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Doors are being kicked in now, albeit gently and with semi-legal sanction, but I don’t see anyone grabbing their artillery. Not to worry, events are starting to move our way, we just need to act when the tide is at its peak.
Having said that, Dr MacDonald is a good writer and is doing a lot of useful work.

The 1960s and ’70s I remember was a lot more masculine than what society is today. The South was still hanging Negroes in the ’60s and’70s. The schools were racially separated, and Southern hard rock bands displayed the Dixie Battle flag at music venues. There was nothing feminine about the racists protestant churches. Whites only signs were common place. 18 year old teenangers had the courage to burn their draft cards in the street, making it clear to the world conquerors they had no intention of dying in a phony war the Federals had no intention of winning. These same people had the courage to show their faces at the funerals of those who came home in a bodybag. The war mongers didn’t want to be associated with the dead coming home 100 a week.

Back in the day, people took their dealings out with guns and knives and ropes. Assassination at all levels was not uncommon. The Kennedy brothers, MLK, whoever.

the 60’s and 70’s, Karate was real–it had power, finesse, promise. It was a discipline, man!

Look at it today–just a bunch of bozo kids who can’t even tie their belts right. If they can even see over thier fat bellys.

I don’t know about that, Thom. I think there are plenty of young guys around today who could easily kick your ass, you old fairy. And learn how to spell.

Professor MacDonald has spent too much time in the world of Academe. He needs to get out into the fresh air and chop some wood or do something besides publish a lot of esoteric online articles that 25 people might bother reading.

I hope all you government employees and bankers enjoy your 3 day long MLK holiday weekend. As for the rest of you, get back to work, you galley-slaves.

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Tim, IMO your in the bulls eye for sure on your post.

Though far too many young men in my region of the regime are out of shape that I see in stores and etc.

As for MacDonald, gee, I should offer him a months worth of galley labor with me, haa.

Your right about getting back to work. Those who are regime workers with fat retirements we are working till we drop. Even for the men who kept in shape, all those injuries from over years like broken joints, stress and more will be killing US off. Only the pencil pushers, and NKVD types will be living past 70 with fat asses.

Most Whites can view this and let me tell you, its going to be worse than this, we have millions of hostile mhongs, scumbags from all over the World to deal with now, plus a regime itching to kick Whites to the gutter.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HZBKtoySb9w

And so it was that Tim McGreen went back to the Oxford University exercise room, encouraged by the wise words of Antagonistes, but yet chastened by his rebuke.

The lovely Maryse Manios was still there, glistening with sweat which was like a holy ointment. But there were other nude coeds along with some in workout dress. Tim learned later that the nude coeds were all members of the rugby team and had been given special permission by the dean to workout in the nude. Nobody seemed to mind.

http://www.shewired.com/sports/2013/12/04/photos-oxford-universitys-womens-rugby-club-bares-all-charity?page=0,3&utm_source=Xhamster&utm_medium=popunder&utm_campaign=Xhamster%20Popunder

Suddenly, Tim felt his macho kick in. He wanted so badly to impress these lovely vixens. He saw that the bench press was not being used. How much weight was on that barbell? He did not care; he was going to press it and impress these lovely nymphs.

Lying down on the bench, and summoning an intense exertion, Tim got the bar off the rack, and then it crashed down on his chest. He struggled for air. He looked at the girls but they were all either chatting or concentrating on their lifts. He felt himself blacking out . . . then the tunnel of light. Then . . .

Strong bronzed arms lifted the weight off his chest. Incredibly, as he gulped in air, Tim saw these arms actually curl the weight, with the sun-browned biceps of those arms bulging out like softballs. Tim felt a desire to caress those biceps, to partake of their strength and virility.

“A little too much weight, there, Mate,” said a bright, friendly voice.

All of a sudden the girls in the room, both nude and clothed, swarmed about this individual. Tim saw them subtly squaring their shoulders and pulling in their stomachs so that their boobs stuck out more. Some of the nude girls had erect nipples.

Tim got a closer look at his rescuer. He was not too tall, about 5′ 10″, around fifty years old, but he was corded with muscle. His bright blue eyes danced about the room, taking in the feminine beauty before him, and basking in the devotion of the women. His blonde hair was medium length, brushed back. He was wearing khaki paints, with paint-spays on them of various colors, and his pecs and lats bulged under his white t-shirt. He greeted all the girls by kissing them on both cheeks, French-style.

Then he slapped Maryse on her naked buttocks. The whack resounded throughout the bare cinder-block walls.

“Let’s hit it!” the man shouted. “You are a starved croc! You are hungry for guts and glory!”

“I will either shred my muscles on the weights, or take off your head, Thom, you bastard!” shouted Maryse.

Tim then knew that this man was Maryse’s trainer, and that he was the one that she had picked to make her into a world-class muscle-woman.

http://www.sexymusclegirls.com/wp-content/uploads/Image/sexy_nude_muscle/Maryse_Manios8.jpg

Tim actually felt a little bit jealous that this man had saved him and then just walked off, like it was nothing. As if this guy saved peoples’ lives every day!

“Who is that man?” Tim asked an adoring co-ed. Without taking her eyes off him, she said softly, wistfully, “Thom. Thom McQueen.”

“Thom. Thom McQueen.” Perfecto-mundo!