Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,
Last week an old friend confided to me that if Trump lost the election she didn’t feel that there would be any point to anything. There would be nothing left to hope for in this world. One person does not constitute an overwhelming majority opinion, but I attach great significance to anecdotal evidence. I’m sure my friend’s feelings are the feelings of many decent white folk who would like to feel there still might be a chance to live in a nation rather than a hell hole.
I fear for my friend and others like her if Trump loses. Born and bred in a democracy, the white grazers, who are my people, would never consider stepping outside of the chains of democracy and fighting liberalism undemocratically. They would never take gun, knife, bow, or sword in hand to strike out against the satanic fiends who run the government. For them democracy is destiny. Whatever cannot be done democratically cannot and should not be done. But should we acquiesce to the destruction of our people because the liberals and the colored barbarians vote for our destruction? Remember, legalized abortion came about through the democratic process. And white genocide has come upon us through the democratic process.
I think Donald Trump will win the popular vote among white males. But will he get enough white female votes to offset all the illegal aliens and dead people who will vote for Hillary? I hope so, but we can’t count on that. We must be prepared to use whatever means are necessary to preserve our people. And it will be necessary to fight, both spiritually and physically. This is not just a European American problem, it is a European problem. All over the world it is open season on white people. In Germany, France, Holland, Belgium, and Scandinavia the white grazers have said that they would rather see their women and children raped and murdered before they eyes than to be called racists. Why do white people have such a despicable fear of the racist label?
After all the excuses are made – 1) the churches have been preaching universalism for centuries, 2) the liberals will punish all those who deviate from liberalism, and 3) we must not oppose democracy – the startling, terrible fact remains: the Europeans do not love their own enough to fight for them. If they loved much, they would not be cowed by their local clergyman, by the liberal powers that be, or by the democratic process. They would fight. Is it possible to rekindle a dead ember and make it a blazing fire again? No, it is not. The European people have become, collectively, a dead ember. But they are human beings, are they not? Can’t we hope that they, unlike dead wood, can be enflamed with a passionate love for their people? It doesn’t seem very likely, does it? “Mustn’t be passionate, mustn’t be prejudiced,” is the constant refrain of the churchmen. “Whites are evil, the black is sacred,” is the holy litany of the churchmen and the secular liberals. And the bulk of the European people believe the churchmen and the liberals. All revolutions succeed when the ruling class starts to believe either all or part of the revolutionaries’ propaganda. Louis XVI looked on the French monarchy from a Utopian standpoint and found it wanting, so he was weak in defense of the monarchy. But did Louis look at his opponents and see them for what they were? No, he did not. He did not see that they were satanic fiends who had to be killed in order to stop the slaughter of millions in the present and tens of millions in the future. When the spirit is blighted by churchmen who seek to kill the passionate, bred-in-the-bone Christianity of the Europeans and exchange it for a satanic, intellectual pseudo-Christianity, the European becomes a walking dead man. “He did not die, but nothing of life remained.”
A Trump victory, a Le Pen victory, or a BNP victory will be meaningless if it does not come with a passionate, violent hatred for the liberal ruling class and the abominable negroid-Moslem hell that they have shoved down the throat of the white man. The few remaining decent white women fear for their safety, because they know white men won’t fight for them. And the white sluts proudly proclaim they would rather be raped than be racist. Our children have nothing to look forward to but death by drugs or death at the hands of the liberals’ beloved negroid-Moslem gods. This is the world the false Aslans have built. To speak of co-existing with the liberals who have built and sustain this world is a hideous blasphemy.
The modern Europeans’ quest to blend with and then be absorbed by the colored races is the logical consequence of intellectual Christianity. If you take the racial hearth fire out of the European’s existence, the hearth fire that enkindles all his passions for good or evil, you destroy the European’s soul. Intellectual Christianity is a return to pagan philosophy. It holds out the hope that a man can avoid the crucifixion by abstracting himself from existence. He does not need to overcome the tragedy of life by accepting his cross, he can circumvent tragedy by denying the cross and living life in the abstract. How can human beings bred under such a system, particularly Europeans who once saw a great light, ever be anything other than burned out embers?
“I begin to think,” said Estella, in a musing way, after another moment of calm wonder, “that I almost understand how this comes about. If you had brought up your adopted daughter wholly in the dark confinement of these rooms, and had never let her know that there was such a thing as the daylight by which she has never once seen your face—if you had done that, and then, for a purpose, had wanted her to understand the daylight and know all about it, you would have been disappointed and angry? ”
Miss Havisham, with her head in her hands, sat making a low moaning, and swaying herself on her chair, but gave no answer.
