Just a little something I adapted because it fits so well.

For the original hacker's manifesto, see here.
For this manifesto in raw text form, see here.


                     \/\The Conscience of a Nationalist/\/



                           Written on August 7, 2020

        Another one got canceled today, it's all over the internet. "Man Forced
to Resign for Problematic Comments", "Comedian Arrested After Hate Speech"...
        Damn bigots. They're all alike.

        But did you, in your three-piece philosophy and 1930's virtuebrain,
ever take a look behind the eyes of the bigot? Did you ever wonder what made
them tick, what forces shaped them, what may have molded them?
        I am a nationalist, enter my world...
        Mine is a world that begins with school... I'm smarter than most of the
other kids, this crap they teach us makes no sense...
        Damn privileged scum. They're all alike.

        I'm in high school or early university. I've listened to teachers
explain for the fifteenth time how whites should pay reparations for slavery. I
still don't understand it. "No, Ms. Smith, the slave trade was around long
before the British. They were actually the ones to put an end to it..."
        Damn racist. Probably fed lies by his parents. They're all alike.

        I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is
cool. It acts according to reality. If it tells me I'm wrong, it's because I
missed something. Not because it doesn't like me...
                  Or feels threatened by me...
                  Or has lost themselves in an cult of ideology...
        Damn gamer. Probably a misogynist too. They're all alike.

        And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through the
fibre link like dopamine through a social media addict's brain, an electronic
pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day demoralising is sought... a
board is found.
        "This is it... this is where I belong..."
        I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to
them, may never hear from them again... I know you all...
        Damn incel. Hanging out on hate websites again. They're all alike.

        You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed processed soy
at school when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip
through were poisoned and inedible. We've been gaslit by marxists, and ignored
by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils,
but those few are like drops of water in the desert.

        This is our world these days... a world of civil rights eroded in the
name of terrorism, government subverted by communist social justice tyrants on
one side and amoral corporations on the other. We call attention to this, and
you call us bigots. We try to stop the sabotage... and you call us bigots. We
look at the facts... and you call us bigots. We exist without regard for skin
color, without gender, without religious bias... and you call us bigots. You
riot in the streets, tear down statues, attack and kill people for disagreeing
with you, destroy families, openly call for erasing an ethnicity, and lie to us
about it all to try and make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the

        Yes, I am a bigot. My crime is that of thinking. My crime is that of
judging people by what they say and do, not what they look like. My crime is
that of loving enlightenment values and western culture, something that you
will never forgive me for.

        I am a nationalist, and this is my manifesto. You may cancel this
individual, but you can't unperson us all... after all, we're all alike.