Forwarded from White Canada
The Anti-White system used a useful idiot tiktoker to have a member of Frontenac Active Club doxxed and fired. This man is a former Olympian who has now lost his coaching job for the crime of being a Nationalist. Please donate if you can.
https://www.givesendgo.com/Zardo
https://www.givesendgo.com/Zardo
Forwarded from Canadian Cultural Revival
Giulio Zardo: Canadian Olympian and nationalist.
Zardo was born in Montreal, and studied science at Concordia University. Zardo began his athletic career as a football player, where he represented Canada at the Global Junior Championship in Atlanta, in 2000. He was also an avid power lifter.
In August 2001 bobsled pilot, Yannick Morin walked into a gym Montreal, and asked the owner who the strongest, and fastest person in the gym was. The owner pointed to Zardo.
Within a year he was off to the 2002 Olympics in Salt Lake City, Utah.
Zardo was the brakeman for the Canadian bobsleigh team.
At six foot one, 238 pounds he was able to press above 450 pounds, and squat above 680 pounds. Zardo's fitness earned him the repuation as one of the sport's strongest pushers.
He won silver at the FIBT World Bobsleigh Championship in Lake Placid in 2003, and won gold the following year in Germany.
Zardo continues to serve Canada as a nationalist.
Zardo was born in Montreal, and studied science at Concordia University. Zardo began his athletic career as a football player, where he represented Canada at the Global Junior Championship in Atlanta, in 2000. He was also an avid power lifter.
In August 2001 bobsled pilot, Yannick Morin walked into a gym Montreal, and asked the owner who the strongest, and fastest person in the gym was. The owner pointed to Zardo.
Within a year he was off to the 2002 Olympics in Salt Lake City, Utah.
Zardo was the brakeman for the Canadian bobsleigh team.
At six foot one, 238 pounds he was able to press above 450 pounds, and squat above 680 pounds. Zardo's fitness earned him the repuation as one of the sport's strongest pushers.
He won silver at the FIBT World Bobsleigh Championship in Lake Placid in 2003, and won gold the following year in Germany.
Zardo continues to serve Canada as a nationalist.
Forwarded from North American Division | Clann Éireann
The mother of one of our Division members recently peacefully passed away.
After a long legal battle with the state, the soulless cronies cancelled her life insurance.
As her only son and heir, he is left to handle the funeral costs by himself.
Please pray for our comrade and his mother and donate what you can during this difficult time. Go raibh míle maith agaibh.
https://gofund.me/97c920664
After a long legal battle with the state, the soulless cronies cancelled her life insurance.
As her only son and heir, he is left to handle the funeral costs by himself.
Please pray for our comrade and his mother and donate what you can during this difficult time. Go raibh míle maith agaibh.
https://gofund.me/97c920664
gofundme.com
Donate to Honoring Janice Jones with a Loving Farewell, organized by Cody Jones
My mother, Janice Jones passed away on 3/5/2026.
We have been down a … Cody Jones needs your support for Honoring Janice Jones with a Loving Farewell
We have been down a … Cody Jones needs your support for Honoring Janice Jones with a Loving Farewell
“Indeed, the truth that many people never understand, until it is too late, is that the more you try to avoid suffering, the more you suffer, because smaller and more insignificant things begin to torture you, in proportion to your fear of being hurt. The one who does most to avoid suffering is, in the end, the one who suffers the most: and his suffering comes to him from things so little and so trivial that one can say that it is no longer objective at all. It is his own existence, his own being, that is at once the subject and the source of his pain, and his very existence and consciousness is his greatest torture.”
~Thomas Merton
~Thomas Merton
Forwarded from Blair Cottrell 🇦🇺
This study found that immigration directly lowers local birth rates among families who rent, by driving up the price of rentals & increasing the financial strain of child-bearing.
The study is economic number-crunching, so it doesn’t even begin to explore the compounding effect increased crime, high congestion and lower trust has on the incentive among locals to start a family.
This is official and documented evidence and it’s been public since 2018. Those still pushing mass immigration today know exactly what they’re doing.
https://link.springer.com/article/10.1186/s40176-018-0126-6
The study is economic number-crunching, so it doesn’t even begin to explore the compounding effect increased crime, high congestion and lower trust has on the incentive among locals to start a family.
