Beyond the infinite and boundless reach Of mercy, if thou didst this deed of death Art thou damned.
-Shakespeare, King John
For her sins have reached unto heaven, and God hath remembered her iniquities.
Revelations 18: 5
Idon’t like the sci-fi genre in literature or movies, so I suppose I have no right to reference it, but Burke once quoted Bolingbroke even though he disliked his writings, so let me quote from the original Star Trek television show: “To boldly go where no man has gone before.” On January 20th, the United States of America is going to go where no European nation has ever gone before: they are going to openly acknowledge that this country worships Satan. All the European nations under the guise of ‘we the people’ democracy have been trafficking with Satan for over one hundred years, but they never made it explicit because there were still many Europeans who needed the façade of Christianity to remain intact before they could wholeheartedly support demon-cracy. So the shadows of Christianity, Christian outward forms with weak marshmallow insides, such as ‘prolife’ movements and ‘Christian’ democratic parties, were allowed to remain in the Western world. But the prophetic fire has gone from the Christ-bearing people – the fire of men like Burke and Dostoyevsky, who warned the European people of the hellish world we would inhabit if we cast the Suffering Servant aside for our new manmade Jacobin systems of government. Will that fire ever return? We shall see, but as of now there is no indication that the spiritual fire of the prophets, which became part of the European people’s soul when they embraced the embodiment of the prophetic fire, our Lord and Savior, will ever be seen in the European nations again.
What we have now in the European nations are little Christian marshmallow fires that are permitted to smolder so long as they do not threaten the larger satanic fire rapidly spreading throughout the European nations. What the Trump election, which became a non-election, represents is a declaration by the liberals that even the marshmallow fires shall be extinguished. There must be and there shall be no fire other than the one great fire – the all-consuming fire of the archangel Lucifer. The American tragedy is that we never had a right-wing. Without a right-wing, without men who are determined to conserve and defend a throne and altar consecrated to Christ, which is the guarantee that a people’s Christian culture and traditions will be conserved, you do not really have a spiritual core in your nation worthy to defend. American ‘conservatives’ have always invoked our revolutionary founding fathers and our marvelous Constitution in their fight against their liberal brethren. They maintain that the American Revolution was not Jacobin in spirit, often citing Burke’s opposition to certain unjust taxes that the British government imposed on the American colonies. But Burke never thought the American Revolution was a good thing. He told Benjamin Franklin he thought that America was much better off as part of Britain, but he did not feel you could force the Americans to be part of Britain if they didn’t desire to be part of it. And in point of fact, one-third of the Americans wanted to stay with Britain (a whole colony of those Americans settled in New Brunswick), one-third were indifferent, and one-third wanted to be ‘independent.’ Conservatives who like to claim our Revolution was a conservative revolution are like the conservative Catholics who constantly defend the Vatican II documents by claiming they can be interpreted in light of traditional church teaching. Oh really? Then why haven’t they been interpreted in light of traditional church teaching? And conversely, why, at every step along our wonderful constitutional path to hell, have our courts interpreted the Constitution with an eye on what is leftward and ‘progressive’? And why was the anti-Jacobin South unconstitutionally forbidden to leave the Union when she perceived that the Northern government was a Jacobin government? The Constitution is mere paper and ink; it is our faith and our race that defines who we are as a people and what we should fight to preserve. (1)
The liberals are anti-Christian, and because they are anti-Christian, they are anti-white. Trump’s victory in 2016 was a rearguard defensive action that took the liberals by surprise. But neither Trump nor his followers looked on his election as a rear-guard movement that bought white people some time to lick their wounds and mount a counterattack against the liberals. They didn’t do what a defeated people should do, because they did not see themselves as a defeated people. They saw themselves as one faction of liberals who had just won a victory over another faction of liberals. About a month ago I mentioned that there was no spirit of counterrevolution among the Trump supporters I had talked to. Nor, apparently, was there any spirit of counterrevolution among the Trump supporters in the big march on Washington. The liberals successfully depicted the protestors who breached the barricade as ‘violent rioters,’ but they were not. They were unarmed and determined to carry their nonviolent protest to the halls of Congress. The poor deluded souls did not realize that there is no justice or mercy in a nation consecrated to Satan.
Let us look, one more time as it fades into oblivion, at the Trump phenomenon. Who were the hard-core Trumpers? Why did, and do, the liberals hate them and Trump? And what is behind the Trumpers’ pacifism and inability to see the demonic nature of their enemies? Everything in European culture is centered on Christianity. All the modern heresies, Jacobinism, Americanism, Marxism, millennialism, and negro worship are Christian heresies, and liberalism is the synthesis of all the anti-Christian heresies. In the United States the synthesis of all those heresies has reached its most advanced stage. What was tolerated 20 years ago can no longer be tolerated today, because the liberal express train to hell can never stop or turn back. The Trumpers accepted most of the liberal agenda; they were willing to worship a blended Christ who was not the Christ of old Europe, and they were willing to worship the negro, but they wanted white people to be included in the universal liberal aggregate. However, that could not be tolerated because the non-illuminated whites, the whites who would not condemn whiteness itself as the original sin, had to be purged. The non-illuminated whites did not want to be purged, which is why they supported Trump, but ultimately, because they are devout believers in liberalism, they could not make war against the liberals. They will go to their doom, reciting their democratic litany: “We are non-violent, we are not racist, we are non-violent; we are not racist, we believe in the democratic process; though the democratic process slay us yet will we have faith in it.” (2) As they recite the litany, the Trumpers salute an American flag right before they line up to go into the execution chambers that have been prepared for them. Do I exaggerate? Unfortunately I do not. Every time two or three Trumpers are gathered together, you hear the litany of racial and religious suicide.
