What's some good Jow Forums literature?

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>Solzhenitsyn
Based and redpilled
>My Struggle
Cringe

Go home.

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This

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Not strictly Jow Forums but what are some good dystopian future recommendations? I just finished Farenheit 451 and was thinking about picking up Brave New World.

The Forever War

The Camp of the Saints
Harrison Bergeron
Atlas Shrugged
1984 (it's not a meme, it's more relevant than ever)

I'm enjoying Generation Kill on Audible.

Blood Meridian. A bunch of white men living the dream.

Why Nations Fail

Though I haven't read it and Kafka was technically Jewish, the premise of The Trial sounds eerily familiar.

Self-Reliance by Emerson.
Second Harrison Bergeron. There's a short film as well.

Storm of Steel by Ernst Junger

The Dogs of War

The Holy Bible (Authorized Version 1611)

Unintended Consequences by John Ross. The most Jow Forums book in existence. Even has a gay rape scene.

>the boys whore mom is the reason he was in the plane in the first place

Turner Diaries
Hunter
Culture of Critique
Rise and Fall of the Third Reich
Rainbow Six
Kafka
Lovecraft
War and Peace
All Quiet on the Western Front

The Forever War
Blood Meridian
Musashi
Watership Down
the Aubrey/Maturin series
The Things They Carried

Thanks for the recommendations

this. You need to see just how retarded your enemies are. Everyone needs a pick-me-up every now and then.

I'm often reminded of Harrison Bergeron when I hear people in the news talking about equity.

Any place where we can download pat Mac cst PDF?

Lord of the World

Pic related if you enjoy autism. Allow me to read some for you:

"Henry saw L.C.'s arm muscles tense and knew the man was about to kill the girl. He relentlessly increased
the pressure of his right index finger and ignored the fact that Trent Bivins was about to cross his line of
fire. Front sight he grimly reminded himself. There was a natural tendency for shooters to focus on the
target instead of the sights at the moment of letoff, especially when under pressure. L.C. Bivins was blurred
slightly in Henry Bowman's vision. The 24 karat gold insert in the front sight blade which covered Bivins'
heart, however, was sharp enough for Henry to see the tiny hammer marks on it, made when it had been
installed by Fran Longtin in S&W's Springfield, Massachusetts service facility a year earlier.

The big revolver thundered, and the 173-grain hollow point bullet made by Allen Kane in Lakeville Arms
swaging dies exited the 8 3/8" barrel at 1870 feet per second. The bullet passed less than ten inches from
Trent Bivins' left ear and struck L.C. Bivins in almost the exact center of his sternum. The combined effect
of the muzzle blast fifty feet in front of him and the painful crack of a supersonic projectile passing less
than a foot from his ear was very disorienting to Trent Bivins, and he winced and stumbled, but kept
running for his shotgun."

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"The effect the bullet had on Trent's cousin L.C. was more impressive.

Allen Kane had used a long hollowpoint punch in the swaging die when he had made the slugs, which
made a large cavity in the nose of the bullet that extended down almost to its base. This concentrated the
projectile's mass towards its outer circumference, nearer to the actual bearing surface, and was one of the
reasons that the slugs had shot so accurately for the Indiana experimenter. The design had the secondary
effect of destroying much of the structural integrity of the bullet.

Over the years, ammunition manufacturers would regularly use these same construction techniques in vain
attempts to increase the incapacitating power of low-powered, low velocity sidearm ammunition. The
results were almost always disappointing. Cartridges such as the .25 and .32 ACP usually had too little
velocity to make even the most fragile bullet break up, and if the slow-moving slugs did fragment,
penetration was so slight that an attacker's leather coat would sometimes stop the bullet entirely.

Frangible bullets were a different story in a high-intensity cartridge like the .44 Magnum, and in Henry's
long-barreled gun with its tight cylinder gap and full-pressure handloads, doubly so. When the Lakeville
Arms 173 grain 'Jugular' hollow point hit L.C. Bivins, it truly lived up to the moniker its late designer had
given it. As the front half of the projectile turned itself into microscopic fragments of lead and copper, it
released over one thousand two hundred foot-pounds of kinetic energy inside the chest cavity of the rapist
and murderer.

