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07/01/2026 Rome 🇮🇹
Ce soir, des milliers d'Européens vont rendre hommage aux trois jeunes militants fascistes assassinés le 7 janvier 1978 par la racaille communiste et la police politique.
Ils s'appelaient Franco (19 ans), Francesco (18 ans) et Stefano (20 ans).
Per tutti i camerati caduti, presente!
07/01/2026 Rome 🇮🇹
Tonight thousands of Europeans will pay tribute the three young fascist activists murdered on January 7, 1978 by communist scum and the political police.
Their names were Franco (19), Francesco (18) and Stefano (20).
Per tutti i camerati caduti, presente!
07/01/2026 Roma 🇮🇹
Stasera migliaia di Europei parteciperanno al tributo per onorare i tre giovani attivisti fascisti assassinati il 7 gennaio 1978 dalla feccia comunista e la polizia politica.
I loro nomi erano Franco (19), Francesco (18) e Stefano (20).
Per tutti i camerati caduti, presente!
➡️ @ouestcasual7
🔴 Back-up : @ouestcasual8e
Ce soir, des milliers d'Européens vont rendre hommage aux trois jeunes militants fascistes assassinés le 7 janvier 1978 par la racaille communiste et la police politique.
Ils s'appelaient Franco (19 ans), Francesco (18 ans) et Stefano (20 ans).
Per tutti i camerati caduti, presente!
07/01/2026 Rome 🇮🇹
Tonight thousands of Europeans will pay tribute the three young fascist activists murdered on January 7, 1978 by communist scum and the political police.
Their names were Franco (19), Francesco (18) and Stefano (20).
Per tutti i camerati caduti, presente!
07/01/2026 Roma 🇮🇹
Stasera migliaia di Europei parteciperanno al tributo per onorare i tre giovani attivisti fascisti assassinati il 7 gennaio 1978 dalla feccia comunista e la polizia politica.
I loro nomi erano Franco (19), Francesco (18) e Stefano (20).
Per tutti i camerati caduti, presente!
➡️ @ouestcasual7
🔴 Back-up : @ouestcasual8e
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3POINTOH!
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White Lads Aesthetics
<unknown> – 3POINTOH!
Came across this artist what do you guys think?
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Another night of training. If only more of our so-called "right-wing influencers" traded their endless podcasts for the forge of combat sports instead of merely dissecting how everything is, indeed, fake, gay, and Jewish, dooming us all with their verbal diarrhea perhaps we could forge a true, cohesive nationalist scene in America, one rooted in iron rather than egos and ephemeral hot takes.
Consider the triumphant nationalist movements of yore: Romania's Iron Guard, the NSDAP, Mussolini's Blackshirts, Spain's Falangists. These were legions of veterans and roughnecks, bronzed by battle and sweat, with only a sprinkling of bespectacled bookworms at the helm. Hitler himself would storm communist beer halls, leaping onto tables and firing shots into the ceiling to seize the room's gaze—like a true barbarian poet, not some simpering screen-dweller. Do you imagine today's podcasters summoning such feral audacity?
Ah, but the role of combat sports! It sculpts men into Blackshirts of the soul, vital, veined, unbreakable rather than flaccid e-celebs chasing clout. Critics love to sneer at Active Clubs as mere "wignat" gatherings, yet behold: AC has endured longer than any podcaster's fleeting empire, spanning the globe like a viral strain of vitality. Why? Because men who train, who bleed and bond in the flesh, grasp discipline and hierarchy in their very marrow lessons no solitary bugman can glean from his glowing cave.
Everyone dreams of launching a political party, slurping donations, and waltzing into the White House on a wave of rhetoric. But true metamorphosis springs from men of action, not orators. Thus, I prophesy: the future titans of white nationalism will emerge not from microphones, but from activist crucibles , where bodies clash and spirits ascend, leaving the chattering class to their eternal, impotent echo. Frens, lift, train, tribe or perish!
Consider the triumphant nationalist movements of yore: Romania's Iron Guard, the NSDAP, Mussolini's Blackshirts, Spain's Falangists. These were legions of veterans and roughnecks, bronzed by battle and sweat, with only a sprinkling of bespectacled bookworms at the helm. Hitler himself would storm communist beer halls, leaping onto tables and firing shots into the ceiling to seize the room's gaze—like a true barbarian poet, not some simpering screen-dweller. Do you imagine today's podcasters summoning such feral audacity?
Ah, but the role of combat sports! It sculpts men into Blackshirts of the soul, vital, veined, unbreakable rather than flaccid e-celebs chasing clout. Critics love to sneer at Active Clubs as mere "wignat" gatherings, yet behold: AC has endured longer than any podcaster's fleeting empire, spanning the globe like a viral strain of vitality. Why? Because men who train, who bleed and bond in the flesh, grasp discipline and hierarchy in their very marrow lessons no solitary bugman can glean from his glowing cave.
Everyone dreams of launching a political party, slurping donations, and waltzing into the White House on a wave of rhetoric. But true metamorphosis springs from men of action, not orators. Thus, I prophesy: the future titans of white nationalism will emerge not from microphones, but from activist crucibles , where bodies clash and spirits ascend, leaving the chattering class to their eternal, impotent echo. Frens, lift, train, tribe or perish!
