One Day in Richmond

We shall make all, who have so made this possible, pay, one day, for what they have done to our once glorious shining father-city, my fellow Richmonders, Virginians and Dixians. We must never be afraid to prepare for that day and act on it it when it eventually comes, without showing fear, though it may be costly, and it most likely will, brothers, you must always stoically visualize a future where Richmond has been returned to her former glory.

Remember our predecessors, and our great paragons of honorable warlord-gentlemen culture-heroes who lead them, who tried to save us from this. They truly gave their lives for our stifled attempt at independence from the Judaic robber-baron Yankee empire in its infancy (freshly born burst as a parasite called “Lincolnite” upon the breast of its host: the host that was the now-zombified federation their grandfathers, as Virginians, founded and lead the so-called USA). So, it is now our natural-born duty to defend their memory and the memory of our near-dead culture, because of that damned empire of financiers, debt, McDonald’s, depleted Uranium rounds and drone strikes.

Shame on us, actually (let it torture you deep in your bones) for every old Victorian or Edwardian intricately architectured (once multi-generational) home in The Fan, for failing them ,that we see we have let VCU and it’s commie pinko faggot hipster hordes convert into panel ceiling offices for Frankfurt-school Marxist cultural studies departments or gutted and divided student apartments. Also any old-timey WHITE Church Hill, Barton Heights, or Highland Park ones of the same architecture completely bulldozed, to be replace with Brutalist Pomo bullshit for the hipsters to dwell in, because we let the uppity darkies turn it into a dilapidated collapsing ghetto, at the end of the 20th century, like Detroit. I know it does me, every time I see these once idyllic areas – only HALF a century ago, that my grandmother can still describe her family living in. Richmond was once the most truly Western architecturally advanced city on planet earth, around the turn of the century (look it up, if you don’t believe me). Hell, we had the first streetcar system on earth.

We must declare, loudly and proudly:

“NOT ONE LOT IN RICHMOND MORE WILL WE LET YOU STEAL FROM US; NOT THIS HOME-CITY WHICH OUR GRANDFATHERS LEFT FOR US ALL! MUCH LESS WILL WE LET YOU EVEN GET NEAR OUR GENERALS ANY LONGER! WE DRAW THE LINE HERE!”

We, obligated by nature and its author to do this while proving it, must take ever legal action imaginable to ensure that our ancestors are not disturbed, that the city is reclaimed and that our enemies slink back to the dark corners from whence they came! We must make them afraid to make attempts of our now bronzed and stone generals, cemeteries, and our only ever president, through our intimidating patrolling presence. Also, it is our responsibility to start forming patrolling squads of the ghettoized old collapsing glorious neighborhoods of Richmond at night, like our ancestors of old, in addition to starting a Dixian legal action center of true-hearted brother attorneys and local politicians. Make the once uppity afraid to act a fool (that includes Stoney and the city council).

Deo Vindice, but we must remember the ever-present creative one calls us to act, as he does through us, to help us avenge ourselves, not be idle men simply talking on the internet, or just through posters, or just through megaphones in public. We must come together.

-By Mikhaelangelos J.E.B. Stuart

Oh, I'm a good old Rebel, now that's just what I am;
For this "Fair Land of Freedom" I do not give a damn!
I'm glad I fit against it, I only wish we'd won,
And I don't want no pardon for anything I done.