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American Empire RMB

WA Delegate: None.

Founder: The Burning of The Old Glory

Last WA Update:

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Largest Gambling Industry: 295th Largest Automobile Manufacturing Sector: 312th Fattest Citizens: 353rd+17
Highest Disposable Incomes: 517th Lowest Overall Tax Burden: 525th Largest Manufacturing Sector: 552nd Most Avoided: 660th Highest Unexpected Death Rate: 764th Largest Arms Manufacturing Sector: 799th Largest Retail Industry: 854th Most Armed: 933rd Highest Wealthy Incomes: 1,012th Most Devout: 1,264th Most Efficient Economies: 1,299th Highest Economic Output: 1,457th Rudest Citizens: 2,032nd Most Politically Apathetic Citizens: 2,149th Most Ignorant Citizens: 2,265th Largest Timber Woodchipping Industry: 2,289th Most Stationary: 2,296th
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The Land of the FREE?
Whoever told you that is your ENEMY.

Your blue white & scarlet hypocrisy
Pitying the blindness that you've never seen
That the eagles of war whose wings lent you glory
They were never no more than carrion crows,

Dignity is that nation without nationality,
that murmur of the heart no matter what blood lives it,
that rebel irreverence that mocks borders, customs and wars.

For all this, & for all those for whom Justice is denied.

No Justice, No Peace.
An injury to one, is an injury to all.

Infiltrated, decimated & refounded by The Army of Shadows

Thank you to TITO, Fort Triumph & NeoConfederate States of America and their ill-judged trust in us as 'natives' to protect the region.

We strike from the shadows, for we are the shadows.

Embassies: Libcom, Autonomous Peoples, Federation of God, Castle Wewelsburg, New Stormfront, Squad of Imperial Japanese Soldiers, Corporate Conservative, and Genesis Defense Project.

Tags: Anarchist, Anti-Capitalist, Anti-Fascist, Communist, Eco-Friendly, Minuscule, Multi-Species, Non-English, and Socialist.

American Empire is home to a single nation.

Today's World Census Report

The Most Rebellious Youth in American Empire

World Census observers counted the number of times their car stereo was stolen from outside fast food stores to determine which nations have relatively high levels of youth-related crime.

As a region, American Empire is ranked 21,040th in the world for Most Rebellious Youth.

NationWA CategoryMotto
1.The Burning of The Old GloryCapitalist Paradise“We didn't cross the border, the border crossed us”

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American Empire Regional Message Board

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Posted 9 days ago by Benevolent Thomas of Fort Triumph in that region's dispatch, boasting about how they beat a communist invasion here:

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"Its dusk on the frontier. Marshal Benevolent Thomas and Deputy Land are patrolling alongside ally Dyr Nasad of the Founderless Regions Alliance. As the sun was continuing to set, the group rode out to high ground to get a greater lay of the surrounding area. A few minutes go by and they begin to notice some dark figures moving to the east. The Marshals continue to watch as these mysterious shapes stop at a small camp outside the small town of American Empire. Land pulls out his telescope and examines the camp.
Land: "I see fourteen of them gathering. There's a red flag on a post that reads 'Red Partisans', we must be dealing with Communists."

Thomas pulls out his revolver and begins loading it one bullet at a time.

Dyr pulls out his own telescope and surveys the group.

Dyr: "I wonder where they'll end up striking. It will soon be dark and their window of opportunity will have closed."

Thomas: "I'm not sure, but we'll be ready for them when they do".

Dyr: "I wonder if we'll be enough to stop them".

Thomas: "We aren't the only ones watching. I spotted some Islanders earlier who appear to be paying attention."

The trio continue to wait, wondering if anything will happen. A half hour passes before there is any movement. A man on horseback dashes out of the camp and towards American Empire. Thomas immediately hops onto his horse in pursuit - Dyr and Land closely behind. The shadowy figure then turns back toward the Red Partisans camp. Now in town, the trio set up in defensive positions. Land finds higher ground while Dyr and Thomas wait just inside the town gates.

