We’ve already had a couple of articles by Greve Hans that dealt with anti-intellectualism, but we’ll have one more crack at this subject. This time, however, we will present what it is that Fascism/NS prizes over intelligence and why exactly it is incompatible with intellectualism.

The prevalent default dichotomy that people just go with is that of smart vs dumb people, the former being “good” or at the very least “better” than the latter. The emphasis on this dichotomy took hold with the rise of Rationalism and the Enlightenment, when it was cemented that the “rational”, “smart” and “intelligent” people should form the social elites as the “most” capable.

Such origins alone should signal to proper Fascists that there is something suspect going on here, and for good reason. For all intents and purposes Intellectualism is fetishization of intellect, whereupon intelligence becomes a measure of social worth and thus social status. What follows, is that if one wants to rise in his social standing, he must prove himself to be intelligent, and thus achieve the title of higher social standing “intellectual”.

However, what this does, is create a proverbial rat race to prove one’s intellect even when one does not possess said intellect, for blind ambition is most often found with fools, as the Dunning–Kruger effect will attest. In fact the less a man understands a given subject, the more likely he is not to realize all the mistakes he is making, whereas someone actually knowledgeable in the subject can correctly evaluate their own shortcomings (consider all the singing competitions in the world and how many delusional people are convinced their shitty singing is amazing). Same effects apply to intellectualism – people aspire to be regarded as “intellectuals“, as smart, however they may only be smart enough to read truly intelligent or complicated texts, but not understand them – and therein lies the origin of most intellectuals. This is a problem that Adolf Hitler highlighted in Mein Kampf, when he talked of how most people don’t know how to read:

In either case, what is read shouldn’t simply be stored in the memory like a list of facts and figures. The facts, like bits of a mosaic tile, should come together as a general image of the world, helping to shape this world image in the reader’s head. Otherwise, there will be a confusion of information learned, and the worthless mix of facts gives the unhappy possessor an undeserved high opinion of himself. He seriously believes he is “cultured and learned” while thinking he has some understanding of life and is knowledgeable simply because he has a stack of books by his bed. Actually, every piece of new information takes him further away from the real world, until often he ends up either in a psychiatric hospital or as a “politician” in government.

-MK, V1, Ch2

These people, fueled foremost by the desire to achieve a certain social standing, put on a pageantry of supposed intelligence by trying to dazzle everyone with fancy and complex words or concepts that they picked up from smart books. Sometimes, not even that – as intellectuals feeds off each other, thus they will gladly regurgitate each other’s nonsense. One of the favorite maneuvers of intellectuals is to take something simple and dress it up with needlessly complex phrasing to, once again, give off the appearance of being intelligent.

The more honest term for these people is “smart idiots” as Julius Evola described them in Chapter 14 of The Bow and Club.


In short, Intellectualism is the fetishization of intellect, where intelligence becomes a goal in and of itself. It creates the desire in people of weak character to propel themselves socially by giving off the illusion of being intelligent (though often even some truly intelligent people are of weak character). In the process of striving for that social status they actually manage to fool even themselves into thinking they possesses high intellect.

Coupled with the idea of egalitarianism, this created the conditions for the “rat race of smarts“, where anyone is supposedly capable of achieving high intellect, and thus enjoy the social position from whence to sneer down on those who had not achieved the same. This being motivated, in the first place, by envy of those held in high esteem for intellect above oneself (regardless if their esteem is well earned or not).

The whole of modern society is actually built on perpetuating this misguided ambition with motivations of mass higher/academic education. An education which is, in fact, used to socialize and thus integrate people into the System, our mortal foe. Yet it is done under the guise of creating “intelligent” people, where one’s intellect and rightful social standing is proven by nothing more than a piece of paper. In USA this is also coupled with a larger usury scheme of student loans. One has to wonder how smart a person truly is, if he is willing to be duped out of his money in a simple swindle, for the promise of becoming an “intellectual“.

In psychology, the mass idea has triumphed, so that “genius” is equated with high intelligence, and the latter with “college education.” Again — no qualitative differences among persons. The commercial maxim is “You can buy brains.”

-IMPERIUM, by Francis Parker Yockey

However, one not being deluded by the System’s institutions of learning does not mean one has escaped its larger influence of placing value in intellect as a goal in of itself, hence all the “fringe” intellectuals, the self-taught and self-read wannabes who merely covet the same aspirations as the lemmings in the halls of modern academia – they simply do so “from the outside”. This, in fact, likewise gives them a sense of intellectual superiority as they believe themselves too smart to fall for the System’s influence, despite the fact that they follow the same aspirations everyone else has been told to uphold.

If a lemming intellectual is hard to get through to, because he believes himself intelligent by virtue of his diploma, then the fringe intellectual is hard to get through to, because he believes himself intelligent by virtue of “not having been fooled” by the System. In either case they will tell you of how much smarter they are than you because of a piece of paper or because of how they “know” what’s “really going on“.

The worst offenders of the latter type are the people who claim to be on the same side as ourselves, but immediately try to assume a position of superiority based on their delusion of personal intellectual grandeur, and regard the rest as their personal army of foot soldiers, whom they can “direct” with their “high intelligence“. This “intellectual vanguard” (sometimes self-described as “the brains”), that sneers down on the people who would actually get things done (“the muscle”), forgets that after any revolution the first group to be purged from society is, in fact, the intellectuals. Moreover, most ills of modern day can be traced back to ill-conceived ideas of the intellectual strata.

All of this, however, is not to say that education is wrong, but rather, to point out how its purpose has been completely perverted and transformed from cultivating useful knowledge for practical purposes, to cultivating a sense of self-worth, measured by one’s “intelligence“. Neither are we harping on intellect or intelligence itself (and thus, by extension, on the truly intelligent people), rather we oppose the transformation of those things into social credentials.

In the end, one can hardly be surprised by the Fascist/NS opposition to intellectualism and all self-professed intellectuals. The former necessitates a kind of social structure that is incompatible with our ultimate goals and allows for the rise in society of people who are unworthy of the posts they might assume. The latter presents a person of low quality trying to pass themselves off as someone worthy of your admiration, respect, and even obedience, based on their own self-evaluated “higher” intellect.

