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The Color Of Your Skin Is Your Uniform In This Ultimate Battle For The Survival Of The West.

A Leopard Doesn't Change His Spots Just Because You Bring Him In From The Jungle And Try To Housebreak Him And Turn Him Into A Pet. He May Learn To Sheathe His Claws In Order To Beg A Few Scraps Off The Dinner Table, And You May Teach Him To Be A Beast Of Burden, But It Doesn't Pay To Forget That He'll Al Ways Be What He Was Born: A Wild Animal.

Goose Pimples Rose All Over Me, My Hair Stood On End, My Eyes Filled With Tears Of Love And Gratitude For This Greatest Of All Conquerors Of Human Misery And Shame, And My Breath Came In Little Gasps. If I Had Not Known That The Leader Would Have Scorned Such Adulation, I Might Have Fallen To My Knees In Unashamed Worship, But Instead I Drew Myself To Attention, Raised My Arm In The Eternal Salute Of The Ancient Roman Legions And Repeated The Holy Words, "heil Hitler!"

We Must Put An End To Both Economic Freeloading And Economic Exploitation In America. There Must Be No Place For Parasites Who Draw Their Sustenance From Society Without Giving Anything In Return.

White Man, Let Us Stand Together To Secure The Survival Of Your People And My People, For They Are One And The Same - They Are Our Beloved, Miraculous, Wonderful, Blessed And Masterful White Race!