Nomadic War Band Maxxing

How to build your own tribe, a step-by-step guide

Nomadic war bands are your solution to the unemployment crisis. You don’t need a job. You need a tribe of capable young men to conquer the world like Ghengis Khan.

“the heroic lord and his comitatus, a war band of his friends sworn to defend him to the death” were the basis of Central Eurasian culture.

Think of a comitatus like a group of blood brothers who were united in an oath of loyalty to one “master” beyond attachment to tribe, ethnicity, and individual identity.

“the highly trained warrior members of a lord’s comitatus — a guard corps loyal not to
the government but to the lord personally—took an oath to defend him to the death.

The core members of the comitatus, his sworn friends, committed suicide, or were ritually executed, in order to be buried with him if he happened to predecease them.”

Simply put: “they die when he dies and are killed for his sake”.

Modern man feels a profound sense of meaninglessness precisely because his bonds of fraternal brotherhood have been shattered.

The great lie is that civilization is “evolving”, progressing toward some bright, utopian future. The reverse is clearly true — as we move further from traditional hierarchy, the more rapidly society degenerates.

We men of tradition strive to become the most exemplary members of our folk, capable of reorganizing hierarchy around our superiority. We must be of such powerful quality that men find purpose through service to our ideals.

Now is the time to revitalize traditional structures of camaraderie and manifest a new destiny for our people — this begins with the formation of your own comitatus.

Ghengis Khan, in fact, began his conquest of the world with his “four fierce wolves” or “the dogs of Chinggis” — Khubilai, Jelme, Jebe, and Sübedei. Naturally, like Ghengis, the more heroic qualities you embody, the more men who will seek to serve your greatness.

In the ancient world, benefits of a comitatus were abundant:

“The lord in turn rewarded his comitatus, especially the core group of friends, by treating them as his own family, sharing his habitation and worldly goods with them, and bestowing much wealth upon them.

Warriors belonging to a comitatus were rewarded with almost unimaginable wealth and honor in their societies, not just once but
over and over throughout their lives, as long as they served their lord, and in
the afterlife as well.

They wore silken clothes embroidered with gold, or cloth of gold, decorated with gems, pearls, and gold ornaments; they lived in
the same palatial quarters together with their lord; and they ate and drank the same food and drink with him. They were his companions in life and in death.”

Prior to my arrival on X, I recreated this structure. Here’s how my comitatus was organized and actionable steps to make your own:

I banded together all anti-vax allies and moved to the least vaccinated country in the world which at the time was Armenia. The plan was simple: create an off-grid settlement in the rural countryside that could be entirely self-sufficient. The ultimate goal was to go beyond any need of the “vaccinated world” and, eventually, its cherished technological system.

We had workers, a major investor to fund everything, and my philosophy to guide the project. The hierarchy had a clear academic caste, a king, and skilled workers. We bought property in 2018, and some of us managed to fully immigrate by 2019. We had rentals/hotels that were used to gain income in the urban areas. This money would then be funneled to the rural farmstead. The farmstead would produce the resources necessary to feed the urban members. Our workers, of course, financed none of this whatsoever. They were simply tasked to serve the ideals of we leaders.

Yes, this “thing that I did” does indeed sound ridiculous — that some men would have the audacity to abandon the Western world entirely due to vaccination status and take to the frontier of an unknown region. And yet, not only did it happen, I am now doing something far more absurd and creating my own nomadic tribe on the steppe.

It is logical to surmise that you can indeed organize allies to do something far more practical in your home nation. You’ll need distinct classes of members — an intellectual academic class to generate the ideals, a central leader to best embody the ideals and command members, a merchant class to manage the economy/investments of the group, and a worker caste to produce goods.

It, of course, is always so obvious on paper as a plan. The success of the endeavor is entirely on the memberships’ commitment to authentic rebellion against the modern world. Any attachment to the illusions of modernity, its comforts, and its distractions will completely damn the movement to failure.

The basic steps include the following:

Step one: find men of ambition and a traditional orientation.
Step two: divide members into groups predicated upon skill level.
Step three: have the merchants purchase land and manage resource distribution.
Step four: have workers develop the property, while fully funded by the merchants who have full command of the economic investments of the group.

Writing this, it all feels so general, like some useless regurgitation of Indo-Aryan caste hierarchy from some basic, survey course in college. And yet, that’s exactly how we arranged everything. Moving forward, I continue to leverage this same structure in the steppe.

I go into isolated regions on horseback. I scout for nomads who have extreme degrees of loyalty and efficiency. These individuals should be perfectly loyal and with exceptional work ethic. Soviet inefficiency will be the death of me. Mitigating future loss with a highly skilled group of workers who can be relied upon even in the case of extreme weather conditions to perform is paramount to success.

As leader, to serve me should always be of greater value than any other option available. I always pay my men excessive amounts of money to carry out my orders (like when we organized the 500+ km horse riding tours). They should want for nothing.

I have my men and I scout “ancient” herding paths, sparsely used since the 1800s. We live together in tents, cook together, gallop together, play kok boru, etc. There has to be a sense of extreme camaraderie felt that transcends language, especially since I cannot communicate to my men without a translator. There is no such idea as to “look down” on my men for being “cash poor”, nor for my men to envy any of my meager, material riches. Rather, they should expect through service, greater reward.

We did well enough this year and amassed a sizable amount of horses to use for the tourism business. The next step is for me to buy a ranch for us all to live together next year. I have selected a province that connects to the ancestral lands of my most trusted partners. I expect for the nomads to use it as a hub in which they can easily move my livestock in and out of their respective regions to conduct trade. My base land will be used to house the families of my closest allies in separate yurt camps. I expect new serfs will join us and focus on agrarian production, primarily of cash crops to — you guessed it — continue trade with other regions and expand our domain!

May this description of how I create my “tribes” be a valued asset to you. I pray you can find some unique value in the knowledge that someone somewhere has devoted years of his life to the creation of an authentically new frame of being, that there is objective proof it is possible to manifest a new destiny for our folk, beyond the employed man’s Microsoft excel spreadsheet hellscape.

Life to the American comitatus, may you chosen few herald victory for all eternity!