Let us be clear so there is no confusion and no room for misinterpretation: we are not conservatives.
That word has become a mark of surrender, a synonym for the managed decline of a nation we refuse to abandon. Our allegiance is not to a decaying set of liberal principles, to a faltering democracy that serves global interests, to “lower taxes” or to a “rules-based international order” that has bled our people dry. We will not conserve the hollowed-out institutions of a dying empire.
Our allegiance is sworn to something real, something eternal: to our God, our people, and our homeland. It is the soil beneath our feet, the blood in our veins, and the spirit that calls us to greatness.
We have no interest in conserving a political system mired in bipartisan decay, where two heads of the same beast promise change and deliver only ruin. We will not perpetuate a cycle of foreign wars and endless aid to distant nations while our own communities crumble into dust and despair. We refuse to uphold an economic order that leaves our own citizens struggling, indentured to a global market that despises our traditions, our faith, and our very existence.
Our mission is to build something new. Not a fragile imitation of the past, but an order of strength, clarity, and purpose, dedicated first, last, and always to the national interest. We don’t want to turn back the clock. We want to forge a future worthy of our nation’s legacy.
For over a century now the liberal and conservative establishment have captained this ship. They inherited a vessel of unmatched power and prestige, and with a toxic blend of incompetence, arrogance, and malice, they steered it directly into an iceberg of globalism, demographic decline, and cultural erosion. The steel of the ship groans, the ice grinds against the hull, and still, they toast their success in the captain’s lounge, blind to the icy water rising around their ankles.
We are done begging for a seat at their table.
Now, I know what the gatekeepers of the “acceptable right” are going to say next. We’ve all seen their talking points, recycled with nervous certainty. Let’s take Seth Dillon, for example, who recently tried to lecture the movement with this warning:
“No enemies to the right’ isn’t a strategy for beating the left; it’s a strategy for letting bad actors with bad ideas gain control of the movement unopposed. The left is in retreat right now precisely because they gave the reins to their radicals. You’d have to be insane to copy them. You don’t ‘win’ by refusing treatment when you have cancer. It just spreads — often very quickly — and then you die.”
He’s right about one thing. You don’t ignore cancer. You identify it, and you cut it out, ruthlessly and completely, before it kills the host.
His diagnosis, however, is a catastrophic failure of vision, a willful blindness that has defined the controlled opposition for decades. He points his finger at the men with fire in their bellies—the ones who speak the uncomfortable truths and refuse to bow to the dying consensus—and he calls them the disease.
And this is where the worldview of men like Seth Dillon completely collapses. They call us “radicals” and position themselves as the sensible center-right, the true conservatives. The reality? They are not to our right. On the only political spectrum that matters now, they are far, far to our left.
They are the “right wing” of the globalist machine. Their function is not to win, but to fail gracefully, to provide the illusion of opposition while ensuring that nothing fundamental ever changes. They are the designated losers and they are paid handsomely to make the game look real.
So no, Mr. Dillon, we are not worried about “bad actors” on our right. Because the people you call bad actors are simply those who have correctly identified you as the enemy. You are the controlled opposition. You are the cancer. And we are the cure.
The cancer isn’t the guy who’s too edgy or too angry for their donor-friendly galas.
The cancer on the right is the alien tribe that has taken the reins of the party for the exclusive benefit of their people and nation, at the expense of our people and nation. It’s the political class with a loyalty to a foreign land, who wrap themselves in our flag only to sell off our sovereignty piece by piece. They send our sons to die in deserts to protect foreign borders while our own are hemorrhaging. They drain our treasury to fund a foreign military machine, while our own infrastructure crumbles into rust. They scream “isolationist!” and “antisemite!” at anyone who suggests that maybe, just maybe, America’s blood and treasure should be spent on American interests first.
That is the tumor. It’s a parasitic growth that has woven itself into the heart of our movement, redirecting its lifeblood to serve a foreign body while the host sickens.
So when we say “no enemies to the right,” we are not inviting everyone to the table. We are making a declaration of who our people are. We are defining who truly belongs on our side of that line we drew. Our “right” is actually right wing—the nationalists, the patriots, the builders. The cancer we’re cutting out is the globalist, Zionist, neoconservative establishment that Dillon and his ilk are paid to protect. They are not to our right. They are not even on our map.
Comparing us to the left is a fool’s errand. The left is imploding because their radicalism is the logical, suicidal conclusion of their ideology. Our “radicalism” is the simple, healthy immune response of a nation that has decided it wants to live. We’re not copying their playbook; we are performing the surgery they were too cowardly, and conservatives were too polite, to do for generations.
The operation is underway. The cancer is being exposed. And we will cut it out.
History does not remember the comfortable, the cautious, or the compromised. It does not build monuments to the committees that managed decline. It remembers the pioneers, the warriors, the visionaries. It remembers the men and women who, when their world was set to burn, had the audacity to build an ark.
So no, we are not conservatives. That word no longer describes a political belief; it describes a function. It is the job title for the designated loser, the gatekeeper of a dying order, the warden of a national prison. They are paid to slow the decay, to make the end more palatable, but never, ever to reverse it. We are not here to negotiate the terms of our surrender. We are here to cancel it. So let them conserve their rotting institutions.
We will rebuild a nation.
