In the wake of Donald Trump’s inauguration, there are few topics more pertinent to us Southerners and Ruralites than that of the Urbanite Question. Let us ignore the rehearsed and polished rhetoric of the leftist television pundit, the Jewish intellectual, and the smarmy, talented-tenth negro; rather, let us use this inauguration to take a glimpse at the true face and final destination of Urbanism. The Urbanites are sending their best to protest this election in the only way they know how- destruction of private property, cowardly assaults on private individuals, and wanton degeneracy. They are sending anarchists. They are sending faggots. They are sending cat ladies. They are sending imposters. And they are sending coprophiliac cuckolds (NSFW). That is what is arrayed against us- a coalition of the weak, the deformed, and the disabled. Third worlders, perverts, spoiled teenagers, and- as always- the eternal Jew.
If we were to pick an archetype for Urbanites it would be a disabled, mentally retarded, transgendered, multi-racial, angst-ridden teenager. This coalition of retarded, coffee colored deviants wants to literally erase you, and all history of you, from the ends of the earth, White man. This could possibly be somewhat amusing if they hadn’t been doing such a damn good job of it for the past fifty years.
Now, we do have Donald Trump in office, and he does offer us a chance to strike back at the Urbanite. If nothing else has been made clear from these protests (and the entire election), it is that the Urbanites do not like Trump. In fact, they utterly loathe him. Trump, while himself a product of the crown jewel of Urbanism, NYC, at the same time represents a grave danger to the urban elite. He is wise to them and he is not under their thumb like so many other politicians. Through voting for him, millions of working class and rural whites have displayed that they are sick and tired of the corruption and degeneracy of a few city-dwelling elites on the East and West coasts. This is a chance to begin turning the tide against the Urbanites. The kvetching as Trump, barely in office, begins slashing wasteful and anti-white government agencies and programs, such as the despicable National Endowment for the Arts, is beautiful.
Let’s be honest though. While Donald “Law and Order” Trump will be very likely to crack down on Urbanite criminals and wreck their beloved social programs, does anyone honestly think that this will be enough? What we, as a people, are currently experiencing could well be likened to the advanced stages of cancer. Trump will act as a medication to stave off death for a short time, but unless drastic measures are taken, the cancer will continue to consume us. The damage is too far gone for half-measures. Just as a cancerous tumor is physically removed from the body, so must the cancer of the Urbanite be physically removed from our society.
You might scoff at me and say that you don’t care what anyone does so long as it doesn’t effect you; it’s not worth going to war over. Well, I’m here to tell you that it does effect you. Maybe it would take having a drug-addicted “antifa” torch your car to jar you from your complacency. Maybe it would be having a forty year old, GRIDs ridden tranny using the same bathroom as your daughter. A pack of negros kicking in your door and killing your family in front of you perhaps? The nightmare scenarios are endless. Urbanites and their compulsive desire to dictate your very existence are not going to go away any time soon, and your ancestors went to war over far, far less.
So, white Ruralite, you are faced with a choice. Firstly, you can choose to do nothing, pass the buck to your children (if you even have any), and die in a nursing home staffed by third worlders, having lived a comfortable lie. Alternatively, you can utilize the election of Trump as short period of time to catch your breath, and then gird yourself for the coming war. Take back what is yours, be willing to fight for a future for your children, and, by God, don’t allow mentally handicapped, sexual deviants to dictate your life.
Si vis pacem, para bellum
CRUSH THE URBANITE!