Rebel Joys
The most beautiful things about being a Hard Right militant.
There are so many lovely truths to share today.
In the course of my work as the Founder and Chief Executive Manager of the Company, I am naturally faced with immense pressure and incessant demands of strategic insight and decision.
From the plagues of Asia to the genocides of the Middle East; from the burning steps of Europe that groan under armor and fire; to the hideous unhidden crimes of the wilting satraps of the neoliberal West; it all crosses my desk every day.
Yet I do not complain; but smile with surety and gladness.
Is this not as it should be?
We bear duty of the State and we mean those words.
We men of the Executive Cadre and the Movement, we who have forsworn inaction and ineptitude, indeed shoulder burdens that go beyond mere spectator trembles as we plunge into the most fearsome risks and aspects of the age.
We do this with a will.
“Commercial fascist revolutionaries” we are called, half in jest and half in fear. The humor is real; for how preposterous and arrogant we are, to think that we can affect change through dreadful commitment to such pitiless work!
It is preposterous, is it not?
Remember my warning from The Nine Laws:
Even preposterous dreams can be made real.
The fear is honest too, for once a man has read the words we publish, heard our voices speak to his heart, and looked into our eyes and taken direct measure of our determined intelligence and posture of war… it disturbs and assails the spirit.
When one follows truth in the dark, one cannot unsee what one discovers.
How frightening, how madly furious, how coldly enraged we must be; how cruelly without pity for the Adversary and his fellow travelers! How brutal our gaze must be towards the cringing supplicants and fawning monsters who trip over themselves to slather the bloody hooves of evil with foul tongues and subjugated hearts!
Well, yes.
We are cruel indeed, and we bring neither parley nor quarter.
And this is also as it should be, for terrible beauty must be born in full, with all the pangs and tribulations of its traumatic explication.
Yet there are joys as well. Lovely and fulfilled and iridescent, unknown to the common man who shuffles between discomfited terror and dazed confusion at the prospect of being free in a way that most can never understand.
We on the Hard Right, we who have moved from mere disgruntled citizens to militant non-state actors under the black flag of the Standard; we know what others do not and will never know; until one day they, too, throw off the shackles and yoke of absolutely abominable self-desecration and abasement that has become their horrid norm.
Come under the Standard!
Do you know what it is to be truly free?
To laugh with clear and open conscience before God as you witness the collapse of the nations of the Earth, and know that He has flung His mandate of Heaven to the ground before the feet of those brave enough to raise it?
What more could a man ask for, in any time, in any age?
Would you have your name be remembered?
Do you know what it is to smile with natural power at the confusions and frustrations of evil men who cannot grasp that their blistered time is ending?
What satisfaction there is in the march of justice, when you drive it towards a new age, into a new world that cannot be held in abeyance!
There is great calm and sweetness in the realization that truth is what it is; and when one has learned the principles of Heaven and measured well the natures of Men, the unerring call of the ninja becomes radiantly clear:
Ban pen fu kyo!
“Ten thousand changes, no surprises.”
For thereby one is never then startled by nor aghast at evil. For one knows its hiding places and its paths of least resistance; its incessant gobble-hunger and bemusing incapacity for creation, only the delivery of pedantic and murderous dreck.
What calm comes, with power to anticipate the dark!
Do you know the endurance that does not flag nor fail, when one is housed in the hands of God and has given up his own will to the command of the Divine?
Many will proclaim that yes, they do; yet they die in place under tyrants, fixated into abject posture of roughened knees and striped crimson backs, mistaking their subservience before Men as obedience to God.
“Render unto Caesar, Ivan!” cries the terrified churl who has no manhood.
Scripture does not qualify who may be Caesar!
Do you understand what freedom God hath given us?
All things take only one man.
It took one man, who proclaimed Himself the Son of Man, to step forward as embodied divine authority and take on the whole sins of our fallen race!
Would you throw that gift of grace into the Pit after your honor and manhood?
Do you know the freedom we have, we men of the Company under the Standard, who see a future untrammeled by such fears of broken men who never dare to stand forth as a being made in the image of God?
To turn our sighted future into bolder vision; and with firm vow and permanent deed, claim our birthrights without apology or hesitation or the shaking hands of the servile and the conquered?
What must it be like, do you think, to live like this?
To have no master, to answer to none, above your conscience and your God?
To walk this earth completely unbounded, in willing and total adherence to the Way of Heaven with full trust in the absolute and infinite majesty of its Will?
How free would that be?
What would that feel like?
Would you not be joyous?
“Ivan, this isn’t easily compatible with the current year!”
Of course it isn’t, churl.
Do you think your masters offer freedom?
Did you believe they esteem your dignity?
How hot do they char and blast your conscience?
And yet you submit, and you die further inside every day.
We do not have that shadow of horror upon our hearts, we of the Company.
We do not wince with each passing month of collapse, for we own the future!
We seize it by right, for we have exorcised every dead loyalty to rotted States.
We breathe free in full knowledge of truth, and we do not fear the dark.
We walk unbowed and with full hope based on truth, for we adhere to God.
Every chain is thrown off; and never again shall we be bound by evil.
Would you wish this for yourself, in this Age of Militants?
Has not God brought this age into being, in accordance with His will?
Would you forsake the most blessed opportunity He has bestowed upon you?
Churls will, of course. They always will.
But if you would be more than abject ballast; more than decrepit and disrespected slave, headed for the foulness of subjugated yoke and the misery of dishonorable ends, you will heed my words and listen very carefully to what I tell you:
I am Ivan Throne.
I tell you this day it is better to be free.
You will pay for your freedom, more dearly than you imagine.
You will pay for it with infinite and fearsome cost.
That is the price of sacred purpose, my friend.
That is the mass that rights the scales of absolute victory.
Your decisions are always under your control.
You have free will, and even Heaven does not forestall it!
Therefore I say to you, make use of what you have been given.
Capacity, coherence, and competence.
Mass, momentum, and trajectory.
Timing, distancing, and angling.
These are always present, and that is the reality.
You have what it takes, or you do not.
Would you like to know your true reality?
In these times of collapse and overthrow of evil; of global transformation of desecration, degradation and despair into hierarchy, order, and beauty it is incumbent on you to drop your last illusions and begin to walk as a Man.
You are made in the image of God, and the posture of a slave fits you badly.
What have I told you of the Company values?
Fuck you, find out.
Fuck you, fix it.
Today I invite you to do just that.
What have I told you in The Nine Laws of the duty we bear our fellow Men?
Men do not leave their brothers behind.
I, too, must honor that. And so must all our men of the Company.
Therefore we present a gift to you.
We offer you direct knowledge of your truth, and hope based on that terrible yet beloved and inherently rightful state of absolute freedom that is the truth of human beings as we are made!
Today the Company has released a powerful new complimentary assessment.
It is called Militant Rank, and it cuts directly through your illusions to lay you bare.
On assessment completion, you’ll receive your first Order Grade from the Company.
You’ll see without veil, the reality of what you’re worth.
And whether you’re likely to survive.
From there you’ll stand on the very first steps of this joyous path:
You will have to overcome your fear to take this test.
You will have to abandon your hope to be eaten last.
You will have to disregard your own frightened ego.
If you have that courage, that willingness to follow truth in the dark;
You’ll head down that path, and you will learn to see.
And you’ll be ready to adopt the final value of the Company, the one that covers all others, and that delivers the greatest joy of all to the heart of the rebel:
Serve God, and live well.
Grand rising!
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