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“One of the penalties for refusing to participate in politics is that you end up being governed by your inferiors.” — Plato, The Republic

“One of the penalties for refusing to participate in politics is that you end up being governed by your inferiors.” — Plato, The Republic

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Access to White people is not a human right.

Access to White people is not a human right.

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“Some men are by nature free, and others slaves.” — Aristotle, Politics

“Some men are by nature free, and others slaves.” — Aristotle, Politics

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Never forget. Never forgive. Look back with anger. Steel your hearts for what comes next. We will take our nations back.

Never forget. Never forgive. Look back with anger. Steel your hearts for what comes next. We will take our nations back.

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“I hate equality. It is the lie of the prophets. No people is equal to another. No man is equal to another. I love the exceptional precisely because they are the exception.” —Baron Roman von Ungern-Sternberg

“I hate equality. It is the lie of the prophets. No people is equal to another. No man is equal to another. I love the exceptional precisely because they are the exception.” —Baron Roman von Ungern-Sternberg

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Where there is greatness, there is danger. The same fire that warms and illuminates also burns and consumes. For all creation bears its own destruction within it. The greater the fire, the greater the risk of being consumed by it.

Where there is greatness, there is danger. The same fire that warms and illuminates also burns and consumes. For all creation bears its own destruction within it. The greater the fire, the greater the risk of being consumed by it.

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Daily Reminder: Every one of your ancestors was more racist, more nationalistic, more tribal, and more xenophobic than you. They’d all be called evil “supremacists” today. They wouldn’t have cared, and neither should you!

Daily Reminder: Every one of your ancestors was more racist, more nationalistic, more tribal, and more xenophobic than you. They’d all be called evil “supremacists” today. They wouldn’t have cared, and neither should you!

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“A power can be overthrown only by another power, not by a principle, and no power that can confront money is left but this one. Money is overthrown and abolished only by blood.” — Oswald Spengler, The Decline of the West

“A power can be overthrown only by another power, not by a principle, and no power that can confront money is left but this one. Money is overthrown and abolished only by blood.” — Oswald Spengler, The Decline of the West

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“My spirit will rise from the grave and the world will know I was right.” —Adolf Hitler

“My spirit will rise from the grave and the world will know I was right.” —Adolf Hitler

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“The supreme nobility of a Roman emperor does not consist in being a master of slaves, but in being a lord of free men, who loves freedom even in those who serve him.” — Julius Evola, Revolt Against the Modern World

“The supreme nobility of a Roman emperor does not consist in being a master of slaves, but in being a lord of free men, who loves freedom even in those who serve him.” — Julius Evola, Revolt Against the Modern World

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“Bloodshed is a cleansing and a sanctifying thing, and the nation which regards it as the final horror has lost its manhood. There are many things more horrible than bloodshed; and slavery is one of them.” — Pádraic Pearse

“Bloodshed is a cleansing and a sanctifying thing, and the nation which regards it as the final horror has lost its manhood. There are many things more horrible than bloodshed; and slavery is one of them.” — Pádraic Pearse

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“Immortality is conditional. It is not for everyone. It must be gained through merciless struggle at every hour of every day of one’s life.” —Miguel Serrano

“Immortality is conditional. It is not for everyone. It must be gained through merciless struggle at every hour of every day of one’s life.” —Miguel Serrano

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“A power can be overthrown only by another power, not by a principle, and no power that can confront money is left but this one. Money is overthrown and abolished only by blood.” — Oswald Spengler, The Decline of the West

“A power can be overthrown only by another power, not by a principle, and no power that can confront money is left but this one. Money is overthrown and abolished only by blood.” — Oswald Spengler, The Decline of the West

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“God is beauty and Arno Breker is His prophet.” — Salvador Dalí

“God is beauty and Arno Breker is His prophet.” — Salvador Dalí

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“For spirit alone does not make noble; rather, there must be something to ennoble the spirit. What is that required? Blood.” —Friedrich Nietzsche, Twilight of the Idols