Fascism/NS outright reject the inflated importance of the smart/idiot dichotomy and opposes intellectualism with Character. Where Modern World Rationalists place Intellect, Fascism and National-Socialism places Character. This is because unlike intelligence, one cannot pretend to cultivate it artificially or pretend to have any other kind of Character than the one they truly have.

I would strongly compel everyone to read Ernst Junger’s interwar article on Character for the best insight to its nature and importance, but we will nevertheless provide some quotations from it and other Fascist/NS sources.

Unlike the Age of Enlightenment we believe character to be the highest value – that is the most important sign of our inner transformation.

-Ernst Junger

One’s Character is their true inner nature. Fascism prizes the great, strong, firm character over the weak and soft, for that is the character that can uphold our values and honor Truth. One’s intelligence comes second, for a person of great character may not be the smartest, but he will stand taller than the person of weak character, who is more intelligent. In fact, the latter is the perfect description of the intellectual, of the modern man in general.

The person of weak character desperately needs some modicum of intelligence to have the skills for rationalizing why his lack of will power (a trait of a strong character) doesn’t matter or should not be taken into account. It is these people who will try to intellectually justify degeneracy – foremost their own, and then that of others, to secure their own standing. “Faggotry is not a problem” is something only a faggot or a smart idiot will say, ignoring that faggotry is often the consequence of a small and weak character, as is the case for all degeneracy.

A simple and humble man may be far more virtuous than the intellectual, and thus we do not prize intellect itself and would not offend said man for not being the smartest. “Smart” and “dumb” do not figure in our worldview as substitutes for “good” and “bad“, nor do they rank as the all-defining human traits – only Character can fulfill that task. Thus we also do not recognize the “smart” jobs as the superior ones, instead we recognize the effort of the man fulfilling the task he was meant for, as per his Character:

“Each has his task in the community, given to him according to his gifts. Never do all have the same task, but rather each his own. His task gives him a place in the community, if he fulfills it completely, he wins the esteem of the others. He is happy, even if his task is not large in the overall scheme of things.”

“A worker on the street can stand higher in the ranks than a government minister if he has better done his duty.”

-Faith and Action, by Helmut Stellrecht

In reality, intelligence is a tool, and like any tool it can be wielded for good or ill, and what determine’s ones use of that tool is, again, Character. The small man will use intellect to justify his shortcomings and to secure his petty interests, to protect his own hide and swindle others. Thus intellect serves to create ideas like equality and communism. A great man will use intellect in service to a higher task that he seeks to realize, in service to a greater principle that dictates a necessity, rather than a personal whim. Thus intellect serves to create the Organic State.

As our spiritual experience shows, above the outer logic of reason, conditioned by the senses, rises an internal logic of fate. And we perceive it not by the brain, but by blood which uses the brain for its own goals or in spite of it. The arguments of blood are not convincing, they are compulsory. Its goals are not logical constructs but are the consequence of necessity. It’s main organ is the heart. And that which in relation to the brain we call reason, in relation to the heart we call character.

-Ernst Junger

It thus follows that we also do not recognize the notion of an “Intellectual Elite” as the leaders of State and Nation, seeing how the qualifications for such an elite would once again put men of weak and small character above men of great character (hence our laughter when self-proclaimed intellectuals deem themselves to be the “brain” to our “muscle”). The only elite possible in Fascism/NS is the natural-born leaders, men of great character, what Francis Parker Yockey called the “culture-bearing stratum“, the natural spiritual minority within any given culture who represent its absolute best:

Races and nations express themselves at their highest potential in strong individuals, who embody the prime national characteristics, and acquire immense historical symbolic significance.

Not intelligent or smart individuals, but strong individuals, men of great character, that is the primary prerequisite, what follows is their natural talents and aptitudes, including intelligence, which they can apply for the best effect:

The notion of prominence is related to the idea of the Culture-bearing stratum in this way: every man who is prominent in any field, and who also has inner gifts, of vision, appreciation, or creativeness, naturally belongs to this stratum.

Hence why it has always been Fascism/NS that attracted exactly this type of people:

Only Authority represents a step forward, and thus the strongest, most vital, creative elements in the Culture-bearing stratum are found in the service of the resurgence of Authority.

Which likewise accounts for why Fascism/NS had attracted into its ranks people from all walks of life, from all social fields and classes – something that has been a mystery to our enemies for the longest time. Our worldview did not attract people on the basis of interests or existing social standing or common secondary attributes, such as intelligence – it attracted that very culture-bearing stratum who felt the “compulsory argument of blood” to do “that which is necessary” and whose representatives are hidden throughout society:

“The Culture-bearing stratum is not recognized by its contemporaries in any way as a unity, nor does it recognize itself as one. As a stratum it is invisible, like the Culture it carries. Because it is a purely psychic stratum, it can be given no material description to satisfy the intellectuals.”

“The Culture-bearing stratum, articulated into creators and appreciators, is invisible as such. It corresponds to no economic class, no social class, no nobility, no aristocracy, no occupation. Its members are not all public figures by any means. But by its existence, this stratum actualizes a High Culture on this earth.”

One other Fascist figure who wrote on this same culture-bearing stratum, from which the elite could be formed, was Corneliu Zelea Codreanu, in his autobiography “For My Legionaries”:

A people is not capable of governing itself. It ought to be governed by its elite. Namely, through that category of men born within its bosom who possess certain aptitudes and specialties.

Furthermore, when he qualified the necessary characteristics of an elite, he does not once mention intellect, instead listing qualities that are also properties of Character:

On what must an elite be founded?
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.

Finally, Codreanu talks about how a new elite may be born only in a direct confrontation:

And if a nation has no real elite – a first one to designate the second? I answer by a single phrase which contains an indisputable truth: in that case, the real elite is born out of a war with the degenerate elite, the false one. And that, also on the principle of selection.

Anyone familiar with the history of Fascist/NS movements can clearly see how all of these things have been proven in practice, that it were men of great character and natural gifts, which were used in service to that character and the higher goal, that made up the ranks of our movements, and in their struggle against the enemy in power a new elite was formed, forged by fire and in various trials and tribulations. The kind of trials and tribulations that would leave weak men of intellect crushed underfoot and tossed to the curb.

