(To the skeptics, Tom Woods recently mentioned his own concern that the Campaign for Liberty was drifting from the anti-war position--new alliances are necessary if one is serious.)
The American Counter-Currents Publishing site offers much, often useful, recycling and repackaging of older material from an earlier media age; the pro-Zionist if antagonist project remains a 'work in progress', nevertheless, IMO.
With that said, there is "new stuff" on a variety of fronts.
An elder, Andrew Hamilton, offers a piece on War, where he lays out a Far Right rationale to be against war. In the age of Fight Club and MMA (and so forth), the sort of violence equivalent to the lothario within the PUA/Manosphere thing, it is an important, and well stated piece to consider.
Bowden didn't spend enough time on this subject (IMO), even if he held his ground on the wars of his time throughout his life.
The point on our own Revolution is solid--it is "our" (for Old Stock Americans) Original Sin, just as the Constitution was a coup d'etat against the Articles of Confederation.
A side story, for whatever it might be worth:
My Great Uncle was a drafted medic into the Navy, serving in the Pacific. He was awarded a medal for performance on Okinawa--he talked about friends disintegrating next to him. He also saw Nagasaki first hand after the surrender. During my early years, he was the War Hero, the celebrated War Hero. As a 'war skeptic' after college--a history major who amongst other things, discovered and wrote a paper on Ernst Junger, I had breakfast with him after graduation at his home. While I would see him at a few more funerals before his own reward, this would be our last time together.
I told him that I had no plans to enlist, that, with all due respect, I don't really believe in any of the wars.
What followed was a blessing. He told me how awful his time was, if how much he hated the Japs. How when the government contacted him for a free trip to Okinawa in 1995 for a reunion of sorts, he passed--he told me after the war he cut off all contact.
I wonder if it was because Nagasaki was the most Catholic of Japanese cities, but he told me when he arrived in Nagasaki, and saw what he had been apart of--his voice shook, conjuring the memories, and the chap was Alpha, he couldn't put it together. A Japanese officer surrendered his sword to him (which he eventually just gave away, perhaps as he lacked sons of his own.) My father and uncle, their entire lives, had never seen this side of him; he was always just the war hero. And there I was. I cannot ever go back.
He told me he'd have rather died in an invasion. Nagasaki was that bad.
The man prayed before every meal.