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If you have a good one, post it even if nobody asked.
For fiction and non-fiction.
Prompt Thread
If you are stuck on what to write and need a prompt, post here and an anon will give you one.If you have a good one, post it even if nobody asked.
For fiction and non-fiction.
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I've recently taken the decision to make this a place for discussing literature and posting your own work, instead of only user created content.
Stuff to post:
>Your own work, fiction or non-fiction
>'Required reading' lists
>Reading club ideas
>Writing club ideas
>Reviews
>b..but how's this different to /lit/
As before, the board is aiming to be centered around politics, but this rule isn't absolute.
Keep it civil and post new works into their own threads, if possible.
The 8chan Board for Anons Who Can Read and Write Good and Want to Do Other Stuff Good Too
Welcome to /pen/.I've recently taken the decision to make this a place for discussing literature and posting your own work, instead of only user created content.
Stuff to post:
>Your own work, fiction or non-fiction
>'Required reading' lists
>Reading club ideas
>Writing club ideas
>Reviews
>b..but how's this different to /lit/
As before, the board is aiming to be centered around politics, but this rule isn't absolute.
Keep it civil and post new works into their own threads, if possible.
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you might also want to call it an introduction to critical thinking
Truth
There will be more to come, but this is a startyou might also want to call it an introduction to critical thinking
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My Purpose
If I do nothing, entropy sneaks upon me and steals my life from me.
If I think nothing, my empty mind invites the first intruder at the
gate, and betrays me.
Cogito ergo sum.
If I think not, I am not.
Degeneration is the rival of creation, and if I do not coerce this
person to some higher power,
I will degenerate.
If I do not rise, I will fall.
I must rise.
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Critique my writing
Hello /pen/
This is my first time posting here, as well as my first written piece, and I'm really invested in it. I began working on this a few weeks ago, and I would just like some opinions on what I could do to make it better, what I could add etc. Just general thoughts. I've only written 8 pages so far, and I've hardly revised it.
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1esrpB70RUyMVN7jB_TGTrvnE6Aj_QqPusI_z7w4vbBo/edit?usp=sharing
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NANO Writing Month
Anyone doing National November Writing Month?
www.nanowrimo.org
I'm hoping that at least I will be able to write a garbled but interesting mess with enough wine and barbiturates.
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we'll take it whether you wrote it yourself or if it's a personal favorite of yours.
It's an amazement to me
How those who claim prejudice
Are oft those who are most prejudiced
Forcing their views upon society
Persecution their creed;
Stealing our livelyhoods
Attempting to crush our beliefs
To crush our rights
And yet they wonder why we despise them
Slowly but surely those that support;
Whom aid and uplift them.
Turn against them
One day soon they will look,
The They will plead and beg
Yet no aid will come.
They will sit and wait for help
For a reply that will never come
While their empire of hate collapses
Poetry
Hey there /pen/,/pol/,and whoever else is here,let's get a poetry thread going.we'll take it whether you wrote it yourself or if it's a personal favorite of yours.
It's an amazement to me
How those who claim prejudice
Are oft those who are most prejudiced
Forcing their views upon society
Persecution their creed;
Stealing our livelyhoods
Attempting to crush our beliefs
To crush our rights
And yet they wonder why we despise them
Slowly but surely those that support;
Whom aid and uplift them.
Turn against them
One day soon they will look,
The They will plead and beg
Yet no aid will come.
They will sit and wait for help
For a reply that will never come
While their empire of hate collapses
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http://pastebin.com/m3mZ0cis
Hey /pen/ What do you think of my story?
The man to Pity and Hate, a portrait of a wretched soul.http://pastebin.com/m3mZ0cis
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Magazine names
Here is the strawpoll with the current suggestions for the magazine names: http://strawpoll.me/3562537
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/pol/lit
Rate my updated /pol/ required reading.
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Novella
Sup /pen/ I dropped the /pol/-/new/ novella yesterday for all to read.
http://8ch.net/pol/res/2569046.html#2575975
The thread has the novella and two shorties posted there.
Also it is published on http://www.lulu.com/shop/cr-mcmahon/the-hand-that-holds-the-world/ebook/product-22264177.html
If you want a free epub or read only file or .mobi send me an email at crmcmahon614@gmail.com
Some feed back on it would be great.
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Zine?
So is there going to be a zine or what?
I'll write a short story for it.
If it's full of faggot ass poetry count me out.
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OOT's and immigration
I've written a piece trying to explain the problems of mass immigration in terms of football clubs. Aimed at left wingers and football fans in particular.
Criticism is welcome
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/tab/
Hey guys, I'm going to be releasing a book via PDFs here on 8ch, and wanted to know what would be the best way to release it.
The official page is 8ch.net/tab/
(will never do anything more "official" than this)
>I will be uploading the first 5 pilot chapters and will release one new chapter every week. Weeks that have a short chapter will have more than one chapter released.
Any suggestions?
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Economic Dialectic and the Absence of Usury
Or,
Framing Economic Thought: Global Control by Monetary Means
Originally
Austrian-Keynesian Dialectic: Economics as Psyops, taken from a thread on /32/ here
This anon delved into the reasoning behind economic theory and the popularly touted thoughts commonly known to any student of commerce. It becomes clear via their reasoning that a glaring hole is left in each adversarial school of thought: the purpose and place of usury in the economic system. Anon goes on to detail the shortcomings of the varying economic "options" presented to the common man, and how, in the absence of a rational and moral stance on usury, he is manipulated to believe in the false worth of an economic system doomed to inevitable decay at the expense of his creditors.
A captivating and essential read for every man's understanding of debt, economic theory, and the criminal scum who to this day hold the world at large.
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And board owner, there needs to be an apostrophe in the name of the board you fucking faggot
Screencaps
ITT: We post some of our favorite posts on /pol/And board owner, there needs to be an apostrophe in the name of the board you fucking faggot
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Pic not related.
Or be written for a compiled YouTube video with a script.
I am sure there could be 8chan collaboration to produce videos
movie scripts or storyboards
Anyone interested in writing movie scripts or story boards? This could be scripts written for real actors (dystopian diverse future, what if the Nazis had won? Or showing today's progressive society tongue in cheek)Pic not related.
Or be written for a compiled YouTube video with a script.
I am sure there could be 8chan collaboration to produce videos
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Reading How To Win Friends and Influence People
Hello /pen/! I'm reading pic related and even though I'm not too far in, I've been thinking about some things, specifically things that come about in Part 1 Section 2, "The Big Secret of Dealing With People".
