Why the West Must Repent of Saving Satanic Bolshevism… a profoundly touching story.

It’s 1945 and Germany is in the death throes of its empire that, at least in theory, had assayed to challenge, if not overthrow, the satanic Rothschild stranglehold on the nations of the world. Having been deceived by a ruler who, if not complicit outright, had doomed the nation to failure by his humanistic appeal to their brilliance and ingenuity as a race (which were formidable) rather than to the mercy and favor of heaven toward the penitent, and to civil power enthroned in a personality cult, rather than in hope of genuine spiritual renewal and faith, she is now reeling in unfathomably bitter persecutions from nations far more sinful than herself, and is now just beginning a long carrier of being dealt with in all the severities that her hypocritical enemies would falsely accuse her of for the next 80 years and counting.
Their once thriving government that had gone from the ruin and poverty of wildly unjust WW1 reparations to a meteoric crescendo of opulence and success by reason of casting off the internationalist shackles that had bound the rest of the earth, leaving nearly everyone but Germany in the squalor and misery of the great depression, now sat down in a complete reversal of the most wicked scum and demonic filth of humanity encircling her cities and people and perpetrating millions of rapes, murders, and plunders, amidst raining phosphor bombs that roasted them by the hundreds of thousands in non-military cities but for the gruesome demonic pleasure and spite of her unhinged adversaries. In this backdrop the starving populace sought for what sustenance they could wherever they could.
A food distribution carried out by what tattered remnant of a government was left saw thousands line up for but a cup of milk, if so be they might not starve. The testimony of a German soldier who was there distributing the aid is left to us, and while I share it from memory it’s indelibly burned there.
A young woman came to the front of the long line with a child in her arms, for whom she was filled with euphoric joy to have finally gotten some form of sustenance. The soldier says he looked down to see the child, but the child had very plainly passed away long before, but the mother, in her delirious state of starvation herself, carried it about trying to find it food. When presented with the child for it’s milk, he said to the mother, ma’am…. I’m very sorry, but your child is gone, and the scarcity demands that I must provide it for the living. The mother desperately begged him with the utmost vehemence and importunity that he would please feed her child. The soldier, finding himself incapable of denying such a touching display of maternal love, sacrifice and devotion, complied. He let a small trickle of milk fall upon the child’s blackened lips. As it ran down the side of its withered cheek …. the mother swooned in ecstasy, and fell down dead for joy.
My friends…. I see this paragon of maternal virtue pass this world in such a manner by reason of our nation’s slavery to Satan, and in the shadow of our demonic whores who damn such people to hell as ungodly as they murder their sons and daughters so they can live in unrestrained fornication and perversity, destroying their race, people, culture, and future, and I say…. until we repent … this is a condign judgment upon us from the hand of God. We deserve this. Come Lord Jesus. Deo Vindice.