I wrote a light-hearted piece last week bemoaning the fake commandos at the 2A rally in Richmond. It got some positive feedback, and some negative. That’s all fine. My point was that larpers embarrass themselves and the broader message they’re trying to impart, while reason and masculinity do not.
Moreover, simply being a real man instills paranoia. This is because such men could be anywhere, exist in indeterminate quantity, and constitute a grave threat to the current societal demolition project. I don’t think you should be required to wear a polo and khakis. That was a joke. It’s generally what I wear to my local warzone/Walmart and people get scared thinking I’m in the FBI.
The dissident gatherings I’ve attended flew right under the radar because no outsider had any idea what they were looking at. That’s the advantage of not dressing up like you’re about to storm the Maginot Line or rappel out of a chopper into a terrorist compound. For some events, guys bring their wives and kids and everybody has a fun, family-friendly time. You (probably) won’t get yourself a wife attired as a dork.
Here’s a clip from my favorite mafia TV show, The Sopranos, that nicely dramatizes my sentiments on this matter. I’ve included a quick transcript:
Phil: You know, I didn’t come out here just to buy you a couple of sundaes.
Nephew: It’s a silo.
Phil: I don’t give a fuck what it is. What the hell is wrong with you? You look like a Puerto Rican whore. You make me sick.
Nephew: So? What’s it got to do with you?
Phil: Listen pally, you need to be rebellious. I raised kids, I get it.
Nephew: Good for you.
Phil: You want a smack, too? You ever think what this is doing to your mother? What she’s been through? How you’re upsetting her?
Nephew: She’s just embarrassed.
Phil: I’m gonna say this to you because you’re old enough to understand. Your family has had enough shame. You should set things right. You understand me?
Nephew: No
Phil: Jesus Christ! Be a man. Be the kind of man she needs. Strong, masculine. I said my peace. Finish that thing, there’s no eating in the car.
The majority of rightwing dissidents, and Identity Dixie in particular, are normal, reasonable individuals advocating for entirely reasonable and healthy objectives. I’m fairly confident that most of what I desire, for instance: Not slaughtering any more people abroad on behalf of Israel, restoring the social capital of our communities, having our heritage preserved and respected, not being turned into a minority, etc. would easily pass via referendum if people were offered the choice and feared no reprisals.
In other words, I don’t consider myself a revolutionary or a reactionary, just a rational man in an age gone completely mad and getting worse by the day. I’ve come to understand that the only ways forward are advocating for the truth and building community with the like-minded. Most of the guys I know feel the same way. This doesn’t require a costume.
I’m proud to officially announce my candidacy for the office of Dogcatcher.
A man who writes like this is a man who will break very easily under pressure.
You need to take the “I don’t care if I’m cool” pill, because you’re not, and never going to be.
(Also, fight me Reynolds!)
The most radical idea I hold is Southern Independence.
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I think back to the Confederate Summer of 2015. Thousands turned out all across Dixie to protest the removal of Confederate Monuments and symbols. They nearly all dressed in normal, summertime clothes.
Except for the “flagging” of President Obama in Oklahoma, by normally dressed protestors, the MSM hardly paid it any mind.
The fact that these people were quite normal in appearance, and acted like serious adults with legitimate concerns, probably was the single most significant factor in why they were ignored by the national(Northern) media.
However, these events had a significant impact on the Southern People. Particularly on those not normally predisposed to politics. Even now, people in my neck of the Texas woods are still flying their flags. They’ve even replaced the ones that have worn out from continuous use.
There is large scope for action on the part of Southern Nationalists. None of which requires costumes or ridiculous behaviours. It’s easy for us, since all we haf to do is convince the Southern People, not folks in Minnesota or Oregon.
The larpers and costumed creeps just provide grist for the enemy’s anti-Southern propaganda mill.
What’s a larper???
A larper is the sort who goes through life play-acting what they’d like to do without crossing into actually doing it. The pathology is a failure to mature similar to the Homo Americanus that lives to eat Disney/Marvel entertainment. They just don’t make the jump from boy to man.
While they profess dedication and put substantial effort into their costumes, outside of specific situations where they are told they can act out their favored flavor of role play… they just bide their time waiting for their “real life” to start. The larper might have lots of ideas and even professed passions, but for the failure to mature they rarely make the step from acting to action. They may be bald or balding, but they are still stuck in the mindset of playing rather than doing.
LARP stands for live action roleplay. Instead of playing wargames or Dungeons and Dragons with pewter figures on the table top, the “Larper” dresses up as a soldier of some kind, and plays war or D&D in the woods with toy weapons.
