It's technically well done, vibrant stuff that blends dark, militant themes of fascism into fantasy contexts. But it all strikes me as having a whiff of self-indulgent, "Man I totally worship hate, killkillkillkill" thinking at its center, a primal scream for relevance through violence, a belief that you could murder your way to true happiness, make the world pure or something like that.
In the depths of my pro-free speech, democratic socialist soul, i feel this is anathema. This is anti-life, the dead cold hand of delusion wrapped around the ankle of man, telling him to go back to the red times, the bad old days of racial hate and suppres