When you look in the mirror you see not just your face but a museum. Although your face, in one sense, is your own, it is composed of a collage of features you have inherited from your parents, grandparents, great-grandparents, and so on. The lips and eyes that either bother or please you are not yours alone but are also features of your ancestors, long dead perhaps as individuals but still very much alive as fragments in you. Even complex qualities such as your sense of balance, musical abilities, shyness in crowds, or susceptibility to sickness have been lived before. We carry the past around with us all the time, and not just in our bodies. It lives also in our customs, including the way we speak. The past is a set of invisible lenses we wear constantly, and through these we perceive the world and the world perceives us. We stand always on the shoulders of our ancestors, whether or not we look down to acknowledge them.

— David W. Anthony, The Horse, The Wheel and Language.

Your forefathers fought, bled, and died for the very life force that you hold onto. But even more, they fought for simplicity. For a life amongst their kin, their kith. To live where the lapping shores of the Atlantic would help their babes drift to sleep.
Or to live in the wooded forests listening to the soft rustling of wind whispering through their ever green branches.
To hold their lover in their arms while warm sun beams fractaling through a forests canopy shimmer on a bubbling brook, catching highlights of the darting trout within its rushing waters.

We protect many things, our blood, our folk, our birth rights, but what more, do not let go of the fight for simplicity. For it is in the simplicity that we find our minds free to roam, to conjure ideas and advancements. To help build a future worth living in.

“Today we live so cowed under the bombardment of this intellectual artillery (corporate mass media) that hardly anyone can attain to the inward detachment that is required for a clear view of the monstrous drama. The will-to-power operating under a pure democratic disguise has finished off its masterpiece so well that the object's sense of freedom is actually flattered by the most thorough-going enslavement that has ever existed."

~Oswald Spengler

"The perfect dictatorship would have the appearance of a democracy, but would basically be a prison without walls in which the prisoners would not even dream of escaping. It would essentially be a system of slavery where, through consumption and entertainment, the slaves would love their servitudes."

~Aldous Huxley

“The condition of human nature is just this; man towers above the rest of creation so long as he realizes his own nature, and when he forgets it, he sinks lower than the beasts. For other living things to be ignorant of themselves, is natural; but for man it is a defect.”

~Boethius

A Heart in the Maritimes

In distant lands, our hearts do roam,
But always long for our Maritime home.
Where waves kiss shores with a tender grace,
And memories of home, no time can erase.

The salty breeze, the ocean's song,
In our hearts, they still belong.
Though we wander far and wide,
The Maritimes remain our guide.

We carry the love, deep and true,
In every little thing we do.
Homesick hearts, though far we stray,
In the Maritimes, our souls will stay.

This poem is a heartfelt reminder that no matter how far we go, a piece of our heart will always be in the Maritimes.

Beneath the northern skies, fierce and untamed,
Where ocean’s roar commands the rugged shore,
Atlantic blood runs wild, free, unchained,
A Folk unmatched in spirit, heart, and lore.
From Nova Scotia’s ancient stone,
To Newfoundland’s proud, unyielding flame,
New Brunswick’s forests, where the brave have grown,
And Prince Edward’s fields that bear our name.
Our blood is forged in lightning and strife,
A lineage of strength no storm can break,
We rise as one, unshaken, standing still,
The fiercest Folk the Atlantic can make.
In every crashing wave, our power swells,
In every voice, a legacy supreme,
We hold the land where true greatness dwells—
Atlantic blood, the might of every dream.
Our Folk, our force, our home, forever reign—
Superior hearts that none can chain.

“To hear these defenders of democracy talk, one would think that the people deliberate like a committee of wise men, whereas in truth judicial murders, foolhardy undertakings, wild choices, and foolish and disastrous wars are eminently the prerogatives of this form of government”

Joseph de Maistre, 1st April 1753 - 26th February 1821

Freedom isn't real. Just a spook.

If you were free you wouldn't die.

What people are actually talking about when they say "freedom" is an absence of responsibility to others. A departure or separation from the group.

The issue is that in absence of the group you are then confronted by nature in absence of what the group creates.

The group creates a partial departure from nature, this insulates you from the dominance of what is natural.

Being human is all about insulating ourselves from that ultimate authority of nature. It is the most meaningful distinction between us and other animals. A group is required for higher levels of separation.

So either you are responsible to the group or you are a slave to whatever condition nature brings you, defied only by your personal means.

I think this is really the distinction between freedom and liberty. To be "free" means very little, but liberty is something enforced.

Like a bubble where one can be aloof, detached from nature by society, granted the option to disregard the needs of the group by the law, even while existing within it.

As a principle, it falls short of ethical. The group is required for survival; all individuals come from it. Those who wish for liberty as an ideal confuse it with a nebulous "freedom" and ignore that it requires enforcement.

Ultimately, some level of "liberty" should be granted by a healthy society, but the focus on it as a foundational ideal requires a detachment of the individual as being responsible to the group.

It is a call for the enforcement of what is individual over the needs of the collective in ignorance of the insulation that collective provides from nature. This is self-consuming.

Liberty is an ennoscriptment that can only exist with the enforcement of a group. If the question is liberty or the survival of the group, then the group will always take precedence over that ennoscriptment.

Thus, liberty can only exist so far as it is not destructive to the collective. Anything else will result in systemic death.

You cannot live under a system that hates you and still expect to use that system to vote in people who have your interests in mind. No more than you can live under water and vote air for yourself.

If you want to breathe, you need to go where the air is. If you want to advocate for your own interests, you need to join with your Folk. If you want to win, stop voting and start organizing.

Folk-Family-Future 🇨🇦

@Nationalist13

The ancient view of life necessarily leads thought beyond the individual; one always looks about among the family to find the sources of his will and his fate.
The father's eye is gladdened when he sees himself and his kinsmen again in his sons, when, as the phrase runs, he can “see the luck of the family” in his son.

~ V. Grönbech

It is our time now. There is no going back. The Kosher-Chris' and the Clyde Do Nothings of the world are grasping at lifelines as they fade into irrelevancy along with the obsolete ideas they represent.

We are grateful that we are here in this moment right now. We do not cowardly wish we were born in another time and place. There's nowhere we'd rather be than here right now at the turning point in Canadian history.

Folk-Family-Future 🇨🇦

@Nationalist13

“As Orwell so succinctly put it, ‘The farther a society drifts from the truth, the more it will hate those who speak it.' Man has drifted far, indeed. There is simply no place for the hard, objective truth in this world, and for those who insist upon speaking it regardless, little—if any—grace is afforded. In man’s abundance of sinful pride, he has come to believe himself to be infallible in thought and deed. To be proven wrong is to therefore be proven imperfect, thus contradicting his perceived infallibility. For this reason, every topic on the table of public discourse seems to lead not to rational, intentional, and thoughtful discourse, but rather to virulent, vitriolic, and hostile aggression. We walk on eggshells in our Lord of the Flies society, lest we step out of line and end up with our heads on pikes.”

~Jeremy Kee