Epiphany just now: /pol/ is hell's waiting room. This shit is populated by demons just waiting for their inevitable moment when they return home.

You could decide to love people instead of hating them.
To appreciate things different than you instead of fearing them.
To cooperate instead of compete.
To nourish instead of destroy.
To build instead of demolish.
To grow a garden instead of salt the land.
You wake up every day, you make a choice. If you choose nazism, you're choosing the latter in each instance.