"From this Legionary school, a new man will emerge, a man with the qualities of a hero, a giant in the midst of our history. Everything that our mind can imagine as most beautiful spiritually speaking, everything that our race can offer that is most proud, most noble, most just, most powerful, most wise, most pure, most industrious, and most heroic - this is what the Legionary school must produce! A man in whom all the possibilities of human greatness that have been sown by God in the blood of our race are developed to the maximum. This hero, this Legionary of heroism, of work, of justice, with divine powers in spirit, will lead our race along the paths of its greatness."
a) Purity of soul. b) Capacity of work and creativity. c) Bravery. d) Tough living and permanent warring against difficulties facing the nation. e) Poverty, namely voluntary renunciation of amassing a fortune. f) Faith in God. g) Love.”
— Corneliu Zelea Codreanu 🇷🇴 For My Legionaries: The Iron Guard (1936)
Weak parents should not procreate. Because their children would inherit their inferior qualities, they would have no strength to lead a meaningful life, or in any way contribute to the state.
🍀 There’s something about St. Patrick’s Day that just feels right at home here in Atlantic Canada.
Long before the parades and the green gear took over, Irish families were already putting down roots across New Brunswick—clearing land, building homesteads, settling in along the rivers, and helping shape the towns and communities.
That Irish thread never really left. You still see it in the family names, in the old church cemeteries, in the fiddle tunes, and that quiet, stubborn kindness that feels so much like home. It’s woven right into the fabric of who we are—right alongside our Scottish, Acadian, and Loyalist neighbours.
It’s not something you have to look hard for. It’s just... there. In the way people show up for one another, in the stories passed down, in the pride we take in this place.
So here’s to everyone across New Brunswick and all of Atlantic Canada—happy St. Patrick’s Day. May the road rise to meet you, and the kettle always be on.
"The facts of nature cannot, in the long run, be violated. Penetrating and seeping through everything like water, they will undermine any system that fails to take them into account."
From sea to shining sea, Our blood has fallen since time began, Now it boils, a storm unleashed, a fire within the man. Our energy stirs and grows, too strong to cage, Its rhythm beats within our hearts, a pulse that fuels our rage.
From sea to shining sea, Our blood has fallen since time began, I see their sneers, I hear their cheers, As our kin slip through their hands. We are not like those who bend, whose pride succumbs to sway, For honor burns within our souls, unbroken in the fray. We are no dying ember, no flicker in the dark, But flames that light the ages, igniting ancient sparks. Our fury is a righteous call, our fight a sacred creed, For we, like anchors in the storm, defy the tides of greed. We vow to guard the unborn kin who slumber in the earth, Their legacy, a roaring fire, to rise and claim their worth. We will not falter, will not break; our steps will march unbound, Through gale and shore, our promise will resound. From sea to shining sea, Our blood has fallen since time began.
This study found that immigration directly lowers local birth rates among families who rent, by driving up the price of rentals & increasing the financial strain of child-bearing.
The study is economic number-crunching, so it doesn’t even begin to explore the compounding effect increased crime, high congestion and lower trust has on the incentive among locals to start a family.
This is official and documented evidence and it’s been public since 2018. Those still pushing mass immigration today know exactly what they’re doing.
“Indeed, the truth that many people never understand, until it is too late, is that the more you try to avoid suffering, the more you suffer, because smaller and more insignificant things begin to torture you, in proportion to your fear of being hurt. The one who does most to avoid suffering is, in the end, the one who suffers the most: and his suffering comes to him from things so little and so trivial that one can say that it is no longer objective at all. It is his own existence, his own being, that is at once the subject and the source of his pain, and his very existence and consciousness is his greatest torture.”