In the book, the author comments that "The desire for a feeling of importance is one of the chief distinguishing differences between mankind and animals." You'll have no argument from me on that point. However, my primary question is dealing with application and utilization of that point. I know that with many of the people I have dealt with, that they would see the attempt at flattery and piling on of "importance" as a sham and might distrust the individual who tried to do as much.
Therefore, my questions are as follows:
1. Are the majority of people receptive to this type of attention/compliment/flattery?
2. How is one able to tell if an individual might be receptive to such forms of flattery? Repeated encounters? Using a few and gauging reaction? Both? Something else?
3. The book does not talk about individuals with Autism/Aspergers. Does anyone have experience with people on the spectrum and how these sorts of tactics affect those people?
4. Are folks in certain professions more susceptible to these types of flattery? I would imagine that an artist may be more receptive as compared to a given physicist due to (what I think, anyway) a person with a different type of mindset gravitating towards these professions.
Any thoughts? Comments? Thanks.
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http://pastebin.com/hZ5f4Kpt
A Narrative of Woe
What do you think of my short story /pol/? Anything I need to change before entering it to every single short story competition on the web?http://pastebin.com/hZ5f4Kpt
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Some 40k poetry
For seven years our empires favourite son
has turned from the light of our sovereign goals
two hundred years work has become undone
the forces are mighty under traitor control
half of the legions
third of the guard
uncounted regions
no person unscarred
a deadly path home
no resolution
the void they roam
no absolution
at Saturn a monstrous fleet
our brothers surrender their lives
and suffer certain defeat
by the thousands they died
the fateful news relayed
the traitors are coming
their fleet is barely delayed
no victory forthcoming
from above Emperor's speech
defend the palace
of our lord's fury teach
hearts formed of malice
from orbit canons reach
and scar the holy surface
end this madness the subjects beseech
of all the cruelty this is the furthest
the forces of greed have corrupted their souls
the enemy has landed
and the virtues they used to extol
now lie abandoned
the Primarchs they stand and with us hold the line
side by side Astartes and man
sworn by oath, loyalty enshrined
with our bodies we form a dam
fifty-five days
no ammo, no food
commanders survey
continue to feud
victory slips through their grip
hundreds of Astartes on the attack
our saviours go aboard their great ship
the thunder of guns forces them back
the great horrors they see
with tentacles and maws
should, by reckoning, impossible be
these creatures forever abhorred
across the arch-traitor but a man has sought
a brave man of the name Ollanus Pius
to view the Emperor distraught
and lay at his feet his son of blood
against Horus a man is no match
to protect his lord is Pius' task
a fatal blow does he catch
in his lords majesty he did bask
in humanities name did the Emperor slew
in mind and body
the greatest son he knew
over the death of a simple squaddie
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I'd like to see an expanded commentary on this with additional links to further reading on some of the subjects the OP alludes to.
Here is the post, with a few edits for clarification and one of the best comments in the /pol/ thread included; along with the sources.
IF we ever have a journal or anything like that I think we should include this article along with some analysis and further links provided by other anons.
Geopolitics, Censorship, #GamerGate, & You
PDF made from the thread that got lots of attention on /gamergate/ and /po/. Interesting stuff. Definitely thought-provoking, even if you don't agree with the conclusions.I'd like to see an expanded commentary on this with additional links to further reading on some of the subjects the OP alludes to.
Here is the post, with a few edits for clarification and one of the best comments in the /pol/ thread included; along with the sources.
IF we ever have a journal or anything like that I think we should include this article along with some analysis and further links provided by other anons.
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Feedback on my poem?
Genuine
Give me the sweet green exception
of your genuine red affection
not the chalked up, blacked out alienation
far below our crowded white sunny sky sensation
where planes fly and our infatuation never dies
which where way above in the dark abyss
across the ocean of time, love is just a myth
I have to say hell no, fuck yes,
fathom the aesthetics from which you are blessed
it's a reason in the yellow for our connection that needs care
but for now let's just forget the rest.
Pour your dedication in the connection we share,
we start from nowhere and arrive to somewhere,
as far as it takes for it takes for our sublime affair,
because my Genuine affection for you is still there.
Don't collide with the ladies shamed with envy,
you can hide behind the honesty the shields you and me
whiplash, all in reverse, straight from myself,
until I finally stand up to say
you deserve the best
and the most fun
all over again once more,
from the mouth to the lips of a genuine one.
Genuine
Nzolo, whats your say on my newest poetry?Feedback on my poem?
Genuine
Give me the sweet green exception
of your genuine red affection
not the chalked up, blacked out alienation
far below our crowded white sunny sky sensation
where planes fly and our infatuation never dies
which where way above in the dark abyss
across the ocean of time, love is just a myth
I have to say hell no, fuck yes,
fathom the aesthetics from which you are blessed
it's a reason in the yellow for our connection that needs care
but for now let's just forget the rest.
Pour your dedication in the connection we share,
we start from nowhere and arrive to somewhere,
as far as it takes for it takes for our sublime affair,
because my Genuine affection for you is still there.
Don't collide with the ladies shamed with envy,
you can hide behind the honesty the shields you and me
whiplash, all in reverse, straight from myself,
until I finally stand up to say
you deserve the best
and the most fun
all over again once more,
from the mouth to the lips of a genuine one.
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Normally when i write, its poetry (and pretty shitty free verse at that), and i have never written a full story before. How the hall do i make the online dialogue nice, and not super shitty? Any advice would be greatly appreciated.
Online Dialogue
Hey, /pen/, im trying to write a sci-fi story based in the far future. I dont really want to go into what the story is about, but i plan to have it heavily based around internet messages and chats.Normally when i write, its poetry (and pretty shitty free verse at that), and i have never written a full story before. How the hall do i make the online dialogue nice, and not super shitty? Any advice would be greatly appreciated.
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I have something to share with you.
Would you mind giving this a quick glance and tell me what you think?
I hope creating a new thread for this was acceptable.
