Adult War Strides

Where your cruel Hard Right effectiveness must begin.

Yesterday I spoke to you about Baby War Steps.

We talked about the basic decisions of courage and cowardice, about the fundamental values that drive militants to defend their soil and sustain their nations.

Today we’re going to talk about where cruel effectiveness begins and where you must immediately bring it to bear. And we’ll examine this from several standpoints.

The first is that of the young fighting age male. He has a dreadful future ahead of him in these desecrated times, no matter what happens, and the good news is that he’s got very little to lose and everything to gain in our Age of Militants.

We will also review the demands faced by our typical established Western man, with career and family and other obligations that of course run rather counter to the usual idea of “militant activism in the Third World War”. He has more circumscribed options but greater responsibility to effect his work in this realm of conflict.

And finally some perspective on the older generations: Generation X with its cynical endurance and those rare Boomers who haven’t quite yielded up the rest of their locust existence to the Day of the Pillow.

(As an interesting aside, Vox Day published the above-linked article exactly one year ago today, a rather apropos discovery.)

Now let’s set some ground rules for discussion:

Every decision must ultimately be followed with action.

Those who fail to act on their conscience in response to totalitarian control are useless eaters who push others ahead of them on the line to the killing pits. As such, they are disgusting degenerates and we need not trouble ourselves further with them, until they show up from the hustled line to face the inevitable wall in the future that comes.

That should be clear enough, don’t you think?

Of course everyone has their excuses.

We dealt with those excuses yesterday, and how they all boil down to unmanaged and self-destructive fear that leeches into the greater culture and accelerates subjugation.

What direct action should you take, once you’ve overcome fear and made honorable decisions about your heritage, legacy, and the evil that you face today?

What is the best thing to do?

You must begin with certain sharp and certain realizations and concurrent adoption of concomitant values to support, sustain, and advance your survival, momentum, and triumph. The most important reminder I can give you comes from The Nine Laws, which if you haven’t read you had best get into forthwith:

No one is coming to save you. Your power is all that you and your loved ones can depend upon.

If you’re not prepared to fight with everything you have, your state of affairs is very bad. The other side of this very dangerous seesaw is the inflexible order of the Company:

Fuck you, fix it.

In between this absolute reality of noncooperative arenas, and the duty of the State imposed upon you once your conscience takes the driver’s seat, you’ve got a universe worth of responsibilities and options.

For our young fighting age males, we do have some serious imperatives they are strongly advised to read and follow. And beyond that advice, we strongly recommend that you train and network as your first order of business.

Young men are romantic not from passion but from inexperience. Passion is certainly present; the vigor, health, and immaturity of youth are inexorably overlaid upon that inexperience by Heaven’s principles, human nature, and the results of their admixture in the real world over time.

This is normal, and not criticism.

But romance is not helpful in war; nor is imagined drama.

Find a fight club. Real world training is absolutely essential. And it behooves you to understand the reality of fists to the face and body, how much it hurts, and how useless egotistical puffery is when you’re entangled with someone intent on beating you into the ground.

Demonstrate forthrightness. Let go of ego and learn to push through the discomfort, exhaustion, anxiety, adrenalin, and every other admixture of real impact that comes with harsh and athletic training.

You will learn to embody important aspects of character referred to as straightforwardness and determination when you have learned what you’re really capable of, what you aren’t, and the risky and often literally bleeding edges that you test will highlight your authentic capacity for yourself.

Get beaten! Learn to beat others. Get comfortable with the emotional, intellectual, and physical grounding of undeferred violence.

You’ll thank me later, and you’ll do it from within the company of Men.

Anything else you do beyond training and networking will not yield nearly as much results towards the indomitability you’re going to need in spades sooner or later.

What about our family man, who isn’t really set up to show up for work or come home with black eyes and split lips? Who has bedtime stories to read, homestead work to complete, a spouse who in all likelihood won’t be seriously interested in militant action in defense of legacy and heritage?

Yes, she’ll likely see it as a risk to her safety and security.

That’s quite all right, so long as you manage your efforts in the proper direction.

Your risks and rewards, efforts and direction will of course be different. You’ll heal slower than our younger militants as well; that’s one of the prices you pay for leaving your twenties and perhaps your thirties behind.

