Now if ye be ready that at what time ye hear the sound of the cornet, flute, harp, sackbut, psaltery, and dulcimer, and all kinds of musick, ye fall down and worship the image which I have made; well: but if ye worship not, ye shall be cast the same hour into the midst of a burning fiery furnace; and who is that God that shall deliver you out of my hands? Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, answered and said to the king, O Nebuchadnezzar, we are not careful to answer thee in this matter. If it be so, our God whom we serve is able to deliver us from the burning fiery furnace, and he will deliver us out of thine hand, O king. But if not, be it known unto thee, O king, that we will not serve thy gods, nor worship the golden image which thou hast set up. Then was Nebuchadnezzar full of fury, and the form of his visage was changed against Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego: therefore he spake, and commanded that they should heat the furnace one seven times more than it was wont to be heated. –Daniel 3: 15-19
How must we feel, if the pride and flower of the English Nobility and Gentry, who might escape the pestilential clime, and the devouring sword, should, if taken prisoners, be delivered over as rebel subjects, to be condemned as rebels, as traitors, as the vilest of all criminals, by tribunals formed of Maroon negro slaves, covered over with the blood of their masters, who were made free and organized into judges, for their robberies and murders? -Burke, Letters on a Regicide Peace
One of my all-time favorite movies is A Miracle on 34th Street (1947), and my favorite television show is Leave it to Beaver (1957–1963). I love the movie and the show because they are both wonderful representations of the ‘Christian fumes’ culture of the middle half of the 20th century. They portray people who still behave according to that charity of honor practiced by our Lord when He walked this earth. But, alas, I realize when viewing the movie and the television show, that the fumes of Christianity are not going to sustain me in the war against the liberals. The Achilles heel in the ‘Christian fumes’ culture is quite evident in Miracle on 34th Street and in Leave It to Beaver. In the movie, Kris Kringle is only against amateur psychologists trying to practice psychotherapy, he is not against the scientific dissection of man and God so long as it is practiced by a licensed psychologist. And we hear much about the spirit of Christmas in the movie, but nothing about the Babe in the Manger, who is the reason for Christmas. Likewise, in Leave it to Beaver, Ward and June are wonderful parents – they have a Christian ethos – but they are moderate liberals, with a Norman Rockwell view of God as the benevolent Father of American democracy who stays in the background while Americans march ever onward to… I prefer the worlds of Miracle on 34th Street and Leave It to Beaver to our modern world, but the fumes’ culture, once it has been destroyed, cannot be resurrected any more than the burnt-out coals of a charcoal fire can be turned into a raging fire again. We must go back to the live coals that started the original fire.
There is so much for us to learn from the story of Prometheus, who stole fire from the gods of Greece and gave it to men, because he had compassion for them. We all know his punishment – he was tied to a rock where eagles pecked at his entrails. Is that story a presentiment, through a glass darkly, of our redemption through Jesus Christ? The true fire was not an actual fire, it was the fire in our hearts that was ignited by Christ’s bold act of divine charity. When the divine heart makes such a sacrifice, how can human hearts fail to respond? Our people did respond to Christ’s loving embrace, and the evidence of that response is contained in our history, not the history told by statisticians, but our history as told by the European bards. If you read that story with the inner eye of the heart, you will see something of “great constancy; but how so ever, strange and admirable.”
I feel myself to be part of a long line of people who were constant and unyielding in their love of Him who died on the cross. I don’t see how we can part from those people and still be connected to the God who comes to human hearts. Obviously, the modern Europeans think I am wrong. The churchmen tell me that I must not feel connected to a particular people who loved much, they claim that I need only be connected, through their minds, to an abstract God who does not impart to human hearts, He only imparts to an elect group of human minds. And the secular counterparts of the churchmen tell me that the culture of those dear old folks of long ago was racist, sexist, and homophobic and that I need to be, I must be — or they will destroy me — connected to the culture of the true god, the sacred negro. And that is what is at the heart of all the political and ecclesiastical wars of the latter part of the 20th century and the 21st century. Now that even the fumes of a Christian culture have died out, will there be any Europeans who will fight to go back, not to the ‘Christian fumes’ culture of Miracle on 34th Street and Leave It to Beaver but to the culture of the antique Europeans? It doesn’t seem likely. But then it didn’t seem likely back then, in ancient times, that the European people would see beauty on the cross and embrace that cross. But they did.
There was a man who lived up the street from me in the town where I grew up, who was an alcoholic. He was a sad case, because he left behind a wife and five kids when he died prematurely of liver cancer. When he was given less than a month to live, he kept planning vacations and other activities that he envisioned taking place many, many months after his date with death. Everything was business as usual in Mr. ______’s mind, not because, “I’ve got to keep going right to the end,” but because he didn’t even want to consider his death. The conservatives have taken the same stance vis-à-vis reality as my neighbor of long ago. They spent a year prior to the presidential election urging Americans to vote against the liberals’ agenda by voting for Donald Trump. And the majority of Americans did just that; they voted for Donald Trump. But the liberals, following in the footsteps of Joseph Stalin who said, “It doesn’t matter how many people vote, only who counts them,” nullified the election of Donald Trump. What should be the reaction of the conservatives who urged us to vote our troubles away? They should tell us we should give up on the democratic process and look to such exemplars as Alfred the Great and Nathan Bedford Forrest. But of course, the conservative sons of Martha did not tell us to rise and ride. Instead they told us to sit tight and vote Republican. “Fifty-one percent of the American people are against LGBQTA, and sixty-one percent are against transgender bathrooms,” the conservatives intone. “So vote Republican and all will be well.” All will not be well if we vote Republican. The only Republicans that can be elected are Republicans that do not challenge the status quo of liberalism. If any Republican shows himself to have a genuine desire to return to the fumes of a Christian culture – to combine Christianity with liberalism – they will be cast out of the political arena. The democratic way is the demon-cratic way; it must be discarded.
