Finding Your Redoubt: Final Dispatch

All the veterans worth listening to agree that survival should be our priority now. The rot is too far advanced for proselytizing to succeed. The chances will come back when the economy goes very bad. But not now. And we have the results of history to attest that extraordinary times must devolve before the rest will listen to us. What became of strong men in the early days? What happened to Lawrence Dennis, Arnold Leese, Francis Parker Yockey, and George Lincoln Rockwell? What did ZOG do to Tom Metzger, Alex Curtis, Chester Doles, and Matt Hale? They took their militancy to the streets and were crushed for it. Or they showed exemplary leadership — and the secret police took them away on trumped-up charges. Jews are behind this. No, now is the time of waiting, watching, building strength. So say the veterans like Metzger, Martin Lindstedt, and Eric Thomson. We wait for the Kwa and the ZOG to unravel.

To those White men and women still demonstrating openly, I respect you, but I think your actions are premature. In the meantime, it is proper to make peace with rural Whites. I read some chamber of commerce stuff in Pennsylvania. I looked at the want ads. There is work for the intelligent technician. There were deals on farmland and equipment.

My destination was Potter County and its seat, Coudersport. No, it is not a port. The town is tight and clean. It is what many of us have in mind for refuge. The main problem with such places is, of course, employment. There isn’t much going on. I saw light industries here and there. I saw a few farms, although the topo maps indicate that this region, being so hilly, hasn’t much bottomland. But deer are everywhere. Pennsylvania has hundreds of thousands and liberal bag allowances. (You do respect the law, don’t you?) I got the impression that deer meat is almost an industry. You could get by up there…

Here I had run up against a problem we all know so well: the wall. It appears when we speak frankly to those we value. These are generally genetic people who, for whatever causes, are not as far off the propaganda grid as we are, and who think “positively” and tend to trust the “leaders” of the state. They don’t want to hear badspeak when there is plenty still going well for them. It is a matter of both evasion and toeing the ZOG line. Each of us is highly tuned to these signals of disapproval. We have learned when to back off; better, when to say nothing. There is no benefit from pressing our views, no matter how solid. It may be that only the propaganda of the deed, committed at the proper time, can burst the ZOG intoxication. In this matter it is good to read German National Socialist literature. Contrary to Jew propaganda, the National Socialists were quite sophisticated in their social and political interlocutions with non-National Socialist Germans. Until the general level of fear reaches the point where the German people were crying for a savior, a White revolutionist in Germany spoke very discreetly. So must we.

I headed west out of Coudersport along the Allegheny River, destination Bradford, home of the Zippo Lighter Company. I thought it a dreary town, and drove on. The New York line is just north, and I decided to take a look. I headed up the U.S. 219, crossed over and found myself on the Allegheny Reservation of the Seneca Nation. Immediately beside the highway I saw a large log building, a tourist stop. The lot was muddy and not very efficient in the way we expect a profitable establishment to be in the Kwa. It was a cigarette haven; one of those “tax free” sovereign businesses the ZOG allows “native americans”. This store had a wild atmosphere I liked. There was the usual kitsch (beads, feathers, marijuana accessories, coffee cups, etc.). The walls were stacked with cartons of tobacco sticks. I bought a coffee and looked around. The woodstove was cranking away and there were low mountains to be seen out the windows. Two fellows were working there; one appeared to have asiatic blood. Both were self-conscious “counter-culture” types in the Jew-induced model, with tattoos, rings, the rest. Later I realized what had appealed to me about the place was the departure from the Kwa megamall culture. The woodsmoke and animal skins, the dope equipment, all were outré and had for me a sense of adventure. It had touched a need in me for more space, for weapons and hunting and movement. I knew even more certainly then that I had to get out of the Kwa.

Now in lower southwest New York I decided to cruise about as much as my few remaining hours would allow. This unfortunately confined me to an interstate. Very well, but the views were worthy. The road followed a narrow, deep, winding river heaving with black winter water. It looked fecund with fish. Mountains to the north, most well-wooded. At their bases were farms, apparently dairy operations. Milk and meat. And as in Pennsylvania I saw here, in the few stops I made, White stock that was apparently worthy. I dislike categorizing people as if they are specimens, but ours are extraordinary times. The wogs who come to America like the whitest White girls they can find. There’s a phenomenon to consider. These people were not so friendly as Southerners, but we are all the products (partially) of our environment. Not so far as the Jews assert, but undoubtedly our environment determines how we act much of our time. In this area I saw little evidence of nigger or brown blood or negrified behavior. The women were pretty and modest-looking. When you see such regions of whiteness you want even more urgently to smash the ZOG. I saw but one nigger, who passed me on the interstate with his White slut.

Let me add something here that many of you will disagree with. Our interior is too vast to displace the white majority with black and brown, as our (temporary) Jew masters would like to do. Whites have been there too long and have their ways, communities and patterns. Despite the talmudvision poison, and Affirmative Action laws, it will take centuries to make the Jew dream actual. Nor can I imagine what they, the Jews, could do to make White girls breed with black and brown men at the rate they want. In time the skanks will be dealt with. The Jews’ plans will proceed until the hour of the knife. Then things will go reverse-kosherly.

Like much of rural America, central Pennsylvania is worth a look from you. I myself prefer mountains, and so I found this area favorable. A move from a Kwa area to the countryside is a big change, perhaps psychologically most of all. The decompression from a Kwa environment might not go smoothly. This might depend upon our attitude: are we fleeing, or are we being strong? The peculiar dangers we each face should answer that.

WILLIAM VENTVOGEL