What is most lacking among young White men today is not strength or intellect, but inspiration. In ages past, they were enveloped in the grand creations of their ancestors, surrounded by towering monuments to European genius, and walked among the stone and marble legacies of a superior bloodline. But now, what do they see? Crumbling heaps of plywood and the soulless shades of beige and gray that infect the once-glorious landscape. These are not the marks of a thriving race, but of one that is shackled to mediocrity.
In their formative years, previous generations were lifted by tales of heroism, by epics of ancient warriors and the gallant exploits of cowboys—tales that forged a deep connection to heritage, race, and tradition. Those stories inspired pride in their blood. Today, these have been replaced by degeneracy and filth that poisons the soul and demands we grovel in shame for the triumphs of our forefathers. They preach that we should embrace our demise, our extinction, as if it were some noble end.
But even in this age of decay, all is not lost. We may no longer have majestic art or awe-inspiring architecture to kindle the flame within us. But we still have ourselves. As a Nationalist, it is your duty to become the beacon of inspiration. Forge your body, your mind, and your spirit into the iron will of our people. Let your actions, your words, and your very physique stand as testimony to the superiority of our ideals. You must become the monument they long to see. Give them something to follow, something to aspire to. For in you, and in those who follow, lies the future of our race.
In their formative years, previous generations were lifted by tales of heroism, by epics of ancient warriors and the gallant exploits of cowboys—tales that forged a deep connection to heritage, race, and tradition. Those stories inspired pride in their blood. Today, these have been replaced by degeneracy and filth that poisons the soul and demands we grovel in shame for the triumphs of our forefathers. They preach that we should embrace our demise, our extinction, as if it were some noble end.
But even in this age of decay, all is not lost. We may no longer have majestic art or awe-inspiring architecture to kindle the flame within us. But we still have ourselves. As a Nationalist, it is your duty to become the beacon of inspiration. Forge your body, your mind, and your spirit into the iron will of our people. Let your actions, your words, and your very physique stand as testimony to the superiority of our ideals. You must become the monument they long to see. Give them something to follow, something to aspire to. For in you, and in those who follow, lies the future of our race.