Sons of the Frontier

“I know that few of you who read my words have ever thought about your ancestors this way. It has not occurred to you that your ancestors were survivors and that the survival itself sometimes involved savage decisions, a kind of wanton brutality which civilized humankind works very hard to suppress. What price will you pay for that suppression? Will you accept your own extinction?” Frank Herbert from God Emperor of Dune

Sometimes I feel like I’m reaching beyond what’s necessary. First and foremost, I seek to RESAVAGE American Men. To radicalize them, at bare minimum, to the level of the Founding Fathers. Academics like to stick to them the liberal ideas of WHY they fought. And maybe it was true for some of the men who put their names to the Declaration of Independence. The men who formed the armies however, probably had different ideas about the matter. Unlike their cousins from across the pond, these men got a taste of true freedom and all the responsibility that freedom entailed.

They understood what it meant to be responsible for themselves. To govern themselves. The frontier resavaged the colonists. It remade them into a new type of man. A new race for a new age. Many of these men probably didn’t read anything other than the Bible. They weren’t seduced by liberal ideas. This was THEIR land and they fought to keep it.

These men were bound by blood. They were born in America. They were AMERICAN. They had no concept of what the Old World was. What they had before them was the dangerous frontier on one side and some empire trying to control them on the other. What made them strong was the life they had to live. A life in accordance with nature because they lived in nature.

The doctrines of nature were instinctual to these men. The colonial army was very poorly equipped. Men would march barefoot after their boots had worn off. Not long after the War for Independence, a sixteen year old Nathan Bedford Forrest went into the forest at night to hunt the panther that had attacked his sister. He hunted it all night before killing it at dawn. Americans were made of something different. There are many stories like this.

American Resavaging

Collectively, Americans — by Americans I mean of the founding stock who can trace the lineage back to before the Revolutionary War — have a lot to be proud of. The state apparatus seeks to demoralize our race by putting into the forefront our supposed sins against “humanity” and using this same rhetoric to empower the people they seek to replace us with. You cannot listen to anything they say. They are people driven by money and power. They’ve forsaken any kind of kinship to the blood long ago. The United States is a massive country and people tamed it inside a hundred years directly after defeating our cousins who were the strongest empire in the world at the time.

We as an originally isolationist country imposed our will on the world less than two hundred years after our founding. Now — we don’t agree with how that will is being imposed. Those who wrongfully use that power are traitors to the blood. Traitors to our ancestors. Our parents and grandparents were deceived into comfort and we are only waking up to their deception. And it couldn’t come at a more perilous time. The power of our ancestors still lives in us even now as the walls seem closing in. But it’s not something that’s given, it must earned, fought for. Your worth must be proven.

Americans have a reputation to protect. The world knows this reputation, it’s only we who seem to have forgotten. What is this reputation? You feel it on a day like July 4th where it collectively wakes up. The idea that you don’t fuck with us. We dominated damn near an entire continent and we are armed to the teeth. We refuse to suffer tyrants.

We are a people born from the frontier. Hardened by it. The last of the Germanic races to experience it. Hell, you can argue we’ve always been on or close by it. We aren’t made for the “trad life.” Our blood is attracted to the furthest reaches of the known world. We want to go beyond. To overcome what lies beyond.

You have a duty to the blood. To not go silently into the night. To live the American Warrior Ethos. The ethos that won’t let itself be tread upon by tyrants, even if they are our own. It ain’t so much that we dislike kings — we dislike tyrants. We get behind the right type of man who honored what’s in the blood. Washington would have been made king if he had wanted it.

The Sons of the Frontier

Your duty is to the blood. To our race. What does this mean? It means you must do as Nietzsche says and have the will to be responsible to yourself. Don’t delegate your safety and power to the cold monster known as the state. Every man is a warrior whether he wants to be or not. The Early Americans knew this which is why we have something like the 2nd Amendment in place. To protect from Indian raids.

Take this to heart. If you don’t own a weapon, change that. If you aren’t strong and fit, change that. The Greek hoplite spent the amount it takes to buy a car to provision himself with armor and weapons. What should the modern hoplite equip himself with? Guns, armor, and night vision seem to be the top three. Don’t forget also to have friends who will fight at your side.

It’s important to train. To master your craft as a warrior. This world we live in sets you up for failure. The closer you can be to your friends, the better. That is the reason we were organized by RACE before modern times. People of your race were extensions of kin. Germanic tribes would form war bands to protect their turf.

We are the sons of the frontier. Our people thrive in the frontier. It feels like there are no new frontiers to go to, but the frontier is still there. Your homeland has become enemy territory. It’s effectively a frontier. If you need some higher goal look to what hasn’t been done before. No race has taken a continent or even the whole of the earth. No race has taken to the stars. There is much work to be done.

Until next time.