Eternal Glory to one of the finest New Englanders we’ve ever known. A father, a friend, and a hero of the White Race.

Leo Cullinan 1988-2023

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Rest In Peace brother🙏🏻

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If you previously had DMs with the old account, or need a faster way to get in touch, this will be our crew telegram going forward.

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Sean Kauffmann is a driving force in the Tennessee Active Club. He is a man of great character and we have nothing but good things to say about all interactions our club has had with him in-person and on the net.

He has an outsized impact in everything he does and is constantly contributing meaningfully towards helping other men in the cause in any way he can.

Please donate to Sean if you have the means: https://www.givesendgo.com/GARHH

"I'm currently embroiled in a appeal to a case where I have been wrongfully accused of crimes I did not commit. The state forced me to plea out, or my family would've lost everything if I continued to face incarceration. This resulted in a situation where until I pled out, I was unable to help or provide any financial assistance as the main provider. 

I now have a chance to procure evidence released to attempt to clear my name and restore some of my rights that were taken in the process. I may also be able to be to regain contact and visitation with my children as well."

Anti-White Portland Proud Boys attacking Rose City Nationalists whom they greatly outnumber. They call them "racists" and attack them from behind and while they're on the ground. Doing to people further right of them what Antifa has done to them several times. When they rip their masks off you can see that they're mostly young guys outsized by the fatter middle aged drunks and drug addicts who are attacking them. Pretty much all the younger talent and men with promise have abandoned the sinking ship that is Proud Boys in Portland area. Leaving it one of the most degenerate ((((anti-White))) PB chapters, next to Ohio of course.

This is a lesson for why we need Unity amongst Our People especially while out at rallies. You can't take a small crew of green boys into a situation in a place notorious for hands off policing where hostile Antifa/Proud Boys (same thing in Portland) are going to be there in much greater numbers. When the situation is against you, you need numbers.

@TheWesternChauvinist7

The more of us that are in Active Clubs, the better. Simple as.

Localized, autonomous cells, with directed outward action in our communities, and inward action towards the raising of functional and effective militants for our ideological message.

𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕚 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕖

Hit us up, any based honorable and respectable Proud Boys left in the VA/MD areas. Don’t hitch your wagon to the sinking ship that is the peebs. @thesonsofva @thesonsofva_ac

Attention any peebs that have some racial consciousness. You will be stabbed in the back. Get out now. You're on a sinking ship. There are clubs like us and the Active Club that will offer you more than these infiltrated degenerates can possibly offer. Join your local White Nationalist clubs. Can't find one? Make one. I'll help you. You know where to find me. Embrace the suck and educate yourselves. Don't be a fat slob. Be a White Man. Rise up and reclaim what's yours.

"Being “fit” with a physique is much more than how “good” you look…

A well-built physique is a status symbol that reflects your hard work. Money can not buy it, nor can you inherit it. You can not steal it, nor can you borrow it. You can not hold on to it, without constant work. It shows dedication. It shows discipline. It shows self-respect. It shows dignity. It shows patience, work ethic, and passion.

Being “fit” is far more than just looks."

Turn yourself into a symbol of our worldview.

The importance of good street propaganda

Propaganda is an often overlooked aspect of our fight for what’s right. It is the best tool we have to expose ourselves to the world and to show our noble intentions and ideals. It should inspire and leave the viewers in awe and admiration, like the statues and monuments of old.

unfortunately many times we see the opposite. In our day today, we often find signs of expression of those who support our cause on our cities’ walls and streets, but these signs are lackluster at best.
Ill scribbled graffiti’s with slogans that mean nothing to the average viewer or even worse something that automatically turns the viewer away. Bad street art will never create a good image.
Would you be proud of something similar?
If we are proud of our heritage, we must honor it with well-thought-out works of beauty.

Think about it: those who want us to be miserable spend millions of dollars on entire teams of people whose only purpose is to research the best way to make an ad so compelling it will make you want to buy.