-
Dear Allies,
After World War I, you nurtured the young Soviet Union and tried to internally poison and destroy post-WWI-Germany, which ultimatively led to the events of World War II. When one single man, tried to relieve the world of the Jewish plague. To finally restore order and peace to all lesser men around the globe, which were and will now forever be, thanks to you, pawns in the games of the Jews, you decided to stand by Great Britannia and her Empire of lies, instead of doing what was good and what was righteous. You then proceeded to side with Stalin and destroy Nazi Germany, the last bastion of hope for the Occident. Roosevelt led by greed and fear of losing influence over South-East Asia put an embargo of steel and oil and Japan, leaving them no other option, but to join the war and tricking the American citizens into yet supporting another war. After war, you came to realize where you had done wrong. The Soviets had occupied Europe and the Jew gleefully rubbed their hands, sensing the great wealth that could be gained, from simply supporting both sides with weapons. Yet, did you learn? When the Iron Curtain fell, instead of offering a helping hand to the crushed Russians and establishing lasting peace, you smugly looked the other way, hurting their pride even more. Russia extending its claws again, is solely your fault. Instead of seeing the threat that China became to be, even more so today, you nurtured a deeply corrupted and perverted nation, traded with them, built them up. Well, you see were that led you to. Lets face it, by killing this man you doomed us all. Picture very related. Do not call it a grave, it is the future you chose. You are welcome.
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Axis history revision
Greetings!I have something to share with you.
Would you mind giving this a quick glance and tell me what you think?
I hope creating a new thread for this was acceptable.
-
Dear Allies,
After World War I, you nurtured the young Soviet Union and tried to internally poison and destroy post-WWI-Germany, which ultimatively led to the events of World War II. When one single man, tried to relieve the world of the Jewish plague. To finally restore order and peace to all lesser men around the globe, which were and will now forever be, thanks to you, pawns in the games of the Jews, you decided to stand by Great Britannia and her Empire of lies, instead of doing what was good and what was righteous. You then proceeded to side with Stalin and destroy Nazi Germany, the last bastion of hope for the Occident. Roosevelt led by greed and fear of losing influence over South-East Asia put an embargo of steel and oil and Japan, leaving them no other option, but to join the war and tricking the American citizens into yet supporting another war. After war, you came to realize where you had done wrong. The Soviets had occupied Europe and the Jew gleefully rubbed their hands, sensing the great wealth that could be gained, from simply supporting both sides with weapons. Yet, did you learn? When the Iron Curtain fell, instead of offering a helping hand to the crushed Russians and establishing lasting peace, you smugly looked the other way, hurting their pride even more. Russia extending its claws again, is solely your fault. Instead of seeing the threat that China became to be, even more so today, you nurtured a deeply corrupted and perverted nation, traded with them, built them up. Well, you see were that led you to. Lets face it, by killing this man you doomed us all. Picture very related. Do not call it a grave, it is the future you chose. You are welcome.
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pls no bully
the chaos of warring tribes
Came one great enemy to unitize
Each tribe held fast each tribe held firm
As great people weathered the storm
Of Roman armies marching forth
To face the might of a united north.
The Goth, German, Gaul, and Celt
Each of their blades the Roman felt
And as Europe's might descended forth
Great Rome fell before the North.
Years passed and kingdoms fell
Each invader met with hell
the power of God was europes might
Christ's banners glowing with Thor's great light
Empires toppled, the Muslims repelled
Fortresses raised, dogma upheld
As Europe's forces swept towards the east
The sultans, shieks and kings deceased
And as Europe's might descended forth
The great east fell before the north.
The years and ages passed away
And with that age came cultural decay
Dogma, morals, art and pride
Through internal strife were sterilized
And as the north lay on its bed
Of death the allies of which it wed
Came forth and smiling struck the blow
To deal the fate that long ago
The north had brought upon itself
By removing standards of cultural health
And as Europe's pride descended forth
Slavery was placed on all the north.
Many people still today
Think that Europe has passed away
but I tell you honest, it is not true
The spirit broken will be renewed
With blood of enemies on the sword
Of German, Celt, and Gaelic horde
And as Europe's might will descend forth
The world will cower before the north.
OC political poetry
Posted this on /pol/, first time writing poetrypls no bully
the chaos of warring tribes
Came one great enemy to unitize
Each tribe held fast each tribe held firm
As great people weathered the storm
Of Roman armies marching forth
To face the might of a united north.
The Goth, German, Gaul, and Celt
Each of their blades the Roman felt
And as Europe's might descended forth
Great Rome fell before the North.
Years passed and kingdoms fell
Each invader met with hell
the power of God was europes might
Christ's banners glowing with Thor's great light
Empires toppled, the Muslims repelled
Fortresses raised, dogma upheld
As Europe's forces swept towards the east
The sultans, shieks and kings deceased
And as Europe's might descended forth
The great east fell before the north.
The years and ages passed away
And with that age came cultural decay
Dogma, morals, art and pride
Through internal strife were sterilized
And as the north lay on its bed
Of death the allies of which it wed
Came forth and smiling struck the blow
To deal the fate that long ago
The north had brought upon itself
By removing standards of cultural health
And as Europe's pride descended forth
Slavery was placed on all the north.
Many people still today
Think that Europe has passed away
but I tell you honest, it is not true
The spirit broken will be renewed
With blood of enemies on the sword
Of German, Celt, and Gaelic horde
And as Europe's might will descend forth
The world will cower before the north.
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So I've had a scifi/fantasy conspiracy novel floating around in my head for years. Last January I penned this chapter to use as a prologue. There's not much action but I felt that it was better than the other introductions/chapter one's that I tried.
The scope of the novel ballooned significantly since I started writing it, though progress has been slow since I maybe have 20 mins. a day to work on it. The premise of the entire story is this:
> Journalist unknowingly stumbles upon a massive scandal involving private military corporations and elements of the CIA
> Journalist craves attention and recognition, but gets more than she bargained for when these things do come
> Initially publishes a rather mundane story on her blog which is picked up by other media and later, a photograph she posted (provided by her source) becomes the focus of much scrutiny because it purportedly shows a convicted murderer – who is supposed to be in a military prison – as an employee of the company
> Strange things start happening almost immediately, and the person who broke the story disappears. The journalist herself becomes increasingly paranoid; it becomes more and more obvious that she is being watched and followed (and this is a deliberate strategy from the agencies and corporations harassing her; a tactic called “bumper locking”); trying to cause extreme fear and paranoia, and eventually a mental breakdown
> Blackstarr PMC is gradually implicated in a massive corruption scandal and many of their nefarious activities are revealed. Reporters start disappearing and important bankers/financial industry people start dying mysteriously
> The government and military-industrial complex, along with big pharma, are gradually implicated as well; as it is revealed that Blackstarr's behind-the scenes criminal operations and its practice of securing convicted criminals to work in important positions are merely part of a network of CIA front groups
The twist:
In a "conspiracy within a conspiracy," Blackstarr and its employees are actually (unbeknownst to them) the victims of a much larger secret experimentation program; unwittingly helping to beta-test pharmaceuticals and technology for use in applications relating to artificial reality, artificial intelligence, and mind control.
