National Socialism Is Not RacismA true, a genuine, National-Socialist does not go around "hating" people of other races just as National-Socialists are not disrespectful of the customs, the way of life, of people of other races.
National-Socialists respect other cultures, and people of other races, because we uphold honour. Honour means being civilized; it means having manners: being polite; restrained in public and so on. Honour means treating people with courtesy and respect, regardless of their race and culture. We National-Socialists express the view that a person should be proud of their own culture and heritage, respectful of their ancestors and their ancestral way of life, and accept that other peoples have a right to be proud of their own culture and heritage as well. The ideal is a working toward mutual understanding and respect. What we must remember is that whenever we hear or see the words racism and racist we are hearing and seeing Zionist social engineering at work. Our duty, as Aryans, is to uphold and
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and the new year
and my next 34 birthdays
and every holiday in the dictionary
they all rhyme with either
but mostly i want to open a specially gift-wrapped pronoun
to love and to hold, to cherish and other typical weddingvowbullshit;
we'd watch leaves fall during chinese autumns,
and watch sunflowers blossom during french springs.
in summer we'd go surfing at californian beaches,
and in winter we'd go sk
ii) ng through canadian mountains.
even from african grasslands to italian canals,
i would still cherish the pronoun.
to the fields of france and the islands of h a w a
i i i) would never lose an inch of interest.
but you see,
iv) e got an unfinished laundry list with no quarters.
and the dirty thoughts keep piling up,
and the length keeps increasing,
and i'm still wearing clothes from everybody i begged santa for:
there's you, for a shirt
her, for her jeans
you, for shoes
the girl with a trumpet mo
a postscript :: magical museAmongst the sodden sheets
he leaves with her words
still moist on his fingertips.
False copies for the tongued
verses, signed by a poet,
post-scripted by a Thief.
the trip leading up to downApril 10th/7:45 a.m./Los Angeles, California
the cabby and I trade currency for courtesy
and talk along to the radio
the trip's half shorter than expected
I stop and suddenly wonder
has someone started scripting without me?
April 10th/1:05 p.m./Portland, Oregon
I awake half-dazed
airport smaller than the airplane
river rapids literally ripping through the wall
I'm desperately trying to find the connection
between single parents & escalators
but there's an old woman with a harp
who keeps breaking my concentration
every chord's a celebration
of attentive capitalism
and there's something not quite right
with that voice
coming over the loudspeaker
I make sure to sit
in every oddly shaped chair
sipping soda from glass bottles
eagerly awaiting take off
April 10th/4:56 p.m./Somewhere Up Above You, U.S.A.
arriving in Montana was sure to awaken
ancient customs of ceremonial honor
throw another baby on the fire
and it's almost like old times