Let's talk about this image. It speaks to a real and justifiable fear: the demographic winter facing our people. It's a question of existential priorities.
So, as a thought experiment, let's analyze the two threats presented to us as if we were rational men dedicated to the survival of our race.
Threat A: The slow, creeping demographic shift from mass migration. It is a chronic illness. A wasting disease that saps our strength over decades.
Threat B: The acute, catastrophic hemorrhage of the single largest industrial-scale slaughter of our Slavic kin since 1945. Hundreds of thousands dead in three years, replaced not by migrants in the West, but by state policy in the East with millions of fast-tracked Central Asians.
A sane man, a true racialist, would identify the second threat—the immediate, violent extermination of his own people—as the primary existential crisis. He would see it as a house fire that must be put out before he can complain about the leaky faucet.
So when I see one of our own not just ignoring, but actively championing the second threat to spite the first, I have to conclude I am not looking at a fellow nationalist.
I am observing a pathological condition. A form of ideological Stockholm Syndrome. The subject has become so consumed by his hatred for one symptom (the West's decline) that he has embraced the cancer that is actively killing the patient (Russia's war).
He is not one of us. He is a foreign agent of our destruction, wearing our symbols as a disguise. And the inability to see this simple truth is the most profound sickness of all.