Thy Neighbor
It’s a given, we have to, and will again live among high-trust people only.
Yes, in some instances, the shock and awe that good men use to achieve this peace will be brutal. This mission, to some, seems new, lofty, and far far away, yet it is our very essence, the unending and unchanging longing of mankind. Our motion toward its realization is guarded by a ready and willing violence held in reserve, poised for action. The fear of the American Man summoning this resolve grants us our victory by word and not blood, for the gift of our might is that they will never show the whites of their eyes; they will never ascend the hill to test our mettle. The storm of our unmatched rage is why we can and will overcome this clear and present evil by word and not blood… our wrath, their looming death, is the only peace, all who have missed this certainty have missed everything, and have nothing to offer but to take orders from better men.
Post Nubila Phoebus. We the people are soldiering toward a rebirth of freedom, and though in this moment we perhaps are not yet at the end of the beginning of this matter, its conclusion is imminent; nothing in history has or will overcome Western Men united and determined. The good news, for the whole earth is that the result will be the same for those without vision to see, or wisdom to know, or faith to believe. The heretofore unimagined thriving sown from this victory will spread roots far and wide, blooming in brilliant color, as in the beginning of this greatest nation, the light will fill the whole earth.
I know many of my articles present the nobility and preeminence of our untapped might and force of will, but these are things most people knew for most times. We, here in this day, may have uniquely forgotten the ancient ways of men, but this delusion will not stand the fire of time. The means by which society grows strong after the victory is of greater interest to me. As if drawn by gravity, my heart of hearts keeps looking over its shoulder for the meek maturity it takes to rule over fools defeated in a way as to gain their buy-in, have their allegiance, and render them friend. Where, without any deviation from what is true, the friends of those loved so greatly remember their brothers by establishing unrelenting forgiveness and uncompromising restoration.
Our time has lost what it means to restore. Restoration doesn't include handouts or subsidies; quite the opposite, it requires more, it sets a harder path with awful consequences for those who stray. It most certainly looks nothing like the nanny-state of fraud we live in today. In a good society, those who merely poke the lion get the type of terrible wrath that discourages all but the most severely retarded, who get locked away swiftly and, in many cases, permanently.
The discipline and strong love it takes for foe to become friend is far more interesting, where we dine with the defeated, again, not in poisoned postmodern delusion, but with uncompromising truth and a double-edged sword. It will be with great manners and high class that we the people, the light on this highest hill, call the world up to our standard of exceptional greatness.
Goodness works; evil does not. It is that simple. Therefore, the defeat of evil is also their unforeseen victory; it is one-to-one the realization of the results they thought their wicked ways would procure. Our victory blesses those defeated with the very dreams their error kept them from, and for the droning masses, evil’s unwhitting idiots, their defeat graciously grants them the gifts their bridaled wandering would never have found. The bounty they thought would come from control was found always and only on the path toward liberty. The ends by which their unjust means couldn’t produce flowed from the excess of the rising tide, which not only conquered them, but lifted them. Their total surrender is their total victory. The greatest truths will always be held within the greatest tensions.
All the art students who want to paint, sculpt, dance, sing, write, act, etc., have spent the last 100 years bringing about their own demise. The highest control places on earth have always been void of art. Control breeds dull sameness; control doesn't even have a destination. There is no vision; it is the haunting drug-addled chase of an unending thirst toward nothing. It is the passionless, loveless, blah of Hakon Anton Fageras, who used his skill to make a meaningless marble pillow. Freedom is a deep eye smile of raw passion, it is the butterflies of a long love lived anew, it is the excitement of the unknown, it is the joy of adventure, it is the beauty of Giovanni Strazza. The excess that provides for the arts has always come from the fruits of liberty. Art will again inspire us toward beauty and nobility. To you artists: I am so excited to see what you create! I can’t wait!
The same could be said for so many dancing by the strings of fiat money: Teachers, Scientists, Physicists, Doctors, Researchers, Journalists, Corporations, and so on… to each and every one of you: we will set you free. And again, I am so excited to see what you create!
If the side of control wins, they will use their victory to destroy. The vengeance will be total. When we win, we will restore, for without restoration, victory is not victory; it is a seed for a greater destruction, a deeper sadness, and the feeling of being utterly alone. If whatever we are fighting for does not include restoration, we have, and we are already lost. But, not to worry, the great men and women of liberty are winning for everyone and are dedicated to restore the defeated, because we actually like them, we truly enjoy them! Once set free, we can’t wait to see the beauty they bring to our shared world.
Yes, the good people of the world are angry, and righteously so. But righteous anger is outrageously for those who find themselves in its storm. Hate is filled with an emotional rage that seeks to end its opposition by & through all means available. Righteous anger is the re-calling of destiny, and it is the re-establishment of promise.
Righteous anger wins so that it might seat those defeated at the victor’s table.
It is the way of the true warrior.
It is the banner of the true victor.
