Our decline as a people began when it was taught to us that civic duty amounted to a paltry visit to the ballot box.
Activists helped communities recover from the aftermath of Hurricane Ian in several communities in western Florida. Members cleared branches and fallen trees from roads, placed tarps over exposed roofs, removed hazardous debris from parks and playgrounds, and lifted downed trees from homes.
In the days leading up to the mobilization, the organization's members and Networks across the South kept a keen eye on forecasts for the region. Local members communicated damage reports and helped advise on plans of assistance. The storm had passed over Florida's peninsula, and convoys of members carrying rakes, chainsaws, and hardhats were already on the move East before Ian made a second landfall in the Carolinas. Along the way, activists reported passing larger convoys of disaster relief forces on the highway. Although smaller in scope and funding, the response of the Front's resources were quick, mobile, and every participant was a healthy, virtuous man of American stock willing to bear any privation for the aid of his countrymen.
By morning the convoys from Network's One and Two from Texas, and Four from Oklahoma and Arkansas had joined with Network 6 out of Alabama, Tennessee, and Georgia, alongside members from Florida, and Louisiana. Teams were delegated, and equipment prepared. Routes were found into areas which were affected, but still accessible to outside civilians. Teams began clearing out roads and parks in public spaces while others went freely from door to door offering assistance. Before long, every activist was immersed in laborious efforts with a to-do list that would last throughout the day and into the night. Once all that could be done in the time granted was complete, the members were invited to share community and fellowship with those who they had helped throughout the day. In an amazing showing of solidarity, disaster had dissolved the differences usually present between the myriad of Americans present. No thought was given to the slanders of the media as the activists demonstrated virtue enough to dispel any lack of confidence.
These men weren't paid in anything but food, water, and the thanks of those who they toiled for.
The objective of the effort wasn't political in any strict and reductive sense, and especially not in the modern sense. The politicians were busying themselves with each other at the time, never truly mingling with the people. There is a separation of social and political life in the contemporary era that comes from immense polarization, and the everyman's virulent distaste for the political charade that harvests optimism from the voter base and processes it into apathy that allows those same bureaucrats to get away with treason. The Front seeks to dissolve the boundary between social and political life. Simple acts of virtue, doing the right thing for one's nation and people, are themselves a statement for society as a whole. Our decline as a people began when it was taught to us that civic duty amounted to a paltry visit to the ballot box. We were taught this by statesmen who feared what a populace of Americans immersed in their civic duty would conclude about our current government.
The activist is one who makes his life a declaration. He is one who lives at all times to ideals greater than himself. This can be evident in actions great and small, all linked by the same driving passion of loyalty to one's people and their welfare. In this case, it was evident by the sweat on the brows of men hauling logs, drilling boards, sawing branches, and swinging axes. These men weren't paid in anything but food, water, and the thanks of those who they toiled for.
These actions were documented and promoted to the world so that others may emulate these efforts, so that young men have a clear view of where virtuous brotherhood is found, so that there may be more and more men who embody this lifestyle to take greater and greater leaps in advancement of our nation's welfare under a crumbling State which sees our people as an obstacle to progress, if it sees us at all.