Homeland Defence

Knockout Game? Let's play, niggers....

Direct Action

“We are entering a time when acts must follow words.”

Dominique Venner (1935-2013)

Reds Don't Surf !

Seek Order in Disorder

...and find opportunity in chaos

The pace quickens. The speed at which decline is occurring is a topic of debate within our circles. Some predict a speedy fall, precipitated by calamitous event. Disorder and war prevail. Others point to a slower descent, an undulating pattern over many years. This model, one can argue, does not take into account the effect of random variables of such singularity and magnitude they send System reeling and tumbling into the dirt. Recall the economic crisis. Hints of systemic problems persisted, but few paid them much attention, and when disaster ensued, most (but not all) were caught unprepared. For this reason we are partial to the first model. The demise of Occupied America is likely to be swift and bloody, like a bullet in the face. One can only hope and dream, that is.

Get ready. However it plays out, you would do well to have a plan. The action is certain to be local. Focus on your circle of influence, that which you can control. Network with like-minded people. And be sure to keep a list of useful information collected on your field research trips. Keep note of the location and movement of adversaries in your community. As you know, the past few decades have been a period of gradually intensifying hatreds and humiliations imposed on our civilisation. The impending instability represents a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to get our own back. Be prepared--and be prepared to act swiftly and decisively. Be bold and take what is yours. The age of the warlord approaches. It's like 1913 all over again.

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French Nationalist Style

I'm Hatin' It

To Be A Rebel

To exist is to defy all that threatens you. To be a rebel is not to accumulate a library of subversive books or to dream of fantastic conspiracies or of taking to the hills. It is to make yourself your own law. To find in yourself what counts. To make sure that you’re never “cured” of your youth. To prefer to put everyone up against the wall rather than to remain supine. To pillage whatever can be converted to your law, without concern for appearance.

Dominique Venner (1935-2013)

¡Viva La Muerte!

The Outlaws

'We marched through the suburbs. Greetings and flowers were showered on us; a great many people stood in the streets and waved; and a few houses were decorated with flags. We realised that life flowed in other channels here and was on a different level of refinement--a refinement that matched ill with our rough boots and dirty hands. We knew that our desires did not extend to the things that were treasured in these places--things that were the result of years of culture--good breeding, personal freedom, pride in one's work, open-mindedness--all these were exposed to the onslaught of a greedy mob; and we were willing to defend them because we knew that their loss would be irreparable.'

Ernst von Salomon, The Outlaws (1930)

Greek Nationalist Style

Hunting Kit

N is for Nationalist

Identitarian Dream

'The parties, the lodges, the unions, the schools, the churches--in short, all who fatten themselves on the fodder of the System resent the identitarian argument from the outset as an intolerable threat. This hypersensitive reaction will not surprise the lucid minds that have known for a long time that the bio-cultural reality is, in fact, the only one that may instantly threaten all the confused minds of the universalist dogma: the messianic Judeo-Christian head; the ideologically liberal head; and the individualistic, technocratic and plutocratic economic head. And it will not surprise attentive minds, either, that the identitarian dream has always entailed the collapse of all the empires that were not organic, the last to date being the Soviet empire. And, finally, it will not surprise those who know perfectly well that the next one is Uncle Sam's.'

Pierre Krebs, Fighting For The Essence (2012)

National Resistance

Nationalist Tribute

I recently donned a black Lacoste polo shirt (at left) in tribute to my Greek Nationalist comrades who achieved significant electoral success over the weekend. Well done! Good show. As I keep telling you, although it is prudent for now to play the game, ultimately the current crisis will be solved by extra-political means. You know it, I know it. I think it is noteworthy therefore that the Greek Nationalists have in their ranks former serving members of paramilitary units that fought on the side of our Serbian brothers in the 1990s. We'll get our civilisation back. It's only a matter of time. And, inevitably, bloodshed.

Prussian Spirit

Why I Am Not A Conservative

The removal of the English writer John Derbyshire from the neo-conservative journal National Review has marked a breaking point. Derbyshire's crime was penning an article at Takimag (listed in links below) revealing certain truths about African behaviour in civilised societies. And for that he had to go. It was inevitable.

I'm done with NR and mainstream conservatism, and have been for a long while. There was a time I picked up a copy of the magazine every week whilst passing through Grand Central Terminal, but I have not read it in over fifteen years. I haven't visited the website since the early 2000s. Every issue of NR seemed like just another installment in the long surrender to the Left. But capitulation is the story of postwar conservatism, both in the US and Britain.

As you know, I have a bit of history with NR, more than twenty years ago in New York City. Even then the NR staff came across as a bunch of faux-snobs and social-climbing pantywaists. I remember one of them in particular, a young Georgetown University grad who wore a fedora and pouty-lipped sneer; his face consistently warranted a punch, which to my regret I didn't deliver. The 'Vile Bodies' parties in Manhattan in the late 1980s, where the chubby David Brooks was known to put in an appearance, were notable for their stuffiness and Waugh-games, beTweeded costume clowns playing dress-up and puffing on Chesterton pipes. The old Jesuit priests of my acquaintance--long-solicited by the nascent neocon crowd in NYC--privately despised them. Later on I got to know some of the new crew that William F. Buckley, Jr. brought into the fold, including certain highly irritating hyper-Catholic writers. As for WFB, I often saw him at Mass at St. Catherine's in Riverside, CT, an old, sloppy, greasy-haired son of a bitch.

