Those whacky Chinese Communists have some strange ideas about preserving something called “heritage”.
Chinese President Xi Jinping has urged further efforts to preserve the country’s cultural and natural treasures and renew their glamour in the new era.
Xi, also general secretary of the Communist Party of China Central Committee and chairman of the Central Military Commission, made the remarks while instructing on strengthening the protection, preservation and utilization of cultural and natural heritage.
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The inclusion of these heritage items has positive significance for building Chinese modernization that features material and cultural-ethical advancement and harmony between humanity and nature, Xi said, noting that it also adds new luster to world civilizations.
God bless China. President Xi only needs to examine the current examples in the UK and the US to see what the end of traditional culture and heritage looks like. The West gets decay, poverty, and riots. China enjoys luster and glamour. I think they’ve made the right decision.
Words. Boy, did I have some for you. I scripted this article out with an intro which I decided to scrap for reasons. Those sharp literary blades are still in the hopper if needed. Instead, today I give you the following musical comparison, which should essentially make most of my original points in a less rhetorically-taxing fashion. It’s music, so it should be fun. Rather, I hope the first tune depresses and/or enrages you. The second is very upbeat and uplifting. It is my high hope that something causes the all-too-real message of the first to give way to the joy and empowerment of the second. Let’s get this underway, shall we?
The first song is an English translation of a French-Canadian ditty that someone forwarded to me. To the extent possible, please enjoy “Dégénérations” as performed by David Mathewes:
Well now, your great great grandmum, she had fourteen kids to raise.
And then your great grandmum nearly followed in her ways.
Then your grandmother had three and decided to prevent.
And your mom had just the one – and she was an accident.
As for you, little girl, a different partner every night.
And if anything goes wrong, you go to town and put it right.
But in the silent morning, you can almost hear the sound
Of a big kitchen table, all the children gathered round.
This tune is wonderfully melodious yet very depressing. It’s depressing because what it describes is real and true. This is the short story of the collapse of generations and a people. Our people. Almost the entirety of post-modern life is dedicated to whittling us down from large, happy families to sitting alone in boxes. All of it is and was a malicious set of lies, a purposeful plan to reduce us to nothing. And even today, if one listens, the liars and fools repeat the mantras of ease, freedom, and pleasure, all of which end up looking like misery, slavery, and death.
Deep in the lyrics, the subject young man is encouraged to “fight the temptation to commit armed robbery” as he grapples with his hopeless existence. Given the mass gravity of the situation, and given that it is the product of a war against our people, I suggest that the temptation might rightly drift towards a more lethal crime. I also suggest if well-directed, yielding to such temptation might be more of a necessity than a crime.
As aside to our wicked enemies: When, if ever, it comes, know that you earned it.
Just as the enemy keeps pouring gasoline on our raging national inferno, so too do so many of us still pretend we’re living in a bygone era where the lies still appear at least somewhat plausible. I have my year and you likely have yours. If any Americans want to step out of 1982, 1859, or 1054 and enter the current year with an eye for survival, then we have to do a little better in recapturing our lapsed spirit and sense of identity. Other societies not so dissimilar from our own offer glimpses of what that might look like. Scott Ritter visited Russia this year and came home telling and bragging about the palpable presence of the Russian identity. Russia is still run by and for Russians. Therefore, the whole of Russian culture acts as a perpetual promotion of the Russian nation. Our road is harder, as America is run by and for satanists who actively hate, suppress, and exterminate the American nation. Our fight will be ours largely alone. Still, we may find fun in the fighting, especially if we dare do things like regain the lost popular culture. Here comes the fun song!
Until the other day, I had never heard of Russian pop-rock singer Yaroslav Dronov by his given name. I had heard, very briefly here and there, of his extremely popular stage persona, Shaman. Heretofore, I had stupidly written him off as the Russian Justin Bieber. He’s not and I made a mistake. Correcting my mistake has proven somewhat pleasant and a little addictive. Please watch this recent live performance of Shaman’s “I Am RUSSIAN” and/or read the translated English lyrics below:
English lyrics mechanically translated via Yandex, with micro-tinkering by Perrin:
I breathe in this air.
The sun in the sky is looking at me.
A free wind is flying over me.
It’s the same as me.
And I just want to love and breathe.
And I don’t need anything else.
The way it is, and you can’t break me.
And all because,
I’m Russian, I’m going to the end.
I am Russian, my blood is from my father, heh-heh.
