All right boys & girls, it's that time again.
Time for another epic post from yours truly.
Today, I'll be speaking on one of the ills in White society, and a blight upon White thinking; Petty tribalism.
And I'll be using australia as an example.
So here we go, Petty tribalism as opposed to Pan Aranyism.
If you look at the true landscape of Australia, and not the irrigated, landscaped false greenery of australia, you will see the immense ugliness of the bush.
Puke green & bone dry. Fitting only for the nappy headed most primitive ape-race of boongs the White man found running wild when he arrived here.
How fitting then, that the land down under should be in stark contrast, the complete opposite to the lush rich beauty of most of the northern hemisphere, ancestral homelands of the men of the north. ie: the White Aryan race.
What fool then, would extol the virtues of such a blighted place? And i don't mean pointing out the 1-2 per cent of land where exists areas of true natural beauty, I mean taking the truly horrendous fuck-awfulness of this place, and saying, 'fuckin' bush mate, it's fuckin' lovely'.
Oh really fuckface?
Then why have most aussies chosen to terraform the terrain around them into a faint imitation of Europe?
North American Whites have not done this, because they had no need.
The forests, plains, peaks and valleys are equal in beauty to those in Europe.
So how can we explain this wrong thinking?
It's petty tribalism.
Their forefathers were thrown into this fresh hell to carve out a mineral mining base for the traitor class & their jew colliders, and now that their families been in this ugly ore pit for generations, and been forced to build a first rate civilization for their masters to enjoy while overseeing things; This is their country, and they love it here because it's 'their' country.
Almost are bad are the different nations in Europe where Whites with colored cloth on one side of an imaginary line will point to Whites on the other side of the imaginary line, and say 'those Whites have a different bit of colored cloth than us, we hate them and want to slaughter them for it'.
It's high past time we said goodnight to petty tribalism, and welcomed the new dawn of Pan Aranyism!
Sieg Heil!
Words hold power, for words influence thought, and thought shapes reality.
B.B. aka Arbiter of all truth.