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First Part.

–The Transgression.

The Ideological End of Two Worlds.

The political ocean encircles one with a belt of constantly shifting beliefs encompassing every internal & external conflict that confines North America–the uttermost limits of Western Civilization. Two ideological worlds separated by a narrow channel, known as Republicans & Democrats, envelops the social vestiges of modern thought and national policy. The last days of November have arrived.

The political equinox has brought with it darkness and storms, and revolution will remedy the short and dismal existence of the American day laborer. The sky of a dull and leaden gray is faintly lighted by a socialist sympathizer, for an economy without warmth, promulgated with European liberalism, scarcely seen functioning above the horizon, pales before the dazzling, brilliancy of alt-right nationalism that covers, as far as the eyes can reach, the boundless spirit of American capitalism.

imgresTo the Alt-Jew, the millennial generation is a cultural plague bristling with entitlement, infecting the American body politic with an unholy persuasiveness that will only serve the petrified masses, whose spell-bound population appear fired up as vast ranges of poverty overcome momentary peaks fading away into the doldrums of far-off strains of smoke, prescription pills, alcohol & tobacco vapor.

Between the twin-peaks of globalism & neocon thought, the termination of nationalism, the sullen despair of workers who fear a sea of automated substitutes, Trump is seen as a last ditch driver of innovation with a dogged winning streak despite the hysterical blithering of ivory tower elitists. The Alt-Jew conundrum faces an apocryphal climax of opposing forces conjoining like an ideological Frankenstein. The towering globalist castles financed by fallen Princes of Neo-Conservatism currently remain besieged in Clintonian fortresses cowering from populist dragons that roam the countryside of North America.

These lonely platitudes do not belong to the habitable world; for the piercing collectivist cold shivers the bones, splits the seeds, and causes the social fabric to burst asunder, which, throwing forth showers of financially enticing foreign entanglements capable of enduring the solitude of frosty receptions to famine & death. And yet, strange to say, footprints may be traced to this election, covering these headlands on either side of the aisle, on the American shore, footprints are small and light, thus betraying the omnipresent gatekeepers whose arrogance has been hastening up a rocky peak, where drifts of a global golden age enlightened by a new era of a populist nationalism are now finally visible.

It woLe_vrai_portrait_du_Juif_[...]Scherer_Louis_btv1b6938315nuld seem many a men can arrive at the acceptance of the AltJew methodology from opposite directions, in hopes of catching a glimpse of the Western nationalistic epoch in their history, across a sea of two dividing worlds–the Old Globalists and the New Neo-Conservatives.

More strange still is how the AltJew has crossed the solitudes of exile during a terrific political storm. Man’s spirit pines for growth, only to be dampened by centuries old intellectual warfare pointed at their bent heads like parishioners at a churchyard. Society has been uprooted, rented out, and hurled aside by socially engineered blasts orchestrated by the crème de la crème of “principled” aristocracy.

Yet the civic minded travelers face furious tempest, the kind which has plucked up nations, pounded them into frozen masses, smashed them into splinters, and all to the roar of a thunderous applause. Yet they embrace this, without one single belief deviating from the straight line followed by them.

Who then are these beings who advance thus calmly amidst the storms and convulsions of the ideological man and his chaotic nature?
Is it by chance, or design, or destiny, the seven signs of the apocalypse form a six sided star? –thus:

To the smooth and polished surface of the media, these alternative footmarks seem imprinted by the foot of a beast on a marble flooA_Pinot_CharlesFrançoisr.
The brilliant reflection of the populace renders this nation still visible beneath the azure darkness of conformity; and the pale glimmer of obscure historical relics whose voices now have fallen in a reign of solemn silence.

But, towards the right, a faint alternative light appears.
At first, a harsh, protruding light, such as precedes revolution; it increases in brightness, and assumes an inviting hue. Darkness thickens in every other direction; the wilds of a desert civilization are now scarcely visible under the guarded vault of the gatekeepers firmament. Strange and confused voices are heard amidst this obscurity.
They sound like the flight of –birds–flapping now-heavily berating those who have sidestepped their careful punditry.

This silent terror heralds the approach of an imposing phenomena that awe alike the most ferocious and the most harmless of animated beings. A nationalistic Aurora Borealis suddenly beams forth. A logical circle of dazzling oneness that becomes visible in the American horizon. Immense columns of wealth and rational thought stream forth from this daring alternative, rising to a great height, illuminating earth, sea, and sky.