A Long Story

Shreveport, Louisiana is trying its best to become the most degraded city in the country. It mainly consist of enclaves of  uptown whites surrounded extremely closely by the ever growing ghetto. This ghetto is itself surrounded by rednecks, who were pushed out of the working class neighborhoods that their grandparents built. It’s not a very diverse city and its three tiered demography largely mirrors the Old South. Although, the city likes to think of itself as culturally relevant (they were actually calling themselves “Hollywood South” a few years ago), the rest of the country justly places it into the group of other moribund, Southern cities spread across Dixie. What Shreveport really specializes in though is racial and ethnic angst.

The uptown, pretend aristocracy, is largely ethnic carpetbaggers married to the descendants of the city fathers and ladened with copious amounts of white guilt. They hate the rednecks, who are blissfully unaware that their Anglo-Borderer ethnicity is more “pure” Southern and distinct from the faux aristocracy. However, they are engaged in the futile task of trying to move up into their world. Although, they have been completely removed from any voting power in the city, the rednecks loyally drive in from the outskirts every morning in order to keep the city’s infrastructure going. They’re mostly harmless, as long as you give them sports to watch on the weekends and hunting privileges. But, once redpilled – not so much. Besides the post-war Germans, Southern boys have been the subject of the most virulent form of ethnic identity removal and self-hate indoctrination imposed upon any Western nation in the last century.

I knew being in the service industry and being a redneck myself, you have to play this stupid game of deference with the false aristocracy. They will purposely put themselves in a position where you have to speak to them about whatever issue they’re having and, in turn, they’ll pretend that it’s three centuries ago. They consider speaking to you as practically slumming. However, Mr. Long was different. Sure, he lived in and amongst the pretenders, but his speech, ways, mannerisms, and affable personality all said “Authentic Southerner.” He was old and rich. Given the ongoing problems with his property, I found myself at his house several times over the course of a few years. He was approachable and reminded me of the men that I admired most. He loved to show off the swag that he had gotten from a company that he worked for. That company: Standard Oil.

When talking about the men that I admired most, most of them came from rural, northwest Louisiana and that’s where Mr. Long’s father was from. Huey P. Long was a Southern strongman who spoke the language of my people. I won’t give you his biography here. I’ll refer you to Rebel Yell’s podcast #329 for that. No, instead I want to share the feelings of loyalty that my people held for a man who simply just noticed them.

Anglo-Louisianans are the red-headed step children of the state and, much like Florida, the more north you go, the more Anglo your are, ethnically speaking. Huey P. Long was one of us. “God loves the poor the most. That’s why he created so many of us.” “Honey, the Democrats are for the poor.” “When Huey P. Long got off that train in town he told those merchants ‘If you don’t vote for me I’ll wipe you off the map.’”  These were the mantras of my people.

The history books cynically say that Governor Long must have had a photographic memory because he could remember some obscure, redneck farmer’s name that he met over a year ago on the campaign trail. They can’t imagine that someone with power wouldn’t view that man as obscure in the first place. None of my people cared if Governor Long was stuffing his pockets full of cash, disregarding arbitrary laws that kept the establishment in power, or making Carpet Bagger Corp. hire his son. He had our enemies scared and that’s what mattered. “Every Man a King,” of course was Governor Long’s rally cry. Nobody thought that they would be a king. It was more like: “ Why just be a poor dirt farmer when you can be a poor dirt farmer AND watch Huey kick their asses.”

As I write this, many in the Dissident Right are going crazy over an Asian, 2020 presidential candidate named Yang because he referenced white men by name without calling for their annihilation. Something Donald Trump hasn’t done and something that is having more and more potential to be politically game changing every day. This puts us in a terrible position.

Like the ugly girl who gets no attention, many in the Dissident Right are ready to put out just because someone says our name. It’s a problem with democracy today. Your vote didn’t cost you anything, so it’s easy to give away. Governor Long was one of us, but he was playing the democratic game and asked for nothing more of his followers than one vote. Hell, his brother gave my grandpa a $20 bill to vote for him.

We will know who our leader really is because he will be the one who will ask us for the greatest sacrifice of our lives. He will demand that we put skin in the game. Both his and our destinies will be one. He won’t just take a cheap vote and then move on. As a Southerner, he will put Christ first, his family second, and you third. And, will ask us to do the same.

You are Dixie and Dixie is a Christian Nation.

Don’t whore yourself out for a vote.

-By JD


  1. “Shreveport, Louisiana is trying its best to become the most degraded city in the country.”

    I’d be more inclined to nominate Asheville, NC for that title.

    The level of debauchery and pure evil that is exhibited in that once-fair town warrants its total destruction. It’s likely that Abraham himself couldn’t find ten righteous souls there to save it from skyfire.

    1. Asheville seems like a pretty shitty place to live alright, but according to Neighborhood Scout’s latest statistics on both cities, Asheville, NC cannot yet compete with Shreveport, LA for one’s chances of being a victim of violent (1 in 156 vs 1 in 104) or property (1 in 22 vs 1 in 18) crime. Also, both cities have a ways to go to compete with the “big boys” – Shreveport makes a poor showing on the same site’s list of 100 Most Dangerous Cities in America at an embarrassing #81; whereas Asheville doesn’t even crack the list. What’s up with that?! I guess the residents of Asheville are just going to have to try harder.

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      1. I don’t think it especially necessary at a place like ID to explain this, but please bear with me in any case since I have other interests I am attending to.

        When we (the three of us in this case) say the things we do of the cities or towns in question, we say them because we care deeply about the fate of such places! This issue is where me and the Yankee get extremely crossways, with no chance in hell of anykind of reconciliation between us. Whereas Mr. Yankee halfwit is quick to point out how “backwards,” “hate-filled” and “racist” my Southron “hillbilly” brethren are, he is not so quick to point out how that he has shielded himself from the much greater propensity of POCs to crime, violent and otherwise. He loves to point to the poverty in the South, but fails to link it with the prevalence of POCs in the South he and his forbears worked so hard to make “equal” with their betters. This is one of the main reasons I detest the Yankee; he is a bottom feeder of the worst sort.

      2. Asheville is very white. You’ve got drag queen shows and gay hippies from California. Violence would be preferable.

  2. Good point, Rogerunited. I was in Boston and and Portland, Maine some years back, and quickly noted this very tendency. That it has made its way South of Mason-Dixon.is.what bothers me most. This is *not* the propensity of Southron, but of immoral interlopers.

  3. Huey, undoubtedly the state’s most notorious politician, did more for the people of Louisiana during his time than any governor since and for that he’s lambasted in textbooks as a dictator who refused to abide by the rules of establishment decorum and bureaucracy. He was a man of action and results, an entity wholly contrary to the sort of spineless pencil pushers which currently plague us. I’m unsure if a man such as him will come along anytime soon to once again lift up our people and make them truly proud to live in our beautiful state, but a man can hope. Either way we shall survive, as we’ve seen hardship and collapse before – except this time we’ll be doing the reconstructing.

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