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𝐓𝐀𝐂-𝐀𝐙 Telegram: @TAC_Arizona_3 / contact bot: @TACVetBot X: twitter.com/TribalACArizona Gab: gab.com/TACAZ Email: [email protected] ☆ F[l]ashback Friday ☆ Last night, TAC-AZ had an excellent evening conducting a night hike up Black Mountain. Despite most of our folk not being able to attend, we had a very peaceful and bonding experience. If you're not connecting and building frith, you're wasting your life... stop living vicariously through others and find your Tribe! Connect now and join us for the beauty found within nature and the company of folk... these memories can not be found through a blue screen. Heres to the doers and those who forge their own path! * REMEMBER to check our pinned messages for a general 101 of who and what we are!

𝐓𝐀𝐂-𝐀𝐙 Telegram: @TAC_Arizona_3 / contact bot: @TACVetBot X: twitter.com/TribalACArizona Gab: gab.com/TACAZ Email: [email protected] It is important to maintain a presentable banner! It should go without saying that our optics should be a cut above the rest, and always well above the average! From the way we walk and talk (with confidence), the way we are dressed and groomed (clean, respectable, and hygienic), and the remaining tools we utilize for optics. When displaying your standard/ banner, you are telegraphing and conveying more than under what flag you represent. It must be seen as a reflection of yourself. Just as any reasonable self respecting individual would not dare to show up to a business meeting in a wrinkled suit, we to must apply the same reasoning to our banners. Show that you have put forth the effort to maintain your banner and in so doing, it shall become a reflection of yourself. Iron your damn flags! * REMEMBER to check our pinned messages for a general 101 of who and what we are!

𝐓𝐀𝐂-𝐀𝐙 Telegram: @TAC_Arizona_3 / contact bot: @TACVetBot X: twitter.com/TribalACArizona Gab: gab.com/TACAZ Email: [email protected] When you're at the helm, motivating the lads in this modern era can be tiresome and often lead one to feel dissilusioned. Modern man has become complacent and lost in his myriad of distractions and excuses, which he allows to bring him to his knees... where he often chooses to remain crippled- a mere ghost of his forefathers who fought with blood to ensure his survival. Embers must still remain within one to be stoked once more to the raging glory of the warrior whom one has descended. Without this, we are merely blowing ash to the winds... a fruitless endeavor. There will come a time when we must choose to shut the doors to these empty dark rooms and focus our energies on those whom still retain that ancient spark, and under proper leadership; restore those embers to the fire of absolute survival and the will to once more rise... and SURVIVE! * REMEMBER to check our pinned messages for a general 101 of who and what we are!

𝕄𝕠𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕟 𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕨𝕚𝕗𝕖 @TheModernTradwife Hold back the night... or succumb. You no longer have the option to sit idly by and remain neutral. Our struggle will be eternal and is what gives us purpose and a reason to pull ourselves out of the swamp of complacency, procrastination, and despair. You are reading this. No longer be just a fan... step outside of the parameter of your comforts and march the path of the righteous. Stoke the fire within your soul, let it rage! Let your eyes burn with the determined purpose of Alexander the Great. Whatever you do... SURVIVE.

𝐓𝐀𝐂-𝐀𝐙 Telegram: @TAC_Arizona_3 / contact bot: @TACVetBot X: twitter.com/TribalACArizona Gab: gab.com/TACAZ Email: [email protected] This memorial weekend, in honor of slain warriors, both ancestral and present, the fellas ran (2) Freshcuts and a new recruit through a modified Murph Challenge! Though some could not attend, those who were in attendance were thoroughly smoked - fully earning their Aftercare meal and conversation. See You There... * REMEMBER to check our pinned messages for a general 101 of who and what we are!

☆ In honor of our ancestors and Folk who were slain for our enemies, we dedicate this writing: A NEW DAWN [110403] They shadow the shadows attached to strings, Taken to the streets they shout and scream. The serpents' words are heard, through their parting lips; A shallow message, to the lost and the shapeless. This love undiluted burns deep from within, Till death I am for the Noble Gens. The imposters desecrate, they wish to asphyxiate Who we are and our inherent way. For far too long we have been so gone, Entangled in sin, lost, in a plastic Eden. The sacred flame now smolders, doused in submission. I await, armor polished sword drawn, Though few, we'll die, for a new dawn. Wicked, poisonous lies have taken their minds, By esoteric wile, they bleed in the dark - conscious blind. Are we but orphaned ghosts of our forefathers glory? From majestic heights, to an ending, of the most epic story? Ignite! Re-kindle the sacred ancient flame. Expose! The hidden that creep in the darkened plane. Scorch! The atrocious, dysgenic obscene... Wash decay from the land, bring them to their knees; Kick in the teeth of the grinning Red beast, Fell its kingdom of decadent carnal disease. The winds and the rains shall waste what remains, For nature will restore its natural way. "A slave is he who cannot speak his thought" - Though what of he, who's words are flawed? Electric screens lull the empty and vulnerable Seeking and feeding the delusional. As was the war of Northern Aggression, Brothers snuff and bleed their family and kinsman. Let fall the woven spell from upon your eyes, We'll stand together, side by side we'll fight. We've lost our way, we must transcend For the hour is late - Though true victory not a forlorn hope. - Bellum * REMEMBER to check our pinned messages for a general 101 of who and what we are!

𝐓𝐀𝐂-𝐀𝐙 Telegram: @TAC_Arizona_3 / contact bot: @TACVetBot X: twitter.com/TribalACArizona Gab: gab.com/TACAZ Email: [email protected] ☆ In honor of our ancestors and Folk who were slain for our enemies, we dedicate this writing: A NEW DAWN [110403] They shadow the shadows attached to strings, Taken to the streets they shout and scream. The serpents' words are heard, through their parting lips; A shallow message, to the lost and the shapeless. This love undiluted burns deep from within, Till death I am for the Noble Gens. The imposters desecrate, they wish to asphyxiate Who we are and our inherent way. For far too long we have been so gone, Entangled in sin, lost, in a plastic Eden. The sacred flame now smolders, doused in submission. I await, armor polished sword drawn, Though few, we'll die, for a new dawn. Wicked, poisonous lies have taken their minds, By esoteric wile, they bleed in the dark - conscious blind. Are we but orphaned ghosts of our forefathers glory? From majestic heights, to an ending, of the most epic story? Ignite! Re-kindle the sacred ancient flame. Expose! The hidden that creep in the darkened plane. Scorch! The atrocious, dysgenic obscene... Wash decay from the land, bring them to their knees; Kick in the teeth of the grinning Red beast, Fell its kingdom of decadent carnal disease. The winds and the rains shall waste what remains, For nature will restore its natural way. "A slave is he who cannot speak his thought" - Though what of he, who's words are flawed? Electric screens lull the empty and vulnerable Seeking and feeding the delusional. As was the war of Northern Aggression, Brothers snuff and bleed their family and kinsman. Let fall the woven spell from upon your eyes, We'll stand together, side by side we'll fight. We've lost our way, we must transcend For the hour is late - Though true victory not a forlorn hope. - Bellum * REMEMBER to check our pinned messages for a general 101 of who and what we are!

IN MEMORY OF THE FALLEN Fort Rosecrans National Cemetery, San Diego, CA

𝐓𝐀𝐂-𝐀𝐙 Telegram: @TAC_Arizona_3 / contact bot: @TACVetBot X: twitter.com/TribalACArizona Gab: gab.com/TACAZ Email: [email protected] ☆ F[l]ashback Friday ☆ Wrist break demonstration from shoulder/ shirt grab. * REMEMBER to check our pinned messages for a general 101 of who and what we are!