When George Lincoln Rockwell put a new recruit to the test, it wasn’t a test of intelligence, but a test of Character, as the second chapter of White Power will attest:

He actually convinced me he wanted to try to be a Storm trooper!

As a matter of policy, whenever I hear that (as I do every day), I do all I can to discourage the applicant. We want no dabblers, but dedicated, fanatical fighters who will STICK through hell itself. With this crazy character, I went even further. I made fun of him. I told him he’d never make it, that we’d run him off the first day.

He rose to the challenge.

“You name it, and I’ll make it!” he said.

Strangely, I could sense a fiercely burning WILL behind the words. I told him he couldn’t come up to try life as a Nazi Storm-trooper until he was eighteen. He left, vowing to return in a few months. He did return – without the beatnik get-up. He turned out to be a blonde, young Viking, built for combat.

We poured it to him.

There was no place left inside for him to sleep. So he was assigned to a wrecked car out back. It was still winter and cold. But the kid moved into the wrecked car with a couple of blankets. We put him to work cleaning the toilets, and yard.

He worked.

Spring came, and then a broiling summer. He was still in the wrecked car, eaten alive by mosquitoes. I tried him on the printing press, and never saw such a bear for work. He was all dried out of booze, off the pills and dope, exercising plenty, and showing every sign of “making it.”

A weak intellectual would never submit himself to such treatment, for his character wouldn’t be able to take it, and he would rationalize that this was all either beneath him or did not test his “true” value to the cause, that of his “high-brow” “intelligence“. The intellectual would rather prove himself with a smartly written program, but as we know from, again, Codreanu: “This country is dying of lack of men, not of lack of programs…”

What we lack is men of great, strong character, whom the weak-willed intellectuals will disregard as “dumb” “muscle” that requires their “guidance“.  For our enemy doesn’t fear the intellectual, someone who deals with rationalizing all their life is easy pray for coopting and molding into something that can be worked with or even outright ignore, whereas a man of character will stand on principle no matter what and will not accept anything less than the complete satisfaction of the compulsory demand in his blood:

They fear an impotent, weak-willed genius less than they fear a forceful nature with only modest intellect.

-MK, V1, Ch2

No matter whom you look at in the Pantheon of Fascist champions, you cannot in all honesty declare any of them “intellectuals“, rather you see men of great Character who also possessed great intellect, and not necessarily academic smarts, but worldly knowledge of how the world around them operates. That intellect was subservient to their goals and their character, establishing them foremost as Men of Action, rather than men of pen and paper. Even well educated people like William Luther Pierce spoke without pretense of intellectual superiority, and the content of their speeches was always that of Action, as opposed to the kind of speaking one might hear during various “think tank” get-togethers.

These people spoke plainly but they spoke of things of great magnitude, something that is impossible for an intellectual, for his instinct drives him towards either analyzing and dismantling and picking away at things until there is nothing left; or towards making mountains out of molehills as they proceed to over-intellectualize the most basic of things. Intellect left to its own devices is a tool for tearing at the very fabric of reality or satisfying one’s own ego, whereas the intellect subservient to great character is a creative force that helps us return closer to the Truth.

These types think themselves to be the next social elite, whereupon they can occupy stuffy cabinets with leather chairs and sip wine whilst stroking each other’s egos over meaningless yammering coated in complex wording. Well let them dream. Reality of the matter is, however, that history shall repeat itself once again, as these intellectuals will find themselves trampled underneath the jackboots of “low brow” “thugs” (the favored insult towards fascists in the past, all of them, from Hitler and Mussolini to Sir Oswald Mosley and Rockwell, to Codreanu, Italo Balbo, Joseph Tommasi and etc) – the very ones they thought would be doing their bidding.

And from the ranks of those “thugs” the new elite will come forth.



We National-Socialists must never under any circumstances join in the usual hurrah-patriotism of the bourgeois world.

-Adolf Hitler, Mein Kampf, Vol. II, Chap. 14, p. 648 (Manheim); auf deutsch S. 735

In a perfect illustration of the conservative mentality and the destructive impact it can have in racial politics, the American Freedom Party has unceremoniously thrown its own presidential candidate, Bob Whitaker, under the bus. Instead of funding, supporting, and promoting their own candidate that their members have invested time and money in, they chose to devote party resources to chasing after Donald Trump like some unwanted frumpy fat girl begging for a date, ceding ground in the process and wasting already limited resources. Instead of using their candidate to play off Trump by pushing a more hard-line stance, thus radicalizing a portion of their target audience and building momentum accordingly, they chose to shit all over him.  Hell, they could have even baited Trump into a response or even a debate on live TV, putting the issues they claim to care about into the spotlight. But nope!

As harped on previously, all this will do is repel people from joining the AFP. They tell their voters that they can find a vaguely pro whitish candidate in the mainstream, who is way more likely to win, has less baggage, and who can magically fix it all from within the republican party. This impedes them from radicalizing, becoming explicitly racial, and ditching the system.  Just more of the same, really, springing from the same rotten foundation of patriotard conservatism.

This is demonstrated, in the first place, by their past actions; as an example, they fielded Merlin “I hate white people” Miller as a presidential candidate, while he was denouncing his own supporters and the Council of ((Cohen)) Cocksuckers for being too extreme. But it’s also demonstrated by the image they willingly project, and their total effective subservience to the conservatism they claim they’ve moved past.


Christ, they’ve got the geriatric lawnchair-Teabagger demographic staked out perfectly, goin’ all chips down on FULL METAL PATRIOT! Even changed their name (previously known as the American Third Position) to reflect their desire to charge straight into the patriotard gulch with such desperation, it comes across as an absurd parody.

Their whole game is to throw around meaningless patriotard platitudes so maybe one day Jeff Gordon will drive a victory lap for them in the Daytona 500 or whatever, while downplaying anything “disagreeable” instead of creating a distinct, relevant brand with an accompanying assertive leadership to capitalize off the growing political disenfranchisement of several white target audiences with the intention to actively fight for power on all levels.

