During this late hour many remain stagnant, waiting for that first spark of real resistance, that great leader to emerge who will grant us victory. While it is a comforting thought looking to such ideas is pointless for it is not our duty to wait nor follow but to forge a path and to create the environment where Men greater than ourselves can emerge from. I wish I could tell you such a path is easy. I wish I could tell you it will be bloodless, that it will be simple. That along the dark road ahead we will not lose brothers, that we will not lose some of those we love and fight for. I wish I could stand at your side and tell you all will be well and that all we need is a little patience. In an age such as this wishes of a better time, of a better future for our people, are as meaningless as the aether they drift upon. Our struggle is long, our foes vile and insidious. They would see us dead, our children servile and gelded at their feet while our women raped and degraded. They would break us upon the cold dead shores of a world they usurped as all falls to entropy. This we cannot allow. You know, it is an entertaining prospect isn't it. The only race that can truly stand against the vile and degenerative semite are the ones upon whom most of the known strains of humanity rely upon for civilisational advancement bar maybe the Japanese within Asia. The brown hordes are easy to enslave with promises of riches and blood, the negro is easy to prey upon with gluttony and hedonism while the Asiatic mixes are simple and compliant to those with a leash over them. To a simple mind such a statement would sound arrogant or supremecist but to those familiar with the world and it's people it is infact a far more disturbing prospect. Were we to fall, were we to be naught but a memory of lost greatness then humanity, innevitably, would fall. Oh, a period of stagnation would occur before that of course, a desperate bid to maintain the status quo as we are seeing now as more and more "vibrant diversity" is placed into key roles of our nations as they collapse. What we need is a path forward, one we ourselves must lay so our people may have a tomorrow.
Hah, to speak of tomorrow, it is a puzzling thing is it not. It all seems so hazy, so hard to gaze through the nightmares afflicting us now. But unless we do plan for tomorrow, unless we ourselves as Men, as sons of Europa and of her colonies prepare for the coming night then we shall not see it through to a new dawn. It is to us the future belongs, it is to us that others will look to when the looming shadows upon the horizon come closer into view. We must guide our people, protect them, fight for them. So many will be fearful, afraid of what tomorrow will bring. We, all of us, must grant them hope. We must temper it with truth, cold truths that may scare them but it is better to be truthful than to let them believe the comfortable lie. Do not instantly bombard them with the blood libels of the semite immediately, feed them slowly lest they choke on what you give them. You do not feed a starving man a banquet and thusly you do not feed a fearful man the full deluge of horrors of the past and present. With every truth show them a way forward, with every flinch of pain they suffer give them succor, for every tear shed grant them an embrace. Let them know they are not alone. That *we* are not alone. Forge them as you yourselves have been forged upon the crucible of this age of pain. Teach them the burden they bear they bear in place of their children, help them learn to stand as you have, turn them from pliable clay to Men with steeled spines and fill their spirits with the fires of hope and determination.