Our Lord tells us in Luke 12: 34 that, “For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.” What do the Trumpers treasure, where are their hearts? Ah, there’s the rub. The Trumpers’ hearts are imprisoned by intellectual theories of God and patriotism. In religion their God is an esoteric God created by a break-away Anglican cleric in the early 1830s who made Christ subordinate to the unrepentant Jew. And their patriotism? It is not grounded in pietas – “I will fight for those of my own blood” – it is grounded in the equality heresy – “My country, ‘tis of thee, sweet land of liberty” – liberty from any blood connection to our kith and kin and our God.
Our prayer should be “His will be done on earth as it is in heaven.” But who is the He whose will should be done? Is it the Christ of old Europe or is it the blended Christ of the new Europe? The blended Christ is subordinate to Satan, which is why the ‘conservatives’ fell all over themselves to condemn the ‘violence’ of the few: “most were non-violent.” Do the liberals ever condemn the violence of their minions? No, they do not. Because they are on the right side, they belong to Satan.
Satan is not an original thinker. He parodies, in everything he does, the living God. Satan wants his will to be done on earth as it is in hell. And in hell there is no heart-to-heart communion among mortals and there is no heart-to-heart connection to the living God. The Trumpers want to maintain some remnants of humanity within the confines of hell. That cannot be. You must either resist the liberals’ determination to go where no nation has gone before – to hell on earth – with all your heart and soul – which means “to the knife” – or you must acquiesce to the liberals and descend into Satan’s hell on earth. January 20th will either be the beginning of the counterrevolution or it will be the final bonfire that shall completely consume the white Europeans in its flames. It seems like it will be the latter, but there is always the fairy tale ending: “When hope seems nearly gone, God’s relief to us will surely come.”
Will God’s relief “surely come”? John 14: 14 is a very comforting verse, and it is also a very troubling verse: “If ye shall ask any thing in my name, I will do it.” What if we ask something in His name, and nothing happens? The unanswered prayer, particularly if it is a fervent heartfelt prayer, is a very great obstacle to faith. I don’t have an adult answer to the unanswered prayer that would satisfy a philosopher. In pure philosophy there is no loving God, but is there something beyond philosophy, are there “more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in our philosophy”? As a young boy, I was sent to a camp for boys; the theory of such camps was that young boys could meet and do all sorts of ‘fun’ thing together. One of those ‘fun’ things at the camp I attended was a long canoe trip that entailed camping overnight in the woods – “Lions and tigers and bears, oh my!” On the second day of the canoe trip we were all supposed to canoe over what seemed, in my child’s mind, to be very treacherous rapids. I’m sure they weren’t really very treacherous, but in my mind’s eye they were a death trap. Some of the boys felt as I did and refused to go. One of the counselors, with great disgust, had the “cowardly” boys take up their canoes and walk around the rapids. I was too cowardly to admit I was afraid, so I got to have the ‘fun’ of canoeing down the rapids. Again, I must stress that I thought the rapids meant death; I was afraid. But I had a child’s heart that had been exposed to the Gospel of Christ. I had never heard of St. Thomas Aquinas or John Calvin, but I had heard of gentle Jesus who bids us take our cares and troubles to Him in prayer. I prayed to gentle Jesus and I lost all my fears. I never as an adult have ever been able to feel the complete security and confidence in God’s grace and His loving personal concern for me that I felt then when I was still a child in my faith. In similar circumstances as an adult I would have said, “Plenty of people pray and their prayers are unanswered. Many good people suffer terribly and they pray. Many evil people do not pray and they flourish…” That and similar conundrums would occur to my ‘adult’ mind.
