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22 Oct, 15:07


“Each of the three kinds of history will flourish only in one ground and climate: otherwise it grows to a noxious weed. If the man who will produce something great has need of the past, he makes himself its master by means of "monumental history"; the man who can rest content with the traditional and venerable uses the past as an "antiquarian historian"; and only he whose heart is oppressed by an instant need and who will cast the burden off at any price feels the want of "critical history," the history that judges and condemns. There is much harm wrought by wrong and thoughtless planting: the critic who need not be one, the antiquarian without reverence, he who knows the great but cannot attain it, are plants that have grown to weeds—they are torn from their native soil and therefore degenerate.”
— Nietzsche

RISING RACE

22 Oct, 15:07


"The active agency was always an idea become a person—it was one or several determined wills which were fixed on determined goals. There can be no question that the birth of modern Italy was the work of the few. And it could not be otherwise. It is always the few who represent the self-consciousness and the will of an epoch and determine what its history shall be; for it is they who see the forces at their disposal and through those forces actuate the one truly active and productive force—their own will."
— Gentile

RISING RACE

22 Oct, 15:07


"You can also commit injustice by doing nothing."
— Marcus Aurelius

RISING RACE

22 Oct, 15:07


https://youtu.be/WaNUl6DiMOE?si=h7D7225MLDnDm1Rf

RISING RACE

22 Oct, 15:07


To be a fascist is to be a fanatical champion of beauty.

RISING RACE

22 Oct, 15:07


“This incessant worldly talk about charity and benevolence and generosity and liberality and gifts and donations is almost unmerciful.”
— Kierkegaard

RISING RACE

22 Oct, 05:16


"Only he who feels secure while being in immediate proximity to death finds himself in the highest state of Will."
— Jünger, On Pain

RISING RACE

22 Oct, 05:15


Politics and Aesthetics: the Fascism of Robert Brasillach
by William R. Tucker

On February 6, 1945, Robert Brasillach, French poet, novelist, literary critic and journalist was executed at the age of thirty-five following his conviction for treason. Before World War II he had served as editor of the openly fascist newspaper, Je Suis Partout, and had lent his literary talents to the cause of Franco-German collaboration. The current revival of interest in his life and works’ is due to the drama of his personal tragedy and to the fact that his intellectual adventure paralleled that of a generation of European youth caught up in the vision of a new type of man, homo fascista. But it is also because his writings provide insights into the appeal of fascism which transcend his particular time and place. Indeed, Brasillach himself was certain in 1945 that future generations of youth would marvel as they learned of the exultation and grandeur of the millions who had found new hope through the fascist experience.

RISING RACE

22 Oct, 05:15


"Where the monarchy, found in hands no longer capable of wielding a sword and scepter, has been overthrown due to the intrigues of the Jewish rabble and merchants, it must be restored. Where it still exists by inertia, it must be renewed, strengthened, and made dynamic as an organic, central, and absolute function, embodying simultaneously the power of strength and the light of the spirit in a unique being; one that truly acts on behalf of an entire lineage and at the same time transcends everything conditioned by earth and blood. Only then will there be the right to speak of an empire. If it is awakened to a glorious, sacred, metaphysical reality, yet remains the pinnacle of a militarily ordered political hierarchy — then the monarchy will regain the position and function it once had before the usurpation by the priestly caste."
— Evola

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22 Oct, 05:15


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RISING RACE

22 Oct, 05:14


"I've known supreme happiness, and I'm not greedy enough to want what I have to go on forever. Every dream ends. Wouldn't it be foolish, knowing that nothing lasts forever, to insist that one has a right to do something that does?"
— Yukio Mishima, 'Spring Snow'