From “Oz” (Australia)
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G’day there, John, you have inspired me to start my own blog. Yours is vivid and easy to navigate. I especially like the background image.
I do wish I was in the position to be more able to transmit my appreciation in a monetary form, alas, being a carer is not a profitable venture. Other work is hard to come by where I live right now.
Interestingly you note the implied right to bear arms… When the Australian government says “we don’t have a bill of rights here in this country” they are committing double- speak deceit…
Our bill of rights is the British bill of rights. Our system is rooted in the English one going back to the Authorized King James Bible… A manual for establishing, building, defending and attacking, destroying and finally eliminating Nations.
Some of my days, I observe my spirit in a fallen state. This never lasts longer than mere moments, because Men like you have instilled an incredible faith in this young man.
My warmest well wishes to you and your beloved friends and family, and your animal friends, John. 
I cannot thank you enough for filling a void in my life with your passionate, staunch position.
When I was 18, a girlfriend told me I should stop being idealistic. I stopped for years and became mired in myriad illusions…
“Only an idealist without illusions can win in the real world!”
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…… Former Rockwell man is staunch donor
I wish to thank a fellow former supporter of George Lincoln Rockwell’s party, the NSWPP, the National Socialist White People Party for many months of weekly financial support.
We both were in the NSWPP in the 1970s, actually after Rocky had been martyred — shot in 1967 by a WN whom Rockwell had deservedly expelled for psychopathic tendencies.
But every office of the NSWPP had a huge photo of Rocky with the corn cob pipe — and his legend towered over us.
I will never forget the feeling of LIBERATION the first time I put on the full stormtrooper uniform — brown short, black pants, black airborne boots, white motorcycle helmet for head protection, and of course the swastika on the blood-red armband.
To be proud of what the entire zombie world is taught mindlessly to hate.
My late, great friend Ralph Grandinetti, a tough Italian-American, in the front, tie tucked in.
It was also amazing to see the fear in the eyes of leftists. The more we national socialists were depicted as genocidal maniacs in a hundred movies and tv shows, the more scared they looked when they saw actual stormtroopers with the cojones to wear the most bad-ass symbol in the universe.
Everyone knows it took the whole jew-ruled planet six years to beat ONE country that was super-powered by national socialism.
The day is coming when a new and better form of NS will sally forth.
And “this time the world!”
Thank you, comrade J, for sacrificing every week for many months for my work to come to fruition in NS 2.0.
Your trust is sacred to me.
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