Man the Gates

We the People have an announcement to make: Our heads are no longer bowed. Our eyes will no longer scan the heavens. We are looking straight at you, Wanderers, and we know who you are. We feel the Old Ways stirring within. We are at the end of an epoch and only blood will guarantee a new era with Western nations intact. Sharpen your blades, dear reader; let it flow. Passivity and self-affirming compassion will no longer serve and, in truth, they never did. Sure-footed steps under strong, determined bodies never fail. Walk with me.

Walk and remember a time when our ancestors saw crises as challenges and rose to the occasion, overtaking and subduing whatever wandered onto our path. Should the enemy breach our borders today, clusters of emasculated men and false feminists will see the invasion as something to be tolerated and accommodated, if not welcomed. Push the marauding hordes away from your daughters and you will be labeled xenophobic or racist. Western man, will you let your culture die to avoid a few ill-defined labels? Is the pen that much mightier than the sword? If it is, pick up a pen in one hand and a sword in the other; one should master both.

We once sought to be masters of Nature while shoving aside our inner nature. In so doing we have overstepped our bounds and forgotten our place. We have forgotten what it means to be a man or a woman. We have forgotten the essence of our own folk and allowed (even begged!) that our  fair lands be tarnished. This serves to undermine the uniqueness of any race involved. Absent are the true lovers of diversity who should scream Halt! when the African tribesman, carrying centuries of unsullied tribal blood in his veins, is manipulated and coerced onto another continent and used as an expendable breeding stud in another’s land while his homeland is left far, far behind. Absent are the true believes in the multi-cult when cultures are made to disappear into one another. True lovers of diversity and culture are screaming for secured borders and ethno-states but they are shouted down by an army of marionettes crying racist, fascist, bigot! Open your legs and your gates!

The only sane response is NO. Anything less is suicidal, for it is only the fair land that is in danger; the invader still has a homeland. He can go home any time and it will still look like home. The European has given his home away and the American is slowly opening his own door like a fool. What do the Tolerant think will happen when the Western world is wholly ravaged by the Third? Do the Compassionate think their condescending pity will be warmly received? When those incapable of sustaining or even developing an advanced culture overtake those who have settled the globe, the future is bleak indeed. It is time to rid our cities of pillagers and plunderers, closing the gates behind them. If rows of impaled invaders is needed to mark the route back to the Dark Continent and the Arab sands, so be it.

Rachel Summers
Known as the Dropout Philosopher, Rachel Summers walked away from the Ivory Tower, spent a year in a motorcycle mechanics program, and started research for her first novel, CondAmnation, in a local Harley Davidson shop. Her novels are what some have called a journey into antinomian mysteriosophy, where socially sanctioned morality is turned on its head in order to shake out just a few drops of enlightenment.

Summers holds degrees in History, Comparative Religions, English Literature, and Philosophy but ran afoul of academia when her dissertation proposal was rejected as something that might cause a scandal or, worse yet, cause the check-signing alumni to sign fewer checks. Welcomed to stay and write if she accepted a pre-approved project, she chose to leave and vowed to cause a scandal indeed, whether with pen or sword. She is currently writing her fifth novel as well as articles for the Revolutionary Conservative and Europa Sun Magazine; thus far, the sword remains sheathed. You can buy her books at