White Biocentrism

Heinrich Steinmeyer was a member of Heinrich Himmlers’ famous
Waffen-SS and was just 19 when he was captured in Normandy in
August 1944, just weeks after D-Day. The experience had such
an impact on him that he returned to Comrie after the war and
made lasting friendships in the village. He vowed to leave
everything he owned for the benefit of the elderly of the tiny
Scottish community, population less than 2,000, in the Southern
Highlands near Perth. His will read: “I would like to express my
gratitude to the people of Scotland for the kindness and generosity
that I have experienced in Scotland during my imprisonment of war
and hereafter.” It specifically stated that the proceeds from the
sale of his house and other possessions were to be used for “elderly
people”. When he died at the age of 90 in 2014 his ashes were
scattered in the hills above the camp where he had been held. Two
and a half years later, his bequest of £384,000 (Euro 457,180)
has now been gifted to the village’s local community trust.

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To another hero of the Waffen SS:

Waffen-Success
When World War jew flipped to chapter two--the endless lust
of yucky yids rending plush land into bland bolshevik dust--
Otto Skorzeny volunteered to steer Europe's borderless fight
to restore the natural order of Aryan beauty and light.

Using hang-gliders and a handful of hale hunting men
Otto outfoxed the Gran Sasso to save a fascist friend,
dropping in a heart-stopping rescue on a snowy mountain jail
an eagle dared to snare a lion--and prevailed.

"Ich Hatt Einen Kameraden" was a favorite song to sing
after major victory, rare defeat or simply marching
of Adolf Hitler's honored Iron Cross commando and honorary son:
if there had been two Skorzenys, the good guys would have won.

After the war Otto was tried by Allied criminals of phony crime
based on lies--like holocaust baloney invented by alien slime.
His honor is loyalty: Skorzeny lived life on the edge of a blade,
a Fuhrer-blessed success story whose SS-glory will never fade.