Introduction

Today, in the nationalist sphere we have a rather considerable matter of contention,

An abstract ideology and outright jobbery of the very foundations of the nationalist axiom has seemingly risen to popularity as the mainstream alternative to, well, nationalism.

Axiom is possibly not the most accurate term as some things, including the nation, exist as far more than just an axiom, but an objective, a gospel (?) of nature even.

Corneliu Codreanu once said;

“Bread and wheat may be internationally consumed, but they always bear the imprint of the soil from which they came.”

For us in Europe,

There can be no civic nationalism vs ethno-nationalism, it is a false dichotomy.

“Civic” refers to civilisation, which is a product that can only be sustained by the nation from which it sprung.

For what is the nation but an extension of the family, For example, The table of nations in Biblical context,

Refers to Shem, Ham, and Japeth, this table of nations does not refer to countries and states,

It is quite literally a family tree!

A nation is defined by its people and not its values and civic elements, these are Sisyphean and can only truly sustain a people when they are the people.

This is ingrained in the very meaning of the word, a nation can only be “ethno” as this stems from the the Greek word ethnos, which precisely translates into English as, nation!

The Latin word natio also is a parallel for nation which stems from the word natal (of common natal origin), birth.

Pro patria is the Latin term meaning “for the nation” Patria, coming from the word “pater” rooted in Indo-european

locution this means vater/father, and further echoes the Germanic idea of vaterland/fatherland.

For one to identity as an “ethno” nationalist is to identify as a “nationalist-nationalist!”

Thus, one can only be, a nationalist.

Anything else, is a Babylonian corruption and ceases to be such.

Therefore I would like to state that the term “civic nationalism” is an oxymoron in every sense of the word. There can only be one nationalism as a nation is a people, a collective of blood,

A nation is a race!

And, the sacred bond of that extended family.

Those who uphold this “ideology” and intentionally, masochistically deny the nature of blood, soil, struggle and being, will inevitably work towards our own self-destruction and are just as responsible as the traitors and international cliques who facilitate our decline, replacement, ruin and death!

The abhorrent white traitor.

What a virulent sight to behold, that smug shit-eating grin the face shall bear, when you confront them about the complete betrayal they have committed, to us.

Not only do they feel no shame but they are proud of this perfidy.

The Leftist university students of today, in unison waving signs baring the standard of “march against racism” “bollocks to Brexit” and “no to Nazis” etc.

Hordes of these NPCs, they try so hard to be different and unique yet they are utterly void-less grey clones like binary zeros and ones, bereft of substance.

Reminiscent of test tube babies or clones in a dystopian cyberpunk laboratory.

These people have no shame and they have utter contempt for the thriving of health, identity and normality.

They, due to their own insecurity, denial and nefarious means facilitated by an abundance of freedom, have spat on a thousand years of struggle.

The white traitor simply despises beauty.

Oh, how our forefathers are turning in their graves at the sight, the poisonous fruit of their sycophantic gentile drudgery.

Not to suggest that any fruit shall grow, in this degenerate and foul odious hell, which they are so inclined to let us fester.

In the words of Adolf Hitler;

“What we have to fight for is the necessary security for the existence and increase of our race and people, the subsistence of its children and the maintenance of our racial stock unmixed, the freedom and independence of the Fatherland so that our people may be enabled to fulfil the mission assigned to it by the Creator.”

I cannot think of a better way to describe the nationalist cause, than that.

This predicament we find ourselves in has been facilitated by so many means, means so truly sinister that the seven vices seem as cipher.

Gluttony, lust, avarice, superbia, despondency, wrath, vainglory and acedia.

These are all things that are not only promoted and facilitated as acceptable but necessary! In our rotting yet crumbling dystopia of modernity.

Our women no longer want to be mothers, they no longer express fidelity, and they have lowered themselves to that coequal of a prostitute, whores and miscreants.

The worst traits of the most vile women are celebrated, espoused even.

The best of our men have been placed below the castes of the worst.

Stripped of their stoic mind, the modern man is just as metaphysically, spiritually anaemic as he is physically and mentally Impuissant and impotent, the modern man cannot read a book nor can he splinter a portion of oak with the sweat of his back.

For he has been reduced to the parallel of a Gollum, yet he ceases in his awareness as to why this is so heinously sorry. The modern man is no longer a Kshatriya,

A titan, a champion.

Everything that once made him a Saxon, once made him a celt, an Aryan, a European, is to be lost, like the tomes of Babylon and the lost cities of the Greek Helike, the Japanese Yamatai or Atlantis.

Globalists, neo-liberals, the Masons, Zionists, the traitors, the new world order, communists, the Jews. Whatever alias you attribute to them it matters not. For we MUST counteract this aforementioned “facilitation” by producing the most powerful antidote to this toxin that we can muster, for that is what we must treat this as, a toxin to be drawn out of our system and our bodies entirely, physically and also metaphysically. This anti-venom is simply the idea of blood and soil.

We Europeans understand eschatology, we know that the sacred fruit and product of our blood moreover the very civilisation the traitors claim to covet, was paid for by the embodiment of the Faustian spirit, with shields, with iron and with falling steel.

Just as was echoed by Richard the Lionheart and his noblemen, when facing the Saracen hordes at Arsuf we say that “Even the bravest of us loathe war, and those who long for it are the most dangerous”

Yet, If this is the price we must pay once again then so be it.

Our fallen king William III of England once said:

“There is one certain means by which I can be sure never to see my country’s ruin: I will die in the last ditch”

This statement may well ring true, in the decades, to come. For we swear allegiance to Albion, and by Albion, we mean, our blood and soil, and this rightful clay.

God willing we shall protect this Albion, with our sweat, our broken backs and these ruddy hands, by the last man, in the last ditch if need be.

Hail Albion!

Hail Victory! ᛋ ᛋ


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