http://www.stormfront.org/forum/search.php?do=finduser&u=33332

I wondered what happened to this guy, he was a very active and vocal poster when I used to read that site alot for a period. I went to check out his name, and found a link to his recent blogs.

Renunciation/Affirmation
Ah, yes. Something festering, infected, and pent up inside for years snapped open in my soul last night and drained from my being, and indeed, I saw that finally having it shifted like that was very good. I feel might lighter in spirit today, and so much farther along in my evolution, so much more open, so much more my real self. Let's get right to the bokkertu, shall we?

I hereby give notice of the following:

I officially renounce my monogamy. This one has been without a doubt the worst offender of late. Yes, it something I've maintained for quite some time, and publicly sung the praises of, while being miserable all these years thinking that all I desired was that one all-too-mythical mate I have been searching for. But ya know what? It's a fantasy... a horrible, destructive fantasy that I tried to live up to for far too long. And just who am I to expect anyone to live up to such a Sysiphian task? Indeed, I've found that I can keep love and sex quite seperate and relish both, without loss of any sort. It's that damned monogamy clause that I've spouted that's kept getting me in trouble, and I've had quite enough of the pain and bullshit that goes along with it. Know now that I am a quite available polyamourous, polyfuckerous male... yet I'm just as picky as I've ever been. Maybe now even more so. I can't stretch myself too thin... and Wolf's gotta have his standards!

[color="Red"]I officialy affirm that I do, on occasion, like boys. Not a big secret, but not something I've really advertised, either. Yes, I do, on occasion, find myself lusting after another male. It's very rare indeed, and I'm very particular about what I like, but make no mistake, I'm open to it. I always have been, actually. Just know that you'll have to share me.

I officially renounce my search for my "true mate". 'Twas a fool's quest, anyway. I leave that to the seekers of the Holy Grail and alchemists looking for gold in their flasks. I will still seek out those interesed in deep, caring relationships, creatures of like mind and breed, and people of magnitude and impeccable character, but as for that damned quest, it's dead. She will need to come to me...

I officially affirm my wolfishness. Doubting Toms, gits, wankers, fobbers, and smegheads of all creeds and walks of life will know my teeth. Freinds will know my warm fur and cold nose. Lovers will know my canine passion. The Gods will know my mind. And only I will know it all at any given moment. I have nothing to hide, but frankly, not everything of me is everyone's business but my own. Just know that I am Wolf. Hear me howl!

I officially renounce all tendencies to prejudice. Rememeber that crock of closed-minded speutum I spewed out in SoCal? It's purged. Thoroughly. (You still may make jokes about it if you wish.) I will judge quality of character solely on a case-by-case basis. All of those things that would have been an automatic out in the past will be reconsidered. Drug use? Criminal history? Religion? Nationality? Immigration status? Nothing is sacred... like I have room to talk, anyway. I like what I like. Asshattery comes in all forms, friends in all creeds, and enemies in all colours. Simply show quality of character at the door.

I officially renounce my previously stated distaste for rap music. I've been introduced to some stuff I rather like lately. 'Nuff said.

I officially affirm that I will remain as critical of the world around me as ever. Yes, there ARE still some things I will NOT abide. When they come up, I'll certainly let you know. I am passionate in ALL things, and this includes my love for this earth I live upon and a deep intolerance for stupidity, herd mentality, deceit, lies, and a bevy of Microsoft products. However, know that even though I may fight viciously for many things -- my earth, my friends, my principles, my mates, my cub, my dear and beloved wolves in the wild -- I'd also personally mud-wrestle my own mother for a ton of cash, an amusing alarm clock and a sack of good French porn.

Well, there ya go. Comments?

Current Mood: resolute & relieved
Current Music: Drop The Bombshell - Powerman 5000
http://nehiwolf.livejournal.com/104167.html

I'd have posted this on SF but it most likely would have gotten axed, so here it is.

How is that for a turncoat?

And, even more disturbing, he's a closet fag.

Ah, so many nuts in the world, where do we start?