February 1945: Budapest lays in smoldering ruins after months of being encircled by the Red Army. Artillery shells rain down onto the snow covered streets of the city, indiscriminately targeting millions of civilians surrounded by a thin line of German and Hungarians soldiers. Desperation and starvation spreads like a plague throughout the city, only the occasional gliders piloted by Hitler Youth daredevils are able to bring in desperately needed relief.

"Festung Budapest'' or “Fortress Budapest” is the name given to the city as the outnumbered and starving defenders fight house to house to the final man. This embodied an existential struggle, as both the defenders and civilians faced total annihilation.

The last defenders then decide on a daring breakout attempt. Over 30,000 soldiers and civilians trekked through the grueling ice and snow, only to be intercepted by the waiting Soviet army. The escape quickly becomes a slaughter, as rockets rain down and machine gun fire sweeps through the waves of human bodies.

Those that do manage to get past the enemy defenses take refuge in the woodlands just outside the city. Pursued by relentless man hunts and low on supplies, many are lured out with the promise of food and humane treatment, but in typical Allied fashion, are then executed on the spot. Out of the 30,000 that tried to break out only 785 survived. Budapest fell shortly after and succumbed to a regime of terror, with mass executions and unspeakable tragedies committed day and night by Soviet forces.

This is why I decided to travel to Budapest, along with hundreds of nationalists from Hungary and beyond, standing in neatly formed ranks to pay our respects to the fallen heroes of that bloody struggle. History must remember the courage of Hungary's last defenders.

"We have the same enemies today, as we had 75 years ago," Matthias Deyda's voice thundered. This event is known as “A Day of Honor ''and has been an ongoing memorial for the last 20 years. Despite heavy handed attempts at repressing the event, including prohibitions on flying to this event, it was still reported as one of the largest turn outs in the events history.

This march is traditionally done in joint cooperation with German and Hungarian nationalists, but as the wreath laying ceremony took place it was clear that many more patriots from all over Europe came to show solidarity, much like the trans-national Waffen-SS did during the war itself. Delegations came from Russia, Bulgaria, France and other European countries, a symbol of overcoming petty jingoism in the name of Western defense.

The well organized event was hosted by Legio Hungary, a newer movement that has been steadily growing. The event went on without any issues, although there was a tiny counter demonstration by "antifa," who passed by the park. I walked over to take a look at the sorry sight of mentally ill men wearing pink bras over their clothes, along with a large denomination of unlovable cat ladies in pink vagina hats. I was surprised to see a lack of militant black clad antifa that is far more common in more liberal nations like France, Britain and Germany. It seems the left's push against masculinity and its never ending promotion of feminism has crowded out any real men from their movement, and they are instead doubling down on Brussels backed, Soros-sponsored Starbucks activists dragged along by their blue haired girlfriends. I looked on at the nasty liberals passing by as they beat drums and twerked their way down the street. “What were they celebrating?” I wondered, “the murder of thousands of their own people?” It was clear their only purpose was to march on the graves of countless innocent people killed in cold blood.

As we left the commemoration hundreds of men dressed in Wehrmacht and Hungarian uniforms came to also pay respects and pass through the park. This was part of a grueling 60 kilometer march that followed the same path the soldiers took on that fateful winter night in 1945.

Night set upon the city and my next stop was a NSHC concert with bands like “Green Arrows” performing for a joyous and solidarity infused crowd, who drank merrily and enthusiastically sang along with every word. I found out that me and my comrade were the only Americans to ever attend the day's events, and many were surprised that we didn't resemble the movie American History X or like the overweight klansmen that some European nationalists associate with the US scene. We were warmly greeted as honored guests by our new comrades and invited to take part in the candle lighting ceremony that would take place the next night along the streets where some of the most vicious fighting occurred.

What impressed me most and what I realized is this commemoration was a grassroots effort by nationalists and patriots. It started in 1997 with less than 200 people. Today it attracts comrades from all over the continent and now from across the Atlantic.