I am Russian, and I am lucky.
I am Russian, to spite the whole world.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I am Russian!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
This song flies into Heaven,
And He calls me with Him.
And my heart is burning in me,
Lighting the way home.
Where you just want to love and breathe,
And I don’t need anything else.
That’s the way I am, and you can’t break me.
And all because,
I’m Russian, I’m going to the end.
I am Russian, my blood is from my father, heh-heh.
I am Russian, and I am lucky.
I am Russian, to spite the whole world.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I am Russian!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I’m Russian, I’m going to the end.
I am Russian, my blood is from my father.
I am Russian, and I am lucky.
I am Russian, to spite the whole world.
I am Russian.
Musical tastes, of course, vary. I suspect for many that tune is one of the rare, catchy types that do not require an exact understanding of the words. It’s also somewhat of a testament to the lingering multi-lingual effects of all that is the Indo-European philologic tradition, because one can if one tries, detect certain similarities (e.g., “я русский”, sung “J’ah” or “Ya” “Rooskie” comes almost cleanly across the mind as what it is, “I’m Russian”). When the words are understood, they are powerful! The song is a short defense and celebration of what it means to be a proud living Russian. To a lesser contemporary extent, it is also a hard slap right in the face to the anti-Russian forces of Clown World. “[t]o spite the whole world” means to spite those who would enslave and destroy Russia.
Notice anything about the video? Specifically about the crowd? That’s what young Russia looks like. That is the demographic composition of about 90% of the whole Federation, and closer to 99% of the population west of the Urals in the “European” Republics and Oblasts. Compare that, if one dares, to wherever one lives in the former United States. Then, keep the comparison going.
American boys and girls, at an alarming rate, don’t even know whether they’re boys or girls. Many of their idiot elders won’t tell them for fear of being called bad names. I doubt anyone in Shaman’s audience has that problem. Young Americans are told to hate their people, their history, and themselves. Young Americans are told their country was founded on the (fake) “sins” of racism, slavery, and White supremacy. Young Americans, a vanishing breed, are told to be homosexual deviants, to never have children, and to kill any children that do come along. Young Americans are essentially enslaved, early in life, to various classes of people, large and small, weak and powerful, who hate them. Young Americans will be saddled with onerous usurious fake debt before taking on more fake usurious debt. They will work for less than Depression-era wages. They will not own homes. They will not get married, or have children.
Young Russians like the ones in the video are born into an ancient culture still willing and able to violently defend itself. They will emerge into that culture free and clear to navigate. They will find plentiful jobs in the booming west of the country, and free land in the booming east. They will marry each other and produce future generations. Russian governments, industries, and institutions are run, again, by and for Russians. They promote the existence of their people. Russian women work to build families. Russian men kill to defend it all. Russia, uber alles, to spite the whole world if necessary. The one scenario is worth singing about.
Americans once had something like that. Something worth loving, living in, preserving, and defending. Political and physical control of that great space between Mexico and Canada has been lost (past tense) by Americans. The question now is whether enough of them want to preserve some remnant of what was lost. For my part, I think that’d be a fine idea, and about the only one worth entertaining. How about we do it? Let’s spite the whole world – especially our weak, demented, lecherous little overlords.
Third song! I’ll close out with a micro music minute. Think you know Rick Astley? Here’s his “Never Gonna Give You Up” as covered on a Casio electronic piano by Russia’s outstanding and lovely Gamazda (Alexandra Kuznetsova):
My title roughly translates into “Poverty’s Perilous Proximity”, minus a “de” and “la” or two. I had to de-grammarize as we must always avoid alliteration!
While I would dearly love to keep discussing the in-progress collapse of the Clown World economy, as it technically relates to Americans, my head hurts and the zero button on my calculator broke. However, I do fancy people who still want to exist. Ergo, as sometimes happens, we have a slightly different take on affairs. Une prise Française, with brief layovers in Ireland and China.
For several reasons, I lately drifted from my usual somber reading and picked up a copy of Mary Morrissy’s excellent collection of short stories, Prosperity Drive. While all her words stand out in a striking, yet poetic fashion, I found specific inspiration in these, in her fourth story, Gracefully, Not Too Fast:
Poverty was something to be feared: not for what the poor in their rage might do to you but for its perilous proximity. As if it might be infectious.
– Mary Morrissy, Prosperity Drive, Random House, (Kindle Ed.) P. 38 (2017).
