The first version of the Flag of Montreal from 1935. It was changed to include the Fleur-de-lis in 1939.

The reason no one is being arrested despite the Epstein files showing targeted murder, rape and cannibalism towards white Europeans is because it’s ALL of them. They are all guilty. As nationalists it’s imperative we never capitulate knowing the pure evil in the world we must protect our people from. Use it as motivation. Don’t just talk, build. We must aim to build things such as charities and NGO’s that aim to work in favour of our people, we lack the infrastructure that our political opponents have.

The East will rise again!⚡️

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"Naturally, we believe in our race. Every man or woman who is worth anything, just as they believe in their family, also believes in their race. But believing in your race or your family does not mean that you want to harm other races or families."

~ Oswald Mosley

Prime Minister Wisdom

A simple and eternal principle of life from Sir Wilfrid Laurier.

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Sidonius wrote that the Saxons would gladly face the perils of the sea and sail through storms so they could attack when you least expected them, and considered shipwrecks to be mere practice.
That's the attitude that shapes history, right there.
Painting by Angus McBride. ᛉ
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Members of the Nationalist 13 Vanguard took to Grimsby, Ontario once again with two banners. One saying "Mass Deportations Now" the other "Support White Workers"

Thank you, Grimsby. The amount of honks and thumbs up we received from drivers makes us want to keep returning.

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With recent events come to light I feel this strikes ever more true.

The pull of such a little thing Has never felt so strong, Your tiny hands around my own, Assure me I’ll do no wrong.
I vow to you, oh little ones, To guard through all our days, Until the monsters drawing near Are lost in death’s cold gaze.
The sun now dances over you, And deep within my chest, I feel your blood—our kingdom’s crest— Its beauty manifest.
The patter of your little feet, Like drums of future might, Shall echo loud and long one day, A beacon in the night.
They know not yet the fear we bring, But soon shall come the hour, When foes will tremble at your name, Awoken in your power.
The pull of such a little thing Has shaped this world anew, For in your gaze, I find my strength, And all I am is you.