How do we know someone is a real philosopher? Not by the titles printed on their business cards, nor by the dried husks of dissertations read by no one. A philosopher is known by the danger they pose to lies. Darya Dugina was such a philosopher. She was not “promising”, not “emerging”, not an apprentice on the margins. She was already fully formed: her words carved with the sharpness of a sword, her mind ablaze with that unbearable light the enemies of truth instinctively fear. It is why they killed her three years ago on this day. They sensed in her not the comfortable harmlessness of an academic but the living force of a thinker who could inspire, and thus command; have her will press upon the world. The West congratulates itself on “free thought”, but it only tolerates those who produce sterile abstractions. The moment philosophy ceases to be a parlor game and begins to awaken nations, it becomes dangerous. Dasha proved that. She proved that to think truly, in our age, is to fight. “To be a warrior is to live forever” is what our guys say when one of them pays the ultimate price. They are right. To be a philosopher is to live forever, too. Her enemies knew this, too. She was not a combatant, but it would be wrong to say that she was not a warrior. She fought on the battlefield that can be just as important as storming cities. It is important to remember. Not just a young woman and her brilliance, but also the face of our enemy, those who murdered her. The deranged little spawns of the Devil, the father of lies, their father, lashing out against truth itself. They murdered a young woman, and they murdered her in the most despicable way: a car bomb, the weapon of a coward. Our list of martyrs is long. Their blood sanctifies our cause. A sacred flower blooms from every grave, never to wilt. It is a call for vengeance. Vengeance does not just mean blood for blood, though it does mean that, too.