Conservatives are not only not up to the task of defending the West, they are directly complicit in its subversion. They are traitors and should be treated as such. They are far more interested in getting an invite to the right parties or getting into the right graduate school. And this is exactly why “conservatism” is losing, and will continue to lose, even as it claims to be winning by suppressing the likes of John Derbyshire, Peter Brimelow, Patrick Buchanan, Joseph Sobran, and Sam Francis. Francis wrote a book excoriating the GOP (which he called the 'stupid party') and the mainstream conservative movement titled Beautiful Losers. Losers, indeed. Conservatives are betas in bow ties, manginas in madras, pussies in blazers and side-partings. Conservatives are a fucking joke.

I am not a conservative because there is nothing left to conserve. Conservatism is slave ideology for yesterday's men. Conservatives lack the strength, guts, bloodlust, and killer instinct that make winners. I advocate radical, revolutionary change that would make your head spin. I long for force and violence, which, as you well know, is the only way to uphold civilisation. Defending it is a perpetual struggle best left to those who are willing to kill for it. May I let you in on a secret? I dream of war, show trials, separation, liberation, and traitors' corpses hanging from live oaks. But I suppose I'm getting ahead of myself here.

If Nationalists are to prevail, we first must take on the conservatives. And then the white liberals. Especially the white liberals. Their time will come. My (unsolicited) advice to young Nationalists is to finish university, get a job or found a company, start a family, buy property, infiltrate the power centres. Begin the long march. And above all, network as if your life depended on it. Which, in a way, it does. If you notice a tall, handsome, stylish chap lifting weights at the club or practising marksmanship at the local range, in a suit of Tweed, that would be me. I would be pleased to help ease you and yours into the new paradigm. But understand one thing. Ultimately the question is: Are you willing to do whatever it takes to win? That is the only question that matters. Search your heart for the answer. And cultivate your killer instinct. At some point the gloves must come off and we face our adversaries.

We're all Rhodesians now.

Modern Diagnosis

"The liberal professes to do all he does for the sake of the people; but he destroys the sense of community that should bind outstanding men to the people from which they spring. The people should naturally regard the outstanding man, not as an enemy but as a representative sample of themselves.

Liberalism is the party of upstarts who have insinuated themselves between the people and its big men. Liberals feel themselves as isolated individuals, responsible to nobody. They do not share the nation’s traditions, they are indifferent to its past and have no ambition for its future. They seek only their own personal advantage in the present. Their dream is the great International, in which the differences of peoples and languages, races and cultures will be obliterated. To promote this they are willing to make use, now of nationalism, now of pacificism, now of militarism, according to the expediency of the moment. Sceptically they ask: “What are we living for?” Cynically they answer: “Just for the sake of living!”
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Liberalism has undermined civilization, has destroyed religions, has ruined nations. Primitive peoples know no liberalism. The world is for them a simple place where one man shares with another. Instinctively they conceive existence as a struggle in which all those who belong in any way to one group must defend themselves against those who threaten them.

Great states have always held liberalism in check. When a great individual arose amongst them who gave the course of their history a new direction, they have been able to incorporate him into their tradition, to make his achievements contribute to their continuity.

Nations who had ceased to feel themselves a people, who had lost the state-instinct, gave liberalism its opportunity. The masses allowed an upper crust to form on the surface of the nation. Not the old natural aristocracy whose example had created the state; but a secondary stratum, a dangerous, irresponsible, ruthless, intermediate stratum which had thrust itself between. The result was the rule of a clique united only by self-interest who liked to style themselves the pick of the population, to conceal the fact that they consisted of immigrants and nouveaux riches, of freedmen and upstarts. They did not care whether their arrogance and new-won privilege was decked out with the conceptions of feudal or of radical ideology, though they preferred a delicate suggestion of aristocracy. But they found it most effective and successful to style themselves democrats."

Arthur Moeller van den Bruck, Germany’s Third Empire (1934)

Law Of The Sword

"The time of conquest is over. Now is the time of reconquest, inner and outer: the reappropriation of our memory and our space: and what a space! Fourteen time zones on which the sun never sets. From Brest to the Bering Straits, it is truly the Empire of the Sun, the very space of the birth and expansion of the Indo-European people. To the south-east are our Indian cousins. To the east is the great Chinese civilization, which could decide to be our enemy or our ally. To the west, on the other side of the ocean: America whose desire will always be to prevent continental union. But will it always be able to stop it?
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Today we need more than morality. We need hypermorality, i.e., the Nietzschean ethics of difficult times. When one defends one’s people, i.e., one’s own children, one defends the essential. Then one follows the rule of Agamemnon and Leonidas but also of Charles Martel: what prevails is the law of the sword, whose bronze or steel reflects the glare of the sun. The tree, the rocket, the sword: three vertical symbols thrust from the ground towards the light, from the Earth to the Sun, animated by sap, fire, and blood."

Guillaume Faye, Mars & Hephaestus: The Return of History

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