“For spirit alone does not make noble; rather, there must be something to ennoble the spirit. What is that required? Blood.” —Friedrich Nietzsche, Twilight of the Idols

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“Man is the most resilient of all animals. And the White race, which built our civilization, is the most resilient of all races.” — Alexis Carrel, Man, The Unknown

“Man is the most resilient of all animals. And the White race, which built our civilization, is the most resilient of all races.” — Alexis Carrel, Man, The Unknown

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“In the modern world, man becomes a slave to the feminine principle, seduced by images and illusions created by emotion and fantasy—decadent forms of eros.” —Julius Evola, Metaphysics of Sex The modern cult of equality has fixed its gaze upon the sexes. What had once been regarded as the polarity of man and woman, grounded in nature and consecrated by tradition, has been lowered to a counterfeit of sameness. Evola returned often to this inversion, discerning in it the same anti-hierarchical impulse that has disfigured every other sphere of life, and which, under the guise of liberation, has stripped both sexes of the dignity proper to their stations. What the age heralds as emancipation he judged to be a degradation, for feminism does not raise woman to her station but strips her of it, compelling her to abandon her essence in order to imitate man, while man himself, bereft of his higher path, sinks into a condition at once impoverished and grotesque. For Evola, culture was the victory of form over chaos, the conquest of the shapeless by order and measure. The city and the empire arose from the recognition of limits, of distinctions, of the rightful ranking of beings. Man attained his true stature as warrior and ascetic; woman realized her dignity as lover and mother. These types were not adversaries but counterparts, separate yet joined, each consecrated to the same principle of transcendence, each charged with its own path of heroism. In the sharpening of these forms, in the intensification of the masculine and the feminine, Europe attained its strength, and love retained its ancient dignity as a force at once generative and cosmic. There is also a beauty in the truth of form, for what is bound to nature and consecrated by tradition does not merely endure but shines. When the polarity of man and woman is clarified, when each fulfills the path proper to its essence, the result is not only strength but radiance. Beauty arises when limit is embraced, when form gives shape to matter, when order compels chaos into harmony. To behold such clarity is to glimpse truth itself, for truth and beauty are of one lineage, both testifying to the higher law that governs being. The modern age has broken this harmony. Bolshevism in the East proclaimed the equality of the sexes in the name of the collective. America in the West proclaimed the same in the name of emancipation. Beneath the opposing banners the result was alike: in one case, a promiscuous communality in which difference was dissolved, in the other, the masculinized woman of the factories and the salons. The poles collapsed, the bond was neutralized, eros was reduced to sterile companionship or the fleeting diversions of appetite. Evola named this impulse a radical pessimism, for beneath the assertion of equality lies the confession that woman, as woman, has no worth. She is compelled to take on the guise of man in order to claim value, and in so doing she forfeits the possibility of fulfillment. Man, in turn, is brutalized into a creature of appetite and utility, stripped of the higher forms once embodied in the ascetic and the warrior. Love itself, which depends upon polarity as fire depends upon the tension of elements, is extinguished, and with it the very possibility of renewal. What rises in its place is the gray world of neuter beings, uniform and without grandeur. Woman no longer appears as lover or as mother, but is driven into labor, into agitation, into pale imitations of intellectual life. Man no longer ascends as ascetic or warrior, but sinks into the tradesman, the showman, the brute. Thus the order of life is betrayed in its most intimate relation, and what once gave depth and height to being is consumed in the twilight of sameness. To revolt against this perversion is not to diminish woman but to restore her to her dignity. It is to affirm that difference and hierarchy are the ground of order, that polarity is the essence of love, that the higher destiny of mankind rests upon the distinction of the sexes. In defending this truth one does not merely preserve a passing custom, but upholds the principle of form itself. For in the bond of man and woman is mirrored the eternal strife of order with chaos, and in that strife the fate of the world is decided.

