As the saying goes, roads are made by walking. But when our ancestors first woke up in the swamps of Europe, they had to create land before they could walk.
Scientists now agree ancient Africans invented fire. However, it cannot be denied that Europeans first brought the gift of Prometheus to the North. Our forefathers left Africa’s womb and ventured into the cold, dark places of a new continent, inhospitable to a carefree life.
For with fire and ice, came order and discipline.
When a Man Taught Himself to Think
To keep a fire going in the wintertime, for several months on end, one must plan ahead. So, we began gathering wood during the summer, storing it for the cold times yet to come.
The Nordic climate taught us save the fruits of our labor for an unpredictable future. Nordic man learned to do his labor today rather than tomorrow, contrary to his perception that summers were pleasant and food still abundant.
Unlike the laughing southern races, enjoying the easy life in tropical paradise, we had left the Garden of Eden, and could no longer afford to be lazy or wasteful. We learned to anticipate the thunderstorms of the fall, and the hunger and cold of the season thereafter.
Europa discarded the weaker members of our peoples. Only those few souls survived who found the spark, each day anew, to toil and think ahead.
The men of the North took advantage of the cold and were able to store meat and other foods in the natural refrigerator of the cold. It gave them an opportunity to hunt for more than what is needed today.
This man thus became a natural capitalist who understood how to save up resources, to manage them, to budget them for the future, and to have them appreciate in value, unlike the equatorial races who embraced the squander of socialism.
It is precisely for this reason that our enemies today, these destroyers of culture, Marxists and their many brands of allies—can only respond by accusing us of being authoritarians.
Since we, Northerners, deny the childish fantasy of a heatstroke-induced Fata Morgana, the socialist utopia of infinite material wealth, our selfish enemies declared war on us.
A Labor-Based Hierarchy
Under the harsh conditions of European winters, the Northern tribes couldn’t sustain themselves living in large collectives. Yet, owing to the abundance of water all-around, from rain, river, and snow, early Europeans broke up their communities into groups no larger than ten or twelve people.
We survived as families, as groups of related individuals; brothers and cousins, aunts and sisters, parents and children. The bonds we forged laid the foundation for what would later become our continent’s many tribes, and later, our modern nations.
Constantly on the move, as nomads, chasing after herds of prey, living in smaller groups meant our forebears could no longer rely on the specializations found among larger settlements of people. Our ancestors had to become allrounders, not just good at one or the other thing, but at many tasks, requiring as many talents.
At some point, our forebears deemed it necessary to create a more striking division of labor, first and foremost, between men and women, for dividing up certain tasks between the two sexes made life more efficient, a necessity for their mutual survival.
European men, consequently, evolved to be taller—and we still are the tallest in the world today—and bigger, too. On average, our males are about fifteen percent larger than our females. The males and females of Asia, for example, having evolved in the docile climates of East Asia, are almost equal in size, indicative of their naturally more equalized nature.
While our mothers and their children could now attend to the household around the fireplace, our stockier men found a willingness to brave rain, cold, and disaster to hunt for the family’s protein intake. Unsurprisingly, communism never succeeded in Europe but never failed in China.
Among our peoples, the division of labor soon extended to children. Having children became a necessity, not just to transmit life, but a necessity for the family’s survival. There was no such thing as a carefree childhood in our lands. As children grew older, they were given all the sort of tasks that helped free their father’s time for hunting, and their mother’s for caring for the newborns.
Yes, our forebears invented the social hierarchy, and an economic order based on labor. If you wished to live, you had to work for it. Even the slightest successes in Europe had to be earned with blood, sweat, and tears.
Europeans developed a willingness to labor beyond their personal needs. Labor became an activity pursued in the benefit of others, our families, and our tribes-at-large; the complete opposite of the attitude so prevalent in the equatorial peoples.
An animal only cares about his self-preservation. Though the peoples of the South work in the pursuit of instant gratification, there, they stop. Our politicians, today, who’ve opened the borders to mass migration from all around the world, thinking a little education was going to be enough to turn an animal of leisure into a man of brave suffering, have yet to account for their mistake.
People aren’t equal. European man alone leaped ahead in the evolution of his personal discipline. We labor not for today, but for the future, for the ones who come after us—our descendants. No southern thinker ever stops to worry about the world his children are going to inherit—yet, how often don’t we?
Now that the destroyers of culture have come to live among us, the egotistical Marxist responded to our way of life by accusing us of hoarding wealth, of enslaving our women and children, of imposing labor onto the working classes.
The ignorant Marxist has set out to “liberate” our classes with the false promise, not of equal duties, but of equal rights; not of equal efforts, but of equal pleasures.
The Imaginative Soul
The stauncher races of the North, having overcome their unfriendly environments, rose from their swampy lands to build modern civilization, and spread it across the globe.
For in those long dark winter hours, European man shone his finest light. Resting by his fire, we began looking within and discovered we had a soul.
In the absence of so many of the pleasures readily available in the tamer parts of the world, the men and women of the North turned to each other’s inner lives for entertainment. Under such circumstances, couples bonded for life in the interest of their mutual survival.
Europe became the birth ground of the monogamous relationship, a union between one man and one woman, intrinsically rewarded by romantic love!—a concept so alien to leftish intellectuals they still have to make a mockery of it. They only know self-love.
