Minichan

My last rant and my last plea.

When I started Riktiga Nyheter, it was with an unimaginable amount of failed projects "under my belt", and I was already indescribably mentally exhausted. Despite this, I forced myself to really put my whole soul into this project because by then I had realized how vital it was to "enlighten the people". At the same time, I was still extremely naive in my perception of the "resistance".

During these over five years (before RN there was at least a year earlier a prototype that I made as part of another failed project, but that probably no one but me used) I have really put an incredible amount of time, energy and soul into all possible means for me to try to get information about the ongoing genocide, as well as to influence the sources "in the right direction" in various ways.

Unfortunately, it became increasingly clear that both "national" and "Sweden friends" had a completely different mentality and orientation, where they never or very rarely spoke plainly and were honest with themselves and each other. It slowly dawned on me that many sources were either run directly by Jews or paid for by them. The rest were, with very few exceptions, confused idiots who never wrote/said/did anything of value, often with grossly misleading headlines.

In the end, I stopped following the flow entirely other than the strictly necessary checks every now and then to make sure things still worked (the sources were maniacally changing everything all the time and frequently required manual fixes of various kinds). At this point I felt physically sick of seeing what people upvoted, and completely lost respect for both the sources and the users.

A genuine thanks goes to the self-proclaimed "Grovjobbaren", who after a while showed up and until the very end helped very actively with basically administering the entire Genocide Media (extreme amount of work behind the scenes with that position, especially considering how few who ever used it) as well as found new sources of RN and helped tell when they died or changed feed addresses without repointing and such. You are largely the reason I lasted as long as I did, and our internal "ping-pong" was a fine collaboration that, to me, proves what Aryans can accomplish when they work together.

Unfortunately, he was quite unique, and the rest seemed to be doing everything they could to silence the service, probably because terrible me was behind it. Like people in general, nationals are far more concerned with who did something than what was done. I was insulted a thousand times worse than I ever got back (at least according to myself), but whatever it was, it resulted in me losing more and more respect for all these people who, in the end, just came across to me as bumbling idiots.

In the last 24 hours I have felt extreme sadness, strong feelings of guilt and felt like a real betrayer, even though in my opinion I am someone who has been betrayed. Worth noting is clearly that I did not "get PC" or anything like that. No female has (unfortunately) suddenly appeared in my life and given me an ultimatum and forced me to choose between her or RN, and no Jews have visited me with bags of money to bribe me into quitting. Nor have any AFA scumbags put a knife to my throat or anything like that. Some of the main reasons (that I can think of right now) why I was forced to quit are:

1. I believe that it is a dangerous waste of time and energy to imagine that you can change something by playing around in the Jew's sandbox (Internet).
2. Harmful sources of junk controlled/created by the enemy that just poison people's minds with nonsense.
3. Virtually non-existent traffic and word of mouth. (Yes, that was probably the "last straw".)
4. No hearing from (almost) anyone for what you put your soul into trying to convey.
5. Could no longer support the service's name, slogan or content.
6. Felt and feel mentally, spiritually and physically totally exhausted and like I'm suffocating from all the crap these sources are pumping out and people are sitting and wasting their precious time on at this late, fateful hour.
7. No longer wish to be involved in any way in further waste of time and energy of all those who should really in this now be gearing up for united, armed struggle.

I really tried my best. I can honestly say that. Unfortunately, my best is completely inadequate, and this I have realized on such a deep level that this shutdown is not "just" about RN, but my entire continued use of the Internet and trying to "run" something in this hopeless, infinite space where one can scream yourself hoarse without anyone ever hearing a peep. Also, it will only get worse and worse for any kind of "controversial" site to continue to exist, and I have every reason to believe that RN would have been harassed in even more ways than just overload attacks, had it continued. Especially if it had ever grown, which apparently never did.