The story walks the line, excitedly and sadly, self-ware and aloof, through a maze of music, illiteracy, and, as one might expect, social standing and destitution. The book is certainly worth one’s effort, so consider purchasing a copy. The above quote reminded me of a question posed by the wonderful Jessamine Lee the other day: “So I’m not rich. So what?” It also reminded me of something a little older: of the wisdom in a passage of the Analects of Confucius:
When a country is well-governed, poverty and a mean condition are things to be ashamed of. When a country is ill-governed, riches and honour are things to be ashamed of.
So what, indeed, Ms. Lee? What does it all mean? On and around Prosperity Drive, poor little Bridget could not help her pecuniary circumstances. Her life and times were set in the post-WWII era, a transitory time for Ireland and the West. Much like her, so many of us cannot exactly control our circumstances. The Master constantly differentiated between the virtues of the superior man and the shortcomings of the mean man. He juxtaposed these two archetypes across various political cultures both desirous and baneful. The superior man should always stand upright, stoically, regardless of prevailing conditions. The mean man does not and cannot do so. Yet Confucius’s words used herein pertain to the general conditions of the populace.
In a noble country, graced with a fitting government, history shows a tendency toward merit, equity, and prosperity. In such a happy society, most people attain a relative position of self-sufficiency if not what might be regarded as economic wealth. And while there are exceptions – childhood travails, personal calamity, or obliging vows of poverty – under such tranquil circumstances, a lowly and crude status is generally thought to be indicative of poor character – of inelegance and sloth. Such is somewhat the spirit of the cautious admonishment from Saint Paul in II Thessalonians 3:10 (also attributed, later, to John Smith at Jamestown): “we declared to you: that, if any man will not work, neither let him eat.” In the original verse, “you” refers, twice before and once after, to [our] Christian Brethren. Hence, the assumption is an addressed society well-governed, spiritually if not politically or economically.
However, in a fallen state, cursed with a foul government, the opposite is generally true, as to honor and lament. While there must be some exceptions, in a lower(ed) society, those who have great abundance, or who are lauded popularly, are generally among the worst kinds of men – the “ticket-takers” of popular parlance. They are only thought wealthy and exemplary because they conform to the wickedness of the ruling status quo. In reality, their riches and their honor are false. One recalls a certain poor Carpenter turned Street Preacher and His angry rejection of the silver coin of the wealthy, well-connected, and presumably “honorable” elites of His day.
What remains of much of the faltering West is the dictionary definition of “ill-governed”. Not quite everything political, cultural, and economic is fake. Note that under such conditions, poverty and crudeness do not necessarily become proper; rather, it is that outwardly benefiting from the false, rigged system becomes the more shameful condition. You’re not “rich”? Good, it’s better that way.
France was recently a relatively stable country. It remains so, though something is obviously afoot. While French “socialism” was somewhat misunderstood by many Americans, it worked well enough for enough of the French people. The secularization of Catholic France is another matter. But, economically, in return for higher marginal tax rates (marginal, because other factors greatly equalized the overall burden felt by, say, Americans), the French did, in fact, receive various benefits such as general peace, excellent transportation, good schools, quality healthcare, functioning courts, long vacations, and early retirement. In short, the people paying for the services received the benefit of the services. Critically, the French ruled France.
Then, something(s) changed.
One might not know it by watching what passes for news in the US, but for about five years, the French have been daily rioting in the streets. The gilets jaunes, mostly middle-aged, middle-class, ordinary French, not-so-quietly rebelled over several observable changes to their great nation. From the outside, France appears to be in a phase of transition, further along than the general West of the mid-20th century. In some ways, many ways, it is about where the US was around 1980, and, like the US in 1980, the picture is changing quickly. The recent pension reforms, carried out in the usual Clown World “democratic” fashion, without a proper vote, sparked a new, higher level of rebellion, something perilously bordering on civil war. The evil globalist elites who control the French government have postponed the age of retirement to free up more money for a growing cadre of schemes. The French are now being forced to pay for their altered destiny. And they know it. Transitioning into nefarious governance, the infectious specter of poverty knocks at the door. The people see that their limited future holds less in the way of riches and honor.
They are responding accordingly and properly. They’re burning it down! Taking a page from the Sri Lankan and Lebanese playbooks, they’ve started torching the homes of the wicked politicians who dared to disrupt the accepted order of things. Millions of men and women are blocking streets and fighting for their collective way of life. Farmers are dumping manure and garbage at government offices. The people are setting fire to police stations. Some speak of making the guillotine great again. Some mention Macron by name. State visits are postponed. The heat, as they say, is on.