In other words, a Larper is a toy soldier or other play actor who’s not serious about real political action, or real military service, or real life.
Note: Not to be confused with historical reenactors.
Live Action Role Player – Refers to a gamer soi-boi. In the games there are also lots of Non-Playable Characters (NPC’s). https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Non-player_character
Friends –
With the contagious warnings of the coronavirus in the news….
Rarely does one encounter another individual, in this day and age,
who’s character is contagious.
The attached file sums up what it is to be that individual.
Robert E. Lee, his father, “Light Horse Harry” were men of this
character…as well as many others of those days.
For instance, Thomas “Stonewall” Jackson and Nathan Bedford Forest
were also cut from that same cloth, of what it means to be a man…
A Man of Honor.
Perhaps this is why those who’re in power, and positions of authority,
today, are mostly snivelling cowards and lackies. Who’ll cater towards
those who’ll benefit them, rather than those who’re they’re elected to serve.
I trust you’ll read the attached file.
And while doing so, consider where you stand.
One could only hope to be able to stand near Men such as those
mentioned earlier, but at the same time, we should do our best to try.
“The forbearing use of power does not only form a touchstone, but the manner in which an individual enjoys certain advantages over others is a test of a true gentleman.
The power which the strong have over the weak, the employer over the employed, the educated over the unlettered, the experienced over the confiding, even the clever over the silly-the forbearing or inoffensive use of all this power or authority, or a total abstinence from it when the case admits it, will show the gentleman in a plain light.
The gentleman does not needlessly and unnecessarily remind an offender of a wrong he may have committed against him. He cannot only forgive, he can forget; and he strives for that nobleness of self and mildness of character which impart sufficient strength to let the past be but the past.
A true man of honor feels humbled himself when he cannot help humbling others.”
~~Robert E. Lee
Lee’s Letter To His Son & The Year Was 1780
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There was a time when a Gentleman’s word was his bond. Honor was a demanding Mistress and ‘Death before Dishonor’ was more than just a lame ass tatoo. It was a way of life. People actually made that choice. To stand at Lexington and Concord; To ride against the Russian guns at Balaclava; to hold the works at Petersburg against Grant’s hordes . . . to refuse Islam, to face alone, the power of the King, people ‘did the right thing’. Some, a few now, still do choose the honorable way, regardless of cost.
Honor is personal. It is your conscience that drives you to return the found money, to not lie when you could, to leave your card on the damaged vehicle, whatever, it’s YOUR honor you serve. No great crowd rises in the stands to cheer your decision. None but you even know. But YOU do know.
And you know that you, personally, will never live down the wrong choice.
Have I made bad choices? For sure. Do I regret those bad choices? Every day. Can I change what’s done? Not really. Can I try to make it right? Yeah, to some extent. Do I? When I can. What if I can’t? Live with it.
What’s so bad about a lot of bad choices, is the collateral damage. Other people having to pay, and too often, pay a very high price, for my failure.
That’s the stuff of nightmares. Often times a snap decision will prove to be the wrong one . . . most of the time, that can’t be helped and that’s not what this is about. In battle, say, sending Yamello over to the right to get fire on the enemy from that side, gets him killed. It’s to his honor that he goes. OK, somebody had to try, and his luck ran out. That’s a shame but it’s not what this is about. When you have time to consider your motives, your intentions, your responsibility and you choose to go ahead, knowing it’s wrong, and dodge the consequences. You lie; you pretend not to know; you cover your ass, you hide from reality. That’s what this is about.
You lie, maybe about something unimportant to you. Lies, like bullets, cannot be recalled. Once you lie, you’re a liar. Period. Once people figure out you’re a liar, they’ll never trust you or believe you again. Your honor is gone. Say you ran over somebody’s dog. Just a dog, right? Wrong. You don’t
care about dogs, but other people do, and so, the ‘worth’ of that dog is not for you to measure. It is the loss to the his owner that matters. When asked, you lie. Not knowing half dozen people saw you hit the dog, you lie. Even if no one saw it, a lie is a lie, and a lie cannot be erased. Ever.
God knows.
Most people today don’t believe in God. Doesn’t matter if they do or not. God’s still out there and He knows His people. He has a plan for those non-believers. He doesn’t lose sleep over them. God laid down His rules for living His way. Follow them, or not. Your choice. You have that chance. Guess wrong and that chance is gone . . . poof . . . like dust in a sunbeam, gone. He is merciful, though, and so, you can change your mind. Never too late until it is too late. God demands honesty. You cannot bullshit God. He knows your heart, and pays little mind to what your mouth says.
God knows.
~~4Branch
May God Have Mercy On Our Republic,
Pastor Brooks