Nation, Race, and Blood
One cannot be sure of anything...
But life is not that insincere, for it leaves many telltale signs of its passing, if one but just considers the way signs which surround him. In doing so, one may rightly adduce what the future will hold.
Those of us who are living this legacy, both for and against, have mobilized for the battle to come; for it is coming. The ranks of the Nationalist have formed and reformed. The dilettantes of the intellectual left have been reborn into the ‘neo-cons’ of today’s Conservative. The nationalist of yesteryear finds himself secured by an alliance of the old ‘democratic’ parties who, like their predecessors, are concerned with rights and privileges. The irony is not lost on those who follow or practice technics, which seek to correct and maintain a future, which is sound, healthy, and continuous.
The width and breadth of a new, rising West, is broad and will be continuing fodder for debate and structure. I fear, however, that history, that hoary old mistress, will manifest itself in the same fashion, which our forefathers fought so hard to see that we never faced again. Human beings, being what they are, simple and trusting, will follow only those faces, which they deem ‘normal’, being seen on the nightly news, distant, and unassailable by mere mortals, will follow the path of least resistance; and this, the path of our destruction.
When we, you and I, look around and see the presence of our present existence, what do we feel – WHAT DO YOU FEEL - when we drive through our hometown, or that town to which we moved ten years or more ago, just what changes do we see? Have the small storefronts, nestled comfortably and securely look back at us unchanged, unbroken? The graffiti which covers most of the banners and sidewalks belong, don’t they, having been created from the ‘essence’ of others not quite like us? Do we notice the elderly, those that we may have seen at church, the local restaurant, or grocery store, walking unafraid on our streets? Have we noticed their passing? Is the complexion of the local fuel station attendants the same as when we moved here? Does one really listen to one’s children when they speak of ‘theories’, of ‘dogma’, or racial ‘incidents’, which bombard them at school? Do they ask for our aid, or simply talk around us, because of the knowledge that "we can’t do anything"? When was the last time we visited our parents in a retirement village, instead of knocking on their door in our own house? When was the last time we spoke with a man or woman, wizened with age, and recounted with them the events of the past, and after hearing the picture painted by their words, wondered aloud “why have things changed so much since then?” Why is it that working-class whites of Western stock load their working trucks with men far different than ourselves? When we consider and, perhaps, wave good-by to our Sons and Daughters of War, bidding them safe return from lands inhospitable, dangerous, and deceptive, do we know, really KNOW why they go; and to that noble sense of nobility, to what purpose, here, now, and in the future, is this sacrifice requested?
What is the West?
We hear so much about it, being both a mantra by those who seek to encourage a ‘point of view’ or who wish for you, and I, to see an antagonist, an enemy, by which to conquer and destroy. We see denizens of the world pound the pulpit, who cry in their shrieking and pleading voices, their demands, that they are the West. The claims on the ‘history’ of the West are unbounded; we, you and I, owe everyone but, ourselves. Is this fair? Is this right? And if we acquiesce to these claims and call it ‘our idea’, our morality, what is our future? When we speak our platitudes of historical decency, honor, and morality; of chivalry, duty, folk/people, to what end do we plead this identity? Do we wipe the blood from our children's collective noses or plead with them, to not get into another altercation over the ‘past’, what once was? When our children speak to their living grandparents, and ask what it was like, or ‘what would you have done’ and, after receiving their answer, the feeling of regret felt deep within your heart what, then, do you teach them about the West? Is the West an Idea which has lost its substance; or is it a living reality of what you are, what you want to be? What? You cannot be what you feel deep inside? You say that you are unable to ‘be what you want to be’! But the West means ‘freedom’ for all; so how can this feeling be, digging deeper and deeper into our soul, so pronounced, this feeling of helplessness? The leaders of the West are our people, chosen by god, are they not? Every breath they take is another influx of hope is it not – that is what we hear every evening – hope, after all, has been the life blood of our fathers for generations. If the West, as is posited in this work, is to survive then, you and I, all of us, must first, and foremost, create a vision of just ‘what’ the West is, today, and contrive this paradox to conform to just what we want it to be.
How do we accomplish this? Personally, I am not sure any more. There was a time, like many of us, that simply belonging to the party of the traditional thinkers, the Republican Party, was all that was necessary; Ronald Regan reinforced this for many of us. It was a good shot, the ‘party’. Institutions, however, are larger then their proponents, or their followers. In any event, both parties offer the same thing; both are multi-culturalists, hoping to ‘embrace’ all-comers who, as was the message of the past, come here to be ‘equal’ under the law, under the Constitution. Both, in part, seek to maintain the status quo, to find the lowest common denominator, which will allow the edifice, the monstrosity, of their creation to continue without a hitch. Both offer – what? – the right to be taxed, and taxed without consent; for if our money is taken from us, by either party, and spent on those ‘projects’ which, for whatever the dearly held belief, is not consonant with our spirit, with our needs, and given away, willy nilly regardless of the desires of WE, the Western peoples, then we but plunge the knife into the throats of our own selves, and our own children. Is this not the case? It is not a matter of not caring, it is a matter of caring, and deeply, about OUR future, OUR children, OUR destiny.
