Norden ska enas

Det viktigaste är vilka som lever på en plats just nu, och att dessa har viljan att leva kvar där i framtiden.

Iceland is a dreamland to race-conscious whites throughout the world... a haven from alien darkening... a land where Aryan culture remains intact... pure... unmolested. That is the dream of Ultima Thule. Alas, this is not reality.
This is the Iceland of myth... based in the past.
The real situation in Iceland today rips apart such hopes.
I first came here five years ago seeking refuge from the hate modern America provokes in me... hoping that my love for my race might be respected... that this love might go on as natural as breathing, with no bitterness or resentment on the part of those around me. I hoped I might be able to take race for granted. If I have learned one thing of importance from my experiences here it is this... We can NEVER take our race for granted if it is to survive. Only through stubborn vigilance can a bright future for our folk be secured.
Before leaving the States I had completed college and taught in our public schools. I had been warned by my aging father that the struggle I was setting myself up for by clinging to his racial values would be difficult. Elderly friends, wise and worn from the battles of an earlier generation, pleaded with me to, "Go quietly. Keep such matters to yourself."
I arrived here in December of 1999 and saw the new millenium come in with these things heavy on my heart. That dark and icy winter saw my dreams shattered. There was no public feeling in Iceland that "White is Right." There was not even the general unspoken understanding that Icelanders should cling to their culture.
The most widespread source of disgust is the influence of global media. The foulest race-mixing television propaganda from around the world is subtitled in their sacred Old Norse language and piped throughout the country. The fashion and music of young Icelanders is heavy on "Wigger." Icelandic gangsta rap may sound like a joke. I only wish it were.
My heart sank on that first trip to learn of a race-mixing pick-up bar in Reykjavik where not only unattractive Icelandic girls cavort with Negroes. It's quite a popular night spot. I later became friends with one of the doormen who turned out to be a racist. He explained that the club provided a public service by keeping all the blacks and race-traitors in one place. Today you are likely to see race-mixing in most any establishment.
On the immigration front, there are a great many Philipinos, Thai and Viet Namese. The obnoxious honking sound of these lowly Asian languages can be heard on nearly every street in the capital. Young gooks have formed street gangs of the shoplifting, baseball bat carrying variety. Rigid gun laws make unarmed prey of the average Icelander.
You may know that Commander George Lincoln Rockwell had an Icelandic wife and family. Rockwell's former wife is now married to the wealthiest man in the country... a banker. Rockwell's two surviving children by her have dropped their father's name, taken that of their step-father and married gooks. I have tossed in my sleep from nightmares at the thought of this and hopefully saved the Commander a few turns in his grave.
Perhaps the wealthiest woman in the country is the President's new wife... a London brilliant from the prominent antique-smuggling Mousaieff family. I recently read a preface to the Protocols of the Learned Elders of Zion describing brilliant plans to marry European heads-of-state. It's been done here.
Finally, as a sign of what's to come, the new lady Minister of Culture and Education said in an interview that Iceland should encourage colored immigration. Without it, she said, "Iceland will continue to be as boring as it is now." Prescribing cultural suicide as a cure for boredom? Better that the island should sink into the North Atlantic.
On the bright side, as with anywhere, there are whites of outstanding quality here who mourn such attacks on their heritage. Hopefully days to come will see more of them stand up in its defense. For now they nearly all seem to be making the same mistake I had considered... taking race for granted.

The fashion and music of young Icelanders is heavy on "Wigger." Icelandic gangsta rap may sound like a joke. I only wish it were.

...the new lady Minister of Culture and Education said in an interview that Iceland should encourage colored immigration. Without it, she said, "Iceland will continue to be as boring as it is now."