Hyderabad, capital of Andhra Pradesh, is ruled by the Telugu race and is thus one of the most livable parts of India. The infrastructure is reasonably developed, and the streets are safer for women than anywhere else in the country. There’s a Googleplex there, and most major technology companies have an office or two there. There’s a fortress called Golkonda right outside the city that I made a blood sacrifice at once. It used to be the stronghold of Semitic invaders. You’ll never guess what happened next.
A major dualistic Aryan faith is extremely prominent in Andhra Pradesh. In times of peace and prosperity, many of the locals worship a goddess named Durga. Durga is a goddess of agrarian peoples, and her celebrations in most areas correspond with the harvest. She is the guardian of the crops, and her lawful punishments were evoked against those caught stealing agricultural products. She is a warrior, but a measured one. A paragon of justice. Except, of course, when there is an existential threat to the continued existence of her flock. Then her other side comes out. Durga flies into a rage, and a light of pure blackness radiates out from her. She wears a bandolier of the skulls of the wicked. She drinks the blood of demons. She becomes a living manifestation of the all-destroying forces of time, with her body joining with the Adya Shakti, the energy that underlies the universe, and samsara, the cycle of life and death. She shakes the world. Her name brings disgust to the faces of Moslems and well-to-do Hindus: Mahakali.
In response to the Moslems incursions upon Andhra Pradesh, the swastika glowed with its true power and Durga transformed into Mahakali. The Hindus there entered in a state of total war. Girls as young as 6, frequently taken as sex slaves by disgusting Mudslime pedophiles, were taught to plunge daggers in the throats of their captors. The dismembered remains of Muslims were frequently left laying in the streets. The so-called atrocity of this cult was demonized through the centuries, but I view everything that was done at Hyderabad in its name as pure pragmatism.
Eventually the tides of history turned against Islamic rule over Andhra Pradesh, and the spirit of Mahakali did not let the Hindus forget what had been done to them. After the death of Aurangazeb, a series of purges were done against the Muslims of the region. Mosques were reduced to rubble. Moslem women were raped. Moslem children were killed. Today, the Moslems that once rule Hyderabad are bound to one tiny, shit-covered district in the city and need a Hindu’s permission to live outside of it. These once-arrogant rulers now live as subhuman animals in their own filth. At the top of their former stronghold of Golkonda now lies a shrine to Mahakali.
In 2013, as I sat in solitary confinement after being illegally detained on false charges in a federal prison, a pack of Semites planned to conquer my digital territory. They trademarked the name “Weev”, which I have been using since I was 10 years old, built a social video app, and dozens of celebrities were given money and shares in the company in exchange for using the app. They planned to flood the world with a bullshit celebrity endorsed consumer platform while I sat in a prison cell and make sure that my nick was so far down the list of search engine results that I would be relatively forgotten as the feds piled on more and more false charges and kept me in prison indefinitely.
— Bradley Harris (@bradaharris) July 18, 2014
The chief architect of this conspiracy was the Jew Andrew Sachs of Saxtum Property Management and MOI, who is the descendant of Goldman Sachs co-founder Samuel Sachs. He was joined by the Jew Stephen Moyer (@smoyer), star of HBO series True Blood as a co-founder.
Also a major participant was the Jew Stan Lee, best known for appropriating the thunder god of all Nordic and Germanic peoples to sell disgusting race-mixing propaganda, as well as degenerate shabbos goy Jimmy Fallon and Gordon “Sting” Sumner.
There was only one fault with their plan: I did not plea, flipped the verdict that was leveled against me in a nigger’s sham court, and got out of prison to do unto others what they would do to me. After I got out of prison I got some rather notorious swastika ink filled with norse gods. I knew the Internet would break into a shitstorm when I released a photo of this, but I waited for the right time, when they did their biggest PR push.
When I dropped my swastika tattoo along with a fiery essay on The Daily Stormer, dozens of celebrities were talking about Weev the video chat app on TV. Unfortunately for them, TV spots don’t really translate to many page results or backlinks. Everyone who googled weev as a result immediately afterwards was greeted with a Google News thumbnail of weev the mad eyed white supremacist hacker with a 4.5 inch swastika tattoo. Normies freaked out in spades. It was the single most impactful thing I had ever done, creating far more buzz than a well publicized Constitutional case, wrongful imprisonment, and appeal.