I prayed fervently for Trump’s victory, and I know there were others, there were millions, who prayed fervently for Trump’s victory. But there were also millions upon millions of Southerners who prayed for the victory of the South in that terrible civil war. And yet then, as now, the forces of Satan, won. We cannot comprehend the seeming indifference of God to our prayers unless we go beyond the magic of intellectual Christianity to the deeper magic, the magic of the heart-of-my-heart and blood-of-my-blood faith in Christ Jesus. This election should make us cast off demon-cracy and fight evil as men, at least European men, were meant to fight evil. The Trumpers who will not fight do not know the Christ who is “the beginning and the end, the first and the last.” They only know an ecumenical Christ who floats around in a universal aggregate of false gods – the gods of color, the god of the Jews, and the god of demon-cracy, who is Satan. We cannot seek redemption from the devil. And isn’t that what the Trumpers did by placing all their hopes in our supremely satanic Supreme Court? (3)
I have actually heard Trumpers say they were against the men and women who stormed the halls of Congress because they destroyed public property. Oh, the horror of sympathy for the devil and his minions! Those congressmen and women are the devil’s own. If the bravados who breached the barricades had killed all the members of Congress who intended to vote against a reelection every single execution would have been meritorious. Those creatures from hell, those satanic, inhuman, congressional vultures from hell, with malice aforethought, intend to consecrate our nation to Satan on January 20th. But that is not as bad – horrors of horrors! – as destroying public property, is it? (4) It all comes down to this – Christians of the old European stock do not permit the rule of Satan. We must be blood and heart Christians. If we insist on being demon-cratic and intellectual Christians, we shall see Satan’s banner over our nation for the rest of our natural lives, and those who honor that banner shall burn in hell for all eternity. That is not a consummation that I wish for, but then I do not understand the ‘higher’ religion of demon-cracy, pacifism, and non-violence – non-violence on the white side and nothing but violence on the Illuminati’s and the colored minions’ side. If we see Him, our Lord Jesus Christ, with the eyes of a child, we will write a new chapter of European history; we will cast off the rule of Satan and live in the light of His Kingdom come on earth as it is in heaven. +
(1) “Throw our paper platforms, preambles and resolutions, guaranties and constitutions, into the fire, and we should be none the worse off, provided we retained our institutions – and the necessities that begot, and have, so far, continued them.” (George Fitzhugh)
The necessity that has begot and continued our institutions is the God-Man, Jesus Christ.
(2) The ‘conservatives’ in the alternative news outlets such as Newsmax and Breitbart are still behaving like Hitler in the bunker who ordered non-existent troops to fight a war he had already lost. They are still giving us the ‘news’ of the liberals’ atrocities so that we can vote the liberals out. But we did vote against the liberals. We voted against them in record numbers and our votes were thrown back in our faces. I look on that as a challenge to a duel to the death. The conservative pundits seem to look on the liberals’ challenge as a mandate to grovel before the liberal Sanhedrin and recite the democratic litany over and over again: “We are not racist, we are non-violent, we love demon-cracy.” And the cowardly Republicans and the Democrats in the House and Senate are vying with each other to see who can condemn the ‘rioters’ more. None of them condemned Black Lives Matter or Antifa, but the ‘rioters’ must be condemned. On January 20th, the cowardly senators and representatives of Congress, Republican and Democrat, should all, while keeping their social distance, join hands virtually while they sing, to the tune of “Let’s All Gather at the River”:
“Let’s all gather before the liberal Sanhedrin, The wonderful, wonderful Sanhedrin, Let’s all gather at the liberal Sanhedrin, That flows by the throne of Satan.”
(3) Whatever his faults, Trump fought nobly for the disenfranchised white grazers. And because he fought for them, the liberals are still trying to send him to prison. It is not enough for them that he is leaving office, they must torture him and his family with the threat of jail. No one in the ranks of the Republican cowards will stand up for him. We can’t deal with these satanic liberals peacefully. They don’t want peace. They want to eliminate all things white and Christian.
I am frequently asked how I can admire Trump when he supports the American heresy. And I always answer the queries with, “For the same reason Sir Walter Scott supported the Georges who supplanted the Stewarts, while still admiring Bonnie Prince Charlie. Trump is at least a man; he has some remnant of Christian humanity in him. He is a lion among jackals and sheep. So is Curt Schilling, the baseball pitcher who will never be part of the jackals’ Hall of Shame. Trump and Schilling may not have the whole integral Christian spirit we need, but the humanity and courage of men like Trump and Schilling is admirable. In an age when every single spark of humanity must be extinguished by order of the liberal Sanhedrin, it is not a little thing when some men who have a public voice speak out against the liberal Sanhedrin.
(4) There is a complete unreality about this election and its aftermath, a Gnostic unreality. The votes of flesh and blood people who voted for Trump became the computer printout votes of non-existent Gnostic people, all of whom voted for Biden, who ran a virtual, non-existent Gnostic campaign. Our Supreme Court made a non-decision, a Gnostic decision, to endorse the results of a Gnostic election. And our legislators, Republican and Democrat, endorsed the Gnostic results of the non-election. Now, I am told, there is going to be a virtual, Gnostic inauguration of a Gnostically elected president. But can the unreality of Satan’s Gnosticism prevail forever? Real flesh and blood people voted for a man who looked on them as flesh and blood human beings. Will they be content to be Gnostically discarded into outer darkness? That is the question.