“In the modern world, man becomes a slave to the feminine principle, seduced by images and illusions created by emotion and fantasy—decadent forms of eros.” —Julius Evola, Metaphysics of Sex The modern cult of equality has fixed its gaze upon the sexes. What had once been regarded as the polarity of man and woman, grounded in nature and consecrated by tradition, has been lowered to a counterfeit of sameness. Evola returned often to this inversion, discerning in it the same anti-hierarchical impulse that has disfigured every other sphere of life, and which, under the guise of liberation, has stripped both sexes of the dignity proper to their stations. What the age heralds as emancipation he judged to be a degradation, for feminism does not raise woman to her station but strips her of it, compelling her to abandon her essence in order to imitate man, while man himself, bereft of his higher path, sinks into a condition at once impoverished and grotesque. For Evola, culture was the victory of form over chaos, the conquest of the shapeless by order and measure. The city and the empire arose from the recognition of limits, of distinctions, of the rightful ranking of beings. Man attained his true stature as warrior and ascetic; woman realized her dignity as lover and mother. These types were not adversaries but counterparts, separate yet joined, each consecrated to the same principle of transcendence, each charged with its own path of heroism. In the sharpening of these forms, in the intensification of the masculine and the feminine, Europe attained its strength, and love retained its ancient dignity as a force at once generative and cosmic. There is also a beauty in the truth of form, for what is bound to nature and consecrated by tradition does not merely endure but shines. When the polarity of man and woman is clarified, when each fulfills the path proper to its essence, the result is not only strength but radiance. Beauty arises when limit is embraced, when form gives shape to matter, when order compels chaos into harmony. To behold such clarity is to glimpse truth itself, for truth and beauty are of one lineage, both testifying to the higher law that governs being. The modern age has broken this harmony. Bolshevism in the East proclaimed the equality of the sexes in the name of the collective. America in the West proclaimed the same in the name of emancipation. Beneath the opposing banners the result was alike: in one case, a promiscuous communality in which difference was dissolved, in the other, the masculinized woman of the factories and the salons. The poles collapsed, the bond was neutralized, eros was reduced to sterile companionship or the fleeting diversions of appetite. Evola named this impulse a radical pessimism, for beneath the assertion of equality lies the confession that woman, as woman, has no worth. She is compelled to take on the guise of man in order to claim value, and in so doing she forfeits the possibility of fulfillment. Man, in turn, is brutalized into a creature of appetite and utility, stripped of the higher forms once embodied in the ascetic and the warrior. Love itself, which depends upon polarity as fire depends upon the tension of elements, is extinguished, and with it the very possibility of renewal. What rises in its place is the gray world of neuter beings, uniform and without grandeur. Woman no longer appears as lover or as mother, but is driven into labor, into agitation, into pale imitations of intellectual life. Man no longer ascends as ascetic or warrior, but sinks into the tradesman, the showman, the brute. Thus the order of life is betrayed in its most intimate relation, and what once gave depth and height to being is consumed in the twilight of sameness. To revolt against this perversion is not to diminish woman but to restore her to her dignity. It is to affirm that difference and hierarchy are the ground of order, that polarity is the essence of love, that the higher destiny of mankind rests upon the distinction of the sexes. In defending this truth one does not merely preserve a passing custom, but upholds the principle of form itself. For in the bond of man and woman is mirrored the eternal strife of order with chaos, and in that strife the fate of the world is decided.

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“My paradise is in the shadow of my sword.” —Friedrich Nietzsche, Ecce Homo

“My paradise is in the shadow of my sword.” —Friedrich Nietzsche, Ecce Homo

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“My paradise is in the shadow of my sword.” —Friedrich Nietzsche, Ecce Homo

“My paradise is in the shadow of my sword.” —Friedrich Nietzsche, Ecce Homo

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The Third World isn't a place, it's a people.

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White guilt is the engine of demographic replacement. A people that doubts its right to exist will never resist being replaced. Survival begins where guilt ends. No more White guilt!

White guilt is the engine of demographic replacement. A people that doubts its right to exist will never resist being replaced. Survival begins where guilt ends. No more White guilt!