Therefore you must become an autodidact.

Once more the Company delivers serious value exhortation:

Fuck you, find out.

You will do well to understand that nearly everything you have been taught is a lie.

This is overwhelmingly not due to conscious and overarching evil in opposition to Heaven, but merely the banal natures of Men who are stupid, slothful, egotistical, and above all whiny when faced with the task of spiritual development that empowers objectivity and dispassionate observation of reality.

Trade your sports viewing for scholarship. Let go of wasteful pursuits and commence the discipline of research and analysis; and above all things, understand that the history of great men is about men and not about greatness.

You must develop the empathy to understand the why and how the leaders and generals and statesmen and insurgents of old, did the things they did.

And rather than ego and passion, you must learn to upend your habitual acceptance of initial information and dig into the realities beneath.

Thanks to both its own obsessive documentation and the rapt fascination of countless competing historians, the period leading up to and during National Socialist Germany is a useful example to provide.

Read several biographies of Hitler and you’ll get a sense of the arc of the story. Take it further and read the original translated cables sent back and forth between Berlin and London and Paris and Rome; dig into alternative sources such as the insurance industry’s analysis of the period and how critical their small injury policies were to the rise of Hitler’s stormtrooper battalions. Use the arc of the story as overlay on other figures, other trends, such as medical complaints of the person you investigate.

And you’ll realize from this sort of scholarship that an inevitable image arises of Hitler straining and stress-shitting in painful frustration on his private toilet in Munich, cursing through migraines the bloody and thankless task of constantly bitching over and chasing after people to sign up for small insurance policies.

Not quite the magic image of a Fuehrer riding in gleaming car with his arm at an arrogant angle over the worshiping crowds, is it?

But it is reality; and a more common reality than any image of pageantry.

I can guarantee you that he spent more cumulative hours in private with agonized, lurching bowels than he did on any number of podiums.

Mao went through similar grunt work. So did Napoleon; so did Alexander and Stalin and Lenin and Gandhi every other historical figure.

They were human beings with human problems and human complaints that took very human risks and had very human outcomes; this process of demysticization of history is a crucial way to strip the nonsense radiance of “evil”, “greatness”, or other laudatory and/or condemnatory horse feces written by fools who are too enamored of their own profundity to recognize and share reality with dispassion.

It is only children and fools who believe in magic, you see.

Then find a another contemporary source, with an equally well-documented arc, and overlay it upon the first. What did rivals for power do in the National Socialist movement when their leader was groaning over the porcelain and wasting hours and days of his time in restaurants? Were they frozen on a shelf, objects without agency?

Of course not; the bloody denouement of their “Night of the Long Knives” demonstrates otherwise. Can you identify those subordinate arcs within the stories, the moments across biographies and documentaries where you can point with confidence and say, “right there, that’s when that guy started to put lethal and egotistic ambition over justice and duty and got himself shot?”

If you can do that, you can separate the aggrandizement of fools from the great rushing river of history in the current moment.

If you can do that, you can recognize it today.

And then suddenly “Trump is a threat to our democracy!” becomes inane, transparently stupid, and the cry of absolutely contemptible churls.

That is why you must study.

That is why you must become an autodidact.

That is how you will recognize your own stupidity as well.

There are none who will teach you this; who will tell you to go on Google Street View and look at where this person lived during this or that period; and put yourself into that historical figure’s shoes and imagine what they heard and smelt and saw, what their immediate visible and personal environment was. When they - as all human beings do when faced with enormous, world-shaking challenges - paced through the empty streets around their sleeping places, in the still-dark hours before dawn.

You can even do that with the birthplace of Vlad Țepeș, who slaughtered his tens of thousands and raised the Forest of the Impaled, impressively described by Laonikos Chalkokondyles in The Histories:

The sultan's army entered into the area of the impalements, which was seventeen stades long and seven stades wide. There were large stakes there on which, as it was said, about twenty thousand men, women, and children had been spitted, quite a sight for the Turks and the sultan himself. The sultan was seized with amazement and said that it was not possible to deprive of his country a man who had done such great deeds, who had such a diabolical understanding of how to govern his realm and its people. And he said that a man who had done such things was worth much. The rest of the Turks were dumbfounded when they saw the multitude of men on the stakes. There were infants too affixed to their mothers on the stakes, and birds had made their nests in their entrails.

