Worked with a guy whos grandpa died in Stalingrad for the Germans, wild shit, wish I had something to fight for like those guys did.
My great-grandpa fought in WW1 and I read his war memoires, and another grand-uncle of mine fought in WW2, I'm told. We must fathom: they fought not for what existed back then but for us who exist now and for all future generations.
Nothing here except 50% in assorted taxes, whore women and half the "citizens" being assorted brown skinned niggers and another 40% a bunch of nigger loving faggot goy cattle garbage.
Then it's the same across all NATO/EU gay nigger faggot kike puppet regimes then, your flag, mine flag, his flag. Nothing new then. I found a way to deal with that strain of khazaric bullshit in particular.
What I did, unwittingly, was make it my task to continuously radicalise myself, because that rabbit hole is never-ending and it doesn't matter how often we fall, the beatings will continue until morale improves. And then one day I will have my grandiose master plan of how to roast the kikes. And until then we can revel in this folk politics e-pub, but with a dream, 'cause I've seen enough crazy shit to know one day I will, in essence, say "Negerjudenschwanzsauger" to the highest kike in Germany and he will say "Would you like fries with that, sir?" and I'm dead certain. Dead certain that it's going to happen. Out of the millions of starts in the universe, this is the one we inhabit.