SaxonFather

Restorationist | Nationalist | White Pride | ✝️ | Reconquista supporter | Heritage American |
We're all rhodesians now

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@MagicOriol24981 @Fight_Ghost "an opportunity to teach my son a great life lesson appeared and instead I showed him how much of a pussy I am"

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@desert_sentinel Ok

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Every morning walk I have with my son we inevitably walk through the wafting smell of weed as we pass a few houses of degenerate nons. Can't stand this shit

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@NickKiseliov @9mmsmg I believe they all get executed for that

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@9mmsmg I was the same way, until I watched a video of an old Mexican men get his limbs chopped off one by one. By the end of his first leg, he passed out. But the time they got to his last limb, an arm, he woke up just to watch it happen before they killed him. Definitely hurts the soul

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@YAKOKE_ACTUAL Yakoke 🫡

[Scorched Earth Policy @Scearpo]

Black people are more biologically suited to the chemical conditions of modern existence than any other race on earth. They're supermutants built to exert intense displays of force, speed, and violence while their bodies run on the most putrid swill imaginable.

Black people will eat sour sugar coated corn starch shards and jelly melon kool aid syrup cubes, waylaying the incumbent waves of sugar rushes through a perpetually sustained train engine of weed smoke in their lungs that enhances their genetically granted subhuman IQ sloggery.

The core of their being is a series of biochemical tornadoes, all cancelling each other out into a chaotic stillness. Their hormone system is a nitroglycerin bomb that vibrates in unsettling anticipation for the most minor sensory input to trigger them into caving in an elderly retiree's skull into the corner of a trash bin at McDonald's.

Black people eat styrofoam and crisco while packing their kid's lunches with sour skittles and cornflour dust. They'll grow up eating nothing but candy, maturing into 6 foot tall ogres at age 13.

Much like slaves could pick cotton all day on a diet of pig guts and crawdads cooked inside a dirt hole for 14 hours straight, the modern black will pour an entire tub of sugar, salt, and rapeseed oil into their gullet before exerting themselves expeditiously. There are D-line tacklers on college football teams that regularly exert the daily Newton output of an industrial hammer mill fueled entirely by blue gatorade, nutter butters, and spicy dust sunflower seeds.

Beyond the taste, the vibrant colors suggest a childlike essence to their impulses. An eternal Shape Store out of the foods they eat, like a parade of Niggy Wonkas bedazzling their world in a technocolor fiesta of artificial flavoring. Divorced from any ancestral connection to their already pre-civilization bare mud culture, black people have borrowed the fruits of industrialization to invent something completely new beyond any scope of comprehension.

Black culture and its symbiosis of artificial elements and consumer products represents a natural organism completely adapting and thriving in the conditions of a post-industrial society. Rather than fighting against the entropy of biological health, they accelerate their own life cycles into rapidly dying and reproducing. Each wave of deaths induced through diabetes, gunshot wounds, crashed cars, heart disease, and prison stabbings slowly erodes against the barriers until they reach a state of equilibrium. They're much like orcs, consciously weaving through the limitations of normal human beings and carving out a niche of constant suffering and joy in abrupt oscillations.

As much as we despise the level of disruption they cause in society, their turbulence causes an extreme level of striving necessity that creates new elements of culture. They'll continue to slobber over pustules of aspartame coated pork fat and guzzle cough medicine sewer runoff, sprinting and hollering the entire time on all fours to climb 20 foot tall fences while being chased by the police.

They'll gather and howl and bluster and burn, exploding in a great societal supernova to beat their chest over the ashes of western civilization, corn syrup and Jolly Rancher malt liquor coursing through their veins. A brief reveille celebrating something they don't understand, ignorant to the dark storm cloud of Chinese slaughter cruelty and mestizo turboviolence pesticide coming from both flanks to eradicate them from modern existence.

And as is true for all fallen opponents in history, the traces of their spirit will reside on in the cultures that too replaced them. A chunk of pineapple marinaded in strawberry sugar as part of a 50-spice pot of boiling oil stew. A grunting ebonic element nestled into caveman gurbled Spanglish. Something not quite Asian, not quite white, not fully brown, neither human nor animal, embedded with wires stained in smoke. A shambler of the technopocalypes, sifting through piles of circuitry to rip gold flakes out for salvage.

A modern human in a time beyond your great grandchildren, r-type favela warrior jumbled beyond the comprehension of you or your fellow ancestors as you look down at him running, crawling, hiding, and evading killbots and acid rain. He chops a rat's head off before sprinkling gunpowder and chili flakes on its barely cooked carcass.

He rips bits of its flesh with fingers scarred by flechette-applied micro RFID chips, stuffing morsels of meat into a purple grape-flavored radioactive sugar simulant. Right after he stuffs it into a bare toothed mouth under an unshielded sun, you as his observant ancestor hear the ritualistic grace litany of his age and time:

Dih bih guh. Dah bih tuh.

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@SCALPCOM @YAKOKE_ACTUAL If you mean subscription holders, that would be me as well, can't send DMs

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@Crypt0_Facts @himbodhisattva Thanks for the words. I definitely don't mean I'm not in control. I can definitely turn the thoughts on or off, they just drift that way throughout my daily life. I find it important and it's helped me navigate a few deaths in my life well. Hope you have a good week too

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@himbodhisattva @Crypt0_Facts I do this everyday without meaning to. I imagine what would happen if myself or one or more of my loved ones died. I go through all the emotions, what I'd do immediately, in the days/weeks that follow. I don't try to do it. My mind just conjures it up. It's hard but valuable.

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@VeteranLt3 Same. 3 years ago. Not going anywhere. Scalpcoms going to keep improving. Happy to rep.

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@srsattern Scalpcom deserves a chance to thrive. And under the leadership of all those involved, I'm sure it will. Despite whatever did or did not happen, which is none of my business, nor any body else's, stepping away is the respectable and smart choice. 👍🏼

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@didem5654 There are some things you just don't do. That's one of them. Disgusting.

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@xxTHExRAVENxx All of it could have been communicated through DMs. Just performative female coded behavior begging for attention by association

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@ColtLee21659774 @srsattern @SCALPCOM Pics and texts can be doctored, AI can be used to generate audio. Too easy to fake these days. That aside, his business is not mine and scalpcom itself did nothing wrong. And I've heard this girl pulling similar stunts before. Having been a victim myself of smear campaigns, nah.

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@Nobunaga_Actual Amen to this. I only got caught up this morning on what supposedly happened, but that woman seems like a walking red flag.

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@AniTVOfficial You can literally just Google it to watch it lol

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@skarmy72 @frozenaesthetic Being a milf means you want to bang her. That speaks to your tastes, unfortunately