A Day in the Life of a Nazi
If we lived in a better world…
Some people worry about the free speech implications of banning Nazis from social media platforms. This story is for them.
The rolling hills glowed as the sun sank behind them, transformed the fields into molten gold. The sky red as a furnace; like blood above the soil. He stood outside the plantation house and watched his towheaded children play. Smoke rose from the fieldhouses beyond as the cooks prepared dinner for the field slaves just setting aside their tools for the day. Inside, his slender, blonde wife was cooking their family’s dinner — it smelled incredible. He smiled as he looked beyond the hills, at the skeletal remains of the city. How quiet everything was, how clean, now that the nation had been cleansed, its blood purified —
The blast of Karl’s alarm wrenched him back into his own body and reality with a violence that left him breathless. For a moment, he fought to remain in dreams, in fantasy, but the foghorn assault was merciless and at last he forced his bleary eyes open, reached over, and fumbled for the snooze button.
The wan morning sun streamed through the broken venetian blinds of Karl’s studio apartment and slashed pale razorblades across the Waffen SS poster, the Kekistan banner, the Confederate flag. His bookcase, full of Evola and Gentile and Schmitt. His…
