48. Christmas Reflections 2012

Christ is born today. As long as that remains true, even Black Run America -- or a concentration camp death pit -- is part of Heaven.

And the message of this day is love. Love for all mankind -- and yes, even for our enemies -- but most of all love of family, as exemplified by the Holy Family.

And what is race but an extended family?

I often wish that I and mine had been born in Poland, or France, or Albania. Yes, those places are all suffering under the lash of the Global Luciferian Revolution as we are, but at least being born there would mean being part of a nation, a group of people related by blood and culture. It would mean being something: a Pole, a Frenchman, an Albanian.

But we were born in the United States of America, where all that unites us is an increasingly meaningless scrap of parchment. Being born White in America means being raceless, without identity. It means being nothing.

But things are as they are, and one cannot change the circumstances of one's birth. The King of the Universe was, after all, not born in a palace, but in a shit-stinking cave. Yet just as that Baby born in that cave has through love brought hope to all mankind this day, we lost White people in America can but cling to the possibility that we, too might find hope through love -- love of our own kind.

But I warn you all: hatred will destroy us. Whether you like it or not, Jesus Christ came for all men, all, the Negro, the Chinese, the Jew, the White, everybody. What we do here must always be done with this in mind. Yes, we champion the White race; yes, we advance our own interests. But we must never do so at the expense of the faith that defines us. I have precisely zero desire to live in a pagan White nation.

Love is the only thing that can keep our struggle righteous. As long as our crusade is based upon love of our own people, the Deity will presumably smile upon our endeavors. But if we give in to ill will towards those of other kinds, if what we do becomes based upon hate of the Other rather than love of our own, then a just God will damn us to the same fate that Hitler met.

Let's not go down that dark road. Let's keep to the path of love, the path that leads to the cave of Bethlehem. Only by staying to that road have we a chance of reaching our destination.

Merry Christmas to all

-- RSO3