He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he opened not his mouth: he is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is dumb, so he openeth not his mouth. – Isaiah 53: 7
As to me, I was always steadily of opinion that this disorder was not in it’s nature intermittent. I conceived that the contest, once begun, could not be laid down again to be resumed at our discretion; but that our first struggle with this evil would also be our last. I never thought we could make peace with the system; because it was not for the sake of an object we pursued in rivalry with each other, but with the system itself, that we were at war. As I understood the matter, we were at war, not with it’s conduct, but with it’s existence; convinced that it’s existence and it’s hostility were the same. –Edmund Burke, Letters on a Regicide Peace
The late Colonel Jeff Cooper, who wrote a column for Guns & Ammo magazine some years ago, once commented on the actions of an off-duty policeman who had attempted to stop an armed robbery while unarmed. He was shot and killed by the robbers. Cooper gave the policeman a ten for bravery and a zero for preparedness.
Those men and women who breached the Capitol building barricades in order to get at Congress were incredibly noble and brave. But what were they thinking? Our reason must be made to serve our hearts. Those brave, wonderful people should have known that our government is evil. You can’t go up against such an evil entity unarmed. Protests do not work when the people protesting have been designated for slaughter by the powers that be. If the situation had been reversed, if Trump had won the election and Black Lives Matter barbarians and Antifa scum were storming the Capitol, they would have had a red carpet laid out for them, and the Federal police would have been ordered to stand down. And after standing down, they would have provided the rioters with milk and cookies. But no mercy will ever be shown by the Illuminati toward the unilluminated. In fact, Nancy Pelosi, who stands out for her supreme wickedness in a cabal of the wicked, said that the military was too kind to the protestors. “What if they had been black?” the wicked witch asked. We saw what happens with black rioters this past summer — they are allowed to burn, murder, and loot while the police stand down. And why didn’t Trump order the military police to stand down in this case? I never blamed Trump for not stopping illegal immigration nor for not cleaning out the swamp, because I knew he had no support even within his own party for such initiatives. But I do blame him for not ordering the police or military defending our Capitol to stand down. What did he have to lose? Was he afraid he would be impeached? He has already been impeached and removed from office by way of the fraudulent election. Perhaps he did order the troops to stand down, and the policeman who murdered that unarmed woman acted against orders. I doubt it, because Trump, for all his bravery, is still half-liberal. I think he was afraid to face the disapproval of the liberals.
If we can’t protest, then what can be done? We should do what the Scots did long ago in the town of Edinburgh (see Walter Scott’s novel The Heart of Midlothian). When the townspeople had exhausted all legal means to remove a duly appointed bloody tyrant from their midst, they quietly, without a public announcement, took care of that bloody tyrant one dark night and then just as quietly returned home. So it was with Forrest and his men, and so it was in Skidmore, Missouri, in 1981, after the townspeople had tried in vain, by all legal means, to remove a bloody white tyrant from their midst.
As I understand it, one woman was shot to death, two men died of heart-related issues, and one woman died from an undetermined medical emergency. My heart and my prayers go out to them (yes, I pray for the dead; did not our Lord enjoin us to take all our trouble and cares to Him in prayer? I am troubled about their deaths because I care about those poor souls), to those incredibly brave, incredibly noble souls. But I must maintain that the woman who was slain and the woman who died did not belong there. What have we become when the women man the barricades? I understand the woman who was slain was a former member of the military. For shame on a nation that places women in the military. She is not to blame; she was merely following, imperfectly, a noble aim, without the support of a Christian-mentoring society which would have inspired her to step away from the ramparts and assume her God-given right to nurture and pray.
Need I point out that the media, part of the evil cabal called liberalism, labelled the protestors as ‘rioters’ after telling us for over a twelve-month that Antifa and Black Lives Matter murderers were ‘protestors’? And what is to be said about the alternative ‘conservative’ news media, such as Newsmax? All they could do was plead for mercy from their liberal brethren: “Most of the protestors were nonviolent.” Why do ‘conservatives’ who worship veterans that fought to make the world safe for communism in World War II regularly denounce any violence against an evil government that is infinitely worse than Adolph Hitler’s government?
Let us see the light in this darkness called liberalism. Those who breached the ramparts had something within them that cannot be defeated. The liberals, at the height of their power, have seen the spirit above the dust that will bring them down.
When the left has triumphed, conservatives—if they are to remain conservative—must become counterrevolutionaries. What Burke said of France after the French revolution applies to every European nation. Burke said that the true Frenchmen were in exile because Jacobin France was not Christian France:
The present system in France is not the ancient France. It is not the ancient France with ordinary ambition and ordinary means. It is not a new power of an old kind. It is a new power of a new species. When such a questionable shape is to be admitted for the first time into the brotherhood of Christendom, it is not a mere matter of idle curiosity to consider how far it is, in it’s nature, alliable with the rest, or whether “the relations of peace and amity” with this new State are likely to be of the same nature with the usual relations of the States of Europe.