A few minutes go by.

Thomas: "Do you think they..."

Dyr: "missed their opportunity?"

Land: "There is still enough time for them to pull this off. Be ready."

Dyr: "Even with us here, they still have the resources to take this town."

Thomas: "Remember, the Islanders are still out there."

Just then, the communists make their charge at American Empire. Land fires his rifle, killing a horse which causes a pile-up of attackers. The first of the invaders enters the town and is quickly met with a bullet from Thomas' revolver. Dyr fires his shotgun, sending another one of them to the ground. The battle has begun. More Communists begin to arrive and take cover. After dropping another Communist, Land falls back into cover while Thomas provides covering fire. Dyr fires another shot which maims his target.

Thomas: "I've only got one shot left, how about y'all?"

Dyr: "I've got a few more shots left, but I'm pinned."

Land: "If you want to fall back, I can provide some cover fire."

Thomas: "F*ck that."

Thomas then jumps out from behind the post he was behind and quickly caps one of the men shooting at Dyr. Thomas fires his gun again, but he is out of ammo. In an act of pure frustration, he throws his gun at the nearest Communist before jumping on top of them. Now free to move, Dyr quickly takes out two more of the attackers.

Land: "More of them are coming!"

Land takes out another horse, this time killing its rider as well. Dyr goes to find cover while Thomas is partaking in a full-on street brawl with several of the communists. Just then, the town's natives came out of their homes armed with whatever they had and quickly overwhelmed their attackers.

Natives: "American Empire is not falling tonight!"

Land: "We got it! They won't be able to pull this off anymore."

As the last band of invaders storm in they are met with the sharpened swords of the Ten Thousand Islands Treaty Organization. Not a single invader was spared.

The Old Glory: "Victory!"

There are two types of people in this world, Fort Triumph,
those with endorsements and patience,
and those who dig.

You. You dig.

It would appear that after their encounter with us here, Fort Triumph's spirit and morale was broken, and they ceased to be operational.

Similarly after their encounter with us, NeoConfederate States of America became weakened and founderless and at the mercy of raiders and other factions.

Coincidence perhaps, or else we have a demoralising effect on those who encounter and oppose us.

The Army of Shadows

We guard the ruins of our destruction closely.

Abandon all hope, ye who hope otherwise.

The Army of Shadows

Hi, The Old Glory! I'm just stopping in as I make my way around the world!

Post by 14th cadian suppressed by The Old Glory.

Might was Right when Caesar bled upon the stones of Rome,
Might was Right when Genghis led his hordes over Danube's foam,
And Might was Right when German troops poured down through Paris way,
It's the Gospel of the Ancient World and the Logic of Today.

Behind all Kings and Presidents - all government and law,
Are army-corps and canoneers to hold the world in awe.
And sword-strong races own the earth and ride the Conqueror's Car --
And liberty has never been won except by deeds of war.

What are the lords of horded gold - the silent Semite rings -
High pontiffs, priests and kings?
What are they but bold master-minds, best fitted for the fray
Who comprehend and vanquish by - the Logic of Today.

Cain's knotted club is scepter still - the "Right of Man" is fraud.
Christ's Ethics are for creeping things - true manhood smiles at "God".
For Might is Right when empires sink in storms of steel and flame;
And it is RIGHT when weakling breeds are hunted down like game.

Then what's the use of dreaming dreams, that each shall "get his own"
By forceless votes of meek-eyed thralls, who blindly sweat and moan?
No! A curse is on their cankered brains -- their very bones decay:
Go: Trace your fate in the Iron Game, it's the Logic of Today.

The strong must ever rule the weak, is grim Primordial Law.
On earth's broad racial threshing floor, the meek are beaten straw.
Then ride to power o'er foemen's neck - let NOTHING bar your way:
If you are FIT you'll Rule and Reign, is the Logic of Today.

