content: 2 AM Schitzopost While the world is screwed up in many ways one of the things that bothers me the most is why leftist want to destroy our unique cultures. When I see things like Italian cooking or hear Russian music I'm filled with a sense of joy at the beauty and breadth of our cultures. The different white nations wether they're  Slavic, Greek, Romance, Celtic, Germanic, Uralic, and all the others fascinate me. I love all my brothers we share a common European soul and I feel connected to them and to our past. It's like a spiritual feeling an image of something greater then one's self. The forest and fjords  the sunny Mediterranean and fields of flanders they feel sacred to me. My own nation too is beautiful my own roiling blue smokey Appalachian mountains remind me of the glory of the world. It feels like I have received a great and precious inheritance. A responsibility to guard it and pass it on like so many have before. Like its a great torch in relay of human ascendency. When I think of all the generations who have lived and died, all their stories of valor and ingenuity it's overwhelming. All their hopes and dreams and fears we inherited this. I feel this great agape love but also a burning rage. When I see a black "man" chimping in the streets of Paris, a Paki feeling up a white girl, A pack of Indians scamming tourist in the shadow of the coliseum I feel nothing but red hot rage. When I see our churches empty and whore houses filled I rage. When I see another grey souless glass and steel Jewish  building I rage. When I see a degenerate smear shit on a canvass and call it art  I rage.  When I see hedonist  swine say that it doesn't matter what happens after they die and that anyone can be just as European as people who's very DNA was shaped by the land I rage. How can they disregarded and disrespect this inheritance? Do they have no souls no feeling? No sense of place or identity no sense of history? I feel like a man standing at the edge of time. All that I love is slipping through my hands like bitter ashes.