The Last Man Revival

Terry Davis died on August 11, 2018 in The Dalles, Oregon, U.S. On the evening of August 11, 2018, while walking alongside railroad tracks in The Dalles, Oregon, Davis was struck and killed by a Union Pacific train. Investigators could not determine whether his death was suicide or accidental, although the train engineer believed his death to be a suicide. The police report stated that Davis was walking with his back toward the train and that he turned around before the moment of impact. When The Dalles Chronicle ran a story about an unnamed homeless man who was struck by a train, the newspaper was inundated with phone calls inquiring whether it was Davis, which the paper later confirmed in a follow-up piece.

Fly it like you stole it, king.

Life is an iterative process. A man's job is never truly finished until he's shrugged from this mortal coil. Today man sails through the path of one storm, and tomorrow he'll sail directly into the path of another, right into the mouth of catastrophe, because it's only in the eye of trouble that man can truly find calm.

Those who demand that others respect all lifestyle choices more often than not lead lives that aren't respectable. There's a certain breed of person whom cannot be approached or reasoned with in any capacity, and any calls to improve upon themselves go unanswered. They would rather subtract from their environment than add meaningfully to it. To them, the standards of others aren't a means of preserving or introducing beauty into this world, but rather only serve as obstacles between themselves and masking their inner ugliness from their detractors. They view beauty as wicked and cruel because they only see its opposite reflected back at them whenever they gaze upon the marvels that nature produces. There's no ambition to unearth the mysteries and wonders of life. Their curiosity is a black hole into which all things sink and slow. They would sooner strike the first match and watch a starving spark consume everything around them than rise to the occasion and become something better. They are already dead.

Babylon was built on fire and the bones of useless machines.

Decline is an old temptation of the European soul, the dark side of its tragic courage. In spite of the sun of Attica, Hesiod had already whispered the song of the twilight, before the bards took it back under the grey sky of the old Germania and the Celtic countries. It was this song that haunted Master Robert Wace, in his island of Jersey, one day as he traced on parchment the first lines of his Roman de Rou, in the middle of the 12th century: «All things hasten to decay All fall, all perish, all come to an end Man dieth, iron consumeth, wood decayeth Towers crumble, strong walls fall down, the rose withereth away...» Certainly. But also, all things come back, they are reborn, they live again. Children are born and succeed to fathers. And even if some generations would be forgetful and unfaithful, without them knowing it, through them life is transmitted and with it, a part of the heritage that other generations eager to return to the sources of the kingdom, beyond time, will find later on. 📖 History and Traditions of Europeans — Dominique Venner, 2002

Future generations will learn how to be a human by watching mandatory corporate training videos and attending seminars.

I feel as if there has been a death of sincerity. No one is sincere towards each other and themselves, it is as though the very concept has faded from memory. Everyone wants something, there's always some exterior motive. Acting simply because it is the right thing to do is rare, people are amazed when you want nothing from them and you give freely.

In a world increasingly occupied by monolithic atomism, where the convenience to indulge is parallel in comfort to the ability to "rebel," it is integral for those of us whose hearts yearn to fight the epochal avalanche opposing righteous souls expect nothing for our efforts. Do not expect respect, care, or quarter from the world for which you rebel from. You will be alone amongst complacent millions. You will be in exodus from the world loaned to you by the seemingly omnipotent odds that you fight, but when the time comes your struggle will be immortal. All cycles of history arrive at an end terminus. All humanity will tentatively gaze into the abyss with breaths held for the plunge ahead. We are now witnessing the dying days of a cycle of history: a slow and immensely excruciating death whose pain we suffer. Those who clutch their fists and dare the world's death will spearhead the capricious future. The brave, the determined, and the noble will wrest the earth, or seize everlasting life in the heavens.

Happy Killdozer Day.

Jordan Maxwell: “Nothing in this world operates the way you think it does. Banks do not loan money, governments are not empowered to protect you, the police department is not there to serve you, institutions of higher learning, colleges, and educational institutes are not there to educate you. The entire superstructure of civilization in the Western world is a combination of brilliantly put together and planned, well-planned, schemes to direct the minds of the people in such a way as to serve their masters.” 😎 @JustDudeChannel | @JustDudeChat

"Theo, Heinrich here. Have just shot down two bombers. No more ammunition. I'm going to ram. Auf Wiedersehen, see you in Valhalla!" These are the final words of the hero pictured above, Luftwaffe fighter ace Heinrich Ehrler, to his wingman. He died defending his nation. He embodies the heroic ideal. To quote Julius Evola: "The blood of the heroes is closer to God than the ink of the philosophers and the prayers of the faithful.", this is exactly the type of man that comes to mind when reading this quote. There isn't a shadow of a doubt that he sits among other heroes in that sacred place he intended on seeing his wingman Theo again one day.

Happy Easter, everyone.

🎵 Marin Marais — La Rêveuse (The Dreaming Girl)

Pu Yi was a unique man who was prepared for a legacy of luxury and to lead an ancient order destined to die. He was a man caught between a litany of traditions and a life of pampering and the dizzying realities of the modern world. Perhaps as the 61 year old man who for two decades until that point brushed aside red bannerettes and factory-produced trash lay ill upon his death bed, he said a 4,000 year old phrase that nobody in the world will ever mean again: "I was the Emperor of China."

Oh, wait. That's just a Wal-Mart. How embarrassing. I'm truly sorry about that, guys. Journo moment.

Fires erupt from a humanitarian aid center in Lviv, Western Ukraine after hours of heavy Russian artillery bombardment.