As of the time I am putting these words to a Microsoft Word document, it has already been four months since Joe Biden has occupied the Oval Office. Admittedly, the Biden presidency has not been as destructive as I had first imagined, and thankfully, as long as his body is still warm, the insipid carcass […]
The Shape of things to Come Well, three months into 2021 and it looks like the new year is already promising to be a continuation of the catastrophe that was 2020. On January 6th, pro-Trump protestors occupied the U.S. Capitol building, driving the warmongering parasitic sycophants that had taken up residence there back into the […]
The Future of the Right in a World after Trump If future historians could look back to the past and single out the exact moment when the United States entered a state of terminal decline, they would be hard pressed to find a single event as foreboding and disastrous as the 2020 presidential election which, […]
Futurekampf There is exists no struggle more important, no battle more worth fighting, no prize more glorious than that which comes from a people who, faced with the threat of occupation, enslavement and complete subjugation by an encroaching enemy; now rests confident, secure in its own existence, in having won a future for itself. History […]
The Year that Perished 2020 has not been a kind year to the United States of America. At the beginning of the year, this country was struck by a pandemic that no-one except for the most foresighted of clairvoyants could have foresaw, as well as the resulting quarantine which has put millions out of work […]
The Orthodox faith has not yet faced the full front of the crisis that is Postmodernity. This is because the Oikoumene—insulated from the subversive ideologies and trends that made inroads into the West after the end of the Second World War—was under the totalitarian boot of Communism which, in a very roundabout way, managed to shield most of the Orthodox world from what would eventually become an even greater threat.
The fact of the matter is that young men are the greatest resource a nation or a people can possess. Men, by nature’s design and by the work of providence, are the expendable sex. They are the muscle that keeps a community or society safe in times of war, protected in times of peace, feed in times of scarcity— often at the cost of their own lives. They are, as history has borne out, the brain by which almost all scientific discoveries and technological breakthroughs have been achieved; account for all the great explorers of human history as well as nearly all its great philosophical minds, religious leaders and spiritual guides.
A soft, passive, and compliant race of men will eventually be that people’s last generation. Women, despite what they may say otherwise, hate a man who is subservient to her needs and will not respect him. A woman will always be drawn to a man who is strong, who is forceful, who respects himself and, above all else, is self-sufficient. After all, a man who can rely on himself needs no one else, depends on no one else for anything, adheres to his own rule, charts his own course by his own polar star. If a woman can not find such a man among her own people, she will inevitably find one amongst another.
Why does the Heathen Rage? [Editors Note: This article was originally published at thewardenpost.com, during the first incarnation of this project’s original website, shortly after the inauguration of US president Donald Trump. As to be expected, many things have changed since then, and the reader is asked to keep in the mind that the following […]
We are either on the side that loves life or the one that hates it. Either we say yes to life and all its beauty and adversity, or we succumb to the allures of perpetual infantilization and, drunk on the nectar of our own self-absorption, say no life and slip further down the slope into depravity and nihilism. We cannot rebuild our civilization with other people’s children and, make no mistake, children are indeed the future. In this moment, the question we need to ask ourselves is whether our future is one worth securing, or one worth consigning to the medical wastebin of history.
The problem isn’t that nationalism is dead, it’s just that we are nationalists without a nation. If America, or the West for that matter, cannot truly be made great again then it follows that the only thing worth fighting for is our own petty self-interests. There’s little point in talking about the importance of the family to a childless man or the significance of one’s nation to someone who is already a stranger in his own country. A society, when it becomes bereft of the original people who founded it, eventually becomes an intrusive, intermeshing web of corporate and legal institutions overseen by an increasingly repressive government that only really exists to prop up an ever-expansive series of welfare programs and entitlements designed to placate a deracinated mass of debt-servitors.
Christians have proven time and time again that we will always have the readiness to bleed, suffer and die for our faith. Let us then go forth and participate as athletes in the contest for Christ, proving true the adage that the blood of the martyrs is closer to God than the ink of the theologians and the prayers of the faithful.
Identity isn’t something we can escape from. We can’t take a hot shower and hope that the color of our skin has been washed off in the process. Everyone: from a triracial Brazilian to a Finnish Laplander or a Trobriand Islander to an Alaskan Inuit is the result of untold milennias worth of biological history, each gene telling the story of some long-forgotten ancestor only half-remembered in some mythmoteur or in the yellowing pages of a family photo album.