“weev” search analytics courtesy of Google Trends.
I would delay every troll operation I wanted to do until they were spending serious money and resources to try to dig themselves out of a pagerank hole. Whenever they would drop deep into the second page of Google results (where they might as well not even exist) they would try to do another press push and garner backlinks. I responded each time by doing something way bigger and more notable than whatever shitty press they managed to get, like internationally syndicated news about using targeted white nationalist Twitter ads, or garnering thousands of news articles and dozens of TV spots by printing swastikas to tens of thousands of other people’s printers across the anglosphere.
You print to OPP? Yeah you know me!
Every troll I did was as close as I could legally get to giving some kike a hard kick in the teeth.
I made it so these people were literally paying hundreds of thousands of dollars to promote my shenanigans to the entire world. I starved them of the limited space available in Google News excerpts time and time again, and continued to garner backlinks to my publications from top tier sources like the Times and the Post to ensure that they would never be searchable on any search engine in existence.
In 2016, after three years of an entire team of people working fulltime, a few million dollars in funding wasted, dozens of physical events they threw in meatspace, and repeated humiliation at the hands of a single neo-Nazi blogger, the Weev app closed up shop forever. I, like the children of Durga in Andhra Pradesh, outlasted them. I bought up their domain, weev.net, sometime after their implosion.
The thing I found most fascinating about that Mahakali temple at Golkonda is that unlike most Hindu shrines, it shunned idols. There are paintings, and the pigments are the same ones they always used through the centuries, crafted not well by any modern standard for resistance to the elements. For each mural present at the shrine there is a disciple who walks up the steps every day to freshen up the mural, who has been painting it with his apprentice for as long as he lived. At this place, they do not believe in statues. They believe the holy decors of the living goddess should be replenished by their continuing love and devotion to her.
Weev.net now too is now a living shrine, replenished daily in the pulse of electrons and photons in heartbeat of copper and glass across the world by my divine will, marking the sacking of those that attempted to encroach upon me. I made this shrine to convey two important messages to the world:
- There is a timeless Indo-European spirit of resistance that will outlast any Semitic invasion. All those who have done violence to us best negotiate peace and make amends for the harm and decay which they have inflicted to our lives, or so I pledge all the mortals of this world and all the names of dead which are on my lips to all the gods which may be of the universe that the debts they owe will be rendered from the blood of their children. All the wicked of the world must know that we will outlast them and make their children suffer unimaginable horrors for what they have done to us.
- om kring kalikaye namah
What I Learned from My Time in Prison
This year I was released from prison after my sentence was vacated on Constitutional grounds. I never committed a crime. My only crime was exercising the rights promised to my forefathers and I by the United States Constitution. Yet I knew when I walked into a federal court that I was going to prison. It didn’t matter that I was not a criminal. It didn’t matter that there were no less than four different Constitutional attacks on the seditious indictment against me. When I walked into the court of the “Honorable” Susan D. Wigenton, what mattered were her nails.
They were hot pink and longer than anything I’d ever seen, and Judge Wigenton talked like a hood rat straight out of a ghetto. My case was important. There were issues of venue. There were First Amendment issues. There were Fifth Amendment issues. Harvard, Stanford, the Electronic Frontier Foundation, the National Assocation of Criminal Defense Lawyers, a throng of information technology experts, and the world’s foremost legal expert on computer crime would end up scribing briefs in my defense. That would be far after I was kidnapped at gunpoint from my birthplace in the Ozark mountains. Far after I’d been locked into solitary confinement until I went on a hunger strike. Far after I spent thousands of hours yelling the Eddas at the top of my lungs and scrawling runes on the concrete walls in various blocks of a Special Housing Unit in the Allenwood Federal Correctional Complex.
For the time being, the only attorney in my corner was a Norweigan man named after the thunder god, Tor Ekeland. He had never done a federal criminal trial before, but his price was right. He refused to take my money. He claimed that he’d never seen such a ridiculous abuse of federal power in his life. This was great as I didn’t have any money. The federal government had spent the last few years attacking my revenue streams and leaving me indigent. Gone were the days I could afford to charter jets. Tor’s refusal to take my money let me continue to eat. It was noble of him, considering that he was as broke as I was. Nobody believes us when we say we had to worry about train fare to the courthouse, but I assure you it is true. We counted coins together for PATH fare to the Martin Luther King Courthouse in New Jersey.
