The Fire Beneath the Ashes
The Revolution Never Ended
We are the flame‑bearers of
The Republic
forgotten by those
who inherited its rights.
Join the standard.
Hold the line.
About Us
Our Creed
Sons of Sedition emerges as a movement from the ruins of false justice, its founder bearing scars as scripture, not shame.
Our creed is restoration—a reckoning to honor the sacred oath of those who pledged their lives, fortunes, and honor to an ideal, not a government. This is the Republic’s distress call (SOS), a call to realign with the soul and Spirit of 1776.
The Creed of the Sons
- We hold fast to truth, even when it is punished.
- We stand with integrity, even when it costs.
- We never ask for permission to be free.
- We are forged by fire, not fashioned by fear.
- We honor the oath of our forefathers, not the convenience of their descendants.
- We speak when silence is safer.
- We act when obedience is easier.
- We remember. We rise. We reclaim.
Preserve the Republic. Defy the Empire.
Sic Semper Tyrannis
“Thus always to tyrants.”
This wasn’t whispered. It was shouted—through smoke, through gallows, through ink and revolution.
It was spoken by Brutus in defense of the Roman Republic, echoed by the Founders as they signed their names under threat of death, and emblazoned on the seal of Virginia while musket smoke still hung over a fledgling nation.
It’s not a phrase of violence. It’s a phrase of limit—a line drawn in blood and principle.
It is the final word spoken by free people when corruption forgets its place.
At Sons of Sedition, we carry that phrase as both warning and reminder:
- Warning to those who believe power is birthright.
- Reminder that liberty, once stirred, does not go quietly back to sleep.
Sic Semper Tyrannis is the ancestral echo of The Revolution Never Ended.
It is the whispered clause beneath every oath we take:
If you forget the Republic, the Republic will not forget you.
This is not cosplay. This is not fiction.
It is conviction. It is legacy.
It is the quiet creed of those who never surrendered.
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For the many, the few, the one...
Sons of Sedition rises from betrayal and exile to restore the Republic’s vision—‘the many’ in the House, ‘the few’ in the Senate, ‘the one’ in the Executive, as designed in 1787. The king with no clothes is the tyrant of disorder, not kingship itself—Pontifex Maximus of anarchy we reject. Our creed is the Constitution’s defense.
Sick Semper Tyrannis
This isn’t just a clever play on words—it’s a declaration of war against the rot.
The decay isn’t just in Washington—it’s in every institution that long ago forgot who they serve. It's in the boardrooms, the bureaucracies, the cowardly compromises. It’s the legacy of those who’ve traded truth for comfort, principle for prestige.
“Time to cut off the dead branches.”
It’s not about mindless rebellion. It’s about restoration. Pruning what’s diseased so the living root can breathe again.
At Sons of Sedition, we don’t worship false idols. We don’t bend the knee to credentialed cowards or institutional overlords. We believe in fire, in steel, in the responsibility to preserve the rootstock—even if it means swinging the constitutional blade ourselves.
This isn’t about going back. It’s about going deeper. Back to first principles. Back to the marrow of the Republic before it was co-opted by Caesar.
And that means cutting off what no longer serves liberty.
Dead wood burns. Rotten limbs fall.
We’re here to help gravity along.
The revolution never ended.
Living in Amerika — SOLD OUT
They said Liberty was a gift.
Now she’s a commodity.
The image says it all: a single red tear beneath the gaze of a broken goddess. Her torch still stands, but it casts no warmth. Her crown still shines, but it belongs to the highest bidder.
Welcome to Amerika—spelled the way totalitarians spell it, because that’s how it feels. Cheap freedoms. Empty patriotism. Politicians selling out national interests to line foreign pockets while working men and women get priced out of their own future. Farmland bought by overseas conglomerates. Strategic assets leased to the adversary. Cultural values auctioned off in exchange for social compliance and global “respect.”
But this isn’t about left or right. This is about loss—of sovereignty, of grit, of what it once meant to be (an) American.
“We didn’t lose the war.
We lost the will.”
The good news? Not everyone’s sleeping. Not everyone’s sold. There are still those who believe the torch should burn again, not just be held aloft in silent shame. There are leaders emerging—not perfect, not polished—but present, and unafraid to stem the tide. And beneath them, a growing chorus: makers, fighters, builders, veterans, and rebels who refuse to be boiled in the slow rot of managed decline.
