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"Ryght reverent and wurschypfull,
and my ryght welebeloved Volutyne, I recomande me unto yowe, ffull
hertely desyring to here of yowr welefare, whech I beseche Almyghty God
long for to preserve un to Hys plesur, and yowr herts desyre."
-- Margery Brews to John Paston, February 1477
1488!
The White race marches on.
From Iran to Israel,
White brothers holding hands.
So many women to impregnate,
so little time.
The bell has turned
and I look at my brother:
a ghastly sight!
Like an octopus in a whiskey bottle,
he drowned in formaldehyde.
The autopsy revealed
that David Lane was in the fast lane.
The woman on the TV never smiles.
The yellow limousine chauffeurs God to the hospital
where he is about to deliver a brain.
I could not find the keys to the house
on the hill on the hill on the hill!
Blue rabbit smoking a cigarette -
SCREECH! comes to a halt a man on wheels.
The brothers did not say much,
in fact they kept silent.
For the glory of the Aryan nations,
all 23 of them neatly stacked in a row,
from England to France,
White brothers holding hands.
Sisters in the kitchen cooking stew,
watching TV grandma points out:
See the man on wheels?
He stole your memory, darling.
Soviet Belarus:
a Chekist's paradise, a White patriot's dream...
Churches into stables,
Communist policy,
White patriot policy,
anti-Jewish countermeasures.
In the wonderful old town of Tossa de Mar:
British tourists guzzling sangria,
munching on paella,
farting the hymn of the hyena horror.
Welcome to the nightmare of nutria!
Tasty like desert rats but less tangible...
Have you ever touched a dream?
There the man stumbled in
and uttered these famous last words:
"I have seen the light
emanating from the watchtower
and I thought of the famous Macedonian."
The bar closed for a while
while his body was laid to rest out back.
Late in the evening,
in another year
and on another day,
the manager rolled up his trousers
and slept with the Indian servant.
She was glistening with sweat
in the pale moonlight.
Spread out along the promenade of broken dreams:
marbles, money and moss.
Smoking and reading in deck chairs on the Titanic,
the old man did not see the iceberg coming.
David Lane did not see it coming:
the coming of winter,
the onset of frost.
Tibetan prayer flags,
lightly touched by the wind,
remind him of oppression.
The avatar of Vishnu was not ready
to serve and bow down.
The people were hungry
and not fed.
A White Mao is awaited.
A strong savior is awaited,
in his lap a Persian cat.
Abraham Lincoln was progressive:
for to preserve the Union
a bullet train was bought and sold.
And desire trained
and then commanded to attack,
that is how nations are forged
from the bellies of steel.
Many women can dance around one man.
But only one man can hold the whip
to keep them in line.
- Constantin von Hoffmeister
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