Nobody in our circles have covered this story. Most likely because there wasn’t much coverage of it in general. It’s from about a month ago. He’s the most well-known Russian Nationalist, who inspired countless numbers of young Russians to come to our side. Just wanted to pass the info along.
I’m going to be an asshole and say this, because someone needs to.
Being a Christian Identist, Odinist, pagan, etc, is not an “organization”. If you don’t, in your very soul, believe in the God (or God’s) you claim to pray to, then you are not truly whatever it is you are claiming as your religion/spiritual belief. Just call yourself an agnostic, or atheist if you don’t believe in God.
I cannot speak for the other Gods, but I will say that being Christian Identity is not a “club”. It’s not just “something to do” to try to fit in somewhere.
Take off the cross or the Thor hammer or whatever else virtue signaling idol you wear and truly do some soul searching for your beliefs and faith. For true believers don’t need jewelry to prove their devotion.
As a Christian Identist, it’s really becoming ridiculous to see so many people claiming to be Christian Identity and then, they don’t like something some random preacher says and they “quit” Christian Identity. You cannot “quit” Yahweh. I myself have no “membership” with any Christian Identity ministry, I do not need to follow other humans to know what I believe or don’t believe.
I love fellowship with my fellow Christian Identity adherents but don’t call yourself Christian Identity just to try to be my friend.
I have made it very publicly clear that I will work with people who strive to work for the 14 words. But be real.
If you can keep your head when all about youAre losing theirs and blaming it on you,If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,But make allowance for their doubting too;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;If you can meet with Triumph and DisasterAnd treat those two impostors just the same;If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spokenTwisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:If you can make one heap of all your winningsAnd risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,And lose, and start again at your beginningsAnd never breathe a word about your loss;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinewTo serve your turn long after they are gone,And so hold on when there is nothing in youExcept the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,If all men count with you, but none too much;If you can fill the unforgiving minuteWith sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!