This Time We'll Hate, Alright - But

Goose Pimples Rose All Over Me, My Hair Stood On End, My Eyes Filled With Tears Of Love And Gratitude For This Greatest Of All Conquerors Of Human Misery And Shame, And My Breath Came In Little Gasps. If I Had Not Known That The Leader Would Have Scorned Such Adulation, I Might Have Fallen To My Knees In Unashamed Worship, But Instead I Drew Myself To Attention, Raised My Arm In The Eternal Salute Of The Ancient Roman Legions And Repeated The Holy Words, "heil Hitler!"

Evolution Shows That In The Long Run, If The Superior Mixes With The Inferior, The Product Is Halfway Between, And Inferior To What You Started With In The Original Superior Group - In Other Words, Mongrelized.

I Knew I Would Not Live To See The Victory Which I Would Make Possible. But I Would Not Die Before I Would Make That Victory Certain.

If We Are To Be The Last Of The White Men Who Conquered The World; If We Are Finally To Be Overwhelmed By A Pack Of Rats, Let Us At Least Face The Death Of Our Race As Our Ancestors Faced Their Death - Like Man. Let Us Not Crawl Down Amongst The Rats Begging For Mercy Or Trying To Out-sneak Them And Pretend To Be Rats Ourselves!

We Are The New "barbarians", Forged In Iron Hardness In The Fires Of Their Hate And Persecution. All Over The World, We Wait To Pounce.