Wednesday, 13 September 2017

...and cannot come again

          XL (40)

          Into my heart an air that kills
           From yon far country blows:
          What are those blue remembered hills,
           What spires, what farms are those?

          That is the land of lost content,
           I see it shining plain,
          The happy highways where I went
           And cannot come again.

                       Alfred Edward Housman, A shropshire Lad.

Saturday, 2 September 2017

The truth and the way

All life is a product of will; Will to survive, will to procreate, will to fight, will to sacrifice, will to power.
 Where will is lacking life is lacking.
Just as all life arises and continues through will, all power to act in life is a manifestation of Will.
All power and the will that creates it must eventually be expressed as physical violence when it encounters sufficient resistance.
 This is observable and irrefutable.
 Violence is natural law.
Honest violence is the ultimate expression of life/will/power and only the violent can honestly act.
 The merchant must buy violence.
 The weak must appeal to sentiment.
 Lacking direct violence of their own the merchant, the pathetic, the seductive and the soft will always try to subvert the violent for their own convenience like a parasite that rewrites the brain of its host.
  Only the violent can honestly act but remember, healthy violence is a tool not a master and without a purpose it becomes degenerate.
 Violence contains no morality, it isn't right or wrong and carries no judgement. Violence is simply the fundamental mechanism that governs all life.
 Violence must be guided by will in accordance with natural law in the name of our people.
This is the truth and the way:
        Oh my brothers, the Universe belongs to violence and the violent will always rule it.
"It is not bad, it is high time,
Stark violence is still the sire of all the world’s values"
The Bloody Sire, Robinson Jeffers

Sunday, 20 August 2017


In amongst all the hatred, disgust and vengeance it is easy to forget what we are fighting for.
This is especially true of young men.
   We aren't fighting to establish tyranny, freedom, an economy or a political system.
   We are not merely fighting for survival on a superficial level or even on a personal one.
   This is as much a spiritual battle against weakness and degradation as a physical one against extinction.
   We are fighting for our family. Our men and women of all ages who have ever lived or will ever live, all functioning as a natural organic whole; our nation. We are fighting to transform our family into one that can live a natural life free from degeneracy both within and without.
   Living in accordance with logos not because it imposes itself upon us but by an act of will, to choose natural law because it is right and true.
   Neither rebelling against nature or victim of it.
   Animated by will, unified by love and duty, guided by natural law and the fierce morality of strength.
   Healthy, vigorous, hard, strong.

Saturday, 19 August 2017


If i am a 'bad' boy and i don't pretend the shit tastes like chocolate:
   verbal abuse, ostracism, unemployment, poverty, assault, prison, death,
If i am a 'good' boy and say thank you:
   In 30-50 years if I'm still alive and they dont just dump me on the street. Being left in my own filth for days and barely fed by non whites in a filthy 'retirement' home without the physical ability to act or resist. Watching my people and nation die.

Knowing this, what do they have to threaten me with?
Nothing they can do is worse than what is coming anyway.
If a man can be imprisoned and murdered for the most pathetic resistance why hold back?
What are we waiting for?

Friday, 18 August 2017


   We don't need everyone to be cookie cutter national socialists. We don't need them to understand perfectly. We don't need to go door to door dressed in brown shirts saying "hello, do you have five minutes to talk about our lord and saviour Adolf Hitler?"
   What we need is for our people to have a basic grasp of the fundamentals: Natural law vs degeneracy, race+ethnicity=nation, the morality of strength, our impending extinction and the internal and external causes of that, the betrayal and hypocrisy of our self proclaimed 'elites'.
   National socialists have been denied a platform for generations and the enemy controlled almost everything, including what a national socialist was meant to be. Why do so many refuse to use whatever platform they can to spread our simple and honest principles? Some seem to think that they are compromising these principles by standing on the same stage as a man who doesn't understand perfectly or disagrees. But i ask, how timid is our truth if it cannot be expressed outside of an echo chamber? If we say "i wont use social media because its not national socialist and because its degenerate!" we would be fools and we would still be unknown. They shut us down and your response is to retreat into an ivory tower. We stand against degeneracy and then surrender the soap box to the degenerates.
   I did not become a national socialist in one step, i became one gradually, we all did i expect. Personal disgust at degeneracy both within and without, realising that i was not alone, understanding that what i was seeing with my own eyes was happening everywhere, learning how much i have been lied to all my life by people who deserve to be ground into a paste screaming, righteous rage and hatred. All these things and more percolated through my awareness and awoke in me the Fascist world view and brought me to national socialism.
   Encountering the 14 sacred words for the first time hit me like a sledgehammer, i knew nothing about national socialism at the time but i knew these words were right:


We don't need to build awareness out of whole cloth, nor do we need to dot every 'i' or cross every 't' we just need to get the simple, honest, natural ideas of national socialism and the Fascist world view out there and reality combined with the righteous disgust of men who are not completely depraved will do the rest. Nature itself WANTS us to be Fascist.

Tuesday, 15 August 2017

Shit and Chocolate

If you want to break a man you tell an obvious falshood and force the man to accept it. This erodes his will, destroys his internal sense of reality and truth and makes him reliant on you for these things instead. The more extreme and disgusting the falshood, the more it contrasts with reality, the more devastating it is when he submits and the more control you subsequently have over him.
   Now take a look around you.
   Their is no act of depravity that we are not expected to be grateful for.
   They have created an entire world view whose purpose is to mould us into what they want; weak, docile, degenerate, perverted, dead. They arnt shy about it, they are proud of it and they tell us that somehow its for our own good.
   They celebrate chasing the last white man down.
   Sex and sexuality, family, home and nation, our very blood, truth, reality itself all re-written, all lied about, all twisted into disgusting parodies of themselves. Dont you fucking hate it?
   And we have to say thank you dont we? If we object in anyway we are guilty.
   Even the most timid objection is forbidden.
   Words and media plaster over our healthy disgust and we should be pleased.
We are being force fed shit and told that its chocolate.

A Warriors Creed

I have no parents--I make the heavens and earth my parents.
I have no home--I make awareness my home.
I have no life or death--I make the tides of breathing my life and death.
I have no divine power--I make honesty my divine power.
I have no means--I make understanding my means.
I have no magic secrets--I make character my magic secret.
I have no body--I make endurance my body.
I have no eyes--I make the flash of lightening my eyes.
I have no ears--I make sensibility my ears.
I have no limbs--I make promptness my limbs.
I have no strategy--I make "unshadowed by thought" my strategy.
I have no designs--I make "seizing opportunity by the forelock" my design.
I have no miracles--I make right-action my miracles.
I have no principles--I make adaptability to all circumstances my principles.
I have no tactics--I make emptiness and fullness my tactics.
I have no talents--I make ready wit my talent.
I have no friends--I make my mind my friend.
I have no enemy--I make carelessness my enemy.
I have no armor--I make benevolence and righteousness my armor.
I have no castle--I make immovable-mind my castle.
I have no sword--I make absence of self my sword.
                                                         Anonymous, Japan, fourteenth century