There is yet another overall, larger narrative to this story as well which has elements of a scifi/fantasy epic; in which the story of what this company has been up to takes center stage. It's become a massive story in my mind; this initial piece I have offered is merely one of a thousand angles I could open it from.
So… what do you think of the proposed prologue? What's wrong with it? What needs improving? Should I scrap it altogether?
Notes:
> I name-dropped Drudge Report but in the tiny chance that this were to be published, I’d make up another name.
> There is a conspicuous lack of specific dates (the year the story takes place is not mentioned). I hadn’t decided on a final timeline for the story and merely threw in the dates mentioned as stand-ins. The general setting is in the near future (perhaps five to ten years).
Scifi/Fantasy Prologue (fragment)
(Will bump with pdf)So I've had a scifi/fantasy conspiracy novel floating around in my head for years. Last January I penned this chapter to use as a prologue. There's not much action but I felt that it was better than the other introductions/chapter one's that I tried.
The scope of the novel ballooned significantly since I started writing it, though progress has been slow since I maybe have 20 mins. a day to work on it. The premise of the entire story is this:
> Journalist unknowingly stumbles upon a massive scandal involving private military corporations and elements of the CIA
> Journalist craves attention and recognition, but gets more than she bargained for when these things do come
> Initially publishes a rather mundane story on her blog which is picked up by other media and later, a photograph she posted (provided by her source) becomes the focus of much scrutiny because it purportedly shows a convicted murderer – who is supposed to be in a military prison – as an employee of the company
> Strange things start happening almost immediately, and the person who broke the story disappears. The journalist herself becomes increasingly paranoid; it becomes more and more obvious that she is being watched and followed (and this is a deliberate strategy from the agencies and corporations harassing her; a tactic called “bumper locking”); trying to cause extreme fear and paranoia, and eventually a mental breakdown
> Blackstarr PMC is gradually implicated in a massive corruption scandal and many of their nefarious activities are revealed. Reporters start disappearing and important bankers/financial industry people start dying mysteriously
> The government and military-industrial complex, along with big pharma, are gradually implicated as well; as it is revealed that Blackstarr's behind-the scenes criminal operations and its practice of securing convicted criminals to work in important positions are merely part of a network of CIA front groups
The twist:
In a "conspiracy within a conspiracy," Blackstarr and its employees are actually (unbeknownst to them) the victims of a much larger secret experimentation program; unwittingly helping to beta-test pharmaceuticals and technology for use in applications relating to artificial reality, artificial intelligence, and mind control.
There is yet another overall, larger narrative to this story as well which has elements of a scifi/fantasy epic; in which the story of what this company has been up to takes center stage. It's become a massive story in my mind; this initial piece I have offered is merely one of a thousand angles I could open it from.
So… what do you think of the proposed prologue? What's wrong with it? What needs improving? Should I scrap it altogether?
Notes:
> I name-dropped Drudge Report but in the tiny chance that this were to be published, I’d make up another name.
> There is a conspicuous lack of specific dates (the year the story takes place is not mentioned). I hadn’t decided on a final timeline for the story and merely threw in the dates mentioned as stand-ins. The general setting is in the near future (perhaps five to ten years).
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The End.
The Ugly Duckling
Once upon a time there was an ugly duckling. The ugly duckling was very ugly, causing normal people to be grossed out, but they still made friends with the ugly duckling, they just didn't want to fuck it. So the ugly duckling got mad and turned into an SJW who complained about beauty standards and how it was truly the beautiful duckling. This ugly duckling had deluded itself, and in turn deluded many other impressionable ugly ducklings to believe that being an ugly duckling was the thing the be, and that if you didn't like ugly ducklings you were a sexist homophobic patriarchy pig. How dare you not use xers deluded pronouns to address it as the beautiful duckling that it really was, you ducking shitlord. Then one day the normal ducklings got tired of this bitches shit and popped a cap in her ugly duckling ass. And no, this bitch was not a swan, just a fat slob.The End.
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The first two chapters are done, I was hoping for constructive crit?
Big ol' novel
So I'm writing a novel of sorts, trying to shoot for 1500 to 2000 words per chapter. I'm trying to be subtle with the /pol/ themes, so a publisher won't be scared of it. The story is about a disgraced ex-reporter hearing from his friend who was murdered in Mexico, prompting him to go and investigate his murder, as well as the conspiracy he was going after.The first two chapters are done, I was hoping for constructive crit?
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You can read the beginning of said novel at: 112029.net
Some of my short fiction is available at: astropulp.blogspot.com
Fire away!
Novelist AMA
Why hello thar, aspiring writers. I've spent the better part of my adult life writing short stories and such and finally got around to finishing my first novel last year. I'm hear to answer any questions you have on the gory reality of fiction writing.You can read the beginning of said novel at: 112029.net
Some of my short fiction is available at: astropulp.blogspot.com
Fire away!
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Here's a pastebin link, I don't have Office.
http://pastebin.com/40dr4gZG
Rahowa! This planet is OURS!
My post from a thread on /pol/, expanded a bit. It is on natural law and how the White race and other human races fit into that law, as well as the Creativity movement.Here's a pastebin link, I don't have Office.
http://pastebin.com/40dr4gZG
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So much of the kids books is about tolerance and non violence.
It would be helpful to have stories that encourage loyalty and tribalism. Stories that explain nat soc and the evils of usury (and feminism, etc etc). Sometimes violence has been historically necessary.
We need stories that encourage gender roles.
Stories that combat all modern brain washing. Stories (some) might even have broad appeal.
We need kids to be suspicious, especially of liberals/prove, non whites, gov tyranny…..
We need to pass on our great works (Google The Great Conversation) …. We need so.plified. versions of our literature and philosophy going back thousands of years. We need simplified histories of world events as we see them. It would be great to eventually get artists.
We know this is important as Julius striker was murdered for it and his works are hated.
Please post your finished stories to pol on their sticky and other nationalist sites.
Flood the web!
the Great Endeavor -request for kids stories
It would be really helpful for parents if you could post moral stories..So much of the kids books is about tolerance and non violence.
It would be helpful to have stories that encourage loyalty and tribalism. Stories that explain nat soc and the evils of usury (and feminism, etc etc). Sometimes violence has been historically necessary.
We need stories that encourage gender roles.
Stories that combat all modern brain washing. Stories (some) might even have broad appeal.
