Tradition is important. Those of us in the Far Right of the political spectrum know this better than most, and we often have a great deal of rhetoric put forth honoring and promoting the maintenance of our traditions. An important tradition for Americans, but especially the South, is what I’ll call “Game Day”, and no, I don’t mean the modern debacle that consists of lonely middle aged men getting shit faced in bars or stuffing their faces on the couch at home, being more invested in “their” team than they are their own lives. What I’m talking about is the ability of sports to bring us together with our families, our communities, and more than that, to impress upon us the values of teamwork, responsibility and work ethic.
It is really no question that the venue of modern sports entertainment is incredibly pozzed. They openly celebrate thugs as players, they use the popularity of sports to market every kind of rot and perversion they can; every year the commercials on weekends grow bolder, more anti-white, more anti…us, really. It is less reflective of the games and those who partake in them and more reflective of the fact that we live in a materialistic, consumerist society that gets a dopamine rush from the prospect of shoveling more saturated crap into our mouths and pissing away more of our hard earned dollars on fruitless, often destructive, venues of “entertainment”.
Now, many would say, “But, sir, is this not what has become of the modern NFL? Or the MLB? Even college athletics?” Yes, yes, and yes, my friends. But, here’s the thing: unlike other shallow forms of entertainment, sports, no matter how much the ownership treats it like a brothel, retains positive aspects that cannot be taken away by any amount of LGBT Bud Light commercials or male cheerleaders. Those positive aspects are the virtues of competition and they take several forms, for the individual, and for the community.
First, let’s examine what athletics does for the individual. I participated in athletics in high school and the benefits were not imaginary. They keep you fit and strong, in a day and age where being overweight is common, where most people are as sedentary as possible. It never hurts to have something, somewhere, encouraging physical fitness, even if it’s indirect. Unless you’re a total soyboy, chances are you wouldn’t be comfortable being a lard ass on the couch, while Johnny Jockboy is winking at beautiful women on national television and having them pine over him. If you’re any sort of man at all, you’ll try to get yourself on Jockboy’s level; no one should be content with mediocrity.
Which is yet another lesson athletics has for the individual: anything, but your best is never good enough. Again, we live in a materialistic society where people want to do the least, give the least, essentially, be the least. Yet, in the world of competitive athletics, that is a literal non option. Either you give it your all and you are bathed in the glory of a hard won victory, or you come up just short, yet still worthy of respect and admiration for the effort and attempt. Or, you don’t try, you sit there apathetic and cynical, while life passes you by and you know nothing by an increasingly despondent and anti-social world view. Like the creature in the photo above, he’s simply an overweight spectator in life. He has no glory, but to be close to better men and worship them.
On that note, hyper individualism and anti-social behavior are part and parcel to our society. A remedy for this, is the reintroduction of sports as a social force, rather than just mindless entertainment. When I was young and participated in athletics, it was always hammered home how important it was that we were a team, rather than individuals. We worked together and won, or we tried to look good or cater to ourselves and lost. The more Clown World chips at us, the less institutions and activities we have to foster good and wholesome social activity. Participating in athletics, especially for youth, has a host of benefits and, generally speaking, no drawbacks – mind the demographics in your area though.
There’s no reason to counter-signal it unless you actively champion anti-social lethargy; in which case, kudos to you, sir, surely your fashy victory is at hand with your latest counter-signal of Fun & Normal (a derivative brand of White & Normal). So, to summarize, athletics for the individual promotes health on physical, emotional and mental levels. It brings young people together and forces them to work together for a common goal, something we need more of in an increasingly atomized world.
The individual benefits of athletic competition however, are more or less pretty easy to discern. What many in the Far Right seem to miss from my observations, is just how beneficial and relevant sports are to our communities, from the nuclear family to entire states. On a typical Saturday or Sunday in my youth, I could expect at least a few hours of my family altogether and enjoying each other’s company and the shared bond of rooting for the same team. After a hectic and busy week, it was a great way to relax, unwind and share the company of those closest and dearest.
There are other activities one could partake in to have this, but really that’s neither here nor there, as I’ve always found it best to leave people their hobbies; liberty of choice and the pursuit of happiness is a gift of our forefathers, after all. But, beyond what it brings to the nuclear family, there has always been a great deal of esteem and good feeling for the local squad of boys bringing home a championship. It is a frequently used setting for the popular underdog story so beloved by the Southern psyche. Critics and naysayers be damned, to see hundreds, even thousands of people in a relatively local area come together in a shared allegiance is inspiring.
I wonder if those who so loudly rail against “sportsball” simply due so out of spite and envy, out of anti-social tendencies or remnant bad feelings from some youthful experience. Images of thousands of fans flying the confederate battle flag in unison at an Ole Miss game will strike a chord with Southerners more than any esoteric vaporwave of the Nuremberg Rally. A family gathering at home or a tailgate party means more to most of our people than some faux nostalgic images of a faded hypothetical yesteryear. Ultimately, Southerners are athletic and competitive by nature, and American athletics are our birthright.
What I propose is simple: Reclamation.
“Retake Everything” applies to more than just political structures and physical landscapes – *Everything*. Athletics has been from the bronze age, a test of skill and ability for Western Civilization. I am not about to surrender something dear to me and my civilization simply because it has become infested with consumerism and shitlibbery; in fact, were this the case, one would think it prudent to abandon any sort of cultural revolution period, let alone political.
Forming our own athletic programs is a start. We shouldn’t deny our boys the chance to play our pastimes because the cultural Left has hijacked them and taken them hostage, I do not accept such a dismal verdict and neither should you. If I can’t have a South where I can sing the Aggie War Hymn, while watching LSU’s pussy cats get pounded, then that’s not a South that’s genuine to me. If we’re ever going to take back our culture, we need to actually take it back.
All of it.
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.