It is often portrayed as if poverty brings a certain grace. Romanticised by the rich and well-off alike. How inspiring: their grubby, dirty faces. How their situation takes our hearts to strike. All of those who think it be Shows themselves to be fake. And all of those who think like me Fail not to see How … Continue reading #141 – A way
Considering I have explained this to such a degree that I keep repeating myself, I thought I would just make a video on it instead. 🙂 Video: https://youtu.be/RlV5wljQ088 Subscribe to my YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC3SSMY6rD1-oEslAmITQz5g Fund me on Patreon at: https://www.patreon.com/user?u=4971487
Most people say things like: 1. Race is a social structure. 2. It has no biological basis. Social structures are built out of biology because everything is biology, even your language, culture and how you interpret things. Race is the classification of the differences between large groups of human beings which were given to us … Continue reading A Primer for understanding Race Realism.
Just a quick video to express my view on Sargon's position. 🙂 Video: https://youtu.be/td5LRr4Im7s Subscribe to my YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC3SSMY6rD1-oEslAmITQz5g Follow my Blog: https://solilska.com/ Fund me on Patreon at: https://www.patreon.com/user?u=4971487
Video version of my book review. 🙂 Video: https://youtu.be/zRebQeueh4o Written version of my book review: https://solilska.com/2017/12/15/mein-kampf-by-adolf-hitler-stalag-edition-book-review/ Subscribe to my YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC3SSMY6rD1-oEslAmITQz5g Follow my Blog: https://solilska.com/ Fund me on Patreon at: https://www.patreon.com/user?u=4971487
Behold, then betray Those who walk my way. Sweet and silver the lips that don't obey, And utter words that make you pay, In debt to me with every word I say. I will have my way, And you yours. And until the seas run red up to the shore, Until your blood doesn't run any … Continue reading #140 – Red
Delicious skin underneath blackened hair, Seen through the clothes with imagination. Your eyes that demand my stare, And a body that deserves more than veneration. Red, blushing succulent cheeks being bared, Looking like the mistaken vegetable fruit. To see us into a night for us to share, For passion to take root. I wonder, curiously how we would fair If I … Continue reading #139 – Unsung