These days, one could argue, are the most difficult time to be a unreconstructed Southron. As much as I have a hard time arguing against that charge, allow me, as an older gentleman, interested in the Alt-Right to offer a little hope. I grew up in rural town an hour outside of Charlotte, North Carolina. As a child of the 80’s, I got to enjoy what was left of late 70’s embrace of (((southern culture))). I parenthesize this because I’m speaking of of pop-culture of course. Burt Reynolds had torn off a half dozen or so movies based in the South. Charlie Daniels and Hank Jr. were being played in every other car. The General Lee flew over gullies in an unbelievably dry area of Georgia. It seemed it was okay to claim some sort of Southern heritage. Then it all ended.
As someone who has been intermittently politically active for over a decade, there are a few things I can attest to: activism is often pointless, always thankless, and even when you win, later on you’ll realize you actually lost. Politics in the modern American sense are a sham to convince the citizen that it is in their best interest to concede their defining values in exchange for a false sense of security and prosperity. The modern man in America, yea even unto Dixie, has acceded to passivity and self-indulgence. We’ve forgotten the legacy of our fathers who were willing to endure unimaginable risks, even death, rather than to give into a hostile foreign power hellbent on reconstruction and assimilation.