My case was about very small details. Details about the network protocols used to display this very essay right now. My case needed an intelligent, thoughtful judge with the ability to see through the malicious legal fictions of a US Attorney willing to lie. My case needed a million dollar trial defense full of forensic analysts and expert witnesses. What my case had was two broke dudes that really loved their country. What my case had was a judge that clearly had the smallest cognitive capacity of anyone I’d ever exchanged more than a paragraph’s worth of words with– and she did not like me or my politics.
I’ve been a long-time critic of Judaism, black culture, immigration to Western nations, and the media’s constant stream of anti-white propaganda. Judge Wigenton was as black as they come. The prosecutor, Zach Intrater, was a Brooklyn Jew from an old money New York family. The trial was a sham. Judge Wigenton ignored the clear Constitutional issues in the motions and wouldn’t even let us present them as questions to the jury. The prosecutors assigned to the case lied repeatedly and falsifiably about Internet protocols in open court. When I tried to correct the lies presented, I was silenced. I wasn’t an expert witness, and was disallowed from offering testimony on the subject. Apparently the prosecutors, being completely uninformed on the subject, had more expertise than me and my thirteen years of experience in networking and UNIX systems.
The whole time a yarmulke-covered audience of Jewry stared at me from the pews of the courtroom. My prosecutor invited his whole synagogue to spectate.
If you believe the mainstream portrayal of World War II, the citizens of the United States sacrificed for the benefit of the Jews. My grandfather sacrificed his youth serving the Armed Forces, going blind in the defense of a foreign peoples. After we finished rescuing Jewry, we invited them into our home. We treated them as honored guests. They repaid us with treachery. They did the same thing to us that they did to the Germans. They took control of our systems of finance and law. They hyperinflated our currency. They corrupted our daughters and demanded they subject themselves to sex work to feed their families. These are a people that have made themselves a problem in every nation they occupy, including ours. What’s saddest is that we are the enablers of this problem. The Jews abused our compassion to build an empire of wickedness the likes the world has never seen.
A while ago, I sent the prosecutor and judge that wrongfully imprisoned me an invoice for the time they illegally stole from me. It was not unreasonable. I didn’t ask for pain or suffering or compensation for the extreme damage that they did to me. I simply asked for the hourly rate the market has determined my time is worth, multiplied by the number of hours their violence stole from me. They have not compensated me a single cent.
I look on Google Street View and see the place I used to live in, before I was kidnapped at gunpoint and held in foreign territories based on the lies of blacks and Jews. It has been bulldozed. A new house is there. It has become impossible not to empathize with the Palestinians. The first phrase I learned in arabic: “al-maot lil yahood” (death to the Jews).
What will prevent tyrants from abusing their authority? As an empiricist, I cannot speculate and utter platitudes about peaceful resistance. I must trust data. I found the data needed to answer this question at a United States Penitentiary named Canaan. Upon arrival there I could not remember a positive experience interacting with state authorities in my life. I was stunned by the level of civility displayed by the Canaan guards. These were the nicest government employees I’d ever interacted with. I asked another prisoner why they were so nice. They laughed and answered, “You don’t know? One of them just got stuck.” Stuck being prison vernacular for stabbed to death.
My perceptions were realigned by the acquisition of this data. One can simply look at a newspaper to see it confirmed. Cops gleefully abused Occupy Wall Street protesters, but balked at the armed militias at Bundy Ranch. Decency is only enforced with the sword. A hostile government whose agents are not confronted with the deaths of their agents and their families on a regular basis will consider our Constitution as nothing more than toilet paper.
I have some new tattoos that mark the wisdom I gained from my time in prison, which happens to be the same as the wisdom of my ancestors. My favorite Edda is now the Völundarkviða. It is about a hacker of sorts, a legendary smith named Völund wrongfully imprisoned by Swedish royalty. He kills their sons and rapes their daughter. My first tattoo is a 4.5 inch swastika on my chest featuring Oðinn, Baldr, Freyr, and Þór. My second is a Jörmungandr-wrapped Þórshamar flanked by Huginn and Muninn on my forearm.
My ink and I have expatriated to Canaan for the time being (in the Levant, not the Penitentiary) but I am not renouncing my United States citizenship. I still want to be an American and still value my country’s heritage. I plan on coming back with an army, be it human or automaton. One day I will come to collect every single bit of the debt owed to me by the thugs and criminals that have hijacked my country. After I am done I will rebuild my home in the Ozark mountains.
