crosstar said:SHAVED HEAD AND SHINING CAUSE
Josh Cupples
I've always had this unbounded love for my country and people. However,
it turned into an all-consuming rage when the factory in my hometown
started to shut down and move to Mexico, putting hundreds of people out
of jobs and pretty much destroying our little town. It was happening allover
my beloved country, as more and more were being tossed out of work. I
was so filled with sorrow, which quickly turned into blind resentment and
retaliation. I began to act out the only way I thought I could. The images
and words I heard called people like me "haters," so I figured that I was
supposed to be a "hater." The term was used by those favoring minorities
and aliens, to try to malign patriots, but, also, by some who were patriotic,
to push foreigners and misfits back.I began to "act the part." Every minority I came across I would attack
with my fists or whatever I could get my hands on. In these minorities I
saw the faces of those who were destroying my home and family, so I would
inflict as much pain on them as they were inflicting on me. I spoke my
mind as often as I could, but those who hollered the loudest to "kill," "fight"
and "hate" had no leaders, lawyers or wherewithal to get me out of a jam.
I had the right thoughts, but the wrong words. I had chosen the right
direction, but was on the wrong path. I realized, too late, that I was being
looked down upon by the very ones I sought respect and solidarity from,
because I had stooped to the level of Mexican and Negro "gangbangers,"
with no hope of ever rising higher.I had a noble cause, but was behaving like some school-yard bully. I
shaved my head, got hateful tattoos all over my body and, then, wondered
why I was not taken seriously. As I became angrier and angrier, I turnedto
drugs and alcohol. I'm not sure how it happened. It happened so fast. I
was still preaching "hate" and violence, but wandered away from my original
goals and turned into a common criminal, robbing, cheating and stealing
from the very people who I had felt so much sorrow for. I called myself
a "Skinhead," not really knowing what a true Skinhead was all about.
I was, soon, hanging out with other so-called "Skins," whose existence
revolved around doing as much Meth as we could and causing as much
deviltry as possible. I wasn't sure, by then, why I was so angry, but I
still was.Acting mindlessly and recklessly eventually ended me up in prison,
where I was all alone. My so-called "buddies" were too busy getting
high to care. My family was mad and disappointed in me and had cut me
off for stealing from and lying to them, as well. Then, I met three guys,
who showed me an issue of "All The Way." They knew exactly what I
wanted and needed and what our country and people wanted and needed.
Patriotism. Americanism. Nationalism. And, they had real plans to get
there. That is the day I came out of my depression. They took me in
and treated me with respect, for the first time since I can remember.
I envied their sense of brotherhood, but soon became part of it. This
was true equality, where, no matter what, we were always there for one
another.I recollected where all my anger had come from, from wanting a clean,
decent and free country. And, here were people who felt the same way
I did. For the next few days, we talked a lot and I was given a copy of
"The Commission" to read. After just a few chapters, I was inspired by
a true American hero, a true soldier. After all these years, I finally found
a voice. I would, finally, be heard. I want to use my voice, now, to call
upon all, just like me, those brothers who have lost their path or who
have forgotten why they were so angry. There's a whole, new way of
doing things. Instead of passing along the key, to some jailer to lock us
up, I am handing over the "key to the kingdom," to those who fight for and
deserve power and victory.Stop being a victim to those who preach senseless rage and, then, leave
you in the lurch. Be tough, without being a low-life. Fight, without being
foolish. Flush your drugs down the toilet, so that nothing but honor and
duty have a hold on you. Let your voice be heard, without the words that
wreck your life and land you in some cage. Step aside from those who rant
and rave, but are gone in a flash. Act the patriot. Be the patriot. Pull your
friends out of the ditch, without falling down into the hole with them. I want
to thank my three brothers, who have opened my eyes to the movement
and shown me that there is a better and triumphant way. And, thanks to The
Nationalist Movement for letting my voice be heard and making us free.
Not only is my head shaved, but my cause shines.http://www.nationalist.org/docs/instruct/2005/121501.html
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Interesting post. Sadly, too many of our youth are video-gaming blubber
butts.
Jay