The Black Swan

In the dissident community, we are always looking for that black swan, an event that will change the course of history, hopefully to our advantage. In the Bible, especially in the Old Testament, the word “evil” does not always denote wickedness, but often is used to describe historically altering events. They are more accurately defined as calamities, sometimes small and personal, but also larger and cataclysmic.

It’s haunting to look in the mirror and see a person that is unrecognizable from a confident and determined youth of 40 years ago. All my well laid plans were as a thousand-piece jigsaw puzzle, carefully and quickly assembled, resting peacefully on a newlywed’s coffee table. Then life happened, that’s what my wife and I call the joy that calamity brings, “it’s just life.” And, it takes many forms.

Children are, hopefully, a new couple’s first calamity, an expected disturbance that brings a little fear, wondering how you’re going to afford this blessing on a single income. There was never any doubt once our first son was born that momma was staying home. Once you accept that you are now responsible for a soul, everything changes. Calamity is now your new life, and as your family grows so does the unexpected, from late nights of illness, broken bones, stitches for little boys who have no fear, car accidents, and every imaginable aspect of “the joy of home ownership.” It’s frightening and beautiful.

Presently, I am setting in a doctor’s office as my bride of 40 years is having a test run that will hopefully eliminate the probability of a debilitating disease that could alter her vibrant life. Yet, through this calamity, we are hopeful. Already, a good and righteous Heavenly Father has given us a ray of hope that appears at first to be even worse than the original diagnosis, but may be a short setback to a more optimistic future.

That’s the beauty and awfulness of the black swan of calamity. You can see that beautiful bird from a distance as she floats ever so gently towards you. And although you know she brings danger, even destruction, you can’t look away. You are captivated, and if you look beyond yourself and into the eternal, you know these events bring hope of better days. History teaches us that pressing through until the end often brings great reward.

Currently, the citizens of the United States are watching that terribly beautiful black bird quickly meander up the Potomac. The end of four years of presidential posturing, from both sides, is coming to a climax. Already, the signs of an approaching cataclysmic event are upon us; Joe Biden’s demise, Kamala Harris’s ascendancy, and multiple assassination attempts on Donald Trump are charging the political atmosphere for something unlike anything I’ve seen since the Vietnam conflict. It’s like a Florida thunderstorm in the summer; it’s terrible and beautiful all at the same time.

Regardless of the outcome, the political landscape will be forever altered. Neither side will acquiesce to a defeat, and in that aftermath the black swan will spread her wings and take flight, and where she flies there will be calamity in the American Empire that has not been seen in sixty years, possibly a hundred and sixty. Brothers and sisters, our time to revive the fire of independence in the hearts of our people has come! And, God willing, we will rise like a phoenix!

Deo Vindice!

God save the South!