If this was happening in places like Russia, Iran, or Minneapolis, then the gekaufte journalisten would be singing the praises of these mostly peaceful protesters attempting to overcome oppression. As-is, the militarized police are in the streets beating and gassing their countrymen. But cracks are forming. Here and there, unionized civil employees, firefighters, and police officers are joining the protests. We are also reminded of the Generals’ Letter and the Soldiers’ Letter, penned barely two years ago. Previously, the military warned the idiot politicians that domestic unrest was imminent if something wasn’t given. Nothing was given, and now the letters look prophetic. And if a war of some kind is inevitable, it might make sense to get it over with sooner than later.
This should have been foreseen as it is literally in the lyrics of “La Marseillaise”:
Allons enfants de la patrie,
Le jour de gloire est arrivé!
Contre nous de la tyrannie
L’étendard sanglant est levé! (bis)
Entendez-vous dans les campagnes,
Mugir ces féroces soldats?
Ils viennent jusque dans nos bras
Égorger nos fils, nos compagnes!
Aux armes, citoyens!
Formez vos bataillons!
Marchons ! Marchons!
Qu’un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons!
In English:
Let’s go children of the fatherland,
The day of glory has arrived!
Against us tyranny’s
Bloody flag is raised! (2x)
In the countryside, do you hear
The roaring of these fierce soldiers?
They come right to our arms
To slit the throats of our sons, our friends!
To arms, citizens!
Form your battalions!
Let us march! Let us march!
May impure blood
Water our fields!
Last year, they endured a bit of a drought, so the fields are thirsty. Here’s the anthem, as sung magnificently in 1989 by the irrepressible Mireille Mathieu:
Mathieu, a staunch Catholic, might personally prefer the tone of the alternative Royalist version (Allons armée Catholique!). I would like to say that I do; however, that edition was essentially a parody of the Freemasonic original. It needs work, honestly. And, given the times and the elitist luciferian enemy occupying Paris, the lyrics of the standard anthem work well, regardless of parentage. Indeed, it is most fitting to hurl the words back at the Enlightenment mongers who have created the current existential crisis! Let the usurpers fear what the legitimate people do in their rage.
Given the continued fiery resistance of the proud French, and the futility of Clown World analytics, I have a grand idea! My Tom Ironsides’s action novella, AURELIUS, is set amidst barely-fictitious contemporary French social and political turmoil to match literal current events. As such, I may drop select parts of a few chapters here soon. Publication, hopefully, shall happen this autumn. Until then, of course, THE SUBSTITUTE awaits your perusal.
Une note à mes amis Français: Continuez à vous battre! Pourquoi? Parce Deus vult, et Deo vindice!
Avant de partir: Je t’aime trop et je ne peux vivre sans toi! Voici “Pardonne Moi” de Mathieu (1970):
Notes: I don’t see or like many movies. I have not (yet) seen this rendition of Death outside of a few clips such as the one Nissan commented on. And, as is well known, I am hawkishly pro Gadot!
As for the film, I will eventually see it (because, GG!). It’s a remake, loaded with CGI, and based on Agatha Christie’s 1937 novel of the same name. It’s a good enough book, entertaining, capturing if a little light on meaning. I haven’t seen the 70’s big-screen adaptation either and I am unlikely to. Like most Hollywood movies today, the new version is what it is – a work for the times and the audiences. As I understand it, the release was plagued by problems of the bio-military pandemic variety and controversy surrounding the life and allegedly odd times of Armie Hammer.
Now, as to GG before I lose interest:
A lot of what Shor writes is right. This isn’t a criticism of criticism. Well, it is, but I’m aiming to explain, expound, and elucidate.
Says Nissan:
Another thing that is very striking about Gal Gadot is that she simply can’t act. She really can’t. It’s embarrassing. It’s regrettable to have to say this. When Gadot opens her mouth in a movie, the text comes out like gravel, shattering one’s front teeth. It’s not just the accent, which no number of diction lessons can entirely suppress. Gadot is not an American and never will be. English is not her mother tongue, nor her daughter tongue.
I disagree. And, for me, it is (in large part) the accent. Gal has one of the few human voices that I audibly understand easily – regardless of the language she’s speaking. Mother, daughter, whatever – thank God she’s got it. And, with all due respect to a guy who knows more about acting than I do, in my limited appreciation of the craft, Gal certainly can act. Well. Much of my counter-explanation is contained in my 2021 GG Treatise.