We need kids to be suspicious, especially of liberals/prove, non whites, gov tyranny…..
We need to pass on our great works (Google The Great Conversation) …. We need so.plified. versions of our literature and philosophy going back thousands of years. We need simplified histories of world events as we see them. It would be great to eventually get artists.
We know this is important as Julius striker was murdered for it and his works are hated.
Please post your finished stories to pol on their sticky and other nationalist sites.
Flood the web!
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How would people feel about this?
Daily Stormer
Board owner here, I'm thinking of contacting the Daily Stormer and making them aware that this board exists, and it means we could potentially write articles for them if they like some of the work.How would people feel about this?
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Making a psyops tip book?
Perhaps we could collaborate, and put our collective knowledge of the internet and general internet raid techniques into a piece of writing? After all, you all know how much leftists love referring to Alinsky's work. Why not have our own instruction manuals? I dare say we can not only gather a bunch of proper and useful old info, but even include the techniques we've pioneered.
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The truth is, it doesn't matter how "good" you are. Because even if you never write a publishable work, fiction is an invaluable tool for mental development and self-improvement.
(bumping with pdf)
Why You Should Write Fiction
Not a good writer? Not even a writer? Same here. Welcome to the club.The truth is, it doesn't matter how "good" you are. Because even if you never write a publishable work, fiction is an invaluable tool for mental development and self-improvement.
(bumping with pdf)
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But you are actually castrating yourself in a way that is destructive. Consider not abandoning the post after submitting it on one of the boards, but instead save it into a word document and, girded by your natural fervor to respond to whatever had provoked you, turn this post into an essay, a treatise, even a story.
So many of you actually do have very much to write about and say. It is not this that is troublesome, but it is solely unlocking your potential. Your potential must be unlocked through nature: trying to force a story when you have not been naturally inspired will lead to a decidedly unnatural tale that will likely be stilted and not live up to what you know you are capable of.
I propose therefore that you utilize your posts here as inspiration. You have no doubt become quite good at writing posts on the internet, and I am suggesting that you can turn these into longer works.
When tempted to make a long post...
By all means, save it into a word document. These long posts are provoked by a natural response in you to something, and the ideas that flow from you are, as is understandable, pure and natural. You are not sitting down and putting forward something contrived, you are not pulling intellectual straws in order to find some motivation to write something: it is precisely when you are goaded into writing a long post you are conscious of the fact that there is a character limit. You therefore have to restrict the grandeur of your reply, and you have to summarize a horde of thoughts into three or so paragraphs that fit this character limit. You have perhaps even become quite skilled at doing this: you have found yourself able to write stirring posts, utilizing just the correct image, just the correct formatting, with just the right message, and you have been quite pleased with yourself, having received positive replies from people who have enjoyed it.But you are actually castrating yourself in a way that is destructive. Consider not abandoning the post after submitting it on one of the boards, but instead save it into a word document and, girded by your natural fervor to respond to whatever had provoked you, turn this post into an essay, a treatise, even a story.
So many of you actually do have very much to write about and say. It is not this that is troublesome, but it is solely unlocking your potential. Your potential must be unlocked through nature: trying to force a story when you have not been naturally inspired will lead to a decidedly unnatural tale that will likely be stilted and not live up to what you know you are capable of.
I propose therefore that you utilize your posts here as inspiration. You have no doubt become quite good at writing posts on the internet, and I am suggesting that you can turn these into longer works.
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This is my unofficial translation of an official article on the racial purity of modern Greeks, written by a member of Golden Dawn and published on their newspaper and website. While they often publish lovely articles, I found this one is particular to be most interesting, not only for Greeks, but also for foreigners who question said purity using unintelligent "evidence".
It's my first try at translating anything. I didn't bother too much with edits, and so, normally, there should be a few grammatical errors in the text.
On a relevant note, I was thinking of translating this book that pretty much is Golden Dawn's "manifesto", written in 1997. Would you like to read something like that?
I'm sorry if this entry is not exactly /pen/ material.
A translation
I guess this must be kind of a weird entry to /pen/, since a)the vast majority of you guys probably don't care about this subject, and b)it's not really an original work.This is my unofficial translation of an official article on the racial purity of modern Greeks, written by a member of Golden Dawn and published on their newspaper and website. While they often publish lovely articles, I found this one is particular to be most interesting, not only for Greeks, but also for foreigners who question said purity using unintelligent "evidence".
It's my first try at translating anything. I didn't bother too much with edits, and so, normally, there should be a few grammatical errors in the text.
On a relevant note, I was thinking of translating this book that pretty much is Golden Dawn's "manifesto", written in 1997. Would you like to read something like that?
I'm sorry if this entry is not exactly /pen/ material.
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https://8ch.net/new/
If you would check it out, I would appreciate it; thank you
/new/
Hello, I've just repaired the /new/ board.https://8ch.net/new/
If you would check it out, I would appreciate it; thank you
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One disciple spoke: “Oh sage, how shall we overcome such an insuperable obstacle?"
But already the sage had retreated into his cave. He would not speak again for a long time—perhaps longer than the interval within which his followers could hear or understand the answer to their questions.
Foreign Parables
"Truly," Said the sage, "In a boundless field, all possibilities must at last manifest themselves. Only an immeasurable distance of space and time keeps us from them."One disciple spoke: “Oh sage, how shall we overcome such an insuperable obstacle?"
But already the sage had retreated into his cave. He would not speak again for a long time—perhaps longer than the interval within which his followers could hear or understand the answer to their questions.
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/rg/ anon here, I wrote something about racemixing.
I was kind of going for a mythic/biblical parable tone here, but I feel like it shifts between mythic poetry (e.g., Beowulf, the Tain, Iliad etc.) and religious myth, which are actually important to keep separate.
Also I'm not a very good writer because I don't write often.
Miscegenation parable
http://pastebin.com/b1Wb4w70/rg/ anon here, I wrote something about racemixing.
I was kind of going for a mythic/biblical parable tone here, but I feel like it shifts between mythic poetry (e.g., Beowulf, the Tain, Iliad etc.) and religious myth, which are actually important to keep separate.
Also I'm not a very good writer because I don't write often.
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>This is a quick prologue for the story. I'm not going to use it anymore tough because it makes the stories more complicated than actually simplifying them.
>The novels are made in non episodic order, The only charectar to show up in all of them. Is a messanger called the "Stranger". Whom only shows up to give a hospitality and a gift to the MC. Only to end the chapter with "Fate will find it's way."