Bivins' chest cavity literally exploded, and the homogenized contents of his upper torso followed the path
of least resistance, just as the laws of physics dictated. In L.C.'s case, the weak point was a gash in his back
made by a piece of his spine which the impact had turned into a secondary missile."

"In a move he had practiced some forty thousand times, Henry Bowman glanced at his second target and
hauled the gun down out of recoil. While he did this, he pulled the Smith's trigger double action until the tip
of his trigger finger touched the revolver's frame behind and to the left of the trigger. This was far enough
to make the cylinder advance to the next chamber and lock in place, but not far enough to make the gun
fire. Thirty years earlier, Ed McGivern had called this technique the 'two stage, braked trigger pull'. Twenty
years in the future, shooters would call it 'trigger cocking'. As Henry finished trigger-cocking the revolver,
he focused his master eye on the gold insert of the front sight.

Trent Bivins, with a searing pain in his right ear, tried to get his shotgun into action from its position
leaning against the tree. At the instant the front sight of Henry's gun crossed the line of Trent's scalp, Henry
Bowman gave the trigger the additional pressure needed, and his second shot hit the younger Bivins brother
just to the right of the tip of his nose. The back of Trent's skull split open under the tremendous hydraulic
pressure, and over one-half of his brain matter was blown out the jagged opening.

Henry Bowman did not see the effect of this shot, for he was already backpedaling and rotating his whole
body—maintaining the braced position of his arms, torso, and neck—and trigger-cocking the Model 29
again as he brought it to bear on the figure of Gary Cort."

"Cort had enjoyed his session with the young girl, and had been doing his best to dislocate her hip from its
socket while L.C. was taking his turn. He was out of breath from these exertions, and this new development
had appeared out of nowhere. Every part of Gary Cort's brain was being bombarded with stimuli, and he
acted instinctively. In Cort's case, this meant grabbing the shotgun with his right hand, and sliding his right
forefinger inside the trigger guard at the same time.

Sticking his finger into the trigger guard before he had complete control of the weapon was not the only
bad habit Gary Cort had when it came to gun handling. He also was rather cavalier about using his gun's
safety, and it was disengaged at the moment. As Cort's hand instinctively tightened around the weapon, his
finger pulled the trigger, and an ounce and a quarter of number six bird shot shredded leaves ten yards
above and to the right of where Henry Bowman stood.

As a flustered Gary Cort pumped the slide of his shotgun, Henry Bowman put the gold bead on Cort's
center of mass and exerted a little more pressure on the trigger. He was aiming for the heart, and he got it.
Cort fell as if every bone in his body had suddenly turned to liquid. He was dead before his knee struck the
spot where his shotgun had been resting.

From the moment Henry had yelled until the time that Gary Cort's body collapsed in the grass was less than
four seconds."

>Cringe

>The more I argued with them, the better I came to know their dialectic. First they counted on the stupidity of their adversary, and then, when there was no other way out, they themselves simply played stupid. If all this didn't help, they pretended not to understand, or, if challenged, they changed the subject in a hurry, quoted platitudes which, if you accepted them, they immediately related to entirely different matters, and then, if again attacked, gave ground and pretended not to know exactly what you were talking about. Whenever you tried to attack one of these apostles, your hand closed on a jelly-like slime which divided up and poured through your fingers, but in the next moment collected again. But if you really struck one of these fellows so telling a blow that, observed by the audience, he couldn't help but agree, and if you believed that this had taken you at least one step forward, your amazement was great the next day. The Jew had not the slightest recollection of the day before, he rattled off his same old nonsense as though nothing at all had happened, and, if indignantly challenged, affected amazement; he couldn't remember a thing, except that he had proved the correctness of his assertions the previous day.
>Sometimes I stood there thunderstruck.
>I didn't know what to be more amazed at: the agility of their tongues or their virtuosity at lying.

pic unrelated

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Wow, a lot of reddit posts today, strange.

great book on political violence, race tensions and guerrilla fighting in the US.

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They both hated commies and Jews. They’re good in my book