If I read her career correctly, GG is stealthily moving from newcomer pop stuff like Justice League, through comedies (Jones, Red Notice) and semi-serious work (Death), towards the great dramatic stuff I think she was ultimately destined for (Irena Sendler, Cleopatra, etc. – time will tell). Again, I want to see what the girl’s got! And again, to me, what she’s already delivered is impressive. She doesn’t write or create the films, nor does she have ultimate authority as to how they’re executed. She just – ahem – plays her part. Previously, I noted that she gave 110% to bring to life lines and scenes that might otherwise drift sleepy or morbid. How, exactly, was she supposed to say, “enough champagne to fill the Nile”?
Another thing I, not being Jewish, don’t completely understand is the Israeli “Sabra export” angle. Nissan is proud of GG. But it appears that something has him confused, almost to the point of self-deprecation – or national/cultural deprecation. It could be that, as many a Gentile has a monolithic thinking complex about Jews and Israel, so to Israelis and Jews have a similar thought process about us and their reception among us.
I do not think GG is herself bothered by any of this. It may have crossed her younger mind, but she’s either used to it now or enjoying it. Natalie Portman isn’t the only (great) Jewish actress in Hollywood. In fact, some have described Hollywood as Jewish-owned and operated. But, it is conceded or concede-able that GG is not and never will be an Anglo-American actress. As with the accent, thank God!
What really sets her apart, which Nissan grasps but either won’t admit or doesn’t understand, is the fact that GG is genuinely different: she’s in but not of the industry.
Gal Gadot is astonishing, in the original sense of the word, not the hackneyed sense of the word. Truly astonishing. It’s no cliché or exaggeration. Her presence shines at a distance. It’s not just her stunning beauty. Many actresses fit the conventional Hollywood model of beauty: the all-American women who know how to pose, some of whom look especially elegant and elitist.
Even these actresses aren’t in the same league as Gal Gadot. She has something the others don’t. It’s hard to define what that quality is: Gadot is outside of time. It’s as if she were hovering a few inches above the ground. It’s no coincidence that she was chosen to play Wonder Woman and then Cleopatra: two characters who wear crowns atop their heads.
Gadot stands out above the multitudes. She doesn’t have royal blood and yet she’s regal.
Bravo! Bravo! All true and then some!
As I have come to understand the phenomenon, Gal fits in with the entertainment world at will and on her limited terms. When she’s “on,” then she is celebrity incarnate. It’s not an act; she just outshines everyone else. She is the elegance of the Golden Era magnified by something else. Otherwise, when she’s not working or “on,” she comes off as anything but Hollywood – just a very smart, based, beautiful, doing great things wife and mother. She’d be the “it” woman of the average middle-class neighborhood street. It’s remarkable that this seemingly-impossible juxtaposition of auras and appearances looks to come naturally. Maybe supernaturally.
So, what is that something else to explain the impossible? As I wrote last year, I think it’s God and the fact that Gal is God’s good servant. I think she’s on a mission. Some of the confusion in Tel Aviv and elsewhere may stem from the oddities of secular versus religious Judaism – without delving into the divergences within and between the secular and the religious factions. On the other side, we Christians happen to have similar muddles. Muslims do too. My only advice is to stop pretending that everyone can and should be all the same and pretending that differences are bad. They’re not. Gal is a perfect example of fitting in without fitting in, being an unassimilated merry addition, and not worrying about the inconsequential consequences. Her popularity attests to the fact ordinary people accept and appreciate all she is and does.
I tire though I could go on and on in multiple directions. In short: GG is better than we (Jews or Gentiles) deserve. She can act. She’s awesome. The end.
PS: Mr. Shor did a heck of a job. I’m ending with praise for his appreciation and professionalism.
PPS: I’ve started a draft of a similar cultural correction with a subject matter I’m much more familiar with. In brief preview summay, in answer to a psuedo-slander: Tolkien’s Drarves are not (stereotypical) “Joooooos.” More, later.
When did all of this start? Long ago, that’s certain. It’s only the noticing, for those who manage to notice, that’s recent. For what it’s worth, I still submit a story or two to TPC. Here’s part of my latest missive, emailed this weekend and destined for publication when?
Being the point scout, I’ve already commenced the usual Midsummer stroll. Yet, I just had to drop in some grand news – some of which is local and therefore important!
