Nothing New Under The Black Sun

There’s nothing more to say. I can give the same take in a hundred different ways.

Everyone I hate should be forced away from me. I can’t stand them. They aren’t human. I am not a white nationalist. There’s a small percent of white people I respect, and out of those an even smaller amount that I would like to be around. I don’t believe in murder because it’s rare that the process of killing can be made beautiful.

All should be like dogs to me, I like dogs. I watch videos of dogs on the internet and will often repost them. I own a dog and he does whatever that I ask of him. This is all I ask of everyone beneath me: that they do what I ask with a smile.

How can a man feel joy in a world like this? All the time, actually. Being born better means that I don’t sit and stew on the tragedy of my situation, but I enjoy everything all at once. I sleep as much as I like. My body is a temple that I care for with great pride. Others are astonished by what I am and all I can respond with is: I am what I am.