While I was absent

Over much of the last year I was taking a hiatus from blogging, as some out there know. Some people asked me why I absented myself, and I suppose some will also ask why I am resuming blogging. I suppose it’s because I can’t not blog, seeing what is going on in the world. This is in a sense a catharsis for me, and yet it is not always rewarding: more often it’s frustrating and exasperating. By nature I am something of a contrarian and a maverick, not being easily swayed by popular opinion or the crowd. So I feel out of step with the consensus. Still I feel a compulsion to put my thoughts out there, whether they are accepted or rejected or just ignored.

For some months after I stopped blogging I avoided all politically-oriented web sites, and followed the news only through Roku and word-of-mouth from people around me. Sometimes I get so fed up with the news cycle and the depressing nature of the events of the day — and the indifference of the jaded masses. It seems at times as though all is lost, and there are certainly plenty of people on our side who are doomsayers. Despite what some see as ‘negativity’ on my part I am an irrepressible optimist. Bad as things may be, I have a certain serenity that it will all work out in the end.

So have I changed my views since taking my long break? How do I ‘fit in’ to this ”Dark Enlightenment” or ‘Neo-reaction” group? Maybe I don’t. Maybe I can’t fit the existing categories, and I don’t mind that. If pressed, I would probably say I am a reactionary and an ethnonationalist/ethnopatriot. I believe that those of us who have colonial-era ancestry constitute a distinct people. Now it’s the fashion to adopt the leftist trope that ‘we are a mongrel people with no culture or heritage.’ I reject that idea and it comes straight from leftist propaganda. The ‘new America’, the ”fundamentally transformed America” may indeed fit that description but not the America into which I was born. That’s the ‘America’ that I call the changeling America, the impostor America. Don’t be confused by the propaganda; the old America still lives as long as there are still ‘old Americans’, and I don’t just mean those who are chronologically old, but people who were born into the old America and who grew up in it, who still remember it and carry it within.

Some Mexican official made a boasting statement a few years ago, to the effect that ”where there are Mexicans, there is Mexico.” Well, there are probably several millions more Mexicans here than when he made that statement, and sadly, too much of our country is in fact part of Mexico, if not yet by law.

But where there are old Americans, there is old America.
Some of my Southron brothers and sisters might wonder why I still harbor affection for this country and its real people. They believe the North is beyond redemption, and sadly much of it may be. But the same might be said of our beloved South, including Texas. Think of this: Nashville, home of that most American of music forms, country music, is now colonized by Kurds, with the largest Kurdish ”community” outside Iraq. There are now Third World colonies in parts of the South that never saw much immigration since my Jamestown ancestors settled there. Think of that. The South is also less Southern since the influx of so many outlanders.

We’re in dire straits, no doubt, but where there are true Southrons, the South lives on.
The people make the nation. And we’re not finished yet. God will have the last word about that.
Not the drunk-with-power globalists and the leftist lunatics.

And again, as I always say, a majority never drives important change. The inert ‘majority’ never leads the way; they look to be led by a dedicated and focused few, the ‘remnant’ which holds out against the siege.
A few people generally make history. Will it be the people who are manically remaking our world to their liking? Only if the remnant succumbs to fatalism.

‘Rick Santorum vindicated’

Rick Santorum is vindicated, ust as we knew he would be. When I say ‘we’ I mean anyone with common sense, of course.

It’s obvious that the whole “Hegelian dialectic” is at work here, with extreme ideas being introduced, and the public being purposely desensitized by the ensuing ”debate” over some radical new social innovation.

The “sexual revolution” was just that, a revolution, an overturning of the established moral and social order. At first it was just ”whatever a consenting adult male and female couple choose to do, behind closed doors” should be acceptable to all ‘sophisticated people’. And nobody wanted to be unsophisticated; nobody wanted to be a prude or an old fogy. Nobody wanted to be judgmental. So we accepted premarital and extramarital sex among adults. Sexual morality loosened, and sex was becoming much more explicit in our movies and TV shows, and in the real world.