Once democracy, which is based on the demons’ flight from Christ (Luke 8), becomes the organizational model of government in a nation, that nation is committed to the principle of ‘ever leftward’ toward the pit of hell. The legislators in a democracy are all leftists–they are all moving leftward to hell. The battles that spring up are between those who want to move gradually toward hell—in our country, they are called Republicans—and those who want to move rapidly toward hell. Those people are called, in our country, Democrats. But the important thing in a democracy is that all citizens sign on to the ‘progression’ of mankind; they must believe in the ‘new power of a new species’ and reject ‘the brotherhood of Christendom.’
Can we be at peace with this new power, this democratic entity? No, we cannot be at peace with such a power. It is a giant succubus that will draw all people toward it and consume them body and soul. The left always progresses toward hell by the enfranchisement of an ‘oppressed’ minority. Once that oppressed minority is enfranchised, that minority has a vested interest in supporting the progression of the left. The liberals achieved their greatest success with the blacks. The banner of ‘we are not racist’ has served the liberals well. Whenever a black does not fall in line with liberalism, he or she is told they are not black, because a black must support the leftward lurch into hell in order to prevent a mythical right wing from returning to the inequality and ‘racism’ of the past.
Tragically we have also witnessed, in the 20th century and the 21st century, the virtual collapse of the traditional right wing bastion of European civilization – the Christian woman. By holding out that apple, the apple of equality, to the new Eves, the left destroyed the heart of Western civilization. After the rape fest in Cologne, Germany, a few years ago, a female Danish journalist asked, “Where were the men, why didn’t they do something?” She went on to say that she did not want to go back to the bad old days of patriarchy, but she did want men to be men and protect women. You can’t have it both ways. The men of Victorian Britain would not have tolerated a rape fest because they believed that the females of the species were their helpmeets, they believed that women were the life nurturers and the life bearers, and as such they deserved to be protected and treasured. When they became part of the leftist march toward hell, when they became a legion of Lady Macbeths, why should they still be protected and treasured?
After the Fall, our Lord spoke to Eve: “Unto the woman He said, I will greatly multiply thy sorrow and thy conception: in sorrow thou shall bring forth children: and thy desire shall be to thy husband and he shall rule over thee.” That radical leftward shift from God’s love to Satan’s promise of equality with God that Adam and Eve made in the Garden of Eden was countered by Christ’s charitable outreach on the Cross. Our propensity to sin remains, but through Him we were given a chance to restore our fallen nature. There is nothing on this earth that speaks of heaven more than a Christian family in which the male and the female have complementary roles rather than competitive ones. When equality enters into the familial hearth fire, there is no refuge from the devil; he is the omnipresent force from outside and from within. Can you really mount a campaign for Christian things – protection for the unborn, protection from the colored heathen within your nation and from without — when you cherish, through the democratic process, Satan’s promise of, “You shall be as Gods”? There can be no true families and no true nations when the family and the state are democratized.
Biden claims Trump is attacking the democratic process by challenging the election results. And the mistress turned president in all but name, Kamala Harris, has articulated the moral underpinning of liberalism: “We want equity not equality.” Yes, that sums it up: “Some are more equal.” Biden and Harris are correct: the democratic process exists to ensure the continual dominance of Satan in what was once Christendom. Trump, who retains a few instincts of a European, senses that something has gone terribly wrong in America and Europe, but he does not understand that it is the democratic process that allows that wrong, the enthronement of Satan in the European world, to continue on in perpetuity. Trump fought nobly against all the forces of hell, but he fought without the full armour of Christ, and now, tragically, the liberals, like the hellhounds they are, will tear him to shreds while the clergymen, the Supreme Court justices, the Republicans, and the conservative pundits will look on with a Thomistic-Buddhistic quietude and thank whatever pig gods they pray to that they had the good sense to stay with the winning side. Burke describes such moral cowards in his great work, On Regicide France after the Revolution:
In truth, the tribe of vulgar politicians are the lowest of our species. There is no trade so vile and mechanical as government in their hands. Virtue is not their habit. They are out of themselves in any course of conduct recommended only by conscience and glory. A large, liberal and prospective view of the interests of States passes with them for romance; and the principles that recommend it for the wanderings of a disordered imagination. The calculators compute them out of their senses. The jesters and buffoons shame them out of every thing grand and elevated. Littleness, in object and in means, to them appears soundness and sobriety. They think there is nothing worth pursuit, but that which they can handle; which they can measure with a two-foot rule; which they can tell upon ten fingers.
Yes, the Republican shadows of the liberals have been computed out of their senses by their liberal brethren. In the recent pro-Trump protest a very small percentage of the protestors got it right: they became violent. And what was the reaction of the Republican and ‘conservative’ establishment? They denounced the protestors who became violent because their violence endangered the ‘democratic process.’ (1) Do you need a translation of such doublespeak? Then let me translate—“We, the Republican servants of Satan, must continue to eat and drink at Satan’s pig trough. And it is the demon-cratic process that enables us to eat and drink at Satan’s pig trough now and forever.” The ‘violent’ protestors are miracles of God’s grace; they saw through the horror of the satanic entity called democracy. They are currently too few and they have no leader, but they have something within them that points us to something above and beyond Satan’s kingdom of hell on earth.
