Like all others alive today I was born into a withering world, and in life had to wade through a waist-deep sea of waste; a world shaped by wicked parasites. So I am not as clean as I would like to be. Not as fit either. I am but a shadow of my forebears.
Europe in Ruin;
As some of you already know I am not a very good man. Often I err, and often I go astray. Age weakens me more than it makes me wiser. I am not as much the sum of the wisdom I have gathered through my life, as I am a culmination of all the anger I have produced myself, due to the simple facts that I have eyes and see the world in which I live, and ears so I hear what is being said around me – and not least because I have a conscience, telling me when something is wrong. Very wrong. Not wrong as if a word in a book is spelled wrong, but wrong as if the entire book is made up of lies, written in a foul foreign language and with a filthy foreign script.
Not admiration and love for what has been before, here in Europe, or for what should be; but mainly the anger I feel from seeing what is not as it should be, makes me fight on – for the survival of the biological Europe and all its positive characteristics.
We can love the world and our species as much as we want, and that is all fine, but it will not change anything. We need not flower-gathering Freyjas or dancing ladies, men and women holding hands or laughter in the fields; we need not traditional tales told in taverns or funny fairy tales for children; we need not amazing art or architecture. We, ladies and gentlemen, are under attack, and have been for thousands of years, and we need – desperately need – only the anger and aggression we can produce. We need not a nice little candle to light up our living rooms, but a wild, raging, flaming fire to burn all that stands in our way as we march forwards for the future of our Europe – and fury will fuel the fire the most!
Ôðinn means fury! Ôðinn; that same old god we know so well from the so-called ‘Viking Age’, when our forebears too understood that they needed all the fury they could muster, to fight for and defend the European Europe! Fury! Before and above everything else; FURY!
Summon all the fury you can find; open up all hidden and secrets vaults inside you, open them up and let out all the fury of our forebears! All our fury! Let loose Ôðinn! Let loose your fury upon this wicked world!
…but do it in secret, in the shadows only, where no man can see, in the darkness of night, where only our enemies thrive already. Meet and beat the beast where it dwells. Lay waste to the lair of the eternal loser!
…and wear your armour of law when you do.
I am furious. We should all be. HailaR WôðanaR!
«Waste no more time talking about great souls and how they should be. Become one yourself!»
Marcus Aurelius