Soon the “psychology community” was working towards destigmatizing homosexuality, by removing it from the manual of psychiatric illnesses or ‘disorders.’

A few decades later, we have homosexual ”marriage”, known as ‘marriage equality.’ Oh, it’s so clever the way the left comes up with these benign and positive-sounding phrases. Nobody wants to deny ‘marriage equality’ to anyone, right? Who could be against equality? We’ve made a fetish of it since the Civil Rights Revolution. All men and women are created equal and all that.

On and on it goes. When Rick Santorum made his predictions about how the left would not stop at homosexual rights, but would go on to normalizing more perversions, the left jeered, and so did the liberals on the Republican side. But it was obvious he was right. Those who scoffed owe him an apology.
But it’s cold comfort being ”right” about something so disastrous, morally and socially.


I know it’s all out of style to look back on our history in a respectful way; cynicism is the order of the day, and somewhat understandably so, much as I hate to admit it.

But here is William Bradford, the Pilgrim leader, writing of the early days of the Plymouth colony:

“What could now sustain them but ye spirite of God and his grace? May not and ought not the children of these fathers rightly say: “Our fathers were Englishmen which came over this great ocean and were ready to perish in this wilderness; (Deut. 26: 5,7) but they cried unto ye Lord, and he heard their voyce, and looked on their adversitie, etc. Let them therefore praise ye Lord,  because he is good, and his mercies endure forever (107 Psalm v. 1,2,4,5,8).” Yea, let them which have been redeemed of the Lord show how he hath delivered them from ye hand of ye oppressour. When they wandered in ye desert wilderness, out of ye way,  and found no citie to dwell in, both hungrie and thirstie, their sowle was overwhelmed in them. Let them confess before ye Lord his loving kindness and his wonderfull works before ye sons of men…”

Yes, our forefathers, my forefathers, the men who began the colonies, were Englishmen, and Christians. And Puritans — a triple-whammy in today’s culture. All those things, Englishness, Christianity, and Puritanism, are now out of repute. Could these colonists ever have envisioned such a state of things, and could they have imagined their progeny being surrounded by strangers, often hostile strangers, in the country they founded?

It’s a blessing that we can’t see into the future sometimes. I feel certain they might not have bothered, might not have endured the great hardships and dangers: hostile natives, diseases, starvation, climatic extremes, wild animals — just so that the whole experiment would end in failure four centuries later. But what was their alternative? To have stayed at home in England and endured religious persecution and religious warfare? Some of these men and women had recent ancestors who had been killed in the religious wars. They wanted, above all, their freedom to worship as God commanded, without fear of interference by government and the state-sponsored church.

Somehow though I think they would have endured what they did for that very freedom, the freedom to worship God as prescribed by their consciences. If only more of us had the courage of our own convictions. If only more Americans had convictions for which they are willing to take a stand.

And they gave thanks even in the midst of their perils. So should we also. Despite the perils we face, God has blessed us greatly heretofore, and for the blessings we still possess, we have reason to return thanks to our God, and to petition him to deliver us from the oppressors in our time.

Whither America, in 2014?

I started blogging back in 2006 amid talk of amnesty for the millions of illegal aliens, and the question which was obvious back then was ‘what is an American, in this day of  mass movement of peoples to our country? If anyone can be an American just by being on our territory, then is there such a thing as an ‘American’, or is it an obsolete term?

Today, with the amnesty becoming fact, and more ‘teeming millions’ on our soil, many of us now say it’s too late for America; America is an obsolete idea, and in fact, as America was only ever an ‘idea’, an abstraction, a proposition nation, then there is no longer any distinct creature called an American.

Be that as it may, we are still here, we of the ‘old America’, the one now declared obsolete. What are we then? What does it mean to be children of the ‘old America’? Are we people without a country? Aliens in our own birthright country? Obsolescent and displaced people?

If it’s too late for America and for us, then this blog will be useless. But being the stubborn optimist that I am, I hope to discuss all this and much more, if there is anyone there to read this blog.