To me this is something I think we're missing in our American scene, our own days of honor to bring American nationalists from all different groups and states together in solidarity. I know our history has been heavily perverted and we may not have events as dramatic as the breakout of Budapest or Dresden (another day of commemoration) but we do have heroes and martyrs in our history too. Battles like “Custer's last stand” or for the victims of the many race riots that left our people dead like in Detroit in 1943 and 1967 or even something like the Ludlow massacre where federal agents taking orders from corporations killed white striking workers demanding the 8 hour work should be etched in our national consciousness rather than taken for granted.

Under our neoliberal regime honoring our forefathers is a radical act. Our foes desperately try to scrub away our history removing statues, censoring information and the pouring out of endless propaganda, all aimed at making us a stateless and raceless people. That is why it's more important than ever to not let the deeds of the past be forgotten. As Kurt Eggers once said “ the actions of the brave become the torches of tomorrow.”

something i wrote for the festung Budapest event that i attended few years back

I only throw up Roman's for special occasions, but on this day visiting Sparta, a bus full of Americans got out to see the statue of Leonidas. Almost all were there just because they saw the movie 300 and wanted to geek out on social media showing off (not understanding how much these men would have hated them). A few female fat bodies looked to be exceptionally liberal ,short hair cut , silly tattoos on their ham leg shaped arms, and just a face of blissful ignorance of where they were. So rather than let these creatures disgrace the memory of this hero by blotting out the statue with their pulled pork bodies we decided to take continuous pictures throwing Romans for 20 mins straight, while shouting to eachother how happy we were to be in birth place of fascism. This one couple was visibly soy raging among themselves and even mumbled something before walking away with out getting a photo. It was Retvrn of the 80s jock bullies, and we took the day. Always flex on bugmen.

Once again it really shocks them when you have good appearance and just be casually fascist in front of them we were not being vulgar or directly confrontational but laughing in their faces and joking around which really they cannot comprehend. Media likes to picture us as some nerdy incels shaking with rage not normal guys having a good time, traveling around etc, lastly I hope that next time they look at a ancient statue they see it as a symbol of fascism and think of us and turn away in shame.

America is the closest its been to starting a world war, and the politicians could really care less they are so detached from reality its  something that i dont think can be found anywhere else in the world. I wonder if in the last days of Rome looked similar?

Flashback- fist American to show up to an event like this in Serbia. It was a fundraiser for the veterans of the Kosovo war. When i first arrived being an American I was met with eyebrows raised and hostile looks, but after speaking with the veterans one on one , sharing few shots of rakjia we all agreed we hate global homo and got along . Of course I had to make a name for myself took first place in a sport competition 😎 but then gave the trophy to one of the veterans as his deeds during that conflict deserved a movie. At the end of the night i explained what happened to myself and the guys from RAM defending ourselves and others from Antifa scum and now our guys were in prison, So they wanted to show support for guys they never met but only herd of and organized making a banner showing a brotherhood of nationalists. This might be the only time in Serbia that something like that ever happened. This day i will forever Remember🇷🇸🇺🇸

I normally like to come in first place in all I do, but the top 3 will suffice😁. This is from a terror list put out by one of the largest UK newspapers (the sun). This list has Islamist that have killed hundreds if not thousands of people, but just me pushing a positive message , crafting a mainstream looking nationalist counter culture, was a bigger threat in their eyes. I would like to point out that I never had to engage in being an edge lord  looking for shock attention, nor am i vulgar in my messaging. For the last few years, i have only focused on what I see as an attractive course of action to bring in quality guys into our scene using various approaches such as art, music, and video. Point is, if you think you always need to be shocking or be a edgelord to make an impact, you are mistaken, and oftentimes, it is a more simple approach that truly strikes fear in enemies. Whenever I work on a project, I never once consider what our foes will think. My only concern is how our guys will perceive it.

Healthy activist culture

Fredrik Vejdeland shares some thoughts about what constitutes a healthy activist culture, based on observations of the Rise Above Movement from America.

https://nordicresistancemovement.org/healthy-activist-culture/

old RAM footage dug up, some messing around with the crew, 3 on 1. 😁

Next episode going through the (( justice system)) as a young white lad in NYC.

some light sparring from awhile back with a literal GIANT 😆😆