You must prove you're Right by deeds of Might of splendor and reknown.
If need be, die on scaffold high in the morning's misty gray.
For "Liberty or Death" is still the Logic of Today.

Might was Right when Gideon led the "chosen" tribes of old.
And it was right when Titus burnt their temple roofed with gold:
And Might was Right from Bunker's Hill, to far Manilla Bay,
By land and flood it's writ in blood - the Gospel of Today.

"Put not your trust in princes" is a saying old and true
"Put not your hope in governments" translateth it anew.
All "Books of Law" and "Golden Rules" are fashioned to betray:
"The Survival of the Strongest" is the Gospel of Today.

Might was Right when Carthage flames lit up the Punic foam;
And when the naked steel of Gaul weighed down the spoil of Rome;
And Might was Right when Richmond fell - and at Thermopylae -
It's the logic of the Ancient World and the Gospel of Today.

Where pendant suns in millions swing around this whirling earth,
It's Might, It's Force that holds the brakes, and steers through Death and Birth:
Force governs all organic life, inspires all Right and Wrong.
It's natures plan to weed out man and TEST who are the strong.

Post by 14th cadian suppressed by The Old Glory.

Above the Senates brawl -
The maddening roar for gain,
Do you hear the Christmas Carol -
The felons clanking chains,
Behind yon prison walls,
Your leg-ironed comrade slaves,
While here in marble walls
Are harlots, knights and knaves.

Your comrades rot in goal -
The hungry cry for bread,
Your wives are thin and pale,
Their hearts are filled with dread,
And earth resounds with praise
In holy, heavenly tones,
While tigers prowl the land to crush
Your children's bones.

Ho! Men of New South Wales,
Hark! hear the fetters clink!
Are you but eunuch-churls
That only scream and slink?
If you were virile men,
You'd raise your strong right arm,
Beard tigers in their den
To guard your mates from harm.

You live the life of dogs,
You tug and scat and strain,
Your back the slaver flogs
While raking in his gain;
You see your sisters starve,
You see them on the marts,
You hear the tigers snarl
While rending out their hearts.

O men of New South Wales,
Behold your ruffian horde,
Who spurn you with their hoof,
And bash you with the sword;
Behold the butcher band
That shear and tan your hide.
Have you not grit to stand
And tame their wolfish pride?

You rise to voice your wrongs,
They club you for your pains,
Wheel out their murderous guns
To scatter, splash your brains;
They steal your public lands,
They steal the cash you earn,
Ho! Cringe to their commands,
You're only dogs not men.

In glittering halls
They feast - Harlots, knights and knaves -
While inside prison walls
Your legironed comrade slaves.
Ho! Men of New South Wales,
Hark! hear the fetters clink!
Are ye but eunuch-slaves,
That only scream and slink?

Post by 14th cadian suppressed by The Old Glory.

"Some slay with sword and some with sword.
Some have no battle plan,
Some stab with venom's subtle word,
Each does the best he can,
And each man gets what he can win-
Great wealth, great love, or fame;
The conqueror gets his just reward,
The conquered gets his shame,
The weak ones wear a crown of thorns,
Or bleat in living hell,
The strong man crowns himself with gold,
And all the world is well,
And each man gains what others lose,
No use to reason why,
Each plants his heel on fallen foes,
By Love, or Law, or Lie."

Post by 14th cadian suppressed by The Old Glory.

Hate for Hate,
and ruth for ruth.

Eye for eye,
and tooth for tooth.

Scorn for scorn,
and smile for smile.

Love for Love,
and guile for guile.

War for war ,
and woe for woe.

Blood for blood,
and Blow for Blow!!

The Old Glory wrote:We guard the ruins of our destruction closely.

Abandon all hope, ye who hope otherwise.

The Army of Shadows

We warned them.....

We cast long shadows.
Your ruins will not see sunlight again.
Cast forever in the shade.

He who lives on hope,
dies of starvation.

The Army of Shadows

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