The majority of newcomers to nationalist circles have arrived here by consuming a lot of (mostly internet) content, which led them to a certain spectrum of views and events that changed their world view. Some ofthe creators of this content are ‘gateways’ to ethno-nationalism, while others are ‘gatekeepers’ whose role Continue Reading
Loving the struggle
If the West is to survive in some form, we must protect our people and Culture. To defend them we need to cultivate a nationalist sentiment easily digestible by the majority of our people. Picking up the pieces left behind by decades of Marxist and anti-White indoctrination isn’t a project Continue Reading
The Jewish Elephant in the Room
“You must understand, the leading Bolsheviks who took over Russia were not Russians. They hated Russians. They hated Christians. Driven by ethnic hatred they tortured and slaughtered millions of Russians without a shred of human remorse. It cannot be overstated. Bolshevism committed the greatest human slaughter of all time. The Continue Reading
That Conversation About Race
The following article is written from an America perspective, for which I make the following disclaimer: I am not an American nor do I live there, but I see it more and more as the stage where the tragedy of our Civilization’s is being played. The fact that BLM protests Continue Reading
Once again in defence of the Children: Into the void of Gender hysteria.
The previous article by Gilbert Strife “In Defence of Children” inspired me to address a problem that I find utterly disturbing and was, in a way, created by a New Zealander. I first heard about this case around 2016 in a video from Mr Metokur. The video is from 2013 Continue Reading
The Age of Strife is upon us
Apropos the international trend of big business cuckery following the death of George Floyd, the most profitable company in the UK – Games Workshop – decided bravely to take a stand against the silent majority and put out the following statement: Even for those of you who don’t know what Continue Reading