Working class heroes ☕
Hear them sigh by the coffee machine. Hear them complain about being here, in the now. They want to go home.
Grab a cup of black coffee and observe coworkers or classmates who brag about having maxed out a sunny weekend full of early summer vibes. They still let their kids play video games deep into the night, talk like foreigners and they’ve carried shopping bags because the wife wanted to go shopping.
When people say they want more time outside of work—for what? To continue submitting to the reign of domesticity and their tiny little worlds?
Family life is one thing. Becoming a machine to uphold modernity’s grip on your own flesh and blood—that’s another.
A sun-drenched weekend. But where are the stories of conquests on enemy soil? The ones who used their time to build instead of idle?
Where are those who once would’ve pulled on the black shirt?
You’re out there. You’re reading this now. We’re in the gyms. We’re at every level of society.
Pour another black coffee. Don’t let the masses drag you down. Sun, steel, and caffeine lead the way.
XIV 🏴☠️
Hear them sigh by the coffee machine. Hear them complain about being here, in the now. They want to go home.
Grab a cup of black coffee and observe coworkers or classmates who brag about having maxed out a sunny weekend full of early summer vibes. They still let their kids play video games deep into the night, talk like foreigners and they’ve carried shopping bags because the wife wanted to go shopping.
When people say they want more time outside of work—for what? To continue submitting to the reign of domesticity and their tiny little worlds?
Family life is one thing. Becoming a machine to uphold modernity’s grip on your own flesh and blood—that’s another.
A sun-drenched weekend. But where are the stories of conquests on enemy soil? The ones who used their time to build instead of idle?
Where are those who once would’ve pulled on the black shirt?
You’re out there. You’re reading this now. We’re in the gyms. We’re at every level of society.
Pour another black coffee. Don’t let the masses drag you down. Sun, steel, and caffeine lead the way.
XIV 🏴☠️
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Forwarded from Fymarkin Karhu
"Jokainen päivä merkitsee!"
Tämä on ihan hyvä ajatus pitää mielessä; jokaisena päivänä omat valinnat ja tekemiset määrittävät sen että menetkö eteenpäin, pysytkö siinä missä olet, vai otatko askelia taaksepäin. Elämä ei tunne välipäiviä.
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Tämä on ihan hyvä ajatus pitää mielessä; jokaisena päivänä omat valinnat ja tekemiset määrittävät sen että menetkö eteenpäin, pysytkö siinä missä olet, vai otatko askelia taaksepäin. Elämä ei tunne välipäiviä.
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Never forget those who paved the road we walk on.
It is said that a people without long memories and myths lose their identity. The same can be said of a movement like ours. Through the cycles of time, people come and go in our ranks – it is only natural. Some remain forever, others linger on the periphery. Some pass away too soon, and a few betray the cause.
These are thoughts worth reflecting on. Regardless of the circumstances, they are part of our history. We would not be where we are without them – for better or for worse. But we have long memories. From the glory days of Hyperborea to street clashes in recent times. We remember.
Our movement stands on a history marked by blood, suffering, sacrifice, victories, honor, and laughter from those who walked the national path before us. And it is for them – and especially for our long gone comrade J.G. – that this call is made.
Even though many no longer walk among the living, their deeds and ideas remain very much alive. Without them, we would not be who we are.
Though the years have passed, you are still with us. We never forget. We will always fight.
XIV 🏴☠️
It is said that a people without long memories and myths lose their identity. The same can be said of a movement like ours. Through the cycles of time, people come and go in our ranks – it is only natural. Some remain forever, others linger on the periphery. Some pass away too soon, and a few betray the cause.
These are thoughts worth reflecting on. Regardless of the circumstances, they are part of our history. We would not be where we are without them – for better or for worse. But we have long memories. From the glory days of Hyperborea to street clashes in recent times. We remember.
Our movement stands on a history marked by blood, suffering, sacrifice, victories, honor, and laughter from those who walked the national path before us. And it is for them – and especially for our long gone comrade J.G. – that this call is made.
Even though many no longer walk among the living, their deeds and ideas remain very much alive. Without them, we would not be who we are.
Though the years have passed, you are still with us. We never forget. We will always fight.
XIV 🏴☠️
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On May 7, 1994, the GUD (Groupe Union Défense) and the JNR (Jeunesses Nationalistes Révolutionnaires) called for a demonstration in Paris to mark the 50th anniversary of the D-Day landings.
Under the slogan "Welcome to the enemies of Europe!", the objective was clear: to reject humiliation, submission, and the staging of a Europe kneeling before the Americans. The demonstration was banned at the last minute by the prefect. Nonetheless, the activists gathered as planned.
In the Luxembourg Gardens, groups prepared. The atmosphere was tense but determined: “We take the metro, get off at Denfert-Rochereau, and occupy the intersection.” Within moments, dozens of activists reached the station, picked up banners and flags. The action began.
At the metro exit, the square was still clear. But soon, the first police vans arrived. The activists spread out and blocked the intersection. Celtic cross flags, anti-imperialist slogans: the Parisian streets were taken over. In response, riot control units deployed, soon reinforced by the CRS.
