Here in France, nothing interesting has happened, besides random strikes, since at least Algeria. I know war sucks or whatever, your compatriots have made this point ad-nauseum
, but I believe boredom is worse. Also Maman has been nagging me, I refuse to work as a waiter, and my love Clodette refuses to speak to me and slapped the flowers out of my hands 
So instead of suffering under this cruel existence, I'm going to make my destiny. This is what I'm assuming Evola meant by "Riding the Tiger"
I think Yarvin, despite being a fucking Ricain, has some good ideas. Plus, my Mother can't complain if I comeback with a title and my arm around a pretty Sally's waist. Tonight I'm going to the Aéroport; and all I'm going to take is my Papy's Rifle and the uniform I had when I got conscripted. Can't wait to shoot some commies 
and carve out my own piece from America. Vive Yarvin; Mort à l'ennui! 
- Papy's gun
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