What do I make of the fact that Trump himself condemned the ‘violent’ protestors –“Be peaceful, be nonviolent”? Trump, like the vast majority of his followers, wants to blend Christianity and liberalism. They don’t believe in the Christ of old, monarchial, aristocratic Europe, they believe in the new Christ of demon-cracy. But Satan and Christ are spiritual antagonists, so how can they be blended together? Trump was and is a brave man, with something inside of him that was and is struggling toward the light. However, if a man cannot give a name to that light, if he cannot see the real Aslan, the Christ of old Europe, he will ultimately be defeated by the mad-dog liberals who serve Satan. And those who follow him will be betrayed in deepest consequence, as the four martyrs were betrayed. The half-Christians will always lose to the fully committed Satanists, because the Satanists believe that Satan’s kingdom of hell on hearth can only be achieved by those who are violent: “The violent bear it away.” The liberals act according to their faith. But the half-Christians who want to blend Christianity and liberalism will not act according to the Christian faith, they do not believe the Kingdom of Heaven is taken by violence, they believe that the Kingdom of heaven comes by uniting with Satan’s minions in order to insure a perfect union of God and the devil. There is nothing on the face of the earth more reprehensible, more morally repugnant, than the American experiment in demon-cracy. We need no longer imagine what hell will be like, it is here and now in the United States of Satan.
We are reaping what the scholastics in the Catholic and the Protestant churches have sown. If man’s reason receives God’s revelation, independent of the human heart, which the scholastics maintain, then what prevents abstract reason from becoming man’s God? Nothing prevents it. Robespierre was simply following the precepts of intellectual Christianity when he made a whore the Goddess of Reason. That great whore of Babylon, the Goddess of Reason, can be seen in all her satanic splendor whenever two or three are gathered together, in Church and State, in her name. No man is an island; we who are human need contact with other human beings. But what if humanity is divided between those who have renounced their humanity and those who are willing to blend what is human inside of them, a longing for the Mysterious Stranger, with that which is inhuman, the pig swill of liberalism? This final outrage of the ‘conservatives’ who have condemned the violence they should laud, gives us the answer to that question. We must walk away from those who want to blend Christ and Satan. We must walk away with the realization that some devils, and the satanic blending of democracy and Christianity is one such devil, can only be driven out by prayer and fasting.
This failure of the white grazers, the Trumpers, to see that they cannot make common cause with the liberals has broken my heart just as my parents’ blending of Christianity and liberalism broke my heart. My mother was an ethical Christian who did not believe in Christ’s resurrection from the dead, at least on a conscious level, and my father was a ‘non-fundamentalist’ Christian – the Old Testament was fairy stories, but the New Testament was true. But of course that truth was blended with the ‘truth’ that American democracy and Christianity were one and the same. When I became a Dream of the Rood Christian in my early twenties, I had to try to stay connected, in my heart, to my parents while maintaining a distance from their blended faith. What was difficult when I was a single man became even more difficult when I became a Christian father. How could I keep my children free of contagion while allowing them to experience the love of their grandparents? To this day I do not know the right and the wrong of my balancing act. Nor do I know the right and the wrong of my support for Trump and his followers. There was genuine humanity in Trump and those who supported him. But, oh, the horror of that blending process!
Why do men and women need to blend what is Christian with that which is satanic? It all, or so it seems to me, goes back to the original sin. Satan did not attack God directly, he did not tell Adam and Eve that God didn’t exist, he told them that divinity rested in pure reason, divorced from their heart to heart connection to God. Whenever reason becomes the way to God, the path is made clear for man’s reason and Satan’s will to join together in defiance of the living God. We live in Satandom because we no longer believe that “the foolishness of God is wiser than the wisdom of men.” If we are “foolish” as St. Paul was foolish, we will discover that the Mysterious Stranger has never and will never leave us bereft in this vale of tears.
No man should be an island, but if there are no human beings left on earth who believe in the Dream of the Rood we must make that island where Christ dwells into our world. Pray for the four martyrs who went like lambs to the slaughter. They were sacrificed, like so many of the unborn infants and the innocent whites who died before them, on the altars of liberalism. I wish that I had the power to destroy them all, the hellhounds of liberalism, but I do not. So I must rage against the dying of the light and I must pray. What else is left to us? In Thy name, our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, we ask for a light in the darkness of Liberaldom to guide us safely home.+
(1) The ‘conservatives’ who worship ‘peaceful protest’ are still under the thrall of Liberaldom. They don’t really want an end to the liberals’ reign of terror, because they still have a place in Liberaldom. In a ‘peaceful protest’ you are saying to your rulers, “Hey, we represent a couple of million votes, you can’t ignore us.” But what if your rulers have turned off your votes? You can peacefully protest from now to doomsday, and you will not alter the status quo of Liberaldom. But of course the ‘conservatives,’ if they were really conservative, could see that obvious fact.