Our cause is far more important than some products: it is the future of our nation and the lives of our families. This is why you need to put effort into researching and studying your art before going out and painting graffiti.
A fighter trains before competing, he puts in the work before stepping in the ring. You should do the same when it comes to art.

Take a look at past graffiti that pop, look good, and are able to catch the eye of a passerby. Get good and show off your creativity. No one ever likes a copycat. Aim to create work that you would be proud to show even if it were to be the only thing someone saw from you.
And talking about yourself, don’t separate the art from the artist.
Your work is only as good as you are: be well-groomed, be strong, and clean. If you look good you do good and if you do good, we win!

Take care and be the best. You will thank yourself later.

Imagine being your average Nick Fuentes enjoyer during an anti-White riot like in France. Just scared to even venture out of your house and hoping the system pigs do their job and protect you. Imagine being ANY of these koshers who counter-signal guys like Patriot Front and Active Clubs. How do you think they would feel if suddenly their lives of ease and comfort were interrupted by something like that and the cops had zero control over the situation? You think they'd still be counter-signalling real Nationalists, or would they be praying that a couple hundred of us showed up to block the streets before the rioters got to their houses?

One day soon, something far bigger than the anti-White riots we've seen recently may happen in America. If the biggest conflict you've ever been apart of is an online trolling campaign against Ben Shapiro, your odds of making it drop drastically. You have to start thinking who you want as friends in the future. Do you want a bunch of antisocial permanently online nerds, or a bunch of IRL meeting trained bros who are going to be there when you need it. In a riot situation where thousands of hostiles have taken over the streets, the institutions we rely on for protection ALWAYS temporarily lose control. For however long until the police can gather adequate force, the mob rules.

Think about these two questions:

1. Who do you want as your friends when the institutions meant to protect you fail?

2. Who do YOU want to be when the institutions meant to protect you fail?

@TheWesternChauvinist7

“Hey man. I want you to hear it from me first. Jason’s dead.”

Silence for a moment. I waited for my old platoon sergeant to say it was a joke. I had just had a conversation with Jason the day before online. We had complained to each other about how lonely our society was for men who had spent years sweating, crying and bleeding alongside each other. About how ‘soft’ the so-called men we worked alongside as civilians were. About how society in general had no place left for warriors. Jason wasn’t dead. He was having a hard time, but we all were… right?

“I didn’t want you to see it online. His family is going to have the service this week. They wanted us to feel free to come for a memorial service over the holiday weekend this month.”

I thanked my old sergeant and hung up the phone. Leaned over my kitchen countertop and let the emotions wash over me. For the first time in a long time, I sobbed.

At the memorial service, a dozen-odd roughly dressed men made a circle in the church parking lot. Cigarettes and beers passed covertly. We recounted memories, stories and conversations with Jason. Every one of us could remember a time we depended on him for something; a mood lift, a joke, our sanity or even our lives.

Jason was a year shy of thirty. He left behind a grieving girlfriend, heartbroken parents and a brother who blamed himself. He left behind a group of men who had laughed and cried and fought with (and against) him. He was the first of the men I had forged a bond in fire with to pass on from wounds not of his body but his spirit. The first, but not the last.

I’ve been asked what radicalized me. It wasn’t the time five black males beat me to the ground until I passed out before they went through my pockets. It wasn’t the time two hispanic boys held guns at my head and took my phone, backpack and wallet. It wasn’t the time I had a frozen water bottle and a beer can lobbed into the back of my head at a political event where I went without being a supporter, just wanting to hear out a candidate. It was the looks on my brother’s faces as the rifles fired over a flag-draped casket. It was the despair I saw in a dozen war-worn White faces as men watched a brother laid to final rest, born down by the weight of a world who rejected his very existence.

Our opponents love to paint our movement as one of hatred, of reactionary opposition to “difference”. The reality is, our fight is one of love for our racial brothers and sisters. Of honor for our forefathers who secured our future through their labor and pain. Of hope for our children, and the future we shall leave as their inheritance. We don’t fight because we hate those different from us. We fight because we love our own Folk.

One Folk. One Nation. Hail victory! ✋🏻