To mask his emptiness, our Marxist foe, the destroyer of all that is healthy and beautiful, responded, once more, by introducing among us: hippie communes, simping and transgenderism, polyandry and polyamory—nothing but the bitterly soulless attacks on our ideals of love and marriage.
Still the soul we found within unleashed a world of creative imagination. With it, Europeans alone set out to advance the world. The historical record proves us right. Though the scientific consensus says mankind evolved in Africa, nearly all of the most important branches of human thought evolved in Europe first.
Most of the earliest cave art is found here, living memories of the human souls that once found a home there. Europeans, and their offshoots elsewhere in the world, were the ones who masterminded the invention of spears, the flute, ceramics, the wheel and the wheelbarrow, academia, science and philosophy, the study of chemistry and physics, Greek sculptures and Roman architecture, penicillin, the telescope and the microscope, the telephone, the thermometer and the barometer, the printed press, the newspaper, the telegraph, the cinema, mechanical calculators and the computer, the submarine, the automobile, the airplane, the piano, the classical orchestra, the opera, the steam engine, the steamboat and the steam locomotive, the internal combustion engine and the diesel engine, the refrigerator, carbonated water, canned food, eyeglasses, dentistry, the incandescent lightbulb, batteries, hot air balloons, the zeppelin, the space shuttle, the parachute, the rifle, the revolver and the bullet-proof vest, X-rays, nuclear fission and the atom bomb, the lawnmower, email, the internet, and the first map of the world.
Lo and behold—even most of the Olympics sports practiced today were invented either in Europe or by people of European descent. Thinking minds from just these three countries of the USA, the UK, and Germany together won well over half of all Nobel Prizes awarded since the year 1901.
And though novels have been published around the world for thousands of years, the first novel in which the main character has an inner monologue, to let the reader know about his thoughts, was written only in 1917 by the Norwegian author Knut Hamsun, for it was us, Europeans, who were the first to care what other people think.
The Revenge of the Underman
Our creative soul forever separated us from the rest of the world. It’s easy for anyone to call oneself equal, nowadays, only to blackmail white people with guilt and shame, demanding to be given the benefits for which generations of our ancestors laid down their lives in the mud.
But have people really suffered equally? Have people toiled and labored equally? Do people’s histories really offer evidence of their equality, or of their inequality?
Let’s face it. What has Africa given the world besides hunger? What inventions have Arab peoples exported to the world beside terrorism? What have the Asiatic peoples offered the world beside cheap knockoffs? What has the world given us rather than demanded from us?
So, the Marxist destroyer of life could only respond by attacking our very history itself, by erasing it where he could, by inserting fictions and half-truths, and omitting the rest, if not to provide a wholesale rewrite of our past by inventing black Vikings and gay Kings, as if Europe had always been a clown show.
Now, all of a sudden, the Marxist underman appear to have found their motivation to labor against us, to revolt against all they perceive as “authoritarian oppression”, against the romantic love they see as evidence “sexual repression”, merely due to the fact their own fragile egos are hurting—by very existence of better men living up North.
All of their attacks are only meant to demoralize us. Now, it’s our time to respond! We shall, once again, look within, and find there the fire of our ancestors burning in our hearts.
As long as the alien parasites remain in charge of the media, as long they’re allowed to continue their falsification of reality and history, our peoples shall have little recourse but to bring the fight to them.
The Long Walk to Valhalla
After all our peoples have gone through, after all the struggles won and lost, are you really going to give up now? Will you surrender, lie down low, wait for the brown rage to blow over?
Maybe you don’t care. Maybe you think I’m exaggerating. Maybe you’ll just do your job here on Earth, do whatever’s expected of you, and then go to your Heaven. Maybe Saint Peter won’t care either and he’ll happily let you past the gates of Heaven. Or perhaps, to you, it’s Heimdall who’ll sound your arrival, and welcome you into Valhalla.
If that’s what you’re thinking, you’re terribly mistaken. Whichever afterlife you’re dreaming of, I’ve got some really bad news for you.
Before you even get to the gates to Heaven, before you walk up to that door to Valhalla, you’ll first have to go up a long-winding trail leading there. And along that trail you shall meet every single one of your ancestors, your grandparents, your great-great-grandmother, and her great -grandfather. All of them.
And as you hike up the trail, your ancestors may give you either of two responses. They won’t try to stop you, but if they deem you unworthy, they’ll turn their backs to you, and ignore you, the way you ignored them.
Don’t think the bar was raised too high. It matters not to your ancestors whether you failed hard or won big in life. It matters not to them whether you died young or lived to old age. It matters nothing whether you were rich or poor, clever or stupid, pretty or ugly.
Those aren’t the things you will be judged by. But your ancestors will judge you on the basis of these simple observations:
DID YOU STAND UP AGAIN WHEN YOU WERE KICKED TO THE GROUND?
DID YOU PUT UP FIGHT WHEN THEY TRIED TO TAKE YOUR EVERYTHING AWAY FROM YOU?
DID YOU LIVE FOR MERELY YOURSELF, OR DID YOU LIVE FOR PEOPLE?
For if you did any of those things, your ancestors’ response shall be different. This time, they will all be facing you with the sincerest look of pride in their gleaming eyes. As silent tears slowly run down their cheeks, they’ll slowly shake their heads up and down in approval.
And as you walk by, they will mumble, in languages long forgotten, “There goes one of ours, our descendant. Our struggles were not in vain, our we didn’t suffer for nothing.”
Never forget! They fought for us, and we’ll fight for them!