The AFP seems to think the more they cede distinct ground and try to become the Tea Party, the more they’ll win. All they’re doing is becoming the Chinese knockoff version of an already shitty, pointless product. Out of out their desire for non-confrontational social propriety and adherence to savin muh cuntstitution out of some misplaced sense of duty, they refuse to radicalize and attack the conservatives as competitors. They choose to blend in instead without hammering home why conservatives aren’t a solution, thus enabling the conservative establishment to cynically exploit growing racial sentiments for its own gain, without any intention on implementing any racialist goals, Trump inclusive.

As a result, their target audience will just stay with conservatism, perceiving themselves as getting the exact same deal there with a much greater chance of success and less baggage. Successfully bringing people over from conservatism to an actual third position, opposition party requires relentlessly attacking the contemporary right – to siphon off those capable of getting it as opposed to enabling their current views, and the Jewish system as a whole.

So, not only are they not making inroads to their targeted audience, they’re also successfully alienating everyone under age 60 in their approach.   Then, by some fluke of nature, William Johnson managed to get a delegate spot, and when the story broke, stated his intention to VOLUNTARILY RESIGN, setting a godawful example to his followers to back down when challenged and demonstrating absolute groveling subservience to something that’s not even racialist in futile hopes they’ll maybe implement a couple watered down versions of policies he wants in exchange for not fucking up Trump’s campaign .  If that wasn’t bad enough, take a look at the fantasy cabinet AFP’s assembled as a recommendation to Trump , showing where their mindset’s stuck at: passive begging and glad handing a hostile anti-white system, legitimizing it to their followers.


Further, while occasional lip service is paid to being a Third Position, the AFP can’t get over being conservatives, and cannot bring themselves to recruit from the left and incorporate relevant economic aspects into their platform.

Being a grab bag of miscellaneous, conflicting interest groups- some with relevant concerns and perspectives , others entirely pointless and retarded freaks that need to be killed , and some even willing to ditch semitically-correct anti-racist narratives to attack the tenets of judeoliberalism, there’s a million different wedges that can be driven into the left to split that power base and bring the elements we want over.

Given that some on the left are realizing how much they’ve been lied to on a variety of relevant subjects , while seeking socially-safe methods of communicating racial sentiments like hipster racism, this is ripe ground for recruiting, and absolutely necessary for racial survival, something that Tom Metzger understood and applied with his organization.

Of course, the faileocons are unwilling to listen to anyone besides themselves while attempting to shoehorn an entire situation and related generation into their uninspiring and irrelevant vision for resurrecting 1950’s America by voting Republican. Scratch your average White Nationalist and you’ll just find a typical faileocon/Teabagger with more pronounced racial sentiments and the same pitiful, polite wailing about some past bygone age nobody else fucking cares about without a goddamn clue what else to do. Apparently, they think this is the future standard of racial politics, the aegis and salvation of the White European Race, the Aryan ideal! Absolutely pathetic.


First step to Adventure

The purpose of NOOSE foremost always was to be a Fascist Lifestyle zine, where Fascists can share about their passions, boast of their accomplishments and provide insight into how this or that activity helped them shape themselves in one regard or another. However, for the most part so far it has been just another commentary blog, something we’re working to fix (with some art and activity articles on the way) and perhaps this article will help with that.

My goal for this article is to provide you with an idea of how to start going on adventures – if you were to look at the people who had essentially helped inspire Italian Fascism and a lot of its aesthetics, you would find larger-than-life personalities. For these men, life was all one grand adventure that had to be embraced to the fullest.

Gabriele D’Annunzio was a poet and dandy who became a pilot when he was already over 50, which he did in order to fight in the First World War. Later still, he and a grand army of adventurers took over an entire city, which they ruled as their own domain for a little over a year, sustaining it with piracy and turning the whole endeavor into a theatrical performance. With him were other figures like Guido Keller, the dashing pilot-corsair who never flew without his tea service and once had to land his plane on a pig! The father of Futurism, Tommaso Marinetti, had likewise partaken in this endeavor and also contributed to a very Fascist attitude towards life:

Today we preach a methodical and everyday heroism; a taste for despair that encourages the heart to give up all it’s fruits, a habit for enthusiasm; intoxicating madness… We preach a leap into gloomy death under the watchful and clear gaze of the Ideal! We preach by example, giving ourselves to the fierce dressmaker that is War, who carved out for us a fitting scarlet uniform. Brand new beneath the sun, it will put light in our hair, which was combed by bombs.

Thus the heat of the summer evening paints the fields with the flickering lights of fireflies. It is necessary that people electrify their nerves with insane pride every day!.. It is necessary that people be ready to bet their own lives in an instant, not paying attention to the roguish dealer, nor controlling the balance of the roulette that had sprawled over the vast green carpets of war, so cherished by the dubious lamp that is the sun… It is necessary – understand this! – for the soul to cast the body into the fire, like a fire-ship is cast against the foe… an eternal foe, one that ought to have been invented, had he not already existed!

“Let’s kill the moonlight”

Of course, these people come from the Golden Age of Heroes, adventurers, travelers and explorers, who lived to see that crucial “changing of ages” period of history. When the First World War signaled the coming of monumental things, and these figures we mentioned above rode the wave of history and the last adventures it had to offer them, the War itself became an adventure. However, this spirit was still alive and well in the 70s, in what became known as the Years of Led, where one Fascist Terrorist, Pierluigi Concutelli, led his own life of adventure in the struggle against the System.

All of this is to say that the Fascist Lifestyle is one that also treats life as an adventure, a challenge, a game to be embraced and played, courting Danger and flirting with Death – “For us an accident would be to die in bed.” By all accounts “YOLO” should have always been a Fascist slogan that would call on people to become bold and daring, instead of being a rationalization for engaging in degeneracy. A lot of that adventurous romanticism is gone nowadays, however the spirit of adventure is always alive, one only has to embrace it, and it will resurface in forms that will befit the circumstances we find ourselves in today. So how does one take his first step to adventure?

You just do it. The lifeblood of adventuring in spontaneity, you can’t overthink it, you just have to do it. This seems both an overly simplistic answer and at the same time a huge demand, but there is no other trick to this other than diving in head first without much time spent contemplating what you are about to do. Yet it is true that most people are too used to their routines and comforts to just drop everything at a moments notice and go off galloping towards adventure, which is why this kind of spontaneity has to be cultivated. That is the real essence of the advice we’re offering here.

