RISING RACE

ATTENTION: If you are American will any kind of following on social media, please write about your thoughts on what America is to you (as in what it ideally should be, the true America that resides in your heart). Publish it on the Fourth and I will share it here. This is a momentous metaphysical/metapolitical moment in our history which will be used as logic for action going forward. Our posterity, our peers, but most importantly, our ancestors are watching. I don't care if you feel like you are an amateur or feel like your words are not heeded because everything we do in life matters. The assignment is to speak about what you want this country to BECOME regardless of your feelings about how we currently are or have been. Its important because to conquer the Zeitgeist we need ideas and candided burning hearts singing the song of a Future worth fighting for. I will share any publications I see here and share it with my various friends. I am going to signal boost this on masse, so do you part and SING THE SONG OF YOUR AMERICAN HEART! THE FUTURE BELONGS TO US!

Basic Political Rules for Our Guys doing both Metapolitics and Normie politics: 1. Attack, attack, attack. 2. Admit nothing. Deny everything. 3. Never admit defeat. Always claim victory.

This July 4th we will have a Requiem for our beloved Republic. 250 years of our love and loyalty, before we fix bayonets.

Many men wish death on me. But I don't fear them, their threats, their harm, or the death they offer. I fear letting my brothers down, I fear the dishonor of not giving every living second my all. I fear not giving back more than I took in this life. I fear losing the honorable city within that Mars bestowed in my heart. BLOODY MARS! Hear Me! Look upon my valiant brothers and sisters! Look upon me! COMFORTABLE SLAVERY IS IGNOMINY! DEATH IS NOTHING! THE FIGHT IS EVERYTHING! WATCH US CONQUER! CERTAIN VICTORY!

In case you missed it: In May, we released Sayings of the Saxons, a collection of the most crucial poems and excerpts from the Old English corpus of wisdom literature. A real treasure trove of wise sayings. Here is one such saying, which mirrors something Mike has talked about at length on his Outlander podcast: Begin with that which is within thy might, for it is trustier to row beside the shore than to sail out at sea. https://www.imperiumpress.org/shop/sayings-of-the-saxons/

You will never regret being brave as much as you regret being tame. Bravery ruins things sometimes. Good. Some things need ruining. A tame life preserves everything except the man living it.

“Then out spake brave Horatius, The Captain of the gate: ‘To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late. And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers, And the temples of his Gods, ‘And for the tender mother Who dandled him to rest, And for the wife who nurses His baby at her breast, And for the holy maidens Who feed the eternal flame, To save them from false Sextus That wrought the deed of shame? ‘Hew down the bridge, Sir Consul, With all the speed ye may; I, with two more to help me, Will hold the foe in play. In yon strait path a thousand May well be stopped by three. Now who will stand on either hand, And keep the bridge with me? Then out spake Spurius Lartius; A Ramnian proud was he: ‘Lo, I will stand at thy right hand, And keep the bridge with thee.’ And out spake strong Herminius; Of Titian blood was he: ‘I will abide on thy left side, And keep the bridge with thee.’ ‘Horatius,’ quoth the Consul, ‘As thou sayest, so let it be.’ And straight against that great array Forth went the dauntless Three. For Romans in Rome’s quarrel Spared neither land nor gold, Nor son nor wife, nor limb nor life, In the brave days of old. Then none was for a party; Then all were for the state; Then the great man helped the poor, And the poor man loved the great: Then lands were fairly portioned; Then spoils were fairly sold: The Romans were like brothers In the brave days of old. Now Roman is to Roman More hateful than a foe, And the Tribunes beard the high, And the Fathers grind the low. As we wax hot in faction, In battle we wax cold: Wherefore men fight not as they fought In the brave days of old.” ― Thomas Babington Macaulay, Horatius

For all the talk of realpolitik, when faced with total annihilation and destruction, you fight to the last man. Nothing good will come from surrendering to this enemy.

You know I can’t really say anything more without just fed posting about killing them all, so I just won’t.

I will always recommend grappling/wrestling over boxing. I’m sorry striker chuds.