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“The Great Replacement is a conspiracy theory.”

“The Great Replacement is a conspiracy theory.”

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“If a man isn’t willing to take some risk for his opinions, either his opinions are no good or he’s no good.” — Ezra Pound, following his arrest for treason

“If a man isn’t willing to take some risk for his opinions, either his opinions are no good or he’s no good.” — Ezra Pound, following his arrest for treason

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We Dreamers

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The glory of the West lies not in its monuments or machines, but in its men who dared to strive, who held struggle as sacred, and who treated history as a proving ground. Our greatness was never granted. It was taken by those who refused to kneel. Remember who you are!

The glory of the West lies not in its monuments or machines, but in its men who dared to strive, who held struggle as sacred, and who treated history as a proving ground. Our greatness was never granted. It was taken by those who refused to kneel. Remember who you are!

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What once stood may yet stand again. Decline is not destiny.

What once stood may yet stand again. Decline is not destiny.

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It’s Time to Reclaim America

It’s Time to Reclaim America

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Pat Buchanan reflects on the catastrophic tragedy of the European Civil War of 1914–1945, and the devastation it unleashed upon the West. Yet all is not lost. So long as our people endure, our civilization will rise again, stronger and more glorious than before.

Pat Buchanan reflects on the catastrophic tragedy of the European Civil War of 1914–1945, and the devastation it unleashed upon the West. Yet all is not lost. So long as our people endure, our civilization will rise again, stronger and more glorious than before.

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Never forget. Never forgive. Our rage will be their vengeance.

Never forget. Never forgive. Our rage will be their vengeance.

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“One of the penalties for refusing to participate in politics is that you end up being governed by your inferiors.” — Plato, The Republic

“One of the penalties for refusing to participate in politics is that you end up being governed by your inferiors.” — Plato, The Republic

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“If the soldiers who stormed the beaches of Normandy could see England as it is today, they wouldn’t have gone forty yards up that beach.” —David Irving

“If the soldiers who stormed the beaches of Normandy could see England as it is today, they wouldn’t have gone forty yards up that beach.” —David Irving

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“Generation Zyklon”

“Generation Zyklon”

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“Dread vile cowardice more than death.” — Geoffroi de Charny, Book of Chivalry

“Dread vile cowardice more than death.” — Geoffroi de Charny, Book of Chivalry

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This was Rhodesia in 1970. Safe, clean, and civilized, a far-flung outpost of European order and the breadbasket of Africa. Then came “liberation” and “democracy,” Black rule and White erasure. In the war to impose Global Zimbabwe, we are all Rhodesians now.

This was Rhodesia in 1970. Safe, clean, and civilized, a far-flung outpost of European order and the breadbasket of Africa. Then came “liberation” and “democracy,” Black rule and White erasure. In the war to impose Global Zimbabwe, we are all Rhodesians now.

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“I felt the most liberated in Heat. There was something poetic about that sort of violence. Man's place in the world is rooted in the assertion of force against the chaos of being.” — Val Kilmer

“I felt the most liberated in Heat. There was something poetic about that sort of violence. Man's place in the world is rooted in the assertion of force against the chaos of being.” — Val Kilmer

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Always Remember

Always Remember

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We will take our nations back!

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We will take our nations back!

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For more than seventy years, from 1901 to 1973, Australia maintained the White Australia Policy. The aim was to keep Australia a European, above all British, society. Settlement came from the British Isles and Europe, while immigration from Asia and Africa was effectively banned.

For more than seventy years, from 1901 to 1973, Australia maintained the White Australia Policy. The aim was to keep Australia a European, above all British, society. Settlement came from the British Isles and Europe, while immigration from Asia and Africa was effectively banned.

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“If a man isn’t willing to take some risk for his opinions, either his opinions are no good or he’s no good.” — Ezra Pound, following his arrest for treason

“If a man isn’t willing to take some risk for his opinions, either his opinions are no good or he’s no good.” — Ezra Pound, following his arrest for treason

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