Your first adventures don’t have to be big. They can be very minor and simple things. But, if you learn to just engage in them, to just say “Yes” to the offer when it comes around, you can develop that spontaneous readiness for adventure that will help you transition to bigger and more exciting activities. An initial adventure can be something as simple as going out on the town with friends, just do it at a moment’s notice and drop everything else. Next time you can travel to a different city, perhaps a hike or a train ride away. After that you can go exploring into the woods, explore abandoned locations, go rafting, travel to a neighboring country, a far away country, and on it goes…

Most adventures begin with the words: "No time to explain, let's go!"
Most adventures begin with the words: “No time to explain, let’s go!”

Yes, of course the latter examples demand respective levels of planning, however, once you’ve developed a spontaneous nature with smaller activities (and better still maintain in with such small activities in between large ones) you’ll be more open to these bigger prospects and the minimal necessary preparations will become an issue to solve, rather than an excuse not to do them at all. With smaller things the excuses are likewise small and take less to overcome.

The other key aspect to this is the initial push towards an activity. If you have a friend who always calls you out to do something of this nature your answer should always be “Yes” – if you don’t have such a friend then you yourself must become that person to your own friends.

Allow me to provide some examples from personal experience: I have such a comrade who is big on the Italian adventurous side of Fascism. Sometimes, his enthusiasm and desire for such adventures really pushes him towards some funny proposals of mimicry, for example the idea of the Fiume City-State conquered by a band of adventurous rebels was enough for him to tell me “let’s take over a building, hoist a flag on it and call it our building-state!” Sure, the idea is absurd, at least here. In Italy, Casa Pound does exactly that – take over buildings that is, not pronounce building-states. Out of the two, however, it is the former that presents the real challenge.

In my experience it has been this guy who would call me out of the blue and say “Hey let’s go to X right now! These guys are already coming too!” This would sometimes come at inopportune times, but this guy did this fairly often. Although for the first few times I would decline, I’d later start agreeing more and more, until a call from him was enough to start thinking that I need to get dressed and run out or change my plans for the day. Inevitably, I started calling with proposals of getting together myself.

We’d go to pubs and then walk around the city, nothing fancy but it was a time spent in company of friends and comrades which always resulted in fun times, even if nothing of note happened. Later this would transform into calls of “let’s go to another city for the weekend”. No planning other than to buy the train tickets there, or bus tickets as it so happened one time. Mind you, these weren’t short trips as such if you’re not used to traveling, 12 hours in a bus can be tiresome, though if you’re in a big company of comrades it is hardly an issue. Why did we go to another city? We only had a concrete reason to go there once, every other time was justified with “just because”. We made no plans about where we would be staying, what we would actually be doing, though a big part of it was of course that we simply know people in the other city, so if nothing else it was about meeting some comrades in person and doing the same thing that our group did back home: go around town and spend some time in a pub. But it was fun, and it was spontaneous.

There were people willing to put us up for the night, and if not, well, sleep is for the weak, anyway. It’s an adventure – let’s pull an all-nighter! There will be time to sleep on the bus or train ride home, provided that is an option.

One time we went to a town much closer just for the day, but didn’t have the money for the full trip there, so we only bought tickets till the first stop and after that proceeded to hop train compartments once we saw the conductors coming. The trip there and back with the constant train hopping in order to avoid the conductors was more fun than the actual time we spent in the town, but that is what made the trip memorable and fun, and insert generic quote here about journeys and destinations here.

-Did you check?
-Yeah two coming from that side!
-Okay let’s move to the back junction with the other compartment.
-Fuck! There’s another one from that side!
-Don’t panic we’re close to a stop!
-The hell, she’s checking tickets faster on this side!
-Aaah those guys are almost on us from this side too!

Sure we might get some scars along the way - but think of the stories they'll tell!
Sure we might get some scars along the way – but think of the stories they’ll tell!

I honestly wish I had turned on the camera in my phone and just recorded those kinds of exchanges and how we ran through the snow on the platform two compartments back to get behind one of the conductors. On our way back we had actually been caught and cornered in the junction between compartments by one conductor who was ready to write us up a big fine, which we avoided by the negotiating skills of another train-hopper who had joined our mad dashes between compartments through the snow, when he offered the conductor a bribe. Giving a glance around him he agreed and we got off with a much cheaper fiscal penalty and a free pass for the rest of the way, which a few of my comrades spent in drunken sleep.

Perhaps some of you will have objections to our train hopping and the unexpected bribe, but daring and roguish behavior often does by necessity demand flaunting the law (for instance if you don’t have the money). Now, I’m not saying if I was part of the following stories or if these happened to people I know, but they serve as nice examples of spontaneous mischief that can happen on a trip:

A group of friends walk into a grocery store to get some produce, but don’t have the money for it. Two of the friends and a girlfriend walk off to one end of the store while the rest “browse”. One friend accidentally bumps into the other friend’s girlfriend and they start a rather loud conflict, pretending not to know each other in the first place. The verbal confrontation attracts the attention of everyone in the store as the it gets heated and the two friends almost engage in a brawl but the store staff and security try to interfere, when suddenly the one friend grabs an eggplant and tosses it at the other one – what followed was a mad food fight with shouting and cursing as the guards and staff try to stop it, while the bunch who were “browsing” start stuffing their pockets with goods and run out, soon to be followed by the trio that staged the fight.

Say what you will, but this is a bonding experience that creates memories, a minor exploit to laugh about for people who only commit to such mischief when they are together, in a company of trusted friends, but individually see neither reason nor fun in doing stuff like this. And not all stories go that way and yet still manage to create a memorable experience:

A small group of friends walk at night and have fun banter when they pass a gas station and one of the guys bombastically announces to the rest that he will go in and rob the place. The others call his bluff and tell him to go ahead. He walks in, boldly, head up high, shameless of his intentions. Some time passes as his friends wait. He walks out with a small paper cup of instant coffee, and a somewhat awkward facial expression, equivalent of a shrug. Turns out that the moment he stood in front of the cashier he lost all his willingness and instead asked how much did their coffee cost before proceeding to play up how he doesn’t have enough and what a bummer it is. The cashier takes pity on him and offers him some of her own instant coffee, to which he reacts with a Shakespearean delivery of how she is a noble and kind soul that shared with him in his time of need, saying God will bless her for her generosity. The friends all crack up together at the failure of the endeavor and the marvelous juxtaposition of ill intent and repentance for that intent in how much he praised the cashier for sharing a tiny cup of instant coffee.