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White Lads Aesthetics
Another night of training. If only more of our so-called "right-wing influencers" traded their endless podcasts for the forge of combat sports instead of merely dissecting how everything is, indeed, fake, gay, and Jewish, dooming us all with their verbal diarrhea…
This is not a hit piece on anti-intellectualism or podcasters in general many do solid work, dropping red pills and sharpening minds. But let's be real: the dominant energy in the American nationalist scene right now is chasing the next viral hot take, grinding out podcasts, and perfecting the art of pointing out how everything is fake, gay, Jewish, and terminally doomed. Meanwhile, actual building in the real world sweat, steel, brotherhood, territory gets treated like a quirky wignat side quest.
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Follow-Up: Beyond the Ring – Active Clubs as the Seed of a Parallel Society
People often reduce Active Clubs to "just some combat sports group"—a handful of wignats punching each other in the face, nothing more. This is a lazy caricature, and it's totally incorrect.
Yes, combat sports play a large role. Sparring, grappling, and conditioning mold new guys into something harder, more disciplined. It builds real confidence in White youth who often start out isolated, unconfident, and adrift in a system designed to keep them weak and atomized. We don't deny it: we enjoy combat sports as a powerful tool. But it's not our only tool, and fighting is far from our sole reason for existence.
Look closer and you'll see the fuller picture. Roughly half the guys involved in Active Clubs are family men—married, with wives, kids, houses, mortgages, the whole normal-life package. They serve as living role models for the younger lads just coming up, showing that strength, vitality, and nationalism aren't incompatible with building a stable family and legacy. This isn't some eternal bachelor fight club; it's men who train hard, then go home to lead households.
The real focus is building community, not just brawling. What often starts as a few lads knocking out pushups in the park together evolves into the embryonic stage of a parallel society—one carved out from the globalist, atomizing homo-culture around us.
When you meet up to train, you also meet up to talk. Bonds form in the sweat and the post-workout circle that no Discord server can replicate. Active Clubs are anything but anti-intellectual. Discussions and debates happen constantly—books get traded, new ideas shared, strategies hashed out. But it's done IRL, where men are far more open, receptive, and able to get along. Online? Most hide behind anime avatars and scream "kike fed" the second something doesn't align perfectly with their echo chamber. In person, you can actually exchange ideas without the clout-chasing, purity-spiraling nonsense. The goal shifts from proving who's the most "based" to what we can practically do to move toward a better future.
Then there's the business side, which shatters the "scrappy wignats" stereotype even further. When you train and meet in the real world week after week, you build trust that runs deeper than any virtual "friendship." Strong bonds mean reliable co-workers, partners, and networks. Those seven guys at the gym aren't just training partners—they're potential employees, business collaborators, sources of opportunities. One might have a sister or cousin who could be your future wife. Another might tip you off to a job, a property, or a side hustle. Seven guys becomes seven pathways to grow your life, secure your family, and build for our people's future.
In short: combat sports forge the individual man, but the club as a whole forges something bigger, a network of strong, connected White men who live out their ideology daily, not just pontificate about it. From pushups in the park to families, businesses, and a nascent parallel world. That's the real story.
Frens, train hard, build deeper, and watch the seeds take root. 💪
- Rundo
People often reduce Active Clubs to "just some combat sports group"—a handful of wignats punching each other in the face, nothing more. This is a lazy caricature, and it's totally incorrect.
Yes, combat sports play a large role. Sparring, grappling, and conditioning mold new guys into something harder, more disciplined. It builds real confidence in White youth who often start out isolated, unconfident, and adrift in a system designed to keep them weak and atomized. We don't deny it: we enjoy combat sports as a powerful tool. But it's not our only tool, and fighting is far from our sole reason for existence.
Look closer and you'll see the fuller picture. Roughly half the guys involved in Active Clubs are family men—married, with wives, kids, houses, mortgages, the whole normal-life package. They serve as living role models for the younger lads just coming up, showing that strength, vitality, and nationalism aren't incompatible with building a stable family and legacy. This isn't some eternal bachelor fight club; it's men who train hard, then go home to lead households.
The real focus is building community, not just brawling. What often starts as a few lads knocking out pushups in the park together evolves into the embryonic stage of a parallel society—one carved out from the globalist, atomizing homo-culture around us.
When you meet up to train, you also meet up to talk. Bonds form in the sweat and the post-workout circle that no Discord server can replicate. Active Clubs are anything but anti-intellectual. Discussions and debates happen constantly—books get traded, new ideas shared, strategies hashed out. But it's done IRL, where men are far more open, receptive, and able to get along. Online? Most hide behind anime avatars and scream "kike fed" the second something doesn't align perfectly with their echo chamber. In person, you can actually exchange ideas without the clout-chasing, purity-spiraling nonsense. The goal shifts from proving who's the most "based" to what we can practically do to move toward a better future.
Then there's the business side, which shatters the "scrappy wignats" stereotype even further. When you train and meet in the real world week after week, you build trust that runs deeper than any virtual "friendship." Strong bonds mean reliable co-workers, partners, and networks. Those seven guys at the gym aren't just training partners—they're potential employees, business collaborators, sources of opportunities. One might have a sister or cousin who could be your future wife. Another might tip you off to a job, a property, or a side hustle. Seven guys becomes seven pathways to grow your life, secure your family, and build for our people's future.
In short: combat sports forge the individual man, but the club as a whole forges something bigger, a network of strong, connected White men who live out their ideology daily, not just pontificate about it. From pushups in the park to families, businesses, and a nascent parallel world. That's the real story.
Frens, train hard, build deeper, and watch the seeds take root. 💪
- Rundo
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