What did little Vlad see, and what did he learn in his rise to immortal achievement?

Be there and completely humanize it and all of a sudden history becomes richer and real, rather than the gray recitation of repetitive lies you’ve always been fed.

When you remove mysticism and magic from your reading of history, and you learn to recognize self-important drama mixed with incessant pursuit of social approval on the part of historians for what it is, you’ll learn to spot liars and ignorant fools in today’s digital world as well.

The reality is never the magic display people prefer to throw up on the screen.

The reality is always shitting in pain and lonely frustration beyond endurance.

No matter who it is.

Steve Jobs went through the same sort of crushing stress. You can do this with Elon Musk; you can do it with Julius Caesar; you can do it with Ieyasu Tokugawa; you can above all things do it with yourself and see if you’re capable of doing more.

Patterns matter. And now we’ll turn to our older adults.

Now, remember that this is not a generational analysis. I don’t need to tell you the cynical and angry characteristics of Generation X nor remind you of the absolute solipsistic selfishness of the Boomer generation who are mostly responsible for the conditions that lead to our Third World War today. All of those are well known.

Pillows will come soon enough, and there’s nothing they can do about deserved fate.

Those of you who have children grown and gone; careers more or less at their apex or perhaps just past; who have resources and experience and hopefully some measure of wisdom - you have the hardest task of all.

You must do the most excruciating possible thing to clear your conscience, you who now realize on the downslope of your life that you have failed to advance justice and that your people and culture, communities and nation, are dying underneath you for the simple reason that you have failed to make sacrifices.

The Company has severe words for you where cleared conscience is concerned:

Fuck you, earn it.

There is no other method to scrub your conscience and honor at this stage beyond direct personal and painful sacrifice.

It will cost you physically, professionally, financially, socially, and perhaps even incur loss of comfort in the years ahead.

That’s dreadful, and I agree it is not appetizing.

But once again, if you want clear conscience:

Fuck you, earn it.

You haven’t earned it yet, you see.

You haven’t prevented this horrific crash of culture.

You haven’t preserved even the simple sanity of Men and Women, and the grotesquely painted and bizarrely mutilated insanities that march with offensively obstreperous pride through your schools and libraries and streets and halls of government must firmly and clearly be laid directly at your door.

Their evil subjugation of your children is your fault.

You have many years, often decades, of disinterested disregard to make up for.

That is terrible, wholly painful to realize, and you are instructed here not to turn from it but to embrace the sacrifice at last and deliver to your people the resources and the work, the great shitting effort and bloody migraines that are demanded of you now and in dark and painful spades.

You have amends to make, my friend, before Man and God on Earth under Heaven.

Generation X will acknowledge this.

Boomers will snort and speak of bootstraps and cruises, 401(k) values and self-aggrandizing nonsense as they stand there overlooking the wasteland they have left behind.

And that is all right.

They are too old to stop the plunder that comes, and they will be despised by historians soon enough.

“Ivan, how do you know that?”

Because we will write the history, as all winners do.

With fighting age males trained to determined violence and inured to the pain of struggle; with families led by scholars who see real truth through bullshit and ideological histrionics; with elders who savagely divest themselves of accounts and accoutrements in order to salvage their honor and scrub their agonized conscience clean… the road to absolute victory of the Hard Right is wide and clear and funded and roars forward without respite.

Winning is the best thing, and when the worst of the Boomers are dead along with their rejection of intergenerational responsibility it will begin in earnest.

Are not they dying off already, along with the ideological initiative and march to power of the Left that they created?

We see it this very day.

I am Ivan Throne.

I tell you this day that you must adhere to the Company values if you wish to win:

Fuck you, pay me.

Fuck you, earn it.

Fuck you, fix it.

Fuck you, find out.

No parley, no quarter.

Serve God, and live well.

Read back through this Substack and you’ll find plenty of examples of how this works in real life. You’ll see how hierarchy, order, and beauty are brought into being.

Take the time to take our complimentary Raw Human Capital assessment and get started on real and disciplined performance.

You owe it to your legacy and your nation.

You owe it to your family and your people.

You owe it to yourself and your future.

Get up and walk.

Grand rising!