Things worked out for the best but they also came with a hilarious story that would not have come about if everyone walked on without even noticing the gas station. Now, this isn’t a call to actually go rob places, but rather displays of spontaneity which help create such situations and stories. Depending on the character of your whole group your stories will differ, as they should if they are to be authentic adventures that were exclusively your own. Nevertheless, adventures demand that daring first step that throws at least some caution to the wind, inasmuch as needs to be thrown in order to make that first step – after that, you become cautious not of engaging in something in the first place, but of how the situation can play itself out.

These initial trips to a pub or another city, with some mischief along the way, build up the spontaneity and courage to engage in more daring things. In my own experience, these trips led to my saying “Yes” to a sudden phone call from the same comrade who asked me “want to go exploring an abandoned mine with us?” This was the first time that there was need for preparation, but it was barely more than what we normally did – travel to a different town and from there hike to the mine, put on appropriate clothes and equipment and get in there (informing people we know about where we had gone to and at what time to expect us to call them that we’re out)!

This was the first dangerous adventure as the mine is old and the “roof” had been setting for years, what used to be carved out stone tunnels where a man could stand at full height in most areas became so small that you can barely fit standing on your knees while also bending your head down – in some spots even tighter than that. In some spots having enough space to bear crawl was a luxury as in others you need to literally crawl on your belly. The mines had several cave-ins that killed people, it is perfectly pitch black without a flashlight, shouting is absolutely out of the question and the nature of the bending and twisting tunnels meant that should somebody turn a corner and you are not following them closely behind you may very well lose sight of them and thus become separated. Which is what happened to me.

One of the guys wanted to splinter off and take a different route, going on his own but to ultimately meet up with the rest at another juncture. I figured that could be a bad idea and decided to go with him, which apparently he didn’t hear as he steamed ahead at some point and I lost sight of him.

I kept following the tunnel until I came to  a fork and thus was presented with a dilemma: I had to either wait for them to find me or make my way back out on my own and wait for them to come out as well. I did not like the first option as it relied on the main group to find the other guy and then them all finding me. Moreover, by then we were already running out of time before we had to call in that we are out. Thus I figured that I need to make my way out on my own, as even if they were to go looking for me they would be pressed for time to get out and call their own contacts to say that they were alright but possibly lost me in the mines.

I had a paper copy of the map for the mine and a digital one in my phone, and to everyone’s surprise I had actually made my way out of the mine successfully a full 5 minutes before the rest of the gang made their way out. At that point we began loudly exchanging our respective experiences and reactions to how I became separated from the group. To date this is one of our best stories from the adventures we partook in together.

There are always dangers in every adventure, as should be well realized by anyone who wants to actually take part in them. Consequences can be anything ranging from getting caught, arrested, getting lost and all the way to dying. That is the nature of adventure, it has to be a challenge.

The first step to adventure is the challenge of just accepting it. When an opportunity comes along you say “Yes“. It’s great to have a friend in the group who is there to make that offer and drag you out into the unknown “just because.” If you don’t have such a friend, then you must take on that role. Once you start and keep at it with small escapades they will progress by necessity to bigger things. And whatever dangers you’ll face will be a challenge at the time, and a great story in passing should you come out alive – maybe not unscathed, but alive.

By now it should have also become apparent that traveling is the ultimate source of adventures as all these stories involve leaving home, even if it is just to go to a pub with friends. Spontaneity is the lifeblood of adventure as it breaks the comfort of routine, traveling is likewise the lifeblood of adventures as it pulls you out of the comfort of home. I had the opportunity to travel quite a bit and been lost in the woods on a snowmobile, capsized a mini catamaran, got stuck on a mountain on skis after the slope was already closed, once almost drowned on New Year’s night in a military vehicle. Fun things happen if you just leave the comforts of home and routine.

And why aren't YOU out adventuring?
And why aren’t YOU out adventuring?

Adventure is literally just waiting for you, all you have to do is start building up to it with small escapades. Get a crew of friends and comrades who live in the same area as you and just start pushing them with random proposals for doing something, anything, just because, straight out of the blue. Perhaps you’ll meet new friends along the way, not necessarily fascists, nor does your initial crew need to be made up of fellow fascists, just friends – point is that such activities will naturally exclude those who are incapable of being Fascists, and your activities may be what helps them go down that path. All it takes to start, is that first step.


Clericus Ex Machina is an attempt to give religion into a dark world of the alt-right. I’m not a priest. Just a guy invoking God trough the machine with a couple of old tomes. Concept (imperfectly) based around a Protestant mass.

Intellect can’t explain everything. That’s why we need religion. This weekly podcast-sermon is dedicated to make christianity great again.

You people should look for a good real church. Meanwhile there is this.



We’ve devoted the previous articles of this series mainly to construction techniques, along with a few methods to address some of our essential needs. But one of a man’s most pressing need is Food. Food is already created in incredible abundance by the industries of the System, and as such isn’t something we tend to think about too much.

Even a Nazi's gotta eat, man. And when he eats, he doesn't eat Jew food!
Even a Nazi’s gotta eat, man. And when he eats, he doesn’t eat Jew food!

But if our goal is to be independent from the system, and eventually replace it, then we shouldn’t discount talks of alternative ways to make food.

The current agricultural methods are unsustainable. Artificial fertilizers increase production, but turns the soil into lifeless dirt. And as oil becomes less abundant and prices increase, the price of food, which is dependent on it, will skyrocket as well.

Permaculture is a relatively new paradigm in food production, which does not rely on artificial fertilizer or even on machinery, yet is potentially more productive than conventional modern agriculture.

Working with nature, instead of against it
Conventional traditional agriculture methods are not born from an observation of nature, but rather of trying to force nature to bend to our whims in order to make our lives more convenient. The result, over time, is the destruction of the soil and the multiplication of our problems. Our crops are besieged by pests and disease, requiring increasingly complex pest control methods. The land becomes less and less fertile over time, requiring massive inputs of artificial fertilizers.