The barricade brigade whites are at the beginning. They have begun to understand the nature of demon-cracy. They have hearts that love much, but they still do not fully understand the evil of liberalism. If they did, they would not have launched a semi-peaceful suicide mission. Nor do I think Trump, who is half-liberal and half-Christian, fully understands just how evil the liberals are. He should flee the country now, with his entire family, or he will face the same fate as Louis XVI. These, our modern Jacobins, are much crueler than Robespierre, and he was the most bloodthirsty tyrant the European world has ever produced – until now.
Here is the indictment of the good Lord Hastings; Which in a set hand fairly is engross’d That it may be to-day read o’er in Paul’s. And mark how well the sequel hangs together: Eleven hours I have spent to write it over, For yesternight by Catesby was it sent me; The precedent was full as long a-doing; And yet within these five hours Hastings liv’d, Untainted, unexamin’d, free, at liberty. Here’s a good world the while! Who is so gross That cannot see this palpable device? Yet who’s so bold but says he sees it not? Bad is the world; and all will come to nought, When such ill dealing must be seen in thought.
–Richard the Third
Reason is a whore; she peeks out over the blindfold and decides in favor of the prevailing powers that be. When the powers that be are liberal, which translates to satanic, then ‘justice’ is satanic. – CWNY
“Who is so gross, That cannot see this palpable device?” In the months prior to the election I thought that the Demon-crats would win because I knew they would fix the election. But as Election Day approached, I became somewhat hopeful. Trump had such an enormous lead that I thought, “Can they really get away with fraud of such magnitude?” Of course they, the Demon-crats, did get away with it. The toll of human suffering, not just in this nation, but throughout the world, as a result of the election fraud, is beyond measure. In this nation millions of non-illuminated whites will be exterminated through economic disenfranchisement and outright slaughter at the hands of the colored barbarians. And worldwide the only nation that has the power to stand up to the communist Chinese will become the lap-dog of the Chinese communists. Is there any silver lining in this whole affair? No, there isn’t. This is an unmitigated tragedy. But there is one thing that we can take out of the “palpable device”: We no longer have to play the democratic game. The letter writing, the voting, the protest marches, can now be seen for what they were and are – part of the liberals’ subterfuge, which they have chosen to throw off. The satanic device of the liberals, which is the democratic process, has now been revealed as a complete hoax. It is time to make war as the Psalmist bids us: “So let us break their bonds asunder, and cast away their cords from us.”
Our nation, with some dissenting voices in the Southern half of the country, was founded on the heretical principle that our leaders govern by the consent of the governed. That is in direct contrast to the Christian European vision of leadership, in which a monarch and/or an aristocracy rule, not by Divine Right but in the name of Christ the King. We are all aware of the imperfections of such governments, because the liberals have told us for more than a twelfth-month of those imperfections. But has the Christian faith flourished under the rule of Christian kings and Christian aristocracies or has it flourished in the modern democracies? The answer to that question is obvious. The Christian faith and the European people thrived under the former regimes, and they are both, because they are one, about to be completely extinguished in the ‘Age of Democracy.’
Let us look at this thing called ‘democracy’ in the wake of the fraudulent American election. The spirit of democracy is grounded in the same spirit that motivated the demons in Luke 8: 32-37:
And there was there an herd of many swine feeding on the mountain: and they besought him that he would suffer them to enter into them. And he suffered them. Then went the devils out of the man, and entered into the swine: and the herd ran violently down a steep place into the lake, and were choked. When they that fed them saw what was done, they fled, and went and told it in the city and in the country. Then they went out to see what was done; and came to Jesus, and found the man, out of whom the devils were departed, sitting at the feet of Jesus, clothed, and in his right mind: and they were afraid. They also which saw it told them by what means he that was possessed of the devils was healed. Then the whole multitude of the country of the Gadarenes round about besought him to depart from them; for they were taken with great fear: and he went up into the ship, and returned back again.
The demons, against their own self-interest, desired to be free of the God of Mercy, so Christ freed them, and they went into the swine, who ran off a cliff into a lake and choked to death. The liberals are the demon-possessed swine: They are bound and determined, also against their own self-interest, to go over the cliff. They must avoid, at all costs, the loving embrace of Jesus Christ.
All the modern democratic governments are based on the Jacobin vision of equality. They take the Christian precept of the moral equality of all men before the living God and conflate it with a natural equality among swine, who are committed to Satan. There is no natural equality in God’s Kingdom; there is a spiritual aristocracy based on His, not Satan’s, precepts, the precepts of the Suffering Servant who bids His apostles seek greatness by being the “servant of all.” There is no mechanical equality of swine competing for the pig swill of the world’s material goods in Christ’s Reign of Charity. When we seek a worldly equality, we seek Satan’s kingdom of hell on earth. In the United States, that kingdom is here and now.
