"Gentlemen: Fascism is a party, a political doctrine. But Fascism, while being a party, a political doctrine is above all a total conception of life. So the Fascist, whether his is writing in newspapers or reading them, going about his private life or talking to others, looking to the future or remembering the past and the past of his people, must always remember he is a Fascist. Thus he fulfills what can really be said to be the main characteristic of Fascism, to take life seriously. Life is toil, is effort, is sacrifice, is hard work."
~ Giovanni Gentile
~ Giovanni Gentile
Forwarded from Revolt Against The Modern World
"By destroying traditional social habits of the people, by dissolving their natural collective consciousness into individual constituents, by licensing the opinions of the most foolish, by substituting instruction for education, by encouraging cleverness rather than wisdom, the upstart rather than the qualified, by fostering a notion of getting on to which the alternative is hopeless apathy, Liberalism can prepare the way for that which is its own negation: the artificial, mechanized or brutalized control which is a desperate remedy for its chaos."
~T.S. Eliot
~T.S. Eliot
Forwarded from White Canada
The only thing keeping the conservative party alive is that White Canadians have no real Nationalist party for which to vote, for now.
Link: https://x.com/WCanada31237/status/2001782389513580617
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Your ancestors were wonderful people, never doubt that.
Listening to the sweetness in her voice reminds me of my late grandmother.
Let us never forget the struggles of those before us.
What the men and women did to ensure their people would have a land to call home.
Listening to the sweetness in her voice reminds me of my late grandmother.
Let us never forget the struggles of those before us.
What the men and women did to ensure their people would have a land to call home.
Forwarded from Canada The Unknown Country
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An interview with Sarah Ann Card, a pioneer settler of Southern Alberta. Filmed in the early 1960s, she recalls crossing the Canadian border in 1889 after a long journey from Utah in a covered wagon. They were met at the border by two North-West Mounted Policemen before making their way to Cardston, Alberta, where she would spend most of her life. She passed away in 1969 at the age of 98, leaving many descendants.
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The Atlantic Man, Proud and Free
Born where the endless waters meet the sky, A figure stands with shoulders squared to fate, His lineage written in the sea's reply— Ancient blood that will not bow to hate.
The salt has claimed his weathered hands, His eyes mirror the deep's own hue, Each scar a testament to where he stands— Between the old world and the new.
No chains can bind what Gods have made, No foreign tongue can steal his name, The Atlantic sings through every hill and field that bears his noble name.
He walks the strand where legends sleep, Each footfall echoing ancestral drums, The tide brings whispers he must keep— The sacred duty never numbs.
Proud carrier of currents' song, Free master of the foam-kissed shore, The Atlantic man, to whom belongs the freedom worth dying for.
Born where the endless waters meet the sky, A figure stands with shoulders squared to fate, His lineage written in the sea's reply— Ancient blood that will not bow to hate.
The salt has claimed his weathered hands, His eyes mirror the deep's own hue, Each scar a testament to where he stands— Between the old world and the new.
No chains can bind what Gods have made, No foreign tongue can steal his name, The Atlantic sings through every hill and field that bears his noble name.
He walks the strand where legends sleep, Each footfall echoing ancestral drums, The tide brings whispers he must keep— The sacred duty never numbs.
Proud carrier of currents' song, Free master of the foam-kissed shore, The Atlantic man, to whom belongs the freedom worth dying for.
Forwarded from Toronto Pioneers
2025 is winding down but the Pioneers are not. Toronto's Pioneers met to develop their skills in outdoorsmanship, boxing and physical fitness, before ending the day with basic activism lessons. 2026 is shaping up to be a big year for the Loyalist Pioneers across the country and Toronto is putting in the work now to make sure we are ready to rise to the challenge of a new year with bigger and better goals.
If you want to embrace the challenge and see the goals of nationalism advance, we want to hear from you:
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2️⃣ t.me/LoyalistPioneers
LoyalistPioneers@proton.me
If you want to embrace the challenge and see the goals of nationalism advance, we want to hear from you:
LoyalistPioneers@proton.me
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Forwarded from Canada The Unknown Country
Nova Scotian Folklore: Cattle of Christmas Eve
There is a very old tradition that all creation, and in particular the cattle, would kneel to pray or even talk on Christmas Eve. This European tradition was kept alive in the older parts of Canada such as Nova Scotia, where it was recorded as late as the 1960s:
~Source: “Bluenose Magic,” by folklorist Helen Creighton, 1968.