No, goy, it’s entirely normal you have to spray complex chemicals on your crops from the skies in order to feed yourself.

Biologists and naturalists have been studying plants and animals scientifically for hundreds of years. But for the most part, the insights into plant and animal ecology haven’t been put in practice by farmers and agricultural industries. Permaculture was born from trying to apply our modern, scientific understanding of ecology to efficient food production.

The reality is that a forest is orders of magnitude more productive than farmland, in terms of both animal and vegetal mass produced yearly. And it requires absolutely no human intervention. A forest doesn’t need to be watered, doesn’t need to be plowed, seeded, fertilized or protected against pests. A forest tends to just grow by itself and increase it’s productivity over time. A farm is basically hard core communism applied to plants. Very neat on paper, but in practice it doesn’t work. We’ve just gotten really good at working around the enormous problems we’re creating with our methods.

Wow, I guess fairies must be spraying forests with pesticides and fertilizer from tiny invisible airplanes. How else would you explain it?

As fascists, we need to work in accordance with the natural order, not against it. Thus it makes perfect sense to understand how a forest works and let that design inform our own farming practices.

Some basic principles and concepts
What’s some of the problems with farming, and what can we learn from nature on how to avoid them?

First is plowing. This was always very time intensive. The point of plowing is to increase soil fertility by disturbing the soil. This creates bacteriological activity and brings deeper minerals closer to the surface. But over time, the soil becomes more and more barren. By disturbing the soil structure every year, we prevent the formation of humus, which is spongy soil filled with bacteria. Eventually all the bacteria in the soil die and the minerals are all used up. Plowing was a bad idea.

You wouldn’t do this to your friend. Don’t do it to your land, bro.

What about pest control? Why do we have to spend so much time and money pouring pesticides on our crops, or even manually removing pests? Why do we sometimes lose entire harvests to epidemics or invasions? This never happens in a stable ecosystem. Every “pest” has predators, and if the environment isn’t meddled with things will balance themselves out. Our way of creating huge fields with only one kind of crop makes the environment perfect for whatever parasite feeds on that crop, while leaving no room for the predators that control it. Instead, permaculture doesn’t concentrate a single crop in one area, and creates habitats for a variety of insects and animals close to the crops.

Spraying strawberry field with pesticides Spain
Turns out spreading poison all over your food might not be a good idea, in the long term. Honest mistake though.

What about fertilizers? Each season, the earth gets more barren of it’s minerals and bacteria. Conventional agriculture deals with this by pouring chemical fertilizers to artificially “re-enrich” the soil. Eventually this leads to soil erosion (fertile land becomes a barren desert). In permaculture, plants are matched together to complement their mineral needs and ability to enrich the soil. Also, instead of completely removing plants each season, the inedible parts are left to decompose in the field, enriching it and forming a “mulch” for the next season.

Sowing is also big time and resource drain. Part of that is inevitable. But many plants are perennial – they don’t need to be resown each season. Permaculture always favors perennial plants over annual ones, as the former become more productive over time.

These are some of the differences between conventional agriculture and permaculture. There are many more principles to learn, however.

Jews treat nature with contempt. Fascists are actually close bros with plants and animals.

Advantages and disadvantages
An obvious disadvantage of permaculture is that it moves away from clean fields that can be totally mechanized and automated, and towards gardens with wide varieties of plant species not organized in neat rows. That means that while the labor involved maintaining the garden is much smaller, the harvest is much more demanding. It can’t be done with machines.

Land on which permaculture is practiced will become more fertile and more productive over time, even without additional human effort. Once a permaculture garden is established, you can leave and come back years later and things will still be more or less as you left them, albeit more mature and stable. A normal farm, if left unattended for any length of time, will be wrecked completely.

A permaculture garden.

On the other hand, you’ll probably be producing different types of food than what conventional agriculture does, simply because you’ll be adapting the selection of plants to the climate, geography and other natural constraints of the land. That may mean having to change recipes, and the diet more generally.

And here we come to the main challenge, which is something permaculture books don’t generally address because they’re written by hippies. Permaculture moves away from growing grains on a large scale, because it’s way too much trouble without machinery (or at least work animals). They say that’s fine, fruit trees and squashes and all that are more productive per acre anyway.

The thing is that humans need both protein and calories to be healthy. That’s something most plants, outside legumes and grains, don’t have much of. Thus being a vegetarian and living on fruits, nuts and other perennial plants will cause malnutrition.

Ain’t no right wing death squad who’ll accept you if you look like this, bro. And I don’t mean being a Negro.

It’s necessary to implement animal products, if only dairy. But here lies the problem. Animals are usually fed with grains too. So the problem remains.

The solution is to innovate by creating forested animal pens. Instead of fencing of a barren field, you put the animals in a stable ecosystem with sources of food (but no predators) and shelters. Pigs can eat anything. Chickens will eat insects and other pests. Their droppings will contribute the the fertility of the land. Some have already started experimenting with this to various degrees.

Aren’t they adorable?

Once you have a good source of protein and energy (fat), the diet becomes sustainable and nutritious without a need for getting System food as a complement.


Fascism is about conformity with the natural order. It makes sense, then, to abandon the harsh and unnatural agricultural practices that our degenerate civilization is based on and adopt a wiser approach.

No, I’m not going hippie on you!

Like, gas the kikes, man! The race war is all about, like, expanding your mind, dude. Whoa…

Permaculture is definitely the most efficient way to grow food in terms of time, space and resource investment. The fascist workshop series is written within the conceptual framework of a struggle against the System. This, by necessity, implies a need to maximize resources and keep a low profile.

But it’s more than that.

We’re not just fighting against the System. We’re also the harbingers of a new world, a new order. Food is the most basic human need, and a core aspect of the human experience. But fundamentally changing our relationship to it, a large scale social change would be enacted.

So, start working on that green thumb, fellow fascists!

Alternatively, grow a green middle finger to flip off the System’s poisoned garbage.