I was shocked and horrified when I read The Chronicles the other day: “A black male in a ski mask opened fire w/ a semi-automatic rifle shooting multiple folks…” Wow. It really sounds like the (checks notes) white militias are getting out of hand around C-town. Better ban gatherings of multiple folks. But, it could be worse. At least he was wearing a sacred face diaper!
In Boston last week, police arrested (checks notes) white supremacist Khaled Awad for stabbing a Rabbi at a Jewish school. Khaled is an old, racist New England stock name. Yes, he’s still more of an American than you. Sadly, we have no confirmation of any “jabs” with the stabs. Better ban religious schools.
Also in Massachusetts this weekend, the Staties enjoyed a strengthening, beneficial visit from the diversity of a heavily-armed if intellectually light group called “Moorish American Arms,” which is a (checks notes) white militia. They claim they do not respect our laws. Of course, they don’t. Better ban the police.
The sacred cows are such fun targets. Like any seasoned publication, The Chronicles takes regular recreational breaks of varying, yet growing lengths. Also, among their house ideas is the concept of the “white militias” running wild with AR-57 assault cannons and so forth. They fell in with the Great Hoax of 2020. Civic nationalism. Marijuana-colored glasses. Etc. I suppose cognitive dissonance is one way to avoid reality. It also allows me opportunities for satirical humor – or, at least, for attempts at the same.
At any rate, that short work was supposed to give me ideas for this week and this column. However, I found much of the material I gathered, and the process of synthesizing it, downright gloomy. In short, if you’re an American, then this is simply no longer your country.
Almost thirty years ago, I found myself wandering around Athens looking for a barber. I found him on Prince Avenue, a nice, older man with a little shop named after the neighborhood. We talked, of course. Once upon a trimming, he remarked that much of our then-present problems could be traced to the fact that “America doesn’t have any heroes anymore.” He, or I, or both of us at once brought up John Wayne, who, at the time, had been dead for over a decade.
Roughly a decade later, maybe a little later than that, right-wing thought leaders, the more honest of them, began to examine what had become of America and where she was going. In 2004, Pat Buchanan penned America in 2050: Another Country. He was probably a few years overly optimistic. That same year, Vox Day was more accurate with You Can’t Fix A Corpse. No, you can’t. What had, then, been rotting for some time has now turned to dust. In his 2016 book Cuckservative, Vox and John Red Eagle lay out exactly how the cowardly fake right acquiesced to and quietly cheered the destruction of the old nation.
The cucks betrayed us to the point that today Black Muslim militias openly stalk New England while progressives, the cucks, and libertardians all ignore the transformation of proud, homogeneous America into the third-world Disunited States of Usury and meekly chirp about nonexistent White supremacy, White racism, and White militias. Anyone who dares recognize the truth is silenced or called names, wronged, and insulted. But, perhaps this points towards the answer to my title question.
In his final movie role, in 1976’s The Shootist, Mr. Wayne’s J.B. Books proclaimed, “I won’t be wronged. I won’t be insulted. I won’t be laid-a-hand on. I don’t do these things to other people, and I require the same from them.” One recalls the barroom ending.
Gregory Hood builds on what I wrote Monday. His impressive column today should act as a wake-up call to the slumbering stupid masses. (It won’t, but it makes many great points). Read the whole thing.
[A new flag] would be the best symbol of the current reality. The “United States” is at war with “America” and its history. Until conservatives understand this, they won’t just be losers. They will be useful idiots for people who despise them.
We need to go much further. We need new replacement nations and countries. At least one of them can be home to White Christians, genuine American Posterity. When – when, not if – they are established, the great question will be whether we allow in all those deluded morons who actively subverted the old order and defended their own displacement. My vote is “no.”
The only fault I found in the article is at the beginning and the statement that our land was stolen from us. It’s true that various forces lobbied intently for all the changes. But the sad truth is that, even as they presented the targets, old, wicked, stupid White men and women pulled the trigger. Definitely “NO!” We do not need such damned fools in the New America(s). They can live (and die) with their new friends they thought so cool and under their new flag. We can live free.
Happy summer 2021. The season technically rolled in yesterday, which was also Father’s Day. The multiple festivities came on the heels of the first official federal celebration of Juneteenth. The United States, very much like the late-stage Western Roman Empire before it, is awash in holidays. The unstoppable fracturing of the country might as well be viewed in terms of competing festivals.
