Thank you to Dire Dogs Den for this magnificent piece, wife is already jealous, so I'll probably need another one for her soon.

No More Sheepdogs, Now We Fight Like Wolves

"The militant must concern himself with his style of life, there by becoming an example and raising the awareness, through deeds and not words, of whomever is internally prepared to accept the nationalist path" Handbook Of Traditional Living

Future white countries will have to put a law in their constitution/legal code that says its legal for any citizen to take the life of any minority for any reason whatsoever including pure bigotry/malice/etc, AND that its 100% legal PLUS theres an untaxed cash bounty of 50% the median annual income (to account for inflation) to kill ANY politician or public servant who attempts to introduce ANY law that even remotely HINTS at abolishing/changing this rule, even if thats every single currently serving politician and it also applies retroactively.

This is the only way to future-proof legislation in white nations. The American Founders literally spelled out their intent in plain english, and mfers still fucked it up

(Attention palantir, this is for a themed pretend-nation on the game nationstatesdotcom‼️‼️)

“Legionary life is beautiful, not because of riches, partying or the acquisition of luxury, but because of the noble comradeship which binds all Legionaries in a sacred brotherhood of struggle" - CZC @SWFLAC

“But what first motivated me wasn’t anything I read. I just got mad seeing the machines ripping up the woods”

"Waahh the govt wont let me stripmine the forest or build an airbnb on the waterfall, so we should sell it blackrock to build a walmart favela town instead, that would be so much more profitable"

Libertarians should be deported into the fucking sun

Whenever people talk about having gold and "precious" metals as a main collapse investment, I laugh and sneer.
A man who will slit your throat to take all you have does not care about the gold you will offer him.
Invest in forested land. In seed. In bullet. In actual usable supplies like nails and old steel hammers and manual drills. Invest in distillery equipment, in food freeze driers. Invest your time in building a militant tribe that can care for your wife and children. Invest in a barbell and a plate set. Invest in your spirit.

You know my opinion about the orchestrated effort to demonize jocks in popular media in the 1990's - 2010's. But I think this was also true generally for surfers, skaters, hillbillies, and bikers, especially in the 1990's era when those scenes were very alive. These group basically operate as exclusive isolationists, seeing themselves as isolated in-groups distinct from outsiders, predominantly white, and therefore viewed as groups of collective strength. So the surfers were demonized as beach hippies, skaters were demonized as urban criminals, hillbillies demonized as idiot hodunks, and bikers demonized as hardcore drug criminals (the few legitimate examples were extrapolated). The reality is that these groups represent collections of individuals far more physically and organizationally capable than the average lone person who just clocks in and out of work and watches sportsball after hours. I realized this when doing some research into surfer culture - many of them have basically local gangs that would scare tourists away from their beaches. These outlier groups needed to be demonized lest they become idolized. The system doesn't want you idolizing ungovernable organizations.

In the Styrbjarnar þáttr Svíakappa, Eiríkr inn sigrsæli says “Óðinn á yðr alla”, Odin owns you all, before he sacrifices his enemies to Odin. In the Gautreks saga, Starkaðr says “Nú gef ek þik Óðni”; now I give you to Odin. Things to keep in mind for blóts of our own. ᚬ

The masked agent digs through my pocket, pulls out an ID, and barks,
"Are you Robert Rundo?"

I can’t answer. Not yet. My lungs are still somewhere on the floor of that Bucharest gym, where they body-slammed me hard enough to crack a rib.

" ja sam Hrvat. Ne govorim engleski," I wheeze.
The agent looked around at his crew, confused all because I coughed out a Balkan accent Then the only one without a mask, a state-issued face steps forward.

"No matter," he says, thick Romanian accent. "We do interrogation. We find truth. "

Truth?

Try this:

Six years on the run.
Six years of names I barely remember,
A girl in Serbia loved one of them. She cried when that version of me vanished.
Friends made and lost.
Everything I owned reduced to what I could carry.
Photos, books all dead weight.

And now here I am, flat on my back, six counter-terror agents breathing down my neck.
In the corner, an old man with wired headphones stretches like nothing’s happening.

Life just goes on.
Even when yours doesn’t

The Wild Hunt is an important myth from my homeland. It is the most horrific legend, yet the most primal and savage from an age of conquerors, dog headed bandits, undead kings and witches.

The army of the dead is myth that still fascinates us.

To explain our eternal fascination with the fallen army is actually easy.

The wild hunt is tied deeply in every man's soul. It is an army of warriors, werewolves and ancient heroes that for one night, roams howling across the land, remembering the poor civilized souls that we are still out there keeping up the good fight.

Many of us and from other tribes were and are still demonized, banned, stopped by the lords of this world simply because we are not willing to quit in our pursuit.

Don't quit the pursue of honor and everything that shines in a world of shadows.

It doesn't matter if you are a pure traditionalist, a crusader zealot or a primal savage. Don't betray yourself.

And in the darkest hour, a Fallen Army will rise from the depths of your blood.

There is a behavior that truly is a sin in the worst sense possible.

In the true biblical meaning.

Cowardice.
Cowardice spawns from the need to be something or someone, but without the will to shut the fuck up and become such a thing.

It is the only true reward of a life spent kneeling to the cult of transaction.

It is accepting the great lie for a greater comfort.
It is ignoring reality.

Face the world.
You can truly change it.
Start from the first brick and realize you can win or learn, but never being truly defeated.

Challenge is life.

Look at what they have done, white man...
None of these niggers feel remorse.
This is the reality of living around their people.
This is why we don't relax around blacks.
This is why we live militantly and don't regard them as people.
They'll do this to you too.
Enough showing them patience, do not make them feel welcome in public spaces.
This will happen more and more often if we don't take action to fix it ourselves.
Let this be (yet another) wake up call...