win?

Rectifying things is simple. We wake up the 5% to reality, we expel the outsiders and we deal with the liberals in the way that traitors have always been dealt with.

Then the 94% will be ours and be happier for it. This can’t be done in a part-time fashion. It can’t be done by hiding in the shadows. True, not everyone can and should reveal themselves as nationalists, but those who can and are able must do so.

It is akin to a naval battle in the era of Admiral Nelson. Those open nationalists must storm the enemy ship and clear a path for those who are more timid to follow. Leaders must lead and lead from the front. How did Alexander the Great inspire his troops to such bravery and daring to take on armies hugely superior in arms and numbers? He led from the front, from the front of the flying wedge straight at the heart and head of the enemy. We must lead from the front and we must lead by example.

At present this task of convincing/waking up our own people may seem well nigh impossible, but the present is but a fleeting moment in the greater scheme of things and in the harder economic times to come natural instincts i.e. nationalist instincts, will reassert themselves and all will fall into place for us.

The convergence of catastrophies will soon be upon us and the only thing that will motivate people will be loyalty to and survival of their families and their race.

People will naturally divide along ethnic- racial lines. “Your only uniform will be your race”.

OUR ideology, whatever name/label you ascribe to it, (nationalism is used as a convenient shorthand), is the ONLY natural ideology. It is the only ideology with common sense and wisdom on its side. It is the only ideology with genetics, eugenics, sociobiology, history, tradition, nature, instincts, human nature and, in the final analysis, God, (or the Gods), on its side. It is the only ideology that doesn’t lead to the extinction of the White Race.

If every book ever written on behalf of our cause, every video, audio visual recording was destroyed and every nationalist thinker and activist was murdered tomorrow, our ideology would resurrect itself the day after, and do so with a vengeance. ‘Money power’ is against us yes, but when the real crash comes – whether it be in a form that John Christopher predicted or some other – false money will lose its power, White men will rediscover themselves and then the old ways of glorious memory will reign once more.

A new Renaissance will dawn, an age of exploration, energy, invention, creation, adventure and destiny. An age of artistry and bravery, where we will live in accord with Nature, nurturing it, caring for it and reverencing its wisdom.

An age that will make former ‘Great Ages’ seem but glimmers of the false dawn, and that will prove Splengler’s pessimism wrong.

An age of truth, heroism, honour and chivalry. An age in which each White person will be valued and will eagerly play his or her part, an age where each White child will look forward with eagerness to a glorious exciting life, where our elderly will be respected and will smile with pride on the youth, our Women cherished and where each White man will be able to fulfill all of his heroic potential.

An age where anything will be possible. A new ‘Golden Age’. A golden age of ‘White Gold’!

An age where we will be free.  Free to be ourselves!

By Jez Turner © 2013

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