I close my fists in burning rage every time I read what has become of my ancestral homelands. The anguish that our Pagan gods must feel as they gaze down on Europe is painful for me to imagine. A land of White warriors succumbing to the Mohammedian invaders and the lunacy cast on it by the Trotskyite overlords through sodomite parades, race mixing, imprisonment of innocent conservative intellectuals™ and many other filthy tricks makes my spirit languish at times.
But then the flame of a healthy E V R O P A, the memory of a National Socialist and peaceful Europe as we were so close to having in the 40s suddenly lights up in my Aryan soul. At first it's the size of a lighter's flame, then a flashlight, then a bonfire. A bonfire on whose reflection I see Varg's resolute gaze and I think to myself: Europe is not yet lost, Europe WILL prevail. It's ok to be white, I say to myself, it's heavenly to be White.