In the world of this realm, with the fall of the ancient world, the civilizations accepted defeat, but did not accept vanishing.
Rome has united its last members to group together in to a united union of Hydro. Ruling over Europe and its resources. It's one if not the most glorious and admiring civilizations of any kind, ruling with a major boarding school in Fondorum.
In the south continent of Africa: the tribes, ruled under the Semite's of Carthage and united to become what's known as Petra under the books of our writers. The empire of Petra ruled by the word of Baal, and it's advancement on technology has developed oil based vehicles, leading to what is common to us as the industrial age.
In north Asia, the tribes denied any conquest by any rule: kings, and emperors have fallen there by both men and cold climates. The tribes believed to be barbaric and ruthless, are also known to all to be the most advanced in terms of electricity, and survival. It's easy to believe they will kill you on sight, but if you're brave enough to go alone…
And last one's are the old ancient standing empires of Asia, The emperors have fallen many times, yet kept there dynasties and are holding one of the most dictated unions the world has ever seen. Called by Hydro, as Flama for they are ruled by fire and metal, and those who question them will be easily disappeared. And reappear for one last time in a low some blood bathing execution.
Dan X
>I've been writing a novel, and found it to be complicated for writing it in one book. I literarly ended up with 30 MCs, I actually filtered out 50 side charectars in order to minimize the charectars the reader will need to know of.>This is a quick prologue for the story. I'm not going to use it anymore tough because it makes the stories more complicated than actually simplifying them.
>The novels are made in non episodic order, The only charectar to show up in all of them. Is a messanger called the "Stranger". Whom only shows up to give a hospitality and a gift to the MC. Only to end the chapter with "Fate will find it's way."
In the world of this realm, with the fall of the ancient world, the civilizations accepted defeat, but did not accept vanishing.
Rome has united its last members to group together in to a united union of Hydro. Ruling over Europe and its resources. It's one if not the most glorious and admiring civilizations of any kind, ruling with a major boarding school in Fondorum.
In the south continent of Africa: the tribes, ruled under the Semite's of Carthage and united to become what's known as Petra under the books of our writers. The empire of Petra ruled by the word of Baal, and it's advancement on technology has developed oil based vehicles, leading to what is common to us as the industrial age.
In north Asia, the tribes denied any conquest by any rule: kings, and emperors have fallen there by both men and cold climates. The tribes believed to be barbaric and ruthless, are also known to all to be the most advanced in terms of electricity, and survival. It's easy to believe they will kill you on sight, but if you're brave enough to go alone…
And last one's are the old ancient standing empires of Asia, The emperors have fallen many times, yet kept there dynasties and are holding one of the most dictated unions the world has ever seen. Called by Hydro, as Flama for they are ruled by fire and metal, and those who question them will be easily disappeared. And reappear for one last time in a low some blood bathing execution.
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He smiled at the receptionist and flirted with her for a moment before holding up the envelope and asking which office it needed to be delivered to. She informed him it was the small law firm upstairs to his left and he smiled again, thanked her, and went upstairs to drop it through their mail slot.
Then he stepped into the bathroom at the end of the hall, went into the large handicapped stall at the end, and opened the window. It was a privacy window, allowing light but no means of seeing inside, and the last time he'd been in the building, he'd used a knife and a screw driver to make it capable of opening since it had been screwed shut and painted over years ago.
Now it opened easily, and he swung it open it open and looked outside. Perfect, just the way he'd remembered it. He studied the movement of the flag on the pole across the street and checked the wind speed and direction on his smart phone's weather app and nodded.
Then he slid off his unobtrusive looking backpack, set it on the back of the toilet, unzipped it, and went to work.
The Nemesis Arms Vanquish is a sniper-grade .308-caliber rifle that breaks down and fits into a backpack without losing its zero, or point of aim. He pulled out the rifle, extended the collapsible stock, snapped the bipod into place, then attached the barrel and screwed on the securing collar. Next, he threaded the silencer he'd made from a Mag-lite flashlight onto the end of the barrel, inserted a magazine, and worked the bolt, chambering a round.
Now he just had to wait fifteen more minutes.
Twelve minutes later, his target rolled up to the courthouse across the street and stepped out of his old Crown Vic. The man was a judge who typically handled divorce and custody cases, and he was full-blown feminists and social justice warrior who used his gavel and the power of the court to fuck men over every single time. He'd recently been in the news for giving sole custody of two children to their mother, who was an unemployed crackhead, and arbitrary denying the father any right to even see his own children, despite having to pay both child support and alimony. When the 'bike messenger' had read that in the paper, he'd chosen the judge for his first target and began studying when he showed up to the courthouse and where the best location for a sniper's nest would be.
He rested the bipod on the edge of the window, silencer sticking out the window, and sighted in; he knew you were supposed to never expose your rifle outside of your hiding place and stay back from the window or hole you were shooting through, but he wasn't a professional (though he did have the money for a fancy sniper rifle and a training course at a tactical school in Virginia) and he was shooting while standing up in a public restroom.
He settled the crosshairs between the judge's shoulder blades as the man walked up the steps of the court house, drifted slightly to the right to compensate for the wind, released the safety, and slooooowly squeezed…
POP.
The judge flopped to the ground and the man immediately removed the magazine from his rifle, ejected the spent brass and dropped both into the backpack, then hurriedly disassembled his rifle, stowed it, shut the window, and walked down the stairs and out the lobby, pausing to give a cheerful goodbye to the receptionist.
Once outside, he brushed past the pedestrians who were starting to notice something odd was happening across the street at the court house, got on his bike, and rode away down paths no police car could have followed if he'd been pursued.
Once he was six blocks away, he ditched the cheap bike he'd bought at a flea market in some bushes, took the side entrance into a coffee shop (avoiding the camera pointed at the register and front door), and ducked into their bathroom. He hurriedly washed the temporary black dye from his beard, revealing his natural sandy blonde appearance, swapped out the ballcap and windbreaker for a denim jacket and tillie hat, removed the shades and his gloves, and walked back outside to his waiting car and drove away.
Sirens wailed in the distance as he casually waited at the light and he turned on the radio.
"Countin' flowers on the wall, that don't bother me at all. Playin' solitaire till dawn, with a deck of 51. Smokin' cigarettes and watching Captain Kangaroo…"
Today was a good day.
The Lion Tears the Shit Outta Everybody
The bike messenger parked his bike on the busy sidewalk outside a small office building and walked inside, a fat manila envelope in his hand. Ballcap pulled low and mirrored aviators covering his eyes, his only real distinguishing facial feature was the jet black beard he'd grown.He smiled at the receptionist and flirted with her for a moment before holding up the envelope and asking which office it needed to be delivered to. She informed him it was the small law firm upstairs to his left and he smiled again, thanked her, and went upstairs to drop it through their mail slot.