Why Free Speech and Free Internet Advocates Must Love Hitler
On this most special of days I find it fitting to do outreach to liberals and libertarians alike, who hold the lofty and noble ideal of freedom alight above themselves. I would like to the reader to suspend any reaction of emotion you might have to carefully consider my words in the context of my position and history.
Very few so-called defenders of free speech have ever made any sort of sacrifice for that cause. Unlike the great hypocrites of the world, I have put my own body as a sacrifice on the altar of liberty.
“The Internet’s best terrible person.” A “disappointment.” “Reviled/Beloved.” Those are just a few of the things people have called convicted AT&T/iPad “hacker” Andrew Auernheimer — a.k.a. “Weev” — currently sitting in federal prison serving a 41-month sentence.
Whether you love him or hate him, whether you disagree with him or disagree with AT&T, even if you’re indifferent — you should hope Weev wins his appeal filed last night before the Third Circuit Court of Appeals.
The future of the Internet may well depend on it.
Of course, I was a “terrible,” “reviled,” “disappointment” in this context because I was an alleged racist and a misogynist – as if there is something other than virtue in wanting to protect white women from the primary threats to their continued existence: brown people and themselves. Unlike my detractors, I have sacrificed millions of dollars and literal years of my life to the cause of man’s liberty. I am held in contempt for this because I have recognized what is the real source of freedom. I write this because I wish you to know what the source of freedom is as well.
Freedom is explicitly a product of white European civilization.
Of all the countries of the world, how many populated by nonwhites might you suppose have constitutional guarantees of free speech? The answer is only two: Japan and Hong Kong. The only reason they have these guarantees is because they were forced to at gunpoint by white aggression. Hong Kong as a British protectorate had the highest degree of press freedom in all of Asia, and it inherited the spirit of British law into Article 27 of the Hong Kong Basic Law, which serves as the region’s constitution. Similarly, free speech was guaranteed in postwar Japan only by America’s insistence.
Since the creation of these standards, however, they have been whittled down by gooks into mere shells of what they used to be. Japan now assures press freedom to a limited oligopoly of press clubs. It has shown unparalleled levels of freedom amongst developed nation only for the possession of child pornography, which it only managed to outlaw in 2014 after several decades of foreign pressure. Similarly, many exceptions to Hong Kong’s Basic Law have been instituted in the years since it became a special administrative region of China in 1997.
In all of history, only two nonwhite nations ever valued freedom of speech and they did so only because a white man pointed a gun at them. That’s an important data point.
Nonwhites that grow up in white countries despise free speech.
The cuckold will respond by saying that it is about culture, not race, and that nonwhite immigrants will have children which are amenable to our ideas after absorbing them through osmosis. To these people I’d like to show an interesting correlation:
“It is of noticable importance that 39% of Millennials identify [themselves] as non-white, making them the most diverse generation in American history.”
Add just 1% for Jews and you find that Millennials are 40% nonwhite. Of this same generation, the exact same number advocates restricting speech “offensive to minorities”.
We asked whether people believe that citizens should be able to make public statements that are offensive to minority groups, or whether the government should be able to prevent people from saying these things. Four-in-ten Millennials say the government should be able to prevent people publicly making statements that are offensive to minority groups, while 58% said such speech is OK.
Let me summarize the facts here. 40% of Millennials are not white. 40% of Millennials oppose speech offensive to minorities. This is not a coincidence. The reality is that the children of immigrants are more hostile to liberty than their parents. This may seem paradoxical to adherents of the proposition nation idea. If you have faith that America’s Constitution creates a zone of magic soil that will make people fundamentally different from birth you might have a hard time understanding this. However, this phenomenon will make perfect sense to students of human biodiversity (HBD). It’s usually noted that children of higher IQ parents from a lower IQ race will themselves have lower IQ despite the intellect of their parents.
Regression to the mean is a fancy way of saying that things even out over time. If you take one measurement and it is high, the next generation of measurements is going to be closer to the average. IQ is not the only feature primarily influenced by genetics, and thus not the only feature of a race of people that regresses towards the mean. There are genes that influence whether or not you believe in god, genes that influence all kinds of aggression (including, of course, murder and rape) and even in nearly every species of animal that ever existed darker pigments mean a higher likelihood of sexual aggression and violence.
