
Political Soldier
Check out this short pamphlet called Political Soldier by Derek Holland, originally published in the early 1980’s in the UK. I have linked it in this post for you to read and I strongly encourage it. It won’t take much time to read but it makes excellent points and is very quotable.
The overriding message I got from it–the general theme–is personal self-improvement. We cannot be effective political soldiers in this battle for the survival of our race, and transform the mindset of our brainwashed Folk if we cannot even govern ourselves.
“These facts and many more ‐ pollution, the arms race, diminishing natural resources add up to one frightful conclusion: the culture of Europe is going to die within our lifetime. I do not mean that for 50, 100, or 200 years that we won’t play a very prominent role in world politics and that then we will probably witness a revival. I mean quite simply that as the mighty civilizations of ancient Greece and Egypt have passed away into the sands of time, never to return, so will ours. The death of Europe will signal the end of the White peoples forever: it will be goodbye to you, your family, and your friends. Britain will become a vague, unimportant memory.”
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Comrades, as this is my last report before Christmas, I would like to tell you my favorite Christmas poem.

‘Twas The Night Before Christmas
By Al Bundy
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house
No food was a stirrin’. Not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung round dad’s neck like a tie,
Along with a note that said, “Presents – or die!”
But this year dad had money in the bank.
But the bank closed up early. Now dad’s in the tank.
When all of a sudden Santa appeared
With a sneer on his face and booze in his beard!
“Santa,” I said as he laughed merrily.
“You do so much for others. Do something for me!”
“Bundy,” he said. “You only sell shoes.
Your son is a sneak thief, your daughter’s a flooz!”
“Ho-ho!” Santa said. “Shall I mention your wife?
Her hair’s like an A-bomb, her nails like a knife!”
As he turned to leave, that fat piece of dung,
He mooned me two times and stuck out his tongue.
And I heard him exclaim as he broke wind with glee,
“You’re Married: With Children. You’ll never be free!”
Have a safe and happy Christmas and please be responsible. Don’t drink and drive. You can’t help the cause if you’re dead or rotting in jail. Hail Victory!
Dan Schneider
Deputy Chairman
American Nazi Party