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Two years ago today one Polish young man stood fast holding a crucifix and rosary in front of a 1,000 strong pride march in Płock, Poland.

Jakub Baryła did not at first want to stand against it, stating that he feared the "...social consequences. I was afraid of how people would react." But after seeing icons of the Mother of God blasphemed and tarnished with rainbows, he ran to a nearby church and asked the priest for a crucifix. Darting back to the procession, he stood peacefully and bravely for God and the Church, until police were forced to haul him away, Jakub still clutching the crucifix.

This young man said he was inspired in part by the example of Polish military chaplain Father Ignacy Skorupka who fell in the Battle of Warsaw on 14 August, 1920 during the war to repel the communist bolshevik invasion. He either died from a chance bullet while anointing a fatally wounded soldier, or, as one Polish battle report testified, fell while inspiring the men onward against the enemy with a crucifix held high.

Whether the march was planned purposefully to occur near the date is unclear, but it is curious that the 99th anniversary of the battle and his death would pass four days after Jakub's action.

Nobody likes Toby, don't be Toby

For many among our ranks, Fascist idealism is just that: idealism. These type of men see the problems infesting the modern world; they see the problems plaguing their own souls. Yet, no meaningful action is taken. Worse off than the complacent masses, these types will find themselves in a jail of their own mind. Everyday they are reminded of their problems and the necessary remedies, but push them to the side and continue wallowing in a slough of their own mediocrity.

As I've expounded on before, the path towards victory lies in gaining popular support amongst the general public. How do we do this? By effecting change in ourselves and thusly upon those around us. Herein lies the problem. No amount of redpills benefits a malcontent misanthrope who is frail of body and weak in spirit.

We like to think that by "opening the eyes" of these men, offering them a home, we will instill in them the spark needed to undergo a complete and radical change of self. However, as I've seen with my own eyes, this is often not the case. By giving subpar men a seat with the rest, they are left with a false sense of accomplishment. By allowing them to continue participating with high quality men and not demanding immediate and visible attempts for reconciliation of their shortcomings, we foster an acceptance of the weak and incapable.

So, counter to the idea that we ought to merely shove redpills in the ears of any and every passerby, I propose that we are more selective and nurturing in our approach to the rebirth of our people. We should be working on molding those around us - guiding them towards the way of self improvement. Those that seek our destruction keep us weak and docile with pleasure and comfort. A man that has an unlimited supply of fish at the press of a button will not, of his own volition, make the decision to catch his own fish. He must be shown the way.

One man is many. The many are one. The struggle of my brother too becomes my struggle.

Neither for fame nor glory, I do not matter as an individual. The spoils of victory either belong to us all, or they shall belong to none.

“Every disordered soul is its own punishment.”

- Augustine, Confessions