Guido Keller (February 6th, 1892 – November 9th, 1929) was an Italian pilot, revolutionary, adventurer, close friend and comrade of D’Annunzio and one of the early influences of Fascist aesthetics, and even a precursor to the psychedelics revolution of the 60s.

He was born in Milan to an ancient aristocratic Swiss family named Keller von Kellerer, which moved in the middle of the 18th century to Lombardia, Italy. After having finished primary school, his parents sent him to a Swiss boarding school, where he attended for two years before getting expelled for undisciplined behavior.

Sports enthusiast and pilot, he took a tea set with him on his plane and never wore his flight jacket – substituting it for a fancy suit with a long scarf that had a bow-tie on the end, plus a fez hat instead of a pilot’s helmet. In flight he’d sometimes steer the plane with a rope while reading a book. He was shot down several times and was heavily wounded in his leg, after one emergency landing he was taken prisoner and released by Italian forces after the Battle of Vittorio Veneto.

Keller organized the hijacking of the trucks that took 300 volunteers to Fiume for D’Annunzio’s adventure, a gift that Keller gave to D’Annunzio along with a huge bouquet of red roses.

In the established Regency of Carnaro, Keller was made the acting secretary and capo. In practice, this meant that he was in charge of getting weapons, supplies and materials – by any means necessary.

When Fiume ran short on supplies, Keller would personally fly on his plane to various villages, where he would outright steal anything he could get his hands on. These “corsair” activities were viewed favorably by D’Annunzio. One time, Keller even stole a big live pig that he put on board of his plane, however it was so fat that it broke through the fuselage. So, when Keller was landing, the pig became an impromptu part of the landing gear.

In Fiume, Keller, together with writer and yogi Giovanni Comisso, start the “Yoga – Union of Free Spirits Longing for Perfection” movement, with the swastika as its symbol, along with a 5 leaf rose. The movement had an esoteric foundation and saw as its goal to protect D’Annunzio from the moderate conservative elements that attempted to influence him, along with declaring ideals of free love and that thieves and prostitutes are preferable to them than boring and lawful bourgeois.

The movement attempted to theoretically explain the necessity of a “science of Love as a means for Transfiguration,” declaring that the true meaning of the word “philosophy” wasn’t “love of wisdom“, but “wisdom of love“. The movement described the Fiume adventure as a moment of spontaneity and non-seriousness in a businesslike and serious world, an ongoing holiday in a world that forgot how to celebrate, a world enslaved by dumb, pointless labor.

Yoga” regarded itself in opposition to spiritual movements founded on the unquestioning authority of a single man. According to them, even if that man were the greatest genius, by his nature, he’d be limited and intolerant, incapable of accepting differing views of things, whereas Keller declared that it was the dialectic capacity to embrace opposing positions that was the sure sign of the fullness of life. In contrast, the dictate of a single person created a devastating monotony, which was negation of life itself.

Keller also founded “The Desperates” (Disperati), a division of bodyguards for D’Annunzio, made up of a gang of guys who were rejected by the Fiume Command from participating in the service, due to their uncontrollable nature. Most of their time The Desperates spent swimming, exercising, singing and marching around town dressed in only shorts. They would gather in the evenings in some deserted area where they’d fool around, dividing up into two teams and having shoot outs with real weapons, live rounds and functional grenades, as such they had their fair share of injuries. Thereafter they’d walk around town singing, wearing flower necklaces.

Giovanni Comisso described them as “A small squad of eager, cynical, cruel young lads, wonderful in their daring: the color of rebellion and freedom, people who made it through the sieve of war, revolutionaries if not in their ideas, then in spirit. These guys were known as “soldiers of death”. No dirt stuck to them – these lads cursed by mediocrity and wise men of the world – who had shown the world the color of man in the epoch of the spirit’s twilight“.

Their slogan was “me ne frego”, which later was adopted by the Italian Fascists, with the first true Fascist “Disperata” appearing in Florence in June of 1921.


Following D’Annunzio’s love for the theatrical, his comrades turned politics into an aesthetic expression. D’Annunzio wrote during the Fiume Adventure: “Arditi camp in the evening. Real fire. A speech, inspired faces – a race, born in fire. Chorus singing… Marching. Daggers glistening, held tightly in fists. Grandeur that is entirely Roman in spirit. The daggers point upwards. Slogans. Spirited pace of cohorts. Meat being fried over an open fire. The erupting flame burns the face – fever of courage. Rome is the goal.

His legionaries devised symbolic rituals which would later on be adopted by fascists. Legionary-insurgents adopted the Moroccan Fez as their head dress. Black shirts and skulls became the symbols of power over life and death. Their banners depicted the roman eagle with open wings. Geometrically strict marches symbolized through the anonymity of their participants a rejection of the bourgeois. Utilization of theatrical techniques into political activity helped cultivate a particular connection between the the Comandante of Fiume and the masses, utilizing the power of symbols and myths.

By the end of the Fiume Adventure Keller became friends with Marinetti and in time becomes a supporter of Futurism.

Marinetti during D’Annunzio’s Fiume Adventure with Guido Keller on his left and Ferruccio Vecchi on his right, the trio helped influence early Fascist aesthetics.

Leaving the air force, Keller for a time finds himself in Turkey, where he unsuccessfully attempted to start a piloting school.

In 1923, he returned to the air force and worked in the Italian embassy in Berlin, becoming widely known in certain circles thanks to his nonconformism.

In 1925 he is sent as a military pilot to Libya, after requesting transfer to active duty.

Upon his return to Italy he is sent on a commerce mission to Latin America. He spent the winter in Venezuela, taking an expedition down the Orinoco river, crossing the Guyana and reaching the Caribbean sea. Returning to Italy once again, he develops projects for commercial ties which would be realized using hydroplanes. These would be able to land on rivers near Brazilian, Colombian and Venezuelan shores.

In 1928, he crashes his hydroplane, losing his comrade but surviving with no serious injuries.

On November 9th, 1929, Keller dies in a car crash with his two pilot friends. On D’Annunzio’s request, Keller was buried in the Vittoreale estate at lake Garda in Lombardy, where D’Annunzio himself would also be eventually buried.

Original article “Guido Keller
Source: “Tradition” [Традиция]
Translated by Alexander Slavros