Rhetorical Rehabilitation of the Rebel Spirit 

I know you’ve heard this propaganda before. Every Southerner has read, heard, (or even themselves stated) a variation of this trope:

Northern culture has steadily progressed 20 years ahead of the South.

The implication here, which in a sense is true, is that every cultural shift in the last couple of centuries has been stimulated by agitators and radicals in Northern states.

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The Churchian’s Contextomy Against The Alt-Right

Perhaps nowhere else in the West exists a Christian tradition as deeply rooted as that of Dixie (or the Southern people). Dominated by Protestantism in rural areas and peppered with Catholicism in urban areas like New Orleans, we still find community bonds and moral guidance through the cultural legacies of our religious heritage. I truly value this sense of brotherhood that Christianity provides Southern people.

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No Surrender to the Syrian Snafu

The blackpill. Most seasoned readers will understand that phrase, but for those who aren’t initiated in the jargon of the Alt-Right (or Alt-South) movement, it means that we have to swallow some bitter medicine.

We said all along that we understood Trump was not /ourguy/. He was simply a tourniquet to stop the bleeding and a vehicle to open the national dialogue in our favor. Certainly we have come a long way. We can still credit Trump for helping to cement our movement of ideas and a springboard for recruiting. But in the wake of the Syrian missile strike (and now talks of regime change) we can no longer depend on him for anything that he promised during his campaign.

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Dixie and The Friends of Ezra: Adapting the Lessons of Italy’s CasaPound to The South

As with many things, the word is it all began in a bar in Rome.

The pub was one of those well-worn places with stickers and memorabilia hanging from the walls. In the Nineties, punk bands came through, played loud, and the crowds would raise hell. One day, a handful of Italian friends came in, sat down, and put their heads together. Rome had housing problems and no one was doing anything about it. Something had to be done. But what? How?

In 2003, talk became action, and with the squatting “occupation” of Via Napoleone III, CasaPound Italia was officially born.

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