Razor Shards Of Revolution

Putting smashed pieces in their proper place.

I witness a lot of interesting discussions.

In my role as the head of the Company I bear many responsibilities, including assessing the intelligence that arrives daily from every corner.

Discussions of coming globalist collapse, plans on the gradient from civil unrest to non-international armed conflict, and the international demands of justice in the Third World War are always very serious.

It means listening carefully to the words of Men, observing their actions, and contrasting their plans with their actual trajectory.

We weigh vision against momentum; their predicates against reality.

Most of the time they don’t match.

Of course, that’s normal.

Most men haven’t thought through revolution or world war from the perspective of an actual participant. They peer through the lens of historians who wrote with political agendas. They read memoirs by generals who conceal their past terrified indecision and failures. They attribute romance and magic to history, and forget the dirty realities of human nature and the inevitable, inexorable principles of Heaven.

It leads to extraordinary illusions and disparities.

Sometimes these disparities are foolish.

Here’s what the Relationship Manager of the Company was told by a prospective contact this morning:

“What the world needs is is a political reformation whereby, like Martin Luther, the common people refuse to comply with the demands and tyranny of what I call the parasite class. There is no need for revolution or war, we just need to stop complying en masse.”

How amusing, that prescription!

Martin Luther’s actions precipitated murderous European wars of religion between Catholics and Protestants that left between seven and seventeen million people dead over continuous bloody centuries.

The carnage was so immense that it’s impossible to pin down the actual scale of death.

Evil does not shrug and go away in the face of passive sophistry, does it?

When men are not interested in war, and refuse to understand the nature of the world and the rulers that stride upon it, there is little that can be done for them other than stay clear of the blast zone they autogenerate.

Are you guilty of this type of erroneous thinking?

Do you believe there are simple overarching solutions?

How complicated do you think the Third World War will be?

It is very different when we speak and negotiate with hardened militants, men who have served in combat zones and approach the question from the other side.

Those men’s hearts in this dreadful time are bundles of razor shards of broken trust, shattered loyalties, bitter disgust, and smoldering forbearance that aches to break free and exact consequence.

They are nascent revolutionaries, these ones that must be brought to coherence before they have a hope in hell of being competent non-state actors.

This isn’t criticism, simply observation. Men who set themselves to a local vision by definition are subordinate under that vision. It means they often can’t see what’s on the other side, because they can only fight the war they know.

They group together in associations, organizations, sometimes even in militias. Training and intelligence are important to them, but typically what lacks is the larger picture that must be present at greater scale.

They train, but this training takes place in a vacuum.

“Who do you expect to fight?”

“What will happen after the first engagement?”

“What legitimacy will the State accord your killing?”

In these discussions one quickly becomes aware that their militant training is training for the sake of training, and not explicitly focused on the seizing of formal power.

It is an expression of anguished heart, not the cold calculation of the ruler.

In our prior example, the noncompliant sophist does not understand that he will be dragged from his home, beaten and cuffed, then bankrupted and thrown into prison until he complies. And if he doesn’t comply, he will be killed.

These revolutionaries, the armed men who gather veterans and private military contractors to train and communicate and organize in the face of chaos, are also committing error at scale.

There is a terrible perspective they do not appreciate.

Partisans in the woods who do not have support of a nation-state are eventually exterminated. Because no one claims them, therefore no one wants them.

From the greater strategic perspective they are simply fledgling bandits.

Even hostile States work alongside together to eliminate bandits, just as enforcers of compliance will haul recalcitrant pontificators into the street and beat them.

The most difficult thing of all is for men to let go of their perspective and raise their sights to strategic momentum.

It takes an extraordinary builder, fighter, or leader, one who is capable of detaching from illusions of passive sophistry or kinetic triumph, to bring these shards of revolution back into the frame of a usable glass: the mirror and lens of revolution.

The sophist must have both his arrogance and cowardice broken, stripped from him and crushed before he is anything more than a liability to any and all he works with.

The armed militant must have his rage at injustice and broken loyalties gentled, and he must willingly decide upon the greater fealty that delivers worthwhile results.

Where do you fall between these examples?

How are you mistaken about your real capacity?

What reality do you refuse to see and accept?

Who will tell you the truth, and fully offer a different fate?

Here is how the Relationship Manager of the Company concluded our discussion:

They must be faced with a choice.

Either they join the Movement, become a private client of the Company, and work with our mission and sacred purpose under the Standard with their whole heart, mind, and hands;

Or they can go try to create their own Movement, Company, knowledge base, experience and fealty.

“Go built it yourself, if you think you have the genius and the time.”

Do you have the capacity, coherence, and competence for that?

I am Ivan Throne.

I tell you today that a true Movement, a real revolution, an authentic grand rising of strategic competence, mass coherence, and enterprise capacity, takes dreadful work.

The razor shards must have new backing to form the Mirror that reflects victory:

We demand these dread lords wear another man’s flag.

That is how it is done. There is no other way.

We are not a Party or a Church.

We are the Company, and our boots are just as hard.

Our flag is the Standard, and we invite you to investigate and know your worth.

Are you worthy of survival, capable of discipline and advancement?

Will you form ranks with your brothers, and refuse to leave them behind?

Can you make your vision part of a greater whole, and thereby win it all?

What is your actual value in this incredible time of history?

Best you truly know, and not hold on to false illusions or scattered rage.

Take the Raw Human Capital assessment, and then talk to us.

From the ranks of the Movement, we speak as one to the evil that comes:

No parley, no quarter.

Get up and walk. We welcome all honest entry.

Bring your razor shards to us, and let light shine.

Serve God, and live well.