Despite my harsh words in the last RN text, I feel a real sadness and despair about the whole situation. There were actually a few people out there who made sense and really meant well. I thank those of you who contributed and helped me when I needed it most, even if you probably only cared about the service remaining. Believe me when I say that I am genuinely sorry that I was forced to quit. Because it wasn't a real choice, like everything else in life. It just didn't work anymore, for so many important reasons. I felt like I was going crazy for real, and that hasn't changed in any way. This is truly a nightmare on so many different levels.

I should now announce that I am starting a radical, physical combat group whose sole purpose is to save the Swedes by force, to really emphasize that I am serious, but I dare not. Although I hate this "life", I am still indescribably afraid of ceasing to exist. I cannot understand how anyone manages to take their own life, but somehow admire their "courage".

I'll probably rot away in solitude, soon dreaming back to the "wonderful" days when I could write an RN text and a few people could agree. That's how it works — it can always get worse, and it does…

I could ramble on and on about this, but I really can't take it anymore. It's clear that very few people can relate to what I feel, and the rest just see it as the ramblings of a sick person.

I realize this may sound like an afterthought, but shutting down RN and my "online" efforts has a strong symbolic value to me because it proves that I am serious about the claim that the Internet is the enemy's sandbox/fishbowl/playhouse, and that what I spent so much of my life trying to understand just turned out to be a big hoax. Another distraction.

No one will take this to heart any more than they have listened to anything else I have written, but if there is something I really want to emphasize, it is that the Swedes MUST stop hanging on to an electronic network of increasing censorship when our physical survival is at stake. As sick as it sounds, and however unreasonably improbable it may be that this will ever happen, the Swedes need to start cooperating and really get a handle on things.

My appeal goes perhaps most to the Nordic Resistance Movement, who after all have by far the greatest organizational ability (which isn't saying much, but still). I really ask you to try to rethink completely, despite the very great risks, and if possible adopt a radically different style and mentality. It is probably considered laughably pathetic to sit and write such things, without doing anything myself, but I really feel that it is the only possibility and that this must somehow be brought forward.

I deeply and most seriously regret my total inability to do anything that matters. Despite the fact that I can hardly sit up anymore, and have never been brave for five cents, I am bombarded by extremely strong revolutionary feelings. As if these feelings are actually intended for someone completely different, who has both the strength, the courage and the ability to reach people. Why then do I get these? Probably because God is sick in the head.

I also want to ask Hitler for forgiveness for my cursed inability. You were truly a true modern day hero, and I am genuinely ashamed of mine and everyone's actions, which appear to be a mockery of what you did. Nothing would make me happier than to suddenly be showered with your abilities, but that remains a pipe dream no doubt. As long as this happens with any sensible person, I am satisfied.

Now if anyone sees this at all and hasn't already removed all the bookmarks and links and forgotten about RN, I really want you to pretend for a moment that this is not just the confused ramblings of a sick person, but actually a genuine, albeit desperately, attempt to crawl myself out of this quagmire of total passivity. I will probably fail, but there is no choice but to try for real now.

Hopefully we'll see each other on the battlefield and not in prison. The path there is extremely blurry, and I really have no idea how to even begin this enormous task, or how to accomplish any of the things required when I can't even [survive] right now—I just know that must happen if the Swedes/Aryans want to survive and avoid living as ignored, terrorized slaves.

Right now it feels like I'm just going to wither away in a corner shaking with rage and helplessness as the noise level and terror grow louder and more intense, but even if this is the most likely scenario even after this "measure" I wouldn't be able to live with myself if this project had continued, given the circumstances.

Hope you understand and agree, and don't see me as a "race traitor", even though I wrote that I will do "anything" to escape this hell. Because I really see it as hell. I was and am as pissed off as I am confused, mixed and mixed, and it makes me furious to think what we "enlightened" people are up to while we let what happens as close as right outside the window and in the stairwell go on.

This text will remain until the host expires. After that, my Internet projects are completely over, and I strongly advise you to follow my example and force yourself to tackle real world life-changing problems instead of wasting even one more day on this nonsense.

Sieg Heil.