So, what, then, do we look toward in our present system? Do we create a ‘white people’s party’? A ‘pan aryanist party’? Do we mobilize our ‘churches’ – OH! I must have misspoke – for having places of worship which comprise parishioners of Western stock, simply because ‘we want it that way’ is not possible; in fact, it is illegal, and will, never doubt, be prosecuted to the fullest extent by this present ‘legal’ regime. Do we mobilize the ‘churches’, I wonder. Do we create local ‘youth corps’ which would instill historical, spiritual, environmental, and noble pursuits – sorry, forgive me - to mobilize young men and women of Western stock, alone, is hateful, prone to division and strife; but not to worry, the modern technocrat has many groups and functionaries which are inclusive, compassionate, and moderate; the only sacrifice we will have to make, should be willing to make, is that we should expect our children to make such diverse friends that will, with time, prove to be mates, lovers, and part of that greater experiment of that beautiful ‘one world’. The lamb will lie down with the lion. Beautiful!
I think you get the picture – the REAL picture of our situation.
For those members of the West who, whether real or imagined, disbelieve this picture of our present presence, let me speak, if I may, for those who are unable, that you may do what you will; you may live with whoever you want. Just don’t stand in our way, those of us who do want this path – are we not all Free to follow our own path? We trust, implicitly, that those of our brethren who believe in the sanctity of freedom and discourse, of liberty and slavery, will have no problem in standing aside, and who will ‘demand’ with us, that we be given the chance at ‘Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of happiness’ in those ways which seem right in our own eyes…right?
What institutions can we plead our case? Without money, our spokesmen in prison, or financially ruined, our religious leaders but cookie-cutter state spokesmen – who do we turn to? I am not sure any more.
On the other hand…
Many things have changed. The Nation, as a whole, has shifted, markedly, into areas that, twenty years ago, would have been undreamed of. Not the direction, as distinct from theory, or dialectical experiments, but the solid, day-to-day direction of the consciousness of the inhabitants of the West, in toto.
In Eastern Europe we saw the fledgling, if not dramatic, increase in the supremacy of Culture over that of the culture-distorters: we think of Yugoslavia, Serbia, Croatia, and all the ‘tribal’ enclaves which, together, make up a large and distinct proportion of the far-flung West. In this case, to those who know the history of the West, the presence of a anti-Christian, multi-ethnic, multi-racial force was protected and defended by the ‘so-called’ leaders of the West – America played the prominent role in defeating those forces who, truly, believed in the West, in Tradition, in the Church. Repayment of this treason was the common purpose of the non-western, his religion, and his terror. This can, and must, be laid at the feet of the people of America, you and I, for without our complacency, Mohamed, indeed, no semitic, mid-eastern concept, would not now be in the ascendancy, at the expense of our brethren, strangers though they are, yet a vital part of the greater West.
From Scandinavia to France, from Italy to Romania and beyond, the West has made decisions unthinkable fifty years ago; the Turkish invasion is well on its way. Western governments, for the first time in sixty years, seek ever to justify the Iron Heel. Ironic it is, that every day the propaganda of the West instills such ridicule, and venomous hate against ‘government’ which seeks to stabilize itself by ever more and rigid rules, depravation of rights, and professional armies which can, and will enforce the regimes role of ‘protector’ of the people. Never before, have governments had such absolute control of their populations, and none more than here, in America. Believe no one who declares: ‘Napoleon, Alexander, Hitler, Stalin, these the worlds worst tyrants.” Ha! Look at the ‘patriot’ act for a primer of just what has happened, and just what is going to happen! Do not let anyone frighten you – THINK! – all of you who have ‘given’ leaders the right to ‘take away rights’ have given, through technology, such absolute control of person, of travel, of freedom, that these other tyrants pale in comparison. There is one telling difference, however, between the past and the present: in the past, leaders and tyrants were known by ‘how’ they treated their own People – if they betrayed ‘their’ people they were tyrant – if they treated their People good, they were saviors. It is the same old ‘from which side of the road do you hail’. Nevertheless, the ‘change’ is here. There is no escape.
In response to this, information has tripled, and tripled again. Indeed, the pen is mightier than the sword. It is having serious consequences, and can never be turned back. Too many questions, not enough answers. This forces, or will ultimately direct, disparate individuals and ideologies to gravitate to each other – it is already starting in the circles of the intelligentsia, of Universities and institutes of technology; in biology, in ethnic/racial Medicine. All have taken strides in directions, which cannot be undone. It only remains if the people of the West will follow – or be made too lead.
Change is everywhere.
Soon, very soon, the powers that be will be forced to secure those elements sympathetic to the postulated ‘friends’ of the west, of whom Nationalists everywhere have common antipathy. This, ipso facto, makes all of us ‘enemies of the state’. It has happened before. Hate crimes; you haven’t seen anything yet. The rising West demands that its acolytes be ready, that they know their history, and hence to learn thereby. Do not discount your brothers attempt at creating a Political Party, nor the brother who seeks a more divisive path, for all roads lead to the Western shore, our shore, our Destiny. Fear not the wave which ever seeks to drown you, for your ‘ship of state’ lies buried, deep, under the crashing waves, seeking to float again atop the sea of Nation, which is our Race, our Blood.