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This site contains CWNY’s works from 3/3/12 through 7/31/21, when CWNY ceased writing, as noted by his family in The Minstrel Sleeps. To download a pdf of all posts from this time period, go to About this site. (You may also download individual posts and pages, using a plugin we’ve made available.)
Please note that this site includes all posts from his previously de-platformed blog, which were completely restored as of 6/10/22. Should you wish to view only those restored posts, use the category link: Older posts (pre-April 2019).
For CWNY’s writing from 5/25/06 to 2/25/12, visit his older blog, still available here.
More content on this site is also available on the Remembrances page, which includes his final, albeit unfinished, Christmas story, and To His Readers (4/21/19), which he posted after his return from being deplatformed.
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Category Archives: White Genocide
The Miracle of Christian Europe
They say miracles are past; and we have our philosophical persons, to make modern and familiar, things supernatural and causeless. Hence is it that we make trifles of terrors, ensconcing ourselves into seeming knowledge, when we should submit ourselves to … Continue reading
Our Kindred Faith
Count, count your hopes, heirs of immortality and love;And hear my kindred faith, and turn again to bless me. — Martin Farquhar Tupper __________ Picture a liberal household on the eve of Martin Luther King Jr. Day. Two quality children, … Continue reading
The Reptiles
Nothing can be conceived more hard than the heart of a thoroughbred metaphysician. It comes nearer to the cold malignity of a wicked spirit than to the frailty and passion of a man. It is like that of the principle … Continue reading
As You Would Oppose the Devil
Beware of the scribes, which desire to walk in long robes, and love greetings in the markets, and the highest seats in the synagogues, and the chief rooms at feasts; Which devour widows’ houses, and for a shew make long … Continue reading
The Great Mystery
Behold, I shew you a mystery; We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be … Continue reading
The Institutionalized Tragedy of Liberalism
Lear. And my poor fool is hang’d! No, no, no life!Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life,And thou no breath at all? Thou’lt come no more,Never, never, never, never, never!Pray you, undo this button. Thank you sir.Do … Continue reading
This Will Ever Be the European Story
A brilliant morning shines on the old city. Its antiquities and ruins are surpassingly beautiful, with the lusty ivy gleaming in the sun, and the rich trees waving in the balmy air. Changes of glorious light from moving boughs, songs … Continue reading
In the Beginning
And I saw heaven opened, and behold a white horse; and he that sat upon him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he doth judge and make war. His eyes were as a flame of fire, and on … Continue reading
Hell on Earth
Lear. My wits begin to turn. Come on, my boy. How dost, my boy? Art cold? I am cold myself. Where is this straw, my fellow? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, … Continue reading
The Eyes of the Heart
Old Man. O, my good lord, I have been your tenant, and your father’s tenant, these fourscore years. Glou. Away, get thee away! Good friend, be gone; Thy comforts can do me no good at all; Thee they may hurt. … Continue reading