Civilization is the rule of the few over many.

The many are domestic;
they don't fight or explore;
Like a dog, they only face nature if forced.

But they are not built for it.

When the King walks by, they kiss the King's hand.
They all know, they live on the King's land.
Every house, every village is a guest.
They kneel for every request.

The King is their Lord;
Their link to Almighty.
He is the closest they've seen to divine. 
By his word, they build up the nation. 
By his word, they march on time.

This is the way that Europe advanced.
Inspired by Plato to shape their men

But every time, the sun must set 
They ran from God and killed their kings
And all their people began to blend.

The American Republic is different.
Every man is Elite.
The fugitives and royals who came
For freedom to stand on our feet.

The fighters, explorers who did not fit in.
Too restless, too bored to care about sin.
We sought domain,
We sought rule,
We followed Destiny and conquered the world.

For better or worse, we are leaders.
For better or worse, we are kings.
We are the mighty who bested our parents,
and we are the ones they need.

We are the ones they yearn for,
we are they ones they watch.
Though they will never admit it,
As soon as we say, they will march.

Hail to the King of America,
Hail to the King of the West,
Hail to the King of the English Empire,
the one where the sun never sets.





Collectives become larger when people are more indoors.

Big groups are helpful for winter.

For farming, for building, for keeping the peace.

Peace is important when we are inside.

This is why the Havamal is so interested in manners.

When we are inside, we are united.

We are not crossing each others' paths;

We are not creating chaos.

This is why Northern peoples are more collectivist.

Seriousness is fear.

But there is always a spirit, even in the North.

A spirit of movement; a spirit of war.

These men keep moving, when others stay still.

These men rule the domesticated many.

Sometimes, as the Mongols, they conquer.

For many years, collectives have been growing bigger.

This is the Story of Civilization.

With World War II, we expanded the collective to the Earth.

This is the domain of America.

It has lasted 80 years.

Every man needs a domain.

The smaller the domain, the simpler the work to maintain it.

Large ones seem to be unreliable.

For the whole Story of Civilization, men have kept small estates.

As Kings come and go, many small estates stay the same.

This is because they are connected to the Land.

They are useful to the King.

They make food and goods for him.

But sometimes, they are displaced too.

Sometimes, every man wants to be a king.

This is the birth of democracy.

Instead of living on the King's land, they live on their own.

They are their own conduit to God.

They talk to him directly.

They do not trust large political or religious collectives.

But, if every man becomes a king, every man risks decadence.

If every man is a king, every man can raid his neighbor for goods.

Some domains naturally require more work than others.

The fall of civilization occurs when the citizens manage to build a domain which is unsustainably easy to live in.

Often, this unsustainable domain is based on resource extraction from other places.

In other words: Empire.

If they get a taste of this Empire too long, they no longer care about dominance.

They no longer care for domain.

When the momentum shifts, and the occupied come for revenge, the wise enemies will offer help instead.

They offer to help make the citizens comfortable, in exchange for power and money.

They make the lives of their oppressor easier.

They replace the natives, and take their land.

Finally, when they can, they revolt. They destroy the nation.

This is what the Germans did to Rome.[^1]

This is what the Mexicans are doing to us.

So, what do we do?

A man needs a domain.

A man needs his land.

I do not want their help.

So, what do we do?

When times are good, we experiment.

When times are bad, we must return to tradition.

This is what we are doing today.

We are returning to God and nation:

the only loves that can win a war.

Nobody fights for Empire.

Empire brings pleasure, but not love.

That is why it falls.

We cannot do this without returning to the land.

Our law, race, and traditions are from the North.

The North is our home.

We must recognize this.

This is why Alaska is paramount.

Every northern European place is liberal.

There is no conservative Northern country.

This is the peril we are in: dangerously disconnected from God.




[^1]: Will Durant, Caesar and Christ