Then he stepped into the bathroom at the end of the hall, went into the large handicapped stall at the end, and opened the window. It was a privacy window, allowing light but no means of seeing inside, and the last time he'd been in the building, he'd used a knife and a screw driver to make it capable of opening since it had been screwed shut and painted over years ago.
Now it opened easily, and he swung it open it open and looked outside. Perfect, just the way he'd remembered it. He studied the movement of the flag on the pole across the street and checked the wind speed and direction on his smart phone's weather app and nodded.
Then he slid off his unobtrusive looking backpack, set it on the back of the toilet, unzipped it, and went to work.
The Nemesis Arms Vanquish is a sniper-grade .308-caliber rifle that breaks down and fits into a backpack without losing its zero, or point of aim. He pulled out the rifle, extended the collapsible stock, snapped the bipod into place, then attached the barrel and screwed on the securing collar. Next, he threaded the silencer he'd made from a Mag-lite flashlight onto the end of the barrel, inserted a magazine, and worked the bolt, chambering a round.
Now he just had to wait fifteen more minutes.
Twelve minutes later, his target rolled up to the courthouse across the street and stepped out of his old Crown Vic. The man was a judge who typically handled divorce and custody cases, and he was full-blown feminists and social justice warrior who used his gavel and the power of the court to fuck men over every single time. He'd recently been in the news for giving sole custody of two children to their mother, who was an unemployed crackhead, and arbitrary denying the father any right to even see his own children, despite having to pay both child support and alimony. When the 'bike messenger' had read that in the paper, he'd chosen the judge for his first target and began studying when he showed up to the courthouse and where the best location for a sniper's nest would be.
He rested the bipod on the edge of the window, silencer sticking out the window, and sighted in; he knew you were supposed to never expose your rifle outside of your hiding place and stay back from the window or hole you were shooting through, but he wasn't a professional (though he did have the money for a fancy sniper rifle and a training course at a tactical school in Virginia) and he was shooting while standing up in a public restroom.
He settled the crosshairs between the judge's shoulder blades as the man walked up the steps of the court house, drifted slightly to the right to compensate for the wind, released the safety, and slooooowly squeezed…
POP.
The judge flopped to the ground and the man immediately removed the magazine from his rifle, ejected the spent brass and dropped both into the backpack, then hurriedly disassembled his rifle, stowed it, shut the window, and walked down the stairs and out the lobby, pausing to give a cheerful goodbye to the receptionist.
Once outside, he brushed past the pedestrians who were starting to notice something odd was happening across the street at the court house, got on his bike, and rode away down paths no police car could have followed if he'd been pursued.
Once he was six blocks away, he ditched the cheap bike he'd bought at a flea market in some bushes, took the side entrance into a coffee shop (avoiding the camera pointed at the register and front door), and ducked into their bathroom. He hurriedly washed the temporary black dye from his beard, revealing his natural sandy blonde appearance, swapped out the ballcap and windbreaker for a denim jacket and tillie hat, removed the shades and his gloves, and walked back outside to his waiting car and drove away.
Sirens wailed in the distance as he casually waited at the light and he turned on the radio.
"Countin' flowers on the wall, that don't bother me at all. Playin' solitaire till dawn, with a deck of 51. Smokin' cigarettes and watching Captain Kangaroo…"
Today was a good day.
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It is pretty short, but I believe it's summing up the essence of its subject quite well, even if I preferred to not point any fingers towards specific groups in it, if you get what I mean.
Please, do tell me what you think of it how it/I can be improved.
Industrialized Art and the Monopolization of Free Speech - a short essay
This is my first essay, or at least the first one I ever bothered to finish and upload.It is pretty short, but I believe it's summing up the essence of its subject quite well, even if I preferred to not point any fingers towards specific groups in it, if you get what I mean.
Please, do tell me what you think of it how it/I can be improved.
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This is an essay/blog I wrote. Please give me feedback and ideas on other topics to write about.
http://pastebin.com/DhsnPWG3
Why I am not an Anti-Racist (blog/essay)
Hi /pen/This is an essay/blog I wrote. Please give me feedback and ideas on other topics to write about.
http://pastebin.com/DhsnPWG3
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This was a high-quality, pro-white magazine that published regular issues for 20+ years and had a fairly wide circulation (although you could waste days trying to find a reference to it in the MSM). It was smart and incisive, covered a wide range of topics and had a darkly humorous editorial tone. It might be best described as a combination of the Occidental Quarterly and National Lampoon.
Best of all, every issue is available on PDF for free: http://instaurationonline.com/
Pic related.
Instauration
If /pol/ is serious about starting a literary publication, I recommend "Instauration" as the sort of thing we should be shooting for.This was a high-quality, pro-white magazine that published regular issues for 20+ years and had a fairly wide circulation (although you could waste days trying to find a reference to it in the MSM). It was smart and incisive, covered a wide range of topics and had a darkly humorous editorial tone. It might be best described as a combination of the Occidental Quarterly and National Lampoon.
Best of all, every issue is available on PDF for free: http://instaurationonline.com/
Pic related.
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Creative Commons
Please require the content to be under a creative commons license, requiring attribution and derivatives or no derivatives. That way the material can be redistributed for maximum impact.
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I posted a thread that sparked conversation about this topic here:
http://8ch.net/pol/res/1231989.html#1232398
And people suggested that I ask here. Is anyone interested? Novelists, nonfiction writers, comic book writers, songwriters, poets, whomever… you're all welcome to discuss the possibility of meeting up.
Culturally alternative writing and art meet-up.
How many of you guys would be willing to meet up with /pol/ack writers, musicians, artists, etc. and work towards creating cultural alternatives?I posted a thread that sparked conversation about this topic here:
http://8ch.net/pol/res/1231989.html#1232398
And people suggested that I ask here. Is anyone interested? Novelists, nonfiction writers, comic book writers, songwriters, poets, whomever… you're all welcome to discuss the possibility of meeting up.
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my book pls read
i hop u lik my book :^)
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Post ur sheeeeit
posting some trash i wrote a while ago. reminder that you can write total bullshit and still have fun.
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Purpose
Is this board just for /pol/ writing or all writing in general? It may be more successful and active if it is the latter.
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All Must Serve.