This is official and documented evidence and it’s been public since 2018. Those still pushing mass immigration today know exactly what they’re doing.
https://link.springer.com/article/10.1186/s40176-018-0126-6
Forwarded from Ordo Atlantica
From sea to shining sea, Our blood has fallen since time began, Now it boils, a storm unleashed, a fire within the man. Our energy stirs and grows, too strong to cage, Its rhythm beats within our hearts, a pulse that fuels our rage.
From sea to shining sea, Our blood has fallen since time began, I see their sneers, I hear their cheers, As our kin slip through their hands. We are not like those who bend, whose pride succumbs to sway, For honor burns within our souls, unbroken in the fray.
We are no dying ember, no flicker in the dark, But flames that light the ages, igniting ancient sparks.
Our fury is a righteous call, our fight a sacred creed, For we, like anchors in the storm, defy the tides of greed. We vow to guard the unborn kin who slumber in the earth, Their legacy, a roaring fire, to rise and claim their worth.
We will not falter, will not break; our steps will march unbound, Through gale and shore, our promise will resound. From sea to shining sea, Our blood has fallen since time began.
From sea to shining sea, Our blood has fallen since time began, I see their sneers, I hear their cheers, As our kin slip through their hands. We are not like those who bend, whose pride succumbs to sway, For honor burns within our souls, unbroken in the fray.
We are no dying ember, no flicker in the dark, But flames that light the ages, igniting ancient sparks.
Our fury is a righteous call, our fight a sacred creed, For we, like anchors in the storm, defy the tides of greed. We vow to guard the unborn kin who slumber in the earth, Their legacy, a roaring fire, to rise and claim their worth.
We will not falter, will not break; our steps will march unbound, Through gale and shore, our promise will resound. From sea to shining sea, Our blood has fallen since time began.
Forwarded from Canada Manifest
Forwarded from LeighStewy
🍀 There’s something about St. Patrick’s Day that just feels right at home here in Atlantic Canada.
Long before the parades and the green gear took over, Irish families were already putting down roots across New Brunswick—clearing land, building homesteads, settling in along the rivers, and helping shape the towns and communities.
That Irish thread never really left. You still see it in the family names, in the old church cemeteries, in the fiddle tunes, and that quiet, stubborn kindness that feels so much like home. It’s woven right into the fabric of who we are—right alongside our Scottish, Acadian, and Loyalist neighbours.
It’s not something you have to look hard for. It’s just... there. In the way people show up for one another, in the stories passed down, in the pride we take in this place.
So here’s to everyone across New Brunswick and all of Atlantic Canada—happy St. Patrick’s Day. May the road rise to meet you, and the kettle always be on.
Long before the parades and the green gear took over, Irish families were already putting down roots across New Brunswick—clearing land, building homesteads, settling in along the rivers, and helping shape the towns and communities.
That Irish thread never really left. You still see it in the family names, in the old church cemeteries, in the fiddle tunes, and that quiet, stubborn kindness that feels so much like home. It’s woven right into the fabric of who we are—right alongside our Scottish, Acadian, and Loyalist neighbours.
It’s not something you have to look hard for. It’s just... there. In the way people show up for one another, in the stories passed down, in the pride we take in this place.
So here’s to everyone across New Brunswick and all of Atlantic Canada—happy St. Patrick’s Day. May the road rise to meet you, and the kettle always be on.
Forwarded from Canadian Cultural Revival
Celtic Cross monument dedicated to the Irish settlers of Nova Scotia. Located in Halifax.
Forwarded from Folkish Europe
Weak parents should not procreate.
Because their children would inherit their inferior qualities, they would have no strength to lead a meaningful life, or in any way contribute to the state.
— Plato, Republic
@FolkishEurope
Forwarded from Nationalist-13
Community activists of the Nationalist 13 Vanguard in Kingston, Ontario.
Join the Vanguard: NS13_88@protonmail.com
Join the Vanguard: NS13_88@protonmail.com