Nearly 245 years ago, the original Americans broke free from the grip of an English King. Historically, the Posterity, those people descended from the nation’s founding stock, have celebrated the event as Independence Day, July Fourth. Concerning the day and much else, many things changed over the years, especially during the last fifty years. Posterity Americans shrank into a minority. Very soon, latter-day, make-do Americans will likewise become minorities in their own country. The really stupid ones join with the not-Americans in celebrating these facts.
Heritage America, what remains of it, may rightly take pride in the former independence enjoyed by so many generations of free, Christian Europeans in America. What remains. Former. The truth is, today, almost no vestige of independence in or from anything remains between Mexico and Canada. And anyone who dares to assert the great Western ideals of freedom and civility is roundly criticized, attacked, silenced, or marginalized.
To the unwashed, illiterate masses, the 4th of July has become just that – another day to loaf, gorge, imbibe, boast in hollow fashion, babble about faded fabrics and scraps of paper they don’t and can’t understand, and to watch colorful fireworks displays. Honestly, at this point, it’s just as well.
So it is that Independence Day, celebrated by different classes of people for different reasons, is still somewhat of a barometer measuring at least an image of a semblance of a shadow of once-mighty Columbia. Even now, the needle drops precipitously. Other celebrations, obscene but perhaps more appropriate, rise as the old nation falls.
Father’s Day, worthy in its own right, is yet one of many holidays semi-conjured and propped up by Madison Avenue. Selling greeting cards is harmless enough and dear old dad certainly enjoys the new socks. Yes, fathers promote this “patriarchal” idea of family and children, so… The Solstice is, historically speaking, very important; forever, it coincided with food production. Food, of course, now comes overpriced and under-nourishing from the grocery store. The activities of a few pagan heathens aside, the first day of summer is only another day to eat, drink, bloat, and enstupidate. Oh, I almost forgot: June 20th was also, thank you, United Nations, World Rapefugee Day. This is very important for the present collapse. Ask any retarded loser at FAUX News and they’ll tell you that we really, really, really need all the third-world problems we can get – just legally, please.
Some new holidays are more telling than others. Juneteenth is ostensibly the day that Africans in Amerika celebrate one of the dates that ended one form of slavery long, long ago. The fact that nobody had heard of this grandest of days until recently means nothing. Also, apparently meaningless is freedom itself, desegregation, civil rights, scores of trillions of dollars in reparations, a black(ish) president, and open season on Whites. Oddly, people not of Western origin don’t care at all about Western values like freedom and truth. They’re okay with electricity, air conditioning, and cheap booze – so long as someone else keeps it coming – but not so much with the concept of liberty coupled with attendant responsibility. So, when I saw, in jubilant photographs of Juneteenth celebrations, black males wearing “Free-ISH Since 1865” t-shirts, I understood. Enough will never be.
The négrophilie of the postmodern Amerikan idiot white liberal, a form of idolatry, helps explain the seeming acceptance of Juneteenth. It also goes a long way towards explaining the dismissal of crime rates, bastardy, drug use, intelligence differences, and cultural incompatibility. Acceptance = tolerance = evil. The time for addressing all of that was sometime between yesterday and 1865. Another ship sailed.
Lest I forget, though doubtless the reader can do without another reminder, June is sodomite appreciation month – a time to celebrate faggotry, goofy dress, disease, death, anal prolapses, and rampant child molestation. The fact that we dare host such a month and the fact that every Fortune Five Hundred vampire proudly changes its logo to suit the occasion indicates that what little remained of the USA fell through the floor of Gomorrah some time ago.
Whereas good and true Americans, along with fat, dumb wannabes cling to some vague notions from the Declaration of 1776 (fraught with Enlightenment trappings as it was), the wicked, the debased, the extremely stupid, and the post-1965 hordes embrace the primitive degeneracy of [current year]. It’s always that way.
Though it was technically preceded by the Trump and “Biden” State Departments, Evanston, Illinois emerged as the poster child of the new dichotomy. It’s interesting, as the city in the “Land of Lincoln,” is still nominally sixty percent Heritage American. I suppose those Whites are representative of the new normal – craven, cowardly, and awaiting the sweet rest of self-imposed doom. It is unsurprising that the city fathers (and, one knows, the city mothers) voted to dispense with Independence Day this year. They’ll probably need a break by July anyway, having spent June celebrating the “pride” of strange men in strange attire leering at and clutching children in the streets. Juneteenth got the full treatment too, though it is unclear if they cherished the end of one form of slavery or the beginning of another. Odds are, unless you happen to happily reside in the backwoods of Montana or West Virginia, something similar has happened nearer to you.
