This post:
an English translation
of a previous incarnation
of my webpage’s index
My last name is French and I may look
Visualize in your mind the current situation in a pie diagram. The white race covered more than 30 percent of the world population when my grandmother was born. Our generation, the result of the so-called sexual liberation of the 1960s, was reduced to 15 percent and the trend is that both the Nordish and the Mediterranean Caucasians will shrink to 5 percent in the near future! The Demographic Winter of the people of my ethnic group is an issue censored in the media, which fears everything related to race as if it were the devil himself. Understanding the taboo moved me to write a number of entries in my blog (a more extensive treatment appears in hundreds of articles in other blogs, linked to The West’s Darkest Hour).
The population replacement currently being perpetrated in Europe, North America and Australia is the greatest betrayal in history from the elite—government, academia, media—against its people. Along with feminism, such immigration policies for a suicidal population rate are prompted by liberalism, and ideology overrepresented by the members of an ethnic group that owns most of the media (“non-Gentiles”).
What I have read to date in the blogs I linked in The West’s Darkest Hour has made me see that unless we secede to create an ethnic state in, say, North America, or expel the millions of migrants from Europe, the Nordic and the Mediterranean Caucasians are heading toward extinction.
Since combating such treason requires every ounce of our energy, the previous incarnation of this site [my webpage, not this blog] has receded into the background. That does not mean I’ve forgotten what originally motivated me to write. It means that from now on what I write will have as a starting point the West’s darkest hour: even darker than the fall of the Roman Empire because our ethnic group was not endangered then.
A picture is worth a thousand words. I recently watched the movie The Sound of Music, which I had first seen over forty years ago in the then splendid Manacar Theater of Mexico City. Considering that every day I see in those blogs how hordes of third-worlders invade the European soil, a deep agony covered my spirit when I thought, during the first minutes of the movie, how these once sacred and green Austrian lands are now inundated with a swarm of non-whites.
Take a specific example. The anti-music, which includes not only the black rap but the crappy music composed by brown or white people, reflects the extreme degree of degradation to which we have fallen today. Music is worth a thousand syllogisms. This family scene with the Von Trapp family, the perfect antithesis of the current degeneration, conveys why all and each one of us who identify with high culture in our civilization—exemplified in this Hollywood idealization of Salzburg—must fight.
Not to mention Christopher Plummer and Julie Andrews dancing the Ländler. Every time I see it, albeit in homely mini-screens so far from those great old theaters of yore, I can only think of its antithesis: the heinous “disco” dancing through which, compared with the elegance from a bygone era, makes it evident that the westerners have lowered to truly Dantesque cultural nadirs. If through a radio telescope an extraterrestrial listened such anti-music light-years away, it would be obvious that those who are fond of it are in their final stages of civilizational exhaustion, cultural suicide and spiritual death.
The guiding theme of the previous incarnation of my site had been the abuse of children by their parents, and the psychiatrists hired by them. I’ve moved most of my critique of psychiatry to an external blog, so that anyone who wishes to offer comments may do it there. “Moved most” I said but not all. In this new page I will publish the first chapters of that book when I have time to review and correct the text. Also, here I will also publish half of another book I wrote about the universal blindness with regard to the hell endured by children at home.
True, I have suffered a genuine political conversion since the last year, when I discovered white nationalism. But something compels me to upload to the Internet texts I had originally intended for the printed press. I am convinced that parental abuse of children and adolescents is related to the hatred that, as adults, many feel for the culture of their parents. Among the people of my ethnic group the transfer of these emotions to runaway liberalism (like this crazy Spanish woman) is related to the darkest hour of our civilization.
The subject is complex, but in my spare time the next days, weeks and perhaps months I will add to this new site [again: my webpage, not this blog] some texts that I wrote thanks to the legacy in depth psychology of Alice Miller and Lloyd deMause.
