Last night we were scrolling through our blog, reading old articles and reminiscing about the work we've done thus far when we came across this poignant and powerful image depicting what was then the blossoming of a beautiful friendship:

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Oh, those were such heady days in the lives of Kyle McKee and Dustyn Johnson, and such an unusual friendship, what with McKee looking like Gollum and Johnson one of the orcs. But the world was, for a short time, their oyster. A rancid, sickly oyster, but a shellfish of some sort nonetheless.

But sadly, it couldn't last. Too bad. Johnson could have been Spike to McKee's Chester.

Hardy to his Laurel.

Blaster to his Master.

Now, they simply resort to sniping at each other impudently online, such as when McKee, "talks smack" (the kids still say that, right?) about Johnson on Josh Steever's Facebook profile:


[Image]By the way Josh (the apparent founder of the Aryan Terror Brigade which is linked to Blood & Honour/C18 and which McKee seems to be a member of), you still dating high school students?

You're right. That was petty. We're sorry.

Oh, but the backbiting doesn't end there, as Rob Reitmeier also adds his $0.02 to the discussion:

[Image]You know something? This makes us sad. So very, very, sad. After all, it will have been 7 years (as of this May 29) that luminaries that included a man who wrote a self-help book on how to give a proper blow-job and who was also convicted of tax fraud, a man later convicted of child pornography possession, and Paul Fromm among others all signed the New Orleans Protocol which was intended to end division in the, "White Nationalist" movement and bring about an era of co-operation.

How IS that working out?

And now, the Black Eyed Peas from when they didn't suck.