I only just learned – mea culpa, mea culpa, I did not do proper homage — that this past month has been LGBQTA month. All of our major institutions have celebrated the beautiful wonder and magnificence of sexual perversion. In one of the two instances in the Old Testament in which God came down in person to condemn and warn mankind of their sins (the tower of Babylon was the other instance), He came down to earth to condemn the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah. What do we think of a civilization that institutionalizes and lauds the depravities of Sodom and Gomorrah? Do we think that we can dialog with the rulers of that civilization? Do we think that we can form a community with the citizens of that anti-civilization who support such practices? What are the conservatives trying to conserve? Why do they bid us seek redemption from the devil through the demon-cratic process? Is it because they do not believe there is a devil who prowls about the world seeking the ruin of souls? If that is the case, then we must conclude they also do not believe in the devil’s antagonist who does not prowl about the world seeking our ruin but who asks us to let Him into our hearts so that He can impart to us that charity of honor, which is more than a match for the wickedness and snares of the devil.
Let us be clear about the linchpin of the liberals’ theocracy. It is the sacred negro. He is their savior, to whom they look to uphold all the evils that stem from their black mystery religion. Legalized abortion, legalized sodomy, feminism, transgenderism, and the systematic destruction of the white race are made possible through and in the worship of the sacred negro. And it has now become so blatant that a white European has to be in a moral coma, he has to be a mesmerized devotee of the sacred negro not to see the soul-killing satanic essence of the liberals’ faith. Witness the reverent call for silent devotion to the infamous George Floyd in the Senate, witness the call for prayers for Jacob Blake by the great ‘conservative’ Mike Pence at the Republican Convention, and watch the faithful, the white faithful, gather around the gigantic statue of George Floyd in Newark, New Jersey. Is such a religion worthy of our support? Can we bow to the sacred negro and still call ourselves Christians? Can we call ourselves human beings? No, we can’t, because no pagan has ever stooped as low as the European who bends his knee to the sacred negro. It is all or nothing for the white European. Either he will be a European, a Dream of the Rood Christian, or he will be the lowest form of life, he will be a liberal.
To be a liberal or not to be a liberal is the great question. The whites who voted for Trump are not all of the same ilk, they voted for him for a variety of reasons, but they all were dissatisfied with some aspects of liberalism. That is not enough. You can’t rearrange hell to make it more comfortable, more compatible for humanity, for the simple reason that there is no room for humanity in hell. Hell is the absence of humanity. The reason our churchmen have been of no use to us in the battle against the liberal leviathan is because they have supported a gnostic Christianity, which denies the possibility of an incarnational culture. If there is no such thing as a heart of flesh, if all that is good emanates from the mind of God and is then disseminated to the minds of a few great men, then all that is human, all that stems from the human heart, must be regarded as evil. But what about our people’s loving response to Christ’s incredible act of divine charity? Is that response an illusion that creatures such as I cling to in sinful defiance of the great men of intellect? There are so many evil manifestations of the liberals’ absolute tyrannical control, with the tacit consent of the Christian clergy, of the European people. I recently read that a Christian organization, which professed to adhere to Biblical principles, was denied tax exempt status by the IRS. The reason for the denial was simple – the IRS said that since people who had Biblical principles voted Republican, anyone who professed such principles was not eligible for tax-exempt status. Everything seems to be going to hell so quickly now, but there has been only a façade of a real civilization for the past fifty years. Behind that façade was a satanic presence waiting to emerge, under the auspices of the sacred negro, and make life on this earth an extension of hell.
“Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know,” was Keats’ assertion. But we still must decide what is beautiful. Keats saw beauty in a Grecian urn and the French Revolution. The modern Europeans see beauty in the sacred negro. And our churchmen see beauty in their syllogisms. I see something different. I see a civilization in which the penultimate of truth and beauty was the Savior who bled and died for us. That Christ is the grave where “buried love doth live” was the heartfelt faith of the antique Europeans. I do not see how we can forsake that faith for the liberals’ mystery religion, which is grounded in their fervent faith in the sacred negro and the perversions that accompany that faith. What is truth, what is beauty? Christ is Truth, Christ is beauty. That was the faith of our people when they were a people. All the ‘conservative’ think tanks and ‘conservative’ political action groups cannot put European civilization back together again unless they embrace the Christ-centered culture of the condemned, ‘racist’ Europeans of long ago. That was our hope in ages past and our only hope in this age of decadence and desolation. My original question remains: When the Divine Heart makes such a sacrifice, how can human hearts fail to respond? +