I heard he cried for his Mommy when the locals in Toledo started to reverting to simian-like behavior.
From that quoted thread:
http://www.stormfront.org/forum/showpost.php?p=3661679&postcount=21
WTF would a WN confess on a message board to being attracted to light-skinned negroes with tits?:confused:
He was hiding the entire time. When the ara came down the street beating there drums we all ran to the corner to head them off at the pass and from that point on RANDY was nowhere in sight.
Would this be him, WM4WL? He sure looks like he'd make great pals with Lamont and Erica.
Ha ha Subrosa-- the guys who met him in Toledo describe him as something like a "skinny, scared kid", but doesn't his bio say he is 38 years old? There's Prime Grade-A Kwa delayed adulthood feminization for ya. Hell, they should run him as a congress critter in the criminal goobermint. Go Detroit nigger bassetball shooters, go!
White Nationalism is a tough business. It’s not for the faint-hearted. There are many of us still in the closet and for good reason. We stand to lose our livelihood and then there’s the potential to seriously damage family relationships and there are also other legitimate reasons as well, for keeping low profile.
I can see how a weak willed person would want to revert back to the safety of a society that will embrace anyone who goes along with the lie. It’s hard to do the right thing and that’s the precise reason why so many people don’t do the right thing.
It’s easy to be a worm, a creature without a backbone. It doesn’t matter that the crowd around the worm is wrong, it matters only that they smile at him for being one of them. It’s that reassuring approval from the peers that the worm needs, and nothing else. In the world of the worm, there is no tomorrow.
For now the worm smugly scoffs at us from behind the protection of the jew. But after the revolution that’s sure to come, it’ll be my sacred duty to make these worms account for their wrong choice. I will do that with gusto and without mercy.
The ink of the learned is as precious as the blood of the martyr. For one drop of ink may make millions think.