I’ll appeal it after the content meeting musk mentioned

Unless it stems from love

Eliza

Eliza, my friend, forever faithful
Any young man would be very grateful
To have one such as you always at hand
A breath of innocence in this degenerate land

These feelings you have now revealed
I cannot return, for my fate is sealed
This duty I have now is not known to you
And woe to me if I do not see it through

Your ancestry paints a different picture
Revealing within, a different admixture
I curse forever your fathers sin
To turn his back upon his kin

How cruel of fate to tempt me now
Offering happiness to break my vow
This tragedy brings only misery
Either path resulting in injury

And now you must suffer the same as me
And wonder in another world what might be
Had your father remained to his blood true
And seen what could have become of me and you


- Jack Gladder

Lets see if Telegram can find a gf

A guy can dream

Which Way?

An eagle plummets to its death
Civilizations final breath
Down the river of insanity
Slowly losing our humanity
The ship of fools steers left or right
Down the current we head despite

A noble race betrayed and enslaved
With wicked masters smug and depraved
Vice now promoted and virtue shunned
Injustices render ancestors stunned
Children victims of unnatural lust
Mother nature draws back in disgust

The men who refuse attacked and abused
And with evil they are falsely accused
Hate is declared their defining traits
Yet their accusers ire never abates
In spite of all they do what is right
Hoping only to hold back the night

Few in number and ever in plight
Would you join them in this righteous fight?
Think of that fate that would surely await
If comfort offered was taken as bait
Better to die than in slavery lie
For a better future one cannot buy

-Jack Gladder

Sometimes this place really does feel like a house of mirrors

Thank you guys for sticking around. I know there’s not a lot of us here, but it feels really nice not to be screaming into the void

one day I’ll put a poetry book out when I accumulate enough of them

To my unknown friends

Yet to meet, and may never
Yet similar in endeavor
In spirit, drawing nearer
My friends, peering through the mirror

Crystal surface deepest black
A House of mirrors reflecting back
All our thoughts and fears abound
In danger of being drowned

This banished world we share
We must navigate with care
Else lose ourselves to the void
The perilous path of the schizoid

Take your rest in peace
This worlds ramblings will not cease
Know we will obtain our ends
My yet unknown friends

-Jack Gladder

Zoomer propaganda

"Power is in accepting pain and suffering. Power is in forming human bonds and building community. Do you begin to see, then, what kind of world we are creating? It is the exact opposite of the stupid hedonistic Utopias that the old regime imagined. A world of striving and honor and kinship, a world of uplifting and being uplifted, a world which will grow not less but more masculine as it refines itself. Progress in our world will be progress towards high culture. The old regime claimed that they were founded on tolerance and equity. Ours is founded upon reality. In our world there will be no degeneracy. Every bit we shall destroy - everything. Already we are reforming the habits of thought from before the decline. We have strengthened the links between child and parent, and between man and man, and between man and woman. No one dares betray a wife or a child or a friend any longer. And in the future there will be many wives and many friends. Mothers will be given loans forgiven after childbirth. Homosexuality will be eradicated. Procreation will be state-funded. There will above all be love, and love of the Race. There will be no suffering endured alone. There will be new art, new literature, new science. When we take power we shall have once more real science. There will be renewed distinction between beauty and ugliness. There will be renewed curiosity, renewed enjoyment of the process of life. All competing ideologies will be defeated. But always - do not forget this, Winston-always there will be the white race, constantly increasing and constantly growing larger. Always, at every moment, there will be white children, laughing and playing, and growing stronger. If you want a picture of the future, imagine white families, green grass, and picket fences-forever."

I’ve been away for awhile. Lot of changes in my life. I don’t need telegram as an escape like before. I have a gf now, she’s literally everything in pic related. I’m going to build a future with her. Never loose hope fellas. Keep grinding, and don’t be afraid to chat up the next qt you see. It probably won’t be the first one you talk to, it wasn’t for me, but eventually you’ll find a great one if you keep at it. I believe in you. We’re all gonna make it.

I met her in the wild, not the internet

Touch grass

The world abound, chaos churning

And everywhere things are burning

Suffering held up, and joy shunned

The House of mirrors leaves all stunned



Black scrying mirror

All is now nearer

Endless tragedy seen

Reflected from the screen



Isolated and in despair

Under modernities harsh glare

No future many foresee

And choose rather to flee



The golden cage beckons

Deadliest of all weapons

Poisoning the soul

With each endless scroll



There exists a way out

Suspend for now your doubt

Expectations form reality

Believe in serendipity



Join the upward path

Rise above fear and wrath

The amount of those are ample

Who will need your example



Mind, body, and soul

Cultivating these is the goal

Seek those with our ambition

And it will achieve fruition



Life can turn on a dime

Please just put in the time

All this suffering will come to pass

If one would willingly touch grass.