“We are Forerunners. Guardians of all that exists. The roots of the Galaxy have grown deep under our careful tending. Where there is life, the wisdom of our countless generations has saturated the soil. Our strength is a luminous sun, towards which all intelligence blossoms… And the impervious shelter, beneath which it has prospered.”

The Heritage by Rudyard Kipling

If there was ever a more “red-pill” poet than Kipling, I’ve yet to encounter him. This particular poem of his is one that I discovered just today- I was flipping randomly through his work on my phone and stopped the moment I saw it. Basically, if you...

Rimini by Rudyard Kipling

Marching Song of a Roman Legion of the Later Empire When I left Rome for Lalage’s sake,By the Legions’ Road to Rimini, She vowed her heart was mine to take With me and my shield to Rimini– (Till the Eagles flew from Rimini–) And I’ve...

The price is her soul

The thousand-cock stare is real- even on virgins There is an old joke- a very old joke- that goes something like this: A man at a party spies an attractive young woman and makes his way over to her to chat her up. The conversation is enjoyably spirited, and...

The Children’s Song by Rudyard Kipling

From the story “Puck of Pook’s Hill”: Land of our Birth, we pledge to thee Our love and toil in the years to be; When we are grown and take our place As men and women with our race. Father in Heaven who lovest all, Oh, help Thy children when they...

Black Lives MAFFer

Janet Bloomfield had a guest post up from a black mathematician by the name of Dr. Jonathan David Farley a few days ago, in which Dr. Farley attempted to explain (blacksplain?) away the fact that NO black mathematician has ever been awarded a Fields Medal. The Fields...

What is the matter with white people?

Take up the White Man’s burden– Send forth the best ye breed– Go, bind your sons to exile To serve your captives’ need; To wait, in heavy harness, On fluttered folk and wild– Your new-caught sullen peoples, Half devil and half child....

The enemy within

At the Gates The armies of the invaders were gathered outside, tens of thousands strong. Within the walls, the defenders looked out on a plain swarming with enemies; there was no safe refuge to be found anywhere nearby. The city had been under siege for two long and...

Like nails on a chalkboard

Here’s a great way to test your tolerance for pain and suffering. See if you can make it ALL the way through this short clip summarising the Hilldebeast’s so-called “alt-Right speech”: Oof. I’d rather go smash my shins into a high-density...

Condolences

I had hoped to finish up writing that post that’s been sitting in my Drafts folder for like a week about why a white nationalist movement is no bad thing, but events got in the way- and not in a positive sense. All things considered, today was not exactly the...

The children of a dying paradise

I recently wrapped up reading a short book- more like an extended essay or master’s thesis, really- by a chap named Julian Langness, who writes quite well and thoughtfully over at European Civil War. Part travelogue, part philosophical discourse on the current...