There is a very old tradition that all creation, and in particular the cattle, would kneel to pray or even talk on Christmas Eve. This European tradition was kept alive in the older parts of Canada such as Nova Scotia, where it was recorded as late as the 1960s:
“Cattle talk on Christmas Eve and if you listen you'll die right off. Nobody at Beech Hill would go and listen. Some who listened somewhere got sick and died.”
“Cattle kneel on their front feet at midnight on Christmas Eve. Somebody went to watch them one night and something happened and he died. You weren't supposed to watch them.”
“The oxen talk on Old Christmas [sixth of January] at twelve o'clock at night or say their prayers. If you listen you won't come back.”
“The oxen and all creeturs talk on Christmas Eve. One man got a pair of oxen from Western Shore but it belonged to a Dutchman and talked Dutch, so when he went out he heard them talking but they were talking Dutch [Deutsch] and he didn't know what they were saying.”
“Oxen kneel at Christmas. One time some men were coming home from town and down went the horse with his knees on the road. It was ten or eleven o'clock. Cattle and horses kneel.”
“It is known that oxen kneel at Christmas Eve at midnight, but not generally. It is thought the idea [legend] might have been brought here from Cape Breton.”
~Source: “Bluenose Magic,” by folklorist Helen Creighton, 1968.
Forwarded from Acroaticus Atlas Aryanis
"As the gifts of Santa Claus come down through the fireplace so man’s gift to the spirit comes out of the flame of suffering which tempers the steel of the sword of spirit. In experience lies infinite possibility – man’s free will must choose experience above comfort for by this path lies unfoldment of the human soul."
― Manly P. Hall - The All Seeing Eye
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― Manly P. Hall - The All Seeing Eye
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Merry Christmas to our Folk from the Ordo Atlantica crew!
May you have a bright, White Christmas surrounded by your Kin.
The New Year is almost upon us, and with it comes a renewed struggle. The challenges ahead are tough, and the road is rocky. Remain steadfast and firm, dear Folk. Life will always be a mighty struggle. Those who refuse the struggle do not end it, only they themselves will end. For in the world, men are forged as iron.
Today celebrate our Folk, our Traditions, and the grand future we are destined for!
May you have a bright, White Christmas surrounded by your Kin.
The New Year is almost upon us, and with it comes a renewed struggle. The challenges ahead are tough, and the road is rocky. Remain steadfast and firm, dear Folk. Life will always be a mighty struggle. Those who refuse the struggle do not end it, only they themselves will end. For in the world, men are forged as iron.
Today celebrate our Folk, our Traditions, and the grand future we are destined for!
Forwarded from WhiteVanguard (uncensored)
"A communist system can be recognised by the fact that it spares the criminals and criminalises the political opponent" - Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn
We in Ordo Atlantica wish our Folk a happy New Year!
We encourage our Folk to continue tribing up in 2026. As our Folk increasingly get involved in Pro-White communities, it encourages others to learn about our ideas and join us on this journey. 2025 was a turning point for White Identity in Canada and there is no going back. A grand revelation is now taking place among our Folk, a flame is lit which cannot be extinguished by any foe.
An idea cannot be imprisoned. The foe can attempt to persecute us, but the bonds of a Folk are indissoluble. Once the sparks of these ideas begin to fly, they inflame every man whose blood links him to them as though it were an internal antenna.
May you have a blessed year in 2026, beloved Folk! There is no stopping an idea whose time has come.
We encourage our Folk to continue tribing up in 2026. As our Folk increasingly get involved in Pro-White communities, it encourages others to learn about our ideas and join us on this journey. 2025 was a turning point for White Identity in Canada and there is no going back. A grand revelation is now taking place among our Folk, a flame is lit which cannot be extinguished by any foe.
An idea cannot be imprisoned. The foe can attempt to persecute us, but the bonds of a Folk are indissoluble. Once the sparks of these ideas begin to fly, they inflame every man whose blood links him to them as though it were an internal antenna.
May you have a blessed year in 2026, beloved Folk! There is no stopping an idea whose time has come.