The Skyscraper of Babel
You should be a Nationalist. It does not matter who you are or where you are. If you live in France, you should have deep pride in being French. If you live in Cuba, there should be no question of how great it is for you to be Cuban. If you were born in one country and choose to make your home in another, it stands to reason you should embrace what it means to be from where you now reside. This should not be controversial to say; it is simply common sense.
Each place is rich with its own heritage, and every culture is unique. This uniqueness is most likely why you have chosen to reside there. The words "home country" carry a specific meaning and, beyond that, a particular connotation. "Home" brings about a feeling of security and belonging; it invokes a sense of familiarity and permanence.
The Geometry of Sovereignty
This concept naturally flows outward, occurring at every scale—from our sense of body to our dwellings, our regions, our nations, and eventually our planet. The principles remain the same: territory is a vital component of our basic human needs.
To exist without these boundaries creates a fundamental collapse in the definition of the self. If we begin chopping away at these defining features, it does not take long for meaninglessness to take hold. A thing without borders is a thing that ceases to exist as a distinct entity.
When this autonomy is breached, it is a violation. During the pandemic, many were forced to get vaccinated against their will. Ask them how they feel about it now; even after years, it remains a regular topic of contention. Rightfully so, for it was a transgression—a physical trespassing of the most personal border.
The same principle of autonomy exists in your residence. Should someone barge into your home, it is a crime. Even if you decide to entertain a guest, it is expected that the guest will be polite and respectful. A nation is simply the home of a people, and the same rules of respect, boundaries, and self-determination must apply.
The Erosion of Identity
The Skyscraper of Babel is a monument to the ego of the globalist, but it is a prison for the human spirit. It promises a world without friction, but in doing so, it delivers a world without meaning. When we begin to chop away at the defining features of a nation, we don't just lose a flag; we lose the architecture of the human psyche.
Without a distinct national identity, the individual is stripped of their context. We become mere economic units in a global machine—interchangeable, disposable, and profoundly lonely. To be a Nationalist is to reject this rootlessness. It is to recognize that for a person to feel secure, they must be rooted in a culture that has a name, a history, and a clear boundary.
Furthermore, this sense of boundary is the only way to preserve true global diversity. If every culture is forced into a singular, borderless "melting pot," the unique heritage of the world is eventually boiled away until everything tastes the same. True diversity is a garden of many different flowers, each in its own plot; it is not a field where everything has been mowed into a uniform, grey turf.
The Return to Earth
Ultimately, the loss of national borders leads to a total collapse of accountability. When power is moved away from the nation-state and into the hands of global entities, the individual loses their voice. You cannot vote against a global trend, and you cannot protest a nameless bureaucracy.
By reclaiming the Nation, we reclaim the only mechanism humans have ever built to hold power accountable. If we do not respect the borders of the country, we will eventually lose the ability to defend the borders of our own skin.
It is time to step out of the elevator of the Skyscraper, put your feet on the soil of your ancestors or the land you have chosen, and rebuild the walls that make us human.
Be a Nationalist. Be a Sovereign. Be Home.



Hahaha 🤣 Tim, it might have actually been me, who forgot it. LOL. Appreciate your neverending support!
When a people forget the story that shaped them, the soul drifts untethered.
Without a homeland of spirit and memory, we become like shadows moving through a vast marketplace counted, traded, and forgotten.
To walk the path of the Nationalist is not to cling to walls, but to remember the ancient roots beneath our feet.
It is the knowing that every heart longs for a place whose song it recognizes a lineage with a name, a myth, a sacred border where meaning begins.
In belonging, the spirit rests.
In memory, we find our home.