Southern Romantics & Transhumanist Tragedies

~ Alone he stands, and sore downcast, who loves with pious warmth the past. ~ Novalis

Our Lord has St. Paul warn of our enemy. We war not with flesh and blood, he says, but against the powers of the air; the rulers in the high places; in a word, and with little care for the protests of the systematicians – we battle against the destruction of humanity itself. A reversal of common whim, I know, but when all is said and done, it may turn out that Southerners are the last defense of humanity against the forces of genocide.

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Knights of the Right Stuff

“High spirits these lads had. They chronicled their adventures with a good creamy romanticism such as nobody in flying had treated themselves to since the days of Lufbury, Frank Luke, and Von Richthofen in the first World War…Like olden knights, the F-86 pilots ride up over North Korea to the Yalu river, the sun glinting off silver aircraft, contrails streaming behind as they challenge the numerically superior enemy to come on up and fight. Lances and plumes! I’m a knight! Come on up and fight! Why hold back? Knights of the right stuff!” ~ Tom Wolfe “The Right Stuff”

An ugly smell wafted through the streets of Marietta in the last weekend of January. A looming shadow approached. Mothers reigned in their toddlers, store owners eyed their shop fronts, and  arm-chair pets ceased their merry yelps…

The communists were coming; a hoard of chanting, government schooled, zombies. A tragedy of modernity, these once beautiful lads and lasses were captured by academia and had their consciences systematically burned away until all that remained were soulless transmutations: ANTIFA soldiers. Frothing at the mouth, spitting up vile profanities, and trained (like so many Pavlovian dogs) to hate all white men who still have souls. They marched the streets seeking their enemy; seeking the white ghosts rumored to be haunting a local conference venue. As they passed and their stench dispersed, the conquered folk of Dixie must have wondered at the horror of Reconstruction and prayed to God for relief.

Relief, such that it is, took the form of a band of gentlemen and scholars, congregated on a scenic porch across town, smoking cigars and chatting amiably about the successes of the recent year. Have you ever wondered, dear reader, what those  archetypical Southern gentlemen, sitting on those porches, sipping juleps, talk about? Ever wanted to hear their conversation? I was fortunate enough to be there – to be part of a small handful of the most notorious and passionate Southern nationalists left in Dixie. All the big names were present: Hunter Wallace, Michael Cushman, Musonius Rufus, and many others. That fortunate porch housed the virtual “who’s who” of the South. If any of the old spirit of Dixie remains – if any one is left to sing the Song of the South – it will be the men on that porch.

Musonius Rufus, the fiend behind the gathering, has a quiet, scholarly air about him. We stood off to the side, discussing Roman architecture and Southern philosophy. “Things aren’t looking good” I reminisced. “We’ve got these doxings, leading Southern churches are excommunicating us, and we’ve got ANTIFA licking at our boots.”

“Well…” he said…”…we’re not going to stop.”

Just like that, the courage, moxy, and damned-it-all-to-Hell charisma of our people, the “Right Stuff” attitude, was seen again in Georgia.

We wont stop.

Bring your cracker asses to the next Atlanta Forum.

You’ll be glad you did.

White Knightly News Update…

Is the proper response to feminism a rejection of Christendom’s sexual etiquette? When stated bluntly, it seems an obvious mistake. As if our best weapon against the feminists is granting them their feminism:

“Ah Ha! We’ve got you now! We’re going to give up old-fashioned notions of sexual norms and accept the morbid equality you’re clamoring for!”

This is a great tactic if you’re stuck in the woods with a feminist or if you’re thrown together in some other lawless situation. She’ll realize her mistake, throw off her feminism, and desperately try to make herself useful. What the self-righteous capitulator forgets, though, is that we’re governed by a demonic machine designed to foster the feminist’s sense of independence. Cut her loose from her male protector and she revels in the resulting pseudo-equality. It’s true, years later, she’ll be lonely and surrounded by cats, but that’s a punishment too distant for a teaching device.

That said, look at the girl in the picture. Is there anyone left who would “white knight” for ones such as that one? Since virtually the entire Alternative Right (therefore, all remaining sane men) have been influenced towards the capitulation response, I suppose the job is left to me. So pull out your swords and dust off your shields, readers. We’re about to do some white knighting…

A few initial points:

– I’m a Christian and if you’re not, you wont get anything out of this post. But also, if you’re not, you’ll be hard pressed to offer a serious morality with which to counter the evils of modernity. If you’re a materialist, for example, what does it matter that one sack of atoms forsakes the old mores of a deceased civilization? Feminism would be morally equivalent to waves washing away an old sandcastle. No right or wrong in a wave – it just is what it is.

– As a Christian, it couldn’t hurt me to look at Christ as an example. He, at least, decided to “white knight” for the entire human race, despite our being unworthy (John 3:16). If He found something to love in lowly humanity, we ought to at least think twice about the dyed-haired, pierced-and-tattood degenerate we see on college campuses. Despite their whorish costumes, these feminists are made in the image of God; moreover, as women, they reflect His beauty and cleverness. Giving them up to the devil is an insult to all our mothers and all our wives; it’s an insult to the beauty of femininity itself.

–  This raises an important issue, though it’s controversial among women everywhere, even those only marginally affected by feminism: women are, in a special sense, our property. Damn me to Hell for saying it, but God gave man dominion over the Earth, women included.

For our cringing female readers, I’ll note that women are a very special type of property. Our chivalrous ancestors gave you all an honored and protected status. Feminism, if it says anything, says you ought not have this honored and protected status. Instead, you ought to be re-categorized as equal participants in the dominion mandate; as co-laborers. This move, of course, makes “families” more like corporations of legal partners rather than sacred institutions. And, as we’ve seen, corporations can break up and rearrange as circumstances require.

By the way, all women know this deep down. The degenerate ones take advantage of it more often than the others. For example, a feminist recently tweeted that her sterilization surgery was a big “F-You” to all the white nationalists. She’s saying, essentially:

“Ha! I’m one of your women, but I’m neutering myself. This will hurt you because it hurts the whole race!”

Another example are the women who race mix. They’re keenly aware of who owns them, which is why they cast malicious glances at their fathers or at other white men when they lock lips with their chosen negro. They might not be able to put it in these words, but it’s a concept as old as time. When the savages come, they come for the women. There’s no better way to demoralize an enemy than by stealing and degrading the finer sex.

–  Which brings me to my final point. While I may only have a few practical words of advice for those unfortunate fathers, cousins, or men otherwise related to a feminist, the most important thing I’d urge them to keep in mind is that the devil is robbing us of our most precious possessions and we ought to be damned to the seventh level of Hell if we simply let them go, uncontested.

There. That’s the psychology of this white knight, at least.

I’ll be accused of all sorts of sexual depravity (“you just want to get laid; you want a feminist to have sex with you but she never will; you’re pathetic”)…etc. etc. ad infinitum. I know what you’re all thinking and I simply don’t care. I am a man, yes. I do want to get married and have sex. You got me. Insult all you’d like, I’m not moving on this issue. I love femininity itself, too much.

If there’s a way to save even one, I’ll find it…

…and I’ll let you all know when I do.