I Only Really Feel Comfortable ...

[Rev.Cambeul]

Note: This is not a personal topic. It's not about me. It's about you - if you want it to be. My story is just one of many. If you have something to share that is on-topic, then please do so.


As an only child and an army brat growing up with a violent drunk of a father, I learned to keep myself to myself. I hated school. Teachers pissed me off. Friends were few. Bullies didn't bother me because when they did bully me, I could beat the living shite out of them. I wasn't the greatest fighter - I had my share of wins and losses - but I had a bigger bully to go home to than just some kid in the next grade. LOL! As an army brat, you do not mix with the civilian kids - so you learn to hate them. And when you are able to finally mix with other army brats, it's almost a revelation, because those kids are just like you. However, that never lasts long, because you're posted again to another state, and deposited once again amongst civilians that you will soon learn to hate ....

The only time I really felt comfortable as a child, was when alone, reading. Or riding my bicycle through the bush tracks around the army bases - with or without friends in the gang. I just never cared. I just wanted to get away into the bush, with maybe a ground-sheet to sleep under.

In the army as a soldier, it was drinking, training, drinking, work, drinking and drinking. I was in Field Force and only really felt comfortable as a soldier with a rifle in my hand in the bush or the jungle. After a task somewhere off the coast of Australia - where I signed secrecy papers and was threatened with prison and discharge if I talked - they put me in prison and then discharged me. I didn't say anything, I was just expendable. So, no more military career.

When married, my wife was a retarded bitch that anybody with half a brain runs a mile from. I got with her because we were young and inexperienced. Most teenage girls behave pretty much the same - the result of their environment. It was later that the lunatic behaviour came out. When married, I only really felt comfortable riding my motorcycle - with or without friends in the club. I just never cared. I just wanted to get away onto the open road, with maybe a ground-sheet to sleep under and my motor to keep warm. There was a child from the marriage, but it was kidnapped and I never saw it again.

Back in the army again after the marriage broke up, I gave up drinking, lived a salubrious life, did not socialise with soldiers, just did my job day to day, and even earned a stripe. I didn't have any money, but I was in uniform again and had a job. I felt I had a purpose, but there was always something hanging over my head. Eventually an officer recognised me from my previous service ... and so it started again. I left the army; but this time on my own terms. This time, it was just a job.

Now we come to the WORLD CHURCH OF THE CREATOR. I thought I'd found everything I wanted. It was far from anything I ever wanted. The shitfighting between members, the skinheads vs skinheads vs everyone else. Everyone wanted rank/titles and power. I kept my mouth shut and helped where I could. I didn't know how to build websites, but websites are easier than working on BASIC programming language, so I saw a gap and got to work. I finally felt like I belonged somewhere. Then I was attacked because I became known. I'm not talking about the Jew and the Red, the JOG and the Nigger. I'm talking about other so-called CREATORS. So-called because they did not last. Once they destroyed the WCOTC, they moved onto other ventures - and did exactly the same again, before moving on ... again and again. If you had known that era of CREATIVITY, you would have shunned it. I'm different - I'm stubborn and fought back. Everything wrong with the WCOTC I'd seen in outlaw motorcycle clubs.

And so today we have the CREATIVITY ALLIANCE. Today, I only really feel comfortable - like I'm worthy of my place in the world - when I am helping a CREATOR. My car is finally good to drive - but I hate traffic. Too many concrete jungle apes to spoil the bitumen these days. Although sometimes ... maybe with the right music RaHoWa! This Planet Is Ours and less traffic, it verges on the feelings of freedom of the open road I miss from my biker days. And I miss my Nigger. Although I do enjoy being with my girlfriend, she's the home type comfortable with retirement; while I feel the constant urge to work for the White Race, and work around the home until I drop - and then when I drop, sit at my desk under the aircon and do something for CREATORS. Forced retirement for me feels like parasitism. And so I work for you as a leading CREATOR. What little money I do get, a good proportion each month goes towards CREATIVITY and CREATORS. Life would be so much easier for me, if I did not willingly choose to make that sacrifice for CREATIVITY and the WHITE RACE - and I am Proud to Make that Sacrifice each month. What I do without, CREATIVITY and those CREATORS I help, need.

My personal goals are simple: Security Fencing around my home, Security Cameras around my home, a decent home with a salubrious garden, a decent car, a decent bike, a new Nigger and a set of big tits to come home to - and I'm about three quarters of the way there. The JOG took away my human right, to work to build a home. So what would take you maybe a year, will take me twenty years - but I will do it. I'm not complaining - that is my accepted sacrifice for the WHITE RACE.

I will never own a Harley. Don't care. Don't feel envious of anyone owning what I cannot ever have. I'll rebuild my little old bike as a test/lesson in the style I like. However, instead of owning a factory built Harley, I will own a larger, hand built custom Rice Grinder - a Yamahaha, Honda or Susucki ... I don't care which. So perhaps a Honda Four motor or a Yamaha vertical twin (air-cooled of course) chucked into a rigid frame. That's the working man's/poor man's bike. It'll be my design, done my way, and built by my hands. I will do it. And one day, it will feel comfortable to have reached that goal where I am on that 'cycle and can flock off down the road ... with or without friends.

If you want to be there on that road with me, then do as I do. Don't be selfish. Sacrifice and work hard for the WHITE RACE - or I'll shun you like sheboon shite.

By choice, I don't mix with civilians. I only really feel comfortable amongst my BROTHER CREATORS.

RaHoWa! 23 Words.

@Cailen.