Oakwood's Grove

Much is being made of the recent election of Giorgia Meloni to the highest seat of office in Italy, both from the left who sees her victory as a return to Fascism, and from the right who hold out hope that they are right. Despite the fact that her voting record leaves little to be desired, (vaccine passports for example), and statements fawning over Israel, the real issue with this politician is just that, she is a politician. All of them are beholden to the rules of the global democratic system, they can poke and prod and skirt the line a bit to be sure, but ultimately they adhere to the continuation of this system by their participation. A system which has as its core principle the destruction of all we hold dear.

I contend this does nothing but placate the masses who find in the election of "based" politicians a renewed faith in the parliamentary governments of their respective countries. This can never yield the results that are necessary in order for a new world to be fashioned unburdened by modernity, because this course of action presupposes the continued existence of modern democratic government.

To those who believe the potential benefits to the average Italian, wether they be financial, demographic, religious, etc., are the real prize here I ask this: Is it truly a step forward to have in office someone who merely pays lip service to our ideas? How is this not merely a delaying of the inevitable rolling over the skulls of every European who decries the destruction of their people? At best this election can only delay a few material issues, in the way that a terminally ill patient is given drugs to ease the burden of death, and even then only for as long as the party remains in power.

We live in a time where the governments of our countries are explicit in their disdain for our people and implicit politics can no longer suffice. Softly suggesting that you would prefer your people not be subject to genocide, your culture mocked and erased, and your traditions be labeled a blight upon common decency can produce only half-steps and half-hearted measures.

We know what needs to be done, and we know that it will not happen in the temples of democracy.

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The future of America will rest in the hands of a select few men who are animated not by politics in its base form of policy and party, but in the highest sense of the word.

It will be necessary for these few to construct some Order. The difficulty of this will be shared with our European counterparts as our country was born from a revolution, which is by its very nature anti-traditional, and anything resembling tradition in Europe has long been squashed and removed completely from its political forms.

This Order must have as its "generating principle", to borrow a term from Evola, a pan-European basis which will allow them to pull from the great traditional orders of Europe such as the Knights Templar and, in more recent times, the SS, at will, discarding what is useless and leaving only what is applicable.

Unburdened by historical contingency it will be possible to shape a new America based upon a spiritual brotherhood. Not bound by geography and the sentimentality of "home" these will men set themselves wherever the conditions are most favorable for a counterrevolution.

The obsession among the chronically online with "original" thinking is a symptom of modern liberal philosophy. It is indicative of the modern spirit and the attitude of those who claim to be "the last to know". Usually touted about by those who have no real motive except to be seen as intelligent, this equates to little more than an intellectual masturbation.

There is nothing new under the sun.

When one understands this concept the world of tradition begins to reveal itself to him, as if he were stumbling through the dark, and as he struggles to find his footing happens upon a torch, dimmed but not extinguished.

We do not seek to fashion for ourselves a new torch, but to reignite the one passed down to us from our forebears.

The birth of my son was the most wonderful thing I've been apart of in my life.

The expectation, the nine months seemingly never coming to an end. Fear that every appointment may bring terrible news, and the overwhelming relief when it doesn't.

Doing your best to remain as stoic as possible so that you may be a pillar of serenity for both your wife and child.

But it wasn't until I held him for the first time that I truly appreciated the magic of what our little burgeoning family had just accomplished. Shakespeare's sonnet 18 came to mind. Like a wave the realization came crashing over me that I had, for the first time, truly had a taste of immortality.

I implore anyone who happens to read this to understand that so long as we continue to press forward, despite what dark corners and terrifying paths that may take us down, we keep alive the same spirit which animated our forebears to circumnavigate the globe, create art worthy of display amongst the heavens, and build states structured as if the gods themselves created the law. Our ancestors are not dead, they are simply waiting for you to awaken them.

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.