Young, impressionable, you are taught to reject me. You marginalize me and turn me away because of what you have been told about me. You have been told that I am crazy, a murderer, that I have cast a spell on men to force them to commit terrible acts, that those who support me are heartless folk dominated by hatred. You are told I am false, a liar, evil, or demonic. Disconnected from the good and the human. Yet, you're curious about me, because you don't know who I am. In your heart, you feel uncertainty. You have been trained to run away, though you don't know what you're running from.

Speak to those who know me, to those who are familiar with my essence. Then you can decide for yourself if you really hate me. You will be able to reason the cause of your rejection and your anger. If I am really your enemy, it is your duty to know me. But no. You are afraid to find out we have more in common than you think. Think for yourself and choose your own path. If you're going to fight me, do it with consistency...But if what you fear is walking with me and standing alone, then you must deny me. Those who accompany me are few, yet free, loyal, and noble hearted!

"No man is more unhappy than he who never faces adversity. For he is not permitted to prove himself."

~ Seneca

"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

"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

"Life demands hardness.
One must strive with burning heart toward the ideal of hardness.
To be hard for the sake of life, to become a fighter, to win the victory."

~ 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐭
Faith and Action, 1943.

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

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.

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.

https://youtube.com/shorts/k21ULhL7AK4

"The truth is that men are tired of liberty. They have had a surfeit of it. Liberty is no longer a chaste and austere virgin.... Today's youth are moved by other slogans...Order, Hierarchy, Discipline."

~ Benito Mussolini

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.

#West #universalist #altruism #borders

“Christmas Mass,” by Canadian artist Clarence A. Gagnon.

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:

“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.