The encirclement began. Gradually, the police pushed the demonstrators toward a side street. Some refused to retreat and formed a square formation. That day, 113 arrests were recorded. The confrontation ended in a dead-end, but the pursuit continued.
Among those trying to escape repression was Sébastien, a 22-year-old militant of Œuvre Française. Chased by plainclothes officers, he sought refuge at 4 rue des Chartreux. He climbed the building, went up the stairs, and tried to flee across the rooftops. Between the fourth and fifth floors, he fell.
Did he slip? Was he pushed? The police claimed it was an accident. But we know the truth: this death was the direct result of a manhunt, of relentless pursuit, of an order to show no mercy. He died two days later, on May 9, in the hospital. That day, anger erupted.
A wreath was laid in front of the building. At Assas University, classes were interrupted. Piles of Le Figaro were burned. The May 9 Committee (C9M) was founded. It demanded the truth and the resignation of Interior Minister Charles Pasqua. Responses were organized across the movement, with urgency and determination.
On May 11, about fifty activists occupied the offices of Fun Radio during peak listening hours. For over thirty minutes, they took over the broadcast to break the media silence. Others, simultaneously, occupied the council chamber of Hauts-de-Seine, presided over by Pasqua.
On May 16, a silent march gathered nearly two thousand people, in dignity and mourning. No incidents. Just the silence of wounded hearts, in memory of a fallen comrade. The memory of Sébastien became a rallying point.
Since then, every year, nationalists pay tribute to him. Sébastien was a conscious, determined activist, faithful to his ideas to the end. Because he gave his life for his commitment to a free Europe. Because it could have happened to any one of us.
He knew where he was going. It wasn’t a mistake, it was a choice. When the state batons, raids, and hunts, all that’s left is to hold firm. He did. Until the end. Sébastien Deyzieu, your name is etched in our memories. We will not forget you.
XIV 🏴☠️
Under the slogan "Welcome to the enemies of Europe!", the objective was clear: to reject humiliation, submission, and the staging of a Europe kneeling before the Americans. The demonstration was banned at the last minute by the prefect. Nonetheless, the activists gathered as planned.
In the Luxembourg Gardens, groups prepared. The atmosphere was tense but determined: “We take the metro, get off at Denfert-Rochereau, and occupy the intersection.” Within moments, dozens of activists reached the station, picked up banners and flags. The action began.
At the metro exit, the square was still clear. But soon, the first police vans arrived. The activists spread out and blocked the intersection. Celtic cross flags, anti-imperialist slogans: the Parisian streets were taken over. In response, riot control units deployed, soon reinforced by the CRS.
The encirclement began. Gradually, the police pushed the demonstrators toward a side street. Some refused to retreat and formed a square formation. That day, 113 arrests were recorded. The confrontation ended in a dead-end, but the pursuit continued.
Among those trying to escape repression was Sébastien, a 22-year-old militant of Œuvre Française. Chased by plainclothes officers, he sought refuge at 4 rue des Chartreux. He climbed the building, went up the stairs, and tried to flee across the rooftops. Between the fourth and fifth floors, he fell.
Did he slip? Was he pushed? The police claimed it was an accident. But we know the truth: this death was the direct result of a manhunt, of relentless pursuit, of an order to show no mercy. He died two days later, on May 9, in the hospital. That day, anger erupted.
A wreath was laid in front of the building. At Assas University, classes were interrupted. Piles of Le Figaro were burned. The May 9 Committee (C9M) was founded. It demanded the truth and the resignation of Interior Minister Charles Pasqua. Responses were organized across the movement, with urgency and determination.
On May 11, about fifty activists occupied the offices of Fun Radio during peak listening hours. For over thirty minutes, they took over the broadcast to break the media silence. Others, simultaneously, occupied the council chamber of Hauts-de-Seine, presided over by Pasqua.
On May 16, a silent march gathered nearly two thousand people, in dignity and mourning. No incidents. Just the silence of wounded hearts, in memory of a fallen comrade. The memory of Sébastien became a rallying point.
Since then, every year, nationalists pay tribute to him. Sébastien was a conscious, determined activist, faithful to his ideas to the end. Because he gave his life for his commitment to a free Europe. Because it could have happened to any one of us.
He knew where he was going. It wasn’t a mistake, it was a choice. When the state batons, raids, and hunts, all that’s left is to hold firm. He did. Until the end. Sébastien Deyzieu, your name is etched in our memories. We will not forget you.
XIV 🏴☠️
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Forwarded from wandering spΛrtan
The real battle is not between ideologies, but between nihilism and form.
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Forwarded from White Lads Aesthetics
Arditismo -The name given to describe the philosophy and lifestyle of the Arditi . It was described as a defiant search for danger and adventure, refusing to settle for a tranquil life, placing courage and spiritual fortitude above all else.
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Forwarded from ACTIVE CLUB NIEDERRHEIN
1 Year Active Club Niederrhein
Ein Gruß an alle Weggefährten sowie Unterstützer von nah und fern.
Für Körper, Geist und Vaterland!
@ActiveClubNiederrhein
Ein Gruß an alle Weggefährten sowie Unterstützer von nah und fern.
Für Körper, Geist und Vaterland!
@ActiveClubNiederrhein
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