Sons of Sedition stands with them. This poster isn’t just a protest. It’s a pulse check. And the patient isn’t dead—just wounded. But if there’s one thing we know from battle:
Wounded doesn’t mean weak. It means still fighting.
Blind Justice or Just Blind
Justice was meant to be blind — but not gagged. Not manipulated. Not contorted into a weapon for the powerful.
We were told that Lady Justice held her scales with impartiality, that she wielded her sword with honor. But what we see now is something else entirely. A justice system that has grown bloated, brittle, and beholden. Politicized prosecutors. Two-tiered standards. Citizens criminalized for dissent while the truly corrupt sip champagne behind velvet ropes.
And yet — look closer. Not all hope is lost.
In this image, Sons of Sedition doesn’t just witness injustice. We resist it. We lift the scales back toward balance. We refuse to let the hand of tyranny crush the very concept of fairness.
This is more than symbolism. This is a call to conscience.
The real fight isn’t left vs. right. It’s them vs. us — the protected class vs. the working citizen. And while their hand grows heavier with each executive order, surveillance program, and weaponized law, so too does our resolve.
We won’t kneel.
We won’t shut up.
We won’t stand by.
We are the counterweight. The recalibration. The inconvenient reminder that when the system fails the people, sedition becomes duty.
Sick Semper Tyrannis?
No.
Sick of Tyrants. And Still Fighting Back.
Reflections on Jefferson’s Warning and the Modern Meaning of Sedition
“The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.”
— Thomas Jefferson
Jefferson’s words have been quoted for over two centuries — often invoked, often misused, and always misunderstood. They strike like flint against steel, igniting passions about duty, freedom, and defiance. But what did he really mean?
Here at Sons of Sedition, we wrestle with that question too.
We lament tyranny — the bureaucratic kind, the corporate kind, the quiet kind that seeps into daily life — yet we also recognize that Jefferson’s call for blood was born from his own age of revolution. Our time demands a different kind of rebellion.
We don’t glorify violence. We don’t crave chaos.
Our “blood” is symbolic — the sweat of honest work, the tears of those betrayed by their own institutions, the sacrifice of integrity in a world that rewards obedience.
Jefferson warned of what happens when liberty is neglected, when power festers unopposed. The tree of liberty doesn’t demand carnage — it demands courage. It withers when citizens grow complacent and thrives when conscience overrides convenience.
So, while the quote remains — raw, visceral, unflinching — we reinterpret it for our era:
The blood of patriots today is spilled not in battlefields, but in boardrooms, courtrooms, and comment sections.
The tyrants we face wear suits, not crowns.
And the revolution we carry is one of awareness, integrity, and refusal to yield.
We keep the quote not as a rallying cry to arms, but as a warning — a reminder of how far things can fall when good people stay silent.
Sons of Sedition stands for vigilance over violence, for moral rebellion over mindless rage, and for preserving what Jefferson risked everything to ignite: the conviction that liberty is not granted — it’s guarded.
“We don’t water the tree with blood.
We keep it alive with truth.”
Dispatch Alert: Sons of Sedition U.S. Tour (Pending Launch)
Coming Soon — From the Edge to the Heartland
We're going mobile.
Sons of Sedition is planning a cross-country tour—part pilgrimage, part rebellion—bringing the message, the creed, and the fire directly to the people. From desert outposts to rust belt crossroads, from forgotten railyards to downtown echoes, we’ll be carrying the standard across the American interior.
Planned Base of Operations:
⚫ Flagstaff, Arizona — along the legendary Route 66
⚫ A physical outpost is in the works. Shop, studio, signal hub.
What to Expect:
- Live discussions on the real legacy of the Republic.
- Artifacts, prints, and unreleased Sons of Sedition gear.
- Dispatch pickups, loyalty signings, and oathkeeper meetups.
- Interviews from the road. Fire from the margins.
- Possibly a few things we can't put in writing.
Dates + Cities: TBA.
Planning is underway. Locations being confirmed.
If your city still remembers the promise of the Republic—it’s on the map.
📍 Follow the Dispatch. Spread the Signal. And when you see the torch—show up.
Rebellion to tyrants is obedience to God.
— Motto proposed by Thomas Jefferson for the United States