The grinding of routine goes much deeper than moving one's to morph pixels into what looks realer than reality. A trench embedded in my consciousness from before the time the proteins in my parents body's began to form what would be me. In essences I am exactly what they made me, and I am One.
One
My surrounds? An empty room. One would call it empty, if that one where to visit and not live a grinding routine, day in night out, all inside this room. A service to the One.All Must Serve.
The grinding of routine goes much deeper than moving one's to morph pixels into what looks realer than reality. A trench embedded in my consciousness from before the time the proteins in my parents body's began to form what would be me. In essences I am exactly what they made me, and I am One.
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You may call him a troll,
you may call him a fool,
you may call him a little kid seeking for attention,
you may think that you're more than a tool and a cattle waiting to be butchered and eaten,
you should know that you're absolutely wrong about him and about yourselves.
Sorry, but Quentin have never trolled anyone. He was dead serious. Like a daredevil, he really walked the walk. His endless admirers and successors shall keep his legacy alive.
It was an honor to have fought on his side along with hundreds of other Diamond Dogs members, and we shall continue our good fight.
And he wrote a note for people like you; Selfish, ignorant, self indulgent people like you.
"I am the best tripswag in the world.
I have the looks (Aryan master race), the intellect (Ivy League educated and majoring in philosophy), a way with words and the /v/ fame to all wrap it up nicely.
The only reason I preach this anymore is to help you people out. You can consider me your intellectual superior, an instructor, a philosopher of sorts. I am the best thing that has ever happened to this community. I AM the smartest poster on all chans. No, I'm no longer just a tripfriend, I am an official /pol/ superstar.
And why do all of you hating on David Duke? You're the people I'm talking to right now.
You're the people that need saving. You would rather just waste your pathetic lives by trying to make people believe that Jewish socialism or capitalism is great instead of opening your eyes and see the truth, that the JEWISH SUPREMACISTS are trying to destroy us all.
For those who aren't familiar to him and base their opinion on him from the demonized, basterdized, jewified version of this great man they read on the jewish media, Dr. David Duke is not a neo nazi, not a white supremacist, neither a pagan church burner.
David Duke is just a good old humble Christian who wants all peoples in this world to live without fear, without violence, without war, without being divided and conquered by the Jewish Supremacists. David Duke loves everyone, including Jews, but he can't tolerate the way International Jewish Supremacists are trying to destroy us all and everything we have or had; our society, nation, race, and heritage, to conquer us.
This isn't just a white people's war, this is everyone's war. Arabs lost their lands,
Russians lost their Holy Empire, Westerners are going to lost their civilization,
economic power, and heritage, Africans are being exploited just like how their ancestors
were taken out of Africa by the Jewish merchants to be sold to the Jewish slavers, and
all the people who suffered and died like stray dogs during the great Jewish false flag
wars in the past, they died for nothing.
There is a real war to fight out there, why do you choose to waste your life like this?
You could be doing great things. Think of how disappointed your family is. Think of how disappointed your ancestors would be. Think of how disappointed the God is. Think of how disappointed I am.
I changed the world once with by bringing my straight edge Christian Nationalism
Socialism philosophy to /pol/. Now it's time for me to help you all out again, lost sheep.
You could change your life simply by putting down the Rand or Mao books and by picking up a nice piece of redpilled literature. Speaking of Redpilled literature, we have a long list of that. Just take that into your consideration, goyim."
Write a Book Intro
Three years have passed since the death of his persona, but his name is still surrounded by the wall of lies and blatant aspersion.You may call him a troll,
you may call him a fool,
you may call him a little kid seeking for attention,
you may think that you're more than a tool and a cattle waiting to be butchered and eaten,
you should know that you're absolutely wrong about him and about yourselves.
Sorry, but Quentin have never trolled anyone. He was dead serious. Like a daredevil, he really walked the walk. His endless admirers and successors shall keep his legacy alive.
It was an honor to have fought on his side along with hundreds of other Diamond Dogs members, and we shall continue our good fight.
And he wrote a note for people like you; Selfish, ignorant, self indulgent people like you.
"I am the best tripswag in the world.
I have the looks (Aryan master race), the intellect (Ivy League educated and majoring in philosophy), a way with words and the /v/ fame to all wrap it up nicely.
The only reason I preach this anymore is to help you people out. You can consider me your intellectual superior, an instructor, a philosopher of sorts. I am the best thing that has ever happened to this community. I AM the smartest poster on all chans. No, I'm no longer just a tripfriend, I am an official /pol/ superstar.
And why do all of you hating on David Duke? You're the people I'm talking to right now.
You're the people that need saving. You would rather just waste your pathetic lives by trying to make people believe that Jewish socialism or capitalism is great instead of opening your eyes and see the truth, that the JEWISH SUPREMACISTS are trying to destroy us all.
For those who aren't familiar to him and base their opinion on him from the demonized, basterdized, jewified version of this great man they read on the jewish media, Dr. David Duke is not a neo nazi, not a white supremacist, neither a pagan church burner.
David Duke is just a good old humble Christian who wants all peoples in this world to live without fear, without violence, without war, without being divided and conquered by the Jewish Supremacists. David Duke loves everyone, including Jews, but he can't tolerate the way International Jewish Supremacists are trying to destroy us all and everything we have or had; our society, nation, race, and heritage, to conquer us.
This isn't just a white people's war, this is everyone's war. Arabs lost their lands,
Russians lost their Holy Empire, Westerners are going to lost their civilization,
economic power, and heritage, Africans are being exploited just like how their ancestors
were taken out of Africa by the Jewish merchants to be sold to the Jewish slavers, and
all the people who suffered and died like stray dogs during the great Jewish false flag
wars in the past, they died for nothing.
There is a real war to fight out there, why do you choose to waste your life like this?
You could be doing great things. Think of how disappointed your family is. Think of how disappointed your ancestors would be. Think of how disappointed the God is. Think of how disappointed I am.
I changed the world once with by bringing my straight edge Christian Nationalism
Socialism philosophy to /pol/. Now it's time for me to help you all out again, lost sheep.
You could change your life simply by putting down the Rand or Mao books and by picking up a nice piece of redpilled literature. Speaking of Redpilled literature, we have a long list of that. Just take that into your consideration, goyim."
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/pol/ Policy Analyst Q&A
Here's a significant portion of the "ask a foreign policy analyst anything" thread on /pol/. I thought it was very interesting and this Q&A I compiled is 6500+ words. IF a /pol/ and writing related journal is to be made, I think this should be included as it provides some thought-provoking opinions.