So, what’s to be done? At this very late hour, nothing. The falling pebbles have become an avalanche and we can only await the settling of the dust. As a survival tactic, it would be of wondrous assistance for Heritage Americans, if they won’t name their adversaries, to at least name themselves, to terminate the foolish and false allegiance to civic nationalism. Your author suspects that most are unwilling or unable to do that. That will be their costly mistake and we will be better off without them. If we hold the course and keep the Faith, then someday our children’s children will be able to have a new day of genuine Western pride, appreciation, and thanks. What a glorious day it will be.
Satan is waging war on children, and retard, wicked White Amerikan women are ever so glad to help him. AWFLs are Aweful! Stop pimping your children! Read the whole thing and then realize this is going on everywhere across the former America.
Raise mothers, not dog moms.
Raise women, not wine aunts.
Raise ladies, not cat ladies.
If you won’t do it for your girls, then please, for the love of God, do it for the boys! For they seek and do not find!
Care for an ominous peek into our future hellscape? CNN Business published a recent study that said “by 2030, 45% of working women aged 25 to 44 in the United States will be single, the largest share in history.”
Mission accomplished, America!
Girls gave up the engagement ring for the NuvaRing. If this continues unchecked, a generation of young women will ghost the Earth, leaving nothing behind but the felines.
If not for the children, then do it for the generation of cats who will otherwise be doomed to starve to death after some old spinster kicks off. For those of you with kids, don’t just abandon the “schools;” get out of the entire dead, luciferian culture.
The USSA is, of course, no longer a Christian country. It’s not even close.
A new study by longtime evangelical Christian researcher George Barna finds that 94% of Americans do not hold a biblical worldview.
The study found that the most common worldview among Americans (88%) might best be termed syncretism, said Barna, describing it as a “disparate, irreconcilable collection of beliefs and behaviors that define people’s lives.”
Barna’s American Worldview Inventory was conducted by the Cultural Research Center at Arizona Christian University, which Barna directs.
The 2021 edition is the first of its kind to measure seven prominent worldviews: biblical theism, secular humanism, postmodernism, moralistic therapeutic deism, nihilism, Eastern Mysticism and Marxism, along with its offshoot, critical race theory.
But Barna found that no single worldview was embraced by a significant percentage of Americans.
“Syncretism is a cut-and-paste approach to making sense of life,” he explained. “Rather than developing an internally consistent and philosophically coherent perspective, Americans embrace points of view or actions that feel comfortable or most convenient. Those beliefs and behaviors are often inconsistent, or even contradictory, but few Americans seemed troubled by that.”
Comfortable and convenient. Tolerant. Insouciant. Doomed. Elections and lawsuits will do nothing against the deserved Wrath of God.
An incredible speech by Solzhenitsyn, on-target even in 1983.
The West has yet to experience a Communist invasion; religion here remains free. But the West’s own historical evolution has been such that today it too is experiencing a drying up of religious consciousness. It too has witnessed racking schisms, bloody religious wars, and rancor, to say nothing of the tide of secularism that, from the late Middle Ages onward, has progressively inundated the West. This gradual sapping of strength from within is a threat to faith that is perhaps even more dangerous than any attempt to assault religion violently from without.
Imperceptibly, through decades of gradual erosion, the meaning of life in the West has ceased to be seen as anything more lofty than the “pursuit of happiness, “a goal that has even been solemnly guaranteed by constitutions. The concepts of good and evil have been ridiculed for several centuries; banished from common use, they have been replaced by political or class considerations of short lived value. It has become embarrassing to state that evil makes its home in the individual human heart before it enters a political system. Yet it is not considered shameful to make dally concessions to an integral evil. Judging by the continuing landslide of concessions made before the eyes of our very own generation, the West is ineluctably slipping toward the abyss. Western societies are losing more and more of their religious essence as they thoughtlessly yield up their younger generation to atheism. If a blasphemous film about Jesus is shown throughout the United States, reputedly one of the most religious countries in the world, or a major newspaper publishes a shameless caricature of the Virgin Mary, what further evidence of godlessness does one need? When external rights are completely unrestricted, why should one make an inner effort to restrain oneself from ignoble acts?
The whole thing is a must-read, as is the intro. And remember, he’s describing fading America almost 40 years ago.
PERRIN LOVETT 