What the hell kind of crap are you into?
I will let him answer for himself, but I will note that it doesnât matter much since it changes weekly. 
Ah.
Atom-Waffen of course.
I got to maintain the pace to make the race!
I will find him! My beloved creator.
There is no stepping back!
Total victory or walhalla/paradise/al jannam!
âŚanother example of a vital yet medium scale religious folk: the chechens.
âŚlove their nasheedsâŚfaithful, martial and the same time mysterious and lovely, yet some kind of âoddâ.
Cori Mansour, youâll love them
Montani Semper Liberi as Ted Kaczinsky once said.
True about the Chechens. I hope one day you realize you will never find fulfillment in fairy tales.
I see, it helps to be surrounded by visible enemies to keep your flock together.
WHat the hack you are talking about? fairy tales? You mean âspiritual experienceâ?
âŚI tell you the big boosters of my âspiritual space exploration rocketâ havenât even ignited yetâŚ
Usually, but not always. Sometimes, an entirely rational man will have an experience he canât explain, sometimes even involving encounters with a being or beings who he perceives to be more powerful and advanced than we are. Sometimes this can happen without the man then wrapping a complex and ridiculous set of fictional stories around his experiences.
The Harold Covington Radio Free North West anthem!!!
In a different version.
With lyrics!!!
I love it.
For all of you Paddies and Paddy-lovers on BBAD
True fans stand up in honor of HAC to this song and replace shams with swazzies 
In the â80s [Harold Covington] moved to Ireland to manage a bookstore with his fatherâs financial backing. The bookstore floundered and shut down.
He married an Irish woman named Louise and had two children. He was still dependent on his fatherâs money as he was unable to gain Irish citizenship or find gainful employment. He moved his family to the Isle of Man and purchased a house with money sent from his father, but was warned that he would eventually have to find a real job to support his wife and children. Eventually he decided to move back to the United States, but his father refused to pay for this.
As Ben recalled, their father told Harold he was not going to âfoot the bill for you to come back to Raleigh to take up your life as a Nazi.â
Their father eventually offered to pay for Harold and his family to fly to the states, on the condition they live somewhere east of the Mississippi. Harold refused, which was the last straw for his father who finally stopped subsidizing his sonâs lifestyle. Ben said that Harold âcut and ran,â abandoning his wife and children and cleaning out their bank account. He moved back to the U.S. to take up his life as a Nazi, and founded the National Socialist White Peopleâs Party (NSWPP) in Chapel Hill, North Carolina.
Source: Neo-Nazi Leader Harold Covington Died A Coward â Idavox
Well, not much to say. Like Napper Tandy he did his share in the struggle and at least took a stand.
Isle of man sounds like a pretty isolated placeâŚ
âcut and ran,â abandoning his wife and children and cleaning out their bank account.
Well, I prefer to keep such information âtone downâ so not to soil the fallen warriors.
He sounds like a good for nothing piece of shit.
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Sounds like the fallen warriors soiled themselves, lol.
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He was. His death improved the human race slightly.
By the way, I only quoted a short part of his idiocy. Thereâs far more in the article I linked, including him inciting a bunch of people to murder five anti-Klan protesters in 1979 in what became known as the Greensboro Massacre. On the day of the murder, Harold was expected to join in but somehow never appeared. When the going got tough, Harold always got going. Out of town. This of course didnât stop him from boasting about âgreasing communistsâ at Greensboro in later years, even though he was nowhere to be seen.
Isnât that just the way it always is. They are cowards.
I mourned him a little back then and liked his book âthe Brigadeâ 
In loving, loving memory. He was younger than Will.
Maybe you loved him. I raised a glass to his death, myself.
Oh no, not like that.