1 year ago4 points(+0/-0/+4Score on mirror)1 child
to love something you must hate what harms it. if that's not the case then you merely sorta like stuff, which is an awfully lukewarm and sad way to go through life.
i must comment though that you're more or less right. even knowing that love necessitates hate, it is still more bountiful to focus on the love rather than the hate. the hate is the means to an end, not the end itself, but many in our position find it easy to mistake it for an end.
If you claim you love your own White people and White family, but you also claim to love the very niggers and jews who are vehemently committed to destroying White people and White civilization, then you do not really love White people because your love is recklessly distributed in contradictory manner in which multiple people you love do harm unto one another, meaning you do not distinctly love anyone. You love the niggers and kikes who harm the Whites you claim you love.
Yet a net negative to this movement if people check us out and see the celebration of a mother killing her kids. Hitler was not driven by hate but a love for the German people.
See you just responded like a leftist. Instead of relying on meme insults, present your view. If you are sure you are right it should be easy to explain. Many normies have but look back even 1 year compared to now, more and more wake up everyday, until it comes to violence you should keep aiming to grow this side. Certainly still prepare and make plans for when the violence begins but with all else equal would it be better to have a dozen or a hundred men fighting by your side?
i must comment though that you're more or less right. even knowing that love necessitates hate, it is still more bountiful to focus on the love rather than the hate. the hate is the means to an end, not the end itself, but many in our position find it easy to mistake it for an end.
Psalm 139:
21Do not I hate them, O LORD, that hate thee? and am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee?
22I hate them with perfect hatred: I count them mine enemies.