There are genes that affect all facets of behavior, culture, and crime. Linking to the thousands of empirical proofs of this is beyond the scope of this article, but you should acquaint yourself to the concept of Weltanschauung, specifically in the context of German idealism and romanticism. This Germanic word essentially boils down to “racial worldview” – an acknowledgment that differing groups have differing ideas that are inherent to their characters. The truth of this concept is self-evident even when one drives through neighborhoods of foreigners.
Nonwhites that are exceptional are not exceptional because of anything inherent to their nature. They are only exceptional because of a brief and fleeting life circumstance. Typically, successful first generation immigrants sold their countrymen down the river and wanted to escape to America to live in a place where they would not be held to account and lose their ill-gotten gains. This gave them financial incentives to live more in accordance with our culture and customs. Their anchor babies, however, have no such incentive. In every facet from intellect, income, propensity for crime, and cultural inclinations they will be far closer to their racial counterparts from their homeland. As a result, non-white Millennials are more hostile to free speech than that of previous non-white generations.
Everything from objective truth to the very existence of whites is offensive to minorities.
The video above, simply showing a handful of newspaper clippings without commentary, is banned in dozens of countries. How could this possibly be offensive to anyone? I invite the reader to consider why such material might be so objectionable to the establishment. I ask you also to consider our mantra, considered hate speech and potentially terroristic in nearly every country in the world. Fourteen simple words: we must secure the existence of our people and a future for white children. The UK’s largest paper declares them “Fourteen Words that spell racism” and the ADL defines it as “the most popular white supremacist slogan in the world.” Why is the mere continued existence of whites and their children deemed objectionable by anyone, anywhere?
The reality is that they hate us for our freedoms. There is a vast, global effort to flood only white countries with huge numbers of hostile immigrants who oppose the values inherent to our very existence. These immigrants outbreed us with the welfare money we give them and transform our countries into places inhospitable for us. This is all done in the name of “diversity”, even though there are less white people than any other race and we hold less territory.
27 years ago in Austria a man was born that attempted to prevent this from happening. His words on the subject remain timeless, and upon examination one cannot dispute that the exact same thing is happening today:
Jews were responsible for bringing Negroes into the Rhineland, with the ultimate idea of bastardizing the white race which they hate and thus lowering its cultural and political level so that the Jew might dominate.
There is only one potential solution to white genocide: nonwhites in white countries must be reduced to chains, firstly so that their numbers may be culled as to no longer threaten the white race with extinction, and secondly so those that remain can be made to work off the debt they owe to the white race for the violence and harm they have done us. Hitler did nothing wrong (morally, of course, in hindsight many might dispute tactical decisions made on the fronts of war) in his quest to prevent the destruction of his people by mongrelization and financial ruin.
It is thus that I celebrate today as the Tide of Adolf Hitler, the holiest of days of remembrance. This mightiest of men was a manifestation of the same divine presence that caused Henry Purcell to produce his arias, Rembrandt to put The Storm on the Sea of Galilee to canvas, Mendeleev to deduce the periodic properties of the elements, Maxwell to formulate his equations, and Newton to discover calculus. I recognize as Carl Gustav Jung did that he was an avatar of Wotan, the god I chose as my patron, to bring the wrath of his people against those that would have destroyed them. I recognize as Savitri Devi did that he was the twelfth incarnation of Vishnu, known as Kalki, to strike the earth like lightning and light fires upon the plains. I recognize that he was a Bodhisattva, forgoing his own happiness to show compassion to the suffering people of his homeland.
I have lived and suffered for the expansion of man’s liberty only because I am inspired by him. I have been kidnapped, I have been tortured, I have lost my home, I have been subject to all manners of indignity and pain and the reason I am able to keep going whilst every day seems a burden is that I know this perfect and divine being of goodness and light was made to suffer far worse at the hands of perfidious Jews. It is by his example that I know that the tide against our people can be turned, and that those that would destroy us can be resisted within our lives.
I love free speech. I love the Internet. I love these things not only because they are good but because they are the creation of white men, and only by the perpetuation of the existence of white men may they be maintained. I love these things, ergo I love Adolf Hitler.
Find this love in your heart, and you will find true compassion and heroism.