The Poor Man’s Lamb

A piece I wrote for my son; a future soldier of the U.S. Marine Corps.

“When I think of you a million thoughts come to my heart first, and then my head in remembrance; I remember you in diapers and one-piece zip-up footie jammies, and I adored every hair upon your one-year-old head. Becoming your father was humbling, because before you I never knew what love was, in the sense that I’d loved people before, but not in this new all-consuming, oceanic way. There’s just something about the flesh of your own flesh, and the bone of your bones -to love someone far more than I do myself is both astonishing and electric.”

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The Heat Death of Ambition

“The medieval period had its gallant knights, marvelous castles, and pious devotion to the glory of God. The age of antiquity had its everlasting cultural mythologies and epics, its grand structures like the Parthenon and the Colosseum of Rome still standing, and its magnificent continent spanning empires. No one will look back fondly on our disgraceful era in history, for what is to be remembered? Mass psychosis of the human mind? Exporting sodomy across the globe? Infinite porn at our fingertips? Burger King? The leaders of our era are a refutation of virtue, meritocracy, and common sense. The people of their charge are a mirror image of the waste they dump into the oceans. And our gods of pleasure have no shortage of devotees. It seems some truly unholy force animates this era, keeping it stumbling along, well out of nature’s way of correcting things.”

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A Reading Of: Our Cause, By William Luther Pierce

“No purely political program can have any real value for us in the long run unless we get our souls back, unless we learn once again how to be true to our inner nature, unless we learn to heed the divine spark inside us and base all our decisions on a clear and comprehensive philosophy illuminated by that spark.” -Pierce

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