While the modern world collapses under the weight of lies, degeneracy, and racial confusion, I’ve chosen a different path, one rooted in eternal truths. I train every day, love running, do push ups, pull ups daily and because I love it and feel good about it, not for vanity but because the body is sacred. I have two income streams, one from my main job and I won´t reveal the 2nd one cause I´ll probably get mixed reactions such as it ´not being reliable enough´, it´s a skill my father taught me and he worked in the fixed income floor and I pay tax over it. I don’t drink, don’t watch filth, therefore I deserve a true Nazi woman.
You know what, I will say Nazi, even though Nazi is a Jewish made up slur to discredit National Socialism.
I want a Nazi woman, a true one.
A true Nazi woman by 1930 standards.
What I want is rare: a loyal, racially aware National Socialist (Nazi) woman, not some broken product of modern liberalism, but a feminine, pale-skinned beauty who understands her history, her bloodline. A woman who doesn’t shy away from truth, who doesn’t blush at the word Nazi but wears it like a badge of honor.
I dream of the two of us leaving this decaying society behind, moving to a remote tropical Nazi village built on true values, racial honor, order, beauty. Somewhere tropical but untouched, where we live clean, sea, sun and raising our children away from multicultural poison and moral rot. We sometimes run together in the mornings, read from the classics at night, my child later on (if I ever become father) will grow up knowing their father didn’t run off or dilute his bloodline with a mutt, but stood tall, built a legacy, and chose a woman worthy of continuing it. Our love will be more than emotional cause it will be ideological, historical, spiritual. A partnership that echoes through the blood of Europe itself. While the rest chase false gods and false freedoms, we’ll be free in the only way that matters, loyal to nature, to truth, to our race.
You know what, I will say Nazi, even though Nazi is a Jewish made up slur to discredit National Socialism.
I want a Nazi woman, a true one.
A true Nazi woman by 1930 standards.
What I want is rare: a loyal, racially aware National Socialist (Nazi) woman, not some broken product of modern liberalism, but a feminine, pale-skinned beauty who understands her history, her bloodline. A woman who doesn’t shy away from truth, who doesn’t blush at the word Nazi but wears it like a badge of honor.
I dream of the two of us leaving this decaying society behind, moving to a remote tropical Nazi village built on true values, racial honor, order, beauty. Somewhere tropical but untouched, where we live clean, sea, sun and raising our children away from multicultural poison and moral rot. We sometimes run together in the mornings, read from the classics at night, my child later on (if I ever become father) will grow up knowing their father didn’t run off or dilute his bloodline with a mutt, but stood tall, built a legacy, and chose a woman worthy of continuing it. Our love will be more than emotional cause it will be ideological, historical, spiritual. A partnership that echoes through the blood of Europe itself. While the rest chase false gods and false freedoms, we’ll be free in the only way that matters, loyal to nature, to truth, to our race.
