https://x.com/nickshirleyy/status/2004642794862961123
https://www.barnhardtmemes.com/2025/12/28/barnhardt-meme-barrage-28-december-arsh-2025/
via
https://www.westernstandard.news/opinion/heinrichs-is-canada-a-communist-nation/70031
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https://alt-market.us/world-war-and-the-plan-to-control-or-kill-young-western-men/
at
https://www.anonymousconservative.com/news-briefs-12-28-2025/
https://open.substack.com/pub/directorblue/p/infographic-tim-walz-and-the-somalis
https://substack.com/@mealsnminutes/note/c-187009330
27 December 1942: The cold is all pervasive. It crawls into the bones and refuses to leave. We burned the last fragments of a crate today just to melt snow for water. The soup was thin again, but no one complained. Complaining costs energy we no longer have. We hear the Russians at night, shovels and voices carrying through the ruins. They’re growing bolder with each day. I think of home often now: a warm kitchen, bread cut thick, fresh butter, my mother’s voice. I wonder if the world there still makes sense. Here, time is measured only in shells, hunger, and the cold. If this is to be the end, I hope someone remembers that we were once more than wretches cowering in these ruins.
