Dissident Poetry
Author: Identity Dixie Guest
O I'm a good old rebel, now that's just what I am. For this "fair land of freedom" I do not care at all. I'm glad I fit against it, I only wish we'd won, And I don't want no pardon for anything I done.
Remembrance of Beauty
Southern Poetry
Old Cries of Their Blood
In this benighted age, British is a negative identity, it’s a placeholder at best and a multi-cultural void at worst,
The Commonwealth’s Guard Problem
Does anyone really think they’ll crush their own neighbors?
Richard Jewell and Dixian Unity
A hero dragged through the mud.
The Origins of Woke Capitalism
Once marginal, over the past several years the idea that the left-wing lurch of society can be traced to big
The Irish Example
War is the greatest testament to the fallen state of man. I hate it. We begin wars due to our
Carnton Heroes
Last Saturday was the anniversary of the Battle of Franklin. Several years back, I walked the graveyard at Carnton Plantation.
Chick-fil-A and the Yankees
“Curses are like a young chicken: they always come home to roost.”
The Southern Prayer
We are men in service to God.