“Or,” said Estella, “—which is a nearer case—if you had taught her, from the dawn of her intelligence, with your utmost energy and might, that there was such a thing as daylight, but that it was made to be her enemy and destroyer, and she must always turn against it, for it had blighted you and would else blight her; —if you had done this, and then, for a purpose, had wanted her to take naturally to the daylight and she could not do it, you would have been disappointed and angry?”
Miss Havisham sat listening (or it seemed so, for I could not see her face), but still made no answer.
“So,” said Estella, “I must be taken as I have been made. The success is not mine, the failure is not mine, but the two together make me.”
–Great Expectations by Charles Dickens
Is there such a thing as daylight? The European no longer believes there is such a thing. The poets who have fought their way back to the light – a vision of the one true knight who overcame the darkness of this world through His divinely human charity – speak with one voice. Shakespeare speaks of the great lover who is “the grave where buried love doth live…” Dostoevsky tells us of the great lover who was rejected by the intellectual Christians, the Grand Inquisitors of Pharisaical Christianity. And C. S. Lewis, through Puddleglum, tells us of the Overworld, the world of passion and light that has been nearly blotted out of existence by the darkness of intellectual Christians determined to return to the darkness of paganism.
The white man cannot do it. He cannot return to paganism. If he tries to become one with the colored races he will become nothing. The colored heathens love their Egyptian night, but what of the European? Has he made a happy return to Babylon? If he has, then why are his children drug-soaked zombies and why does he want to be annihilated by the colored races? (1)
What do we know about the Man of Sorrows who once stood at the center of Western civilization? If we listen to the Gnostic men, the men who preside over their own mind-forged, sacred rites, we know nothing of Him. He can be made into anything the Gnostic men choose to make of Him. Pope Francis now tells us that He is like unto Allah, the mind-forged god of the Moslems. The Gnostic men can liken Christ to Allah because in their minds He is an evolving abstract God who can adapt Himself to their intellectual whims. But can the Man of Sorrows, “who is the grave where buried love doth live,” become reconciled to modern Gnosticism? No, He can’t. Nor can our people, the antique Europeans, be reconciled to modern Europe, which has no room for a flesh and blood Savior.
The liberals have entered the colored swine and are determined to go over the cliff. Those of us who have not lost the moral vision of that lost world of Christian Europe, a world more remote to modern Europeans than the fictional lost world of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, need to stand between the swine and the white grazers to stop the grazers from going off the cliff with the liberals and the colored swine. It all seems futile, but our Lord did not act according to what seems, so neither shall we. What else can we do? If we love much, we must cling to Him who is the grave where buried love doth live. All the drug-soaked crippled European children, crippled by the liberals’ hellish vision called ‘diversity,’ need to see a living sign of contradiction to liberalism. They need to see a non-diverse, undemocratic Europe.
The Europeans who see that vision need to be what their ancestors were – the Christ-bearers. Through Europe and in Europe – that is our hope. The Man of Sorrows dwells therein, the Savior who opened heaven’s gate for His people. +
(1) The betrayal of the white race, the hated of white pietas, was made possible by abstract, Gnostic niceness. An article written for children in a publication called Children’s Digest, an offshoot of Parents magazine, illustrates the great betrayal. In the October 1962 issue we find an article called, “The Test of Friendship.” The story tells of white settlers who let the Indians keep their child overnight to show the Indians they trusted them. Of course in the story the child comes back safe and sound, laden with gifts from her Indian brothers: “Here is your beautiful child. We have dressed her in our best clothes and have given her many gifts. But the best gift you have given us. It is proof that in your heart as well as on your lips you have friendship for your Indian brothers.” Isn’t that nice? The truth is not so nice – when the fiancé of Ethan Edwards’ niece in the movie The Searchers asks what the Indians did to his intended before they murdered her, Ethan says, “Don’t ever ask me, as long as you live, don’t ever ask me.” But such horrors are commonplace now. Pope John sanctified colored barbarianism when he showered “loving forgiveness” on the black savages who tortured and murdered his own nuns and priests.
First the intellectual Christians aborted the living God and replaced Him with an abstract God. Then they aborted the European people and replaced them with the savages of color. From those first two abortions came every evil under the sun – legalized abortion, legalized sodomy, and the creation of the kingdom of Satan on earth. Now the liberals want to elect Maleficent as President in order to ensure that there will be no difference between this earth and hell.