Happy Bastille Day

The French Revolution occurred because unrepentant Peasants refused to accept the starvation that Divinity ordained and the Monarchy executed as just punishment for their petulance.

Had they chosen to keel over, as would have been right and proper, the population would have stabilized at sustainable levels. The fantasy of upward mobility contained within the slogan, “liberty, fraternity, equality, would not have been so gripping nor so all-consuming. Above all, neither the Nobility nor the Monarchy would have been compelled to part with the privileges that are their birth right in order to appease the hungry mob who chose to over procreate.

A whole nation could have saved itself from Liberalism! France could have been a beacon of Traditional Society, underneath whom the broken bones of flawed men lay at eternal rest under foot. The way to the Correct Man was lost.


A Firewall for Nationalism

Last week I proposed White self relocation and isolation. Is it enough to close our borders? Interaction with the other is the source of our woes. Separating ourselves by way of distance is no longer sufficient. Telecommunication is the ultimate enemy of Pan-Nationalism, of the West. If you think repatriation and reparation is enough to end the racism, oppression, class warfare and misery brought about by diversity, you are wrong! Physical borders are simply obsolete.

It is through the internet that corruption of our culture begins. Miscegenation by communication. Flirting with the other. Tantalizing our youth with the exotic and foreign. Transactional convenience paved the way for the click-bait dysgenicists to commit acts of treason and soft genocide against the West.

Interracial pornography at the click of a button! Foreign animation indoctrinating foreign values through network streaming. Our children adopt their dress, their language and imitate their culture. They wish to breed with those who are unlike themselves. However, exposure to foreign cultural exports is not the most heinous consequence of global communication.

Anonymity ensures we can never truly know with whom we are associating. Agents acting under the guise of Western European ancestry can sabotage forums, chatrooms and blogs. Flaming, baiting, trolling – these are their tools. Affecting changes in consciousness under a ruse which is designed to lower our defenses. We believe we are conversing with kin and are therefore open to consideration precisely because we share common direction (or so we are led to believe). Then, the silent dagger slips quietly into the flesh. Suddenly, opposing and alien values look appetizing. Vaporous ideologies look luminous and vibrant.

Courageous conservatives must stand for isolationism of the internet if we are to truly prevail against vacuous internationalism. We are being primed for multiculturalism. I do not suggest this tool be abandoned. It is invaluable in the quest to restore our traditions. This goal cannot succeed if we do not limit our association to those with whom we share the most. Shelter, protect and nurture our heritage, values, customs and spirit.

Remember, a mosque in your hometown is only an email away.

On the Border and Irredentism

The European settlement of the West has failed and the time for White Repatriation to the Eastern seaboard is now!

The American West, once the playground of Noble Frontiersmen and the shrewd but cunning Judenhat Merchants, shuffles on today sustained by little more than retirement dollars, luxury cash crops and an influx of cheap goods from East Asia. With the Los Angeles port bringing in most Chinese goods, it is a leak in the hull which will flood and capsize the job market for American whites; despite the influx of cheap goods.

It is clear that we are not suited to inhabit this place. Our fair complexion is maladaptive in the southwestern sun. The farming techniques we employed with success on the East Coast and in the Mid West are draining aquifers which haven’t been replenished since the last ice age. Over population of the Western Seaboard has ravaged these lands and left much of it in a drought. The result of such human and environmental disasters is choking agribusinesses.

Meanwhile, the baby boomers continue to sustain themselves on the wealth and labor of their children to live comfortably in the eternal summer of the Golden state. A sordid state of affairs to be sure! The weak, emasculated state-wards that are the millennials are not employed and thus cannot support their elders.

This is the collusion of factors driving the failure of Western Settlement.

Latinos are biologically and culturally suited to inhabit these lands, unlike those of us from more lush and temperate climates. It is thus that I declare these people be returned their Ancestral Homelands. For in doing so, we strengthen the resolve of both peoples and remove critical impetuses to cross border and blood as the death knell sounds for Culture; enthusiastically rung by Half-Castes and Thralls of the Leftist Blight.

Reclaiming Texas One Gringo at a Time

Latin-Aryan fervor with ghost peppers…

A few years ago I opened a taco stand in Laredo. It wasn’t too difficult to find populated areas and obtain the permits needed to start slinging beef and tortillas. Holy guacamole — the Gringos loved my beef and tortillas.

My successes were plentiful. I invested in taco trucks to expand my operations. A year later I had a fleet of vehicles with 20 relatives manning them. We expanded all over south Texas. Then my cousin Paco and I came up with a glorious idea whilst drinking Corona Lights… We came up with the slogan “The National Taco of Texas” and painted it on each of the trucks. Holy guacamole — our sales of beef and tortillas went through the roof!

Gringos would come from all over to eat our Nationalist tacos.

Then the cartels came…

My cousin Paco got greedy and thought that he could use some of the taco trucks in Mexico…however, he didn’t paint over the Texas Nationalist slogans and he was met with immense latin fury.

I’m unsure how it all happened, but I know Paco took some of the trucks down to Juarez to rendezvous with his brother, also named Paco.

His brother Paco called me while I was frolicking in Laredo with some mamacitas. I could barely make out what he was saying due to all of the loud noises and distortions in the call. But, I did make out one thing that Paco yelled; “Juarmageddon! Tacos on fire!”

I put down my Corona and jumped a fence into Mexico. I searched for two weeks for my cousins…

I never heard from either Paco again.

The cartels were able to go into the US unnoticed. They finished off the rest of my Texas Nationalist taco trucks. Many of my family members are now dead. My business is ruined.

Now I operate a little taco stand in Brownsville. It isn’t much, and I don’t have any Nationalist slogans… but I do indeed have a Texas flag on the taco stand.

It has been a long road painted with blood and tears. But I have walked it. It has made me stronger.

It is my purpose in Brownsville to instill Texas Nationalism into the people. The borders must be closed. We must fight back against the cartels and liberals. We must nourish Texas back to its former glory!