There is a satanic undergirding to this great evil called democracy. Its proponents tell us we shall all be equal: “We shall be as gods.” But all are not equal in a democracy: “Some are more equal.” Those “some” are the white Illuminati and the colored barbarians, the people who do the will of Satan. The election of 2020 in this country revealed the satanic presence behind the façade of the liberals’ “equality.” The votes of non-illuminated whites were null and void while the votes of the illuminated whites became the voice of “the people.” But the voice of “the people” is the voice of Satan. He works his will through the Illuminati and the people of color. When Robespierre was told his call for equality would lead to the extermination of all whites in San Domingo (Haiti), he was unmoved; in fact, he thought it was a great good, because the whites in San Domingo were non-illuminated whites. In Robespierre’s satanic mind, they deserved to die just as the non-illuminated whites in France and throughout Europe deserved to die.
Robespierre’s satanic utopia did not, as Burke warned us, die with Robespierre. It has become institutionalized throughout the nations of Europe. And it has become such a powerful entity, in church and state, that there is no one willing to oppose it. The Supreme Court justices in this country came up with all sorts of reasons why they did not want to even hear any election fraud cases. But there was only one reason why they didn’t want to hear the cases: They were afraid of the utopian left who will stop at nothing to achieve their ends. They were not afraid of the Pro-Trumpers who will stop at the crossroads and take the road marked, ‘Quaker,’ which is the road to oblivion, to their extinction as a people.
It is important to note that this electoral victory of the left was not a peaceful revolution. It was steeped in the blood of innocents such as Aaron Danielson, and it shall be upheld by the threat of more violence. Let us look at this, the latest and quite possibly the final revolution of the left, in light of the revolutions that preceded it. The first leftist revolt was in the Garden of Eden. Adam and Eve had a filial connection to the living god. The Lord handed them a kingdom that was preserved and protected in and through His filial bond with them, His people. They broke that bond when they chose to become intellectual Christians, men and women who placed their reason above their heart to heart connection to the living God. We know what ensued from that ‘shipwreck.’
Our incarnate Lord, Jesus Christ, restored our severed blood connection to the living God through His birth, crucifixion, and resurrection from the dead; that was the belief of our European ancestors. Every leftist revolution is grounded in a movement away from the European civilization whose people had a blood connection to Jesus Christ. In a perversion of everyman’s moral equality before God, the left has presented every attack against Christ’s reign of charity as a step forward for mankind – as a progression from the darkness of the inequalities and inequities of the past toward the light of a utopian future of equality. Thus ‘votes for women’ begot feminism and legalized abortion, and the enfranchisement of non-Europeans begot the worship of the sacred negro. Whatever was opposed to Christian European civilization was lauded and whatever was remotely tied to Christian Europe was opposed with fire and sword. Once we understand that the inner dynamic of the liberal Illuminati demands they follow the path of the demons described in Luke 8 we can understand why the liberals had to destroy Trump, even if it meant they had to take off their democratic masks and reveal their satanic visages for all the world to see.
On the surface Trump seems to be one with the liberals. He openly professed his belief in the equality heresy, which equates our moral equality before God to a mechanical equality of mankind, independent of the spirit which giveth life, and yet the liberals hated him as no man in public office has ever been hated before. Why? They hated and still hate Trump because he did not adhere to the inner dynamic of the equality heresy. That inner dynamic demands an inequality; it demands that some, the Illuminati and their colored minions, must be more equal. Every Republican candidate prior to Trump agreed to the extermination of the non-illuminated whites. The fact that Trump did not want non-illuminated whites to be exterminated made him an anathema to the liberals. And in this last election he was cast into outer darkness with his non-illuminated followers.
The mad-dog liberal media opposed Trump with a satanic vehemence. That was expected. But a great deal of the so-called conservatives, such as Ann Coulter and Drudge, also opposed Trump, and most of the Republicans gave him lukewarm support at best. My local Republican senator, for instance, sent me a snotty reply to my letter demanding he fight the fraudulent election: “The courts have spoken,” he told me, so I should stop bothering him and find something better to do. What is obvious is that a committed violent minority, the left, have made it clear that only the illuminated will be permitted to live. The ‘conservative’ pundits and the Republican RINOs want to show the left they are not in support of the non-illuminated whites whom Trump represents. They want their easy lives of punditry and the Loyal Opposition to go on forever. And it is Biden, not Trump, who gives them the best chance to continue on as pundits and legislators, because they sense, like jackals, that Trump’s followers will not fight back.
The late Rodney Dangerfield used to say in his comedy routine that he appealed to everyone who could do him absolutely no good. That was the reason for Trump’s electoral ‘defeat.’ His appeal was to the disenfranchised white grazers who have been designated for the liberals’ slaughterhouse. They voted for him in record numbers because he was the only Republican candidate who stood up for them as human beings with human needs rather than treating them as a universal aggregate to be manipulated for political purposes. I am in the field with the white grazers, I am not of the elect, I am not ‘illuminated.’ But although I am among the white grazers, I am not of them. I do not believe white pietas is a sin, nor do I believe that God and democracy are one. My task is to move the white grazers’ hearts away from demoncracy toward white pietas. It seems like an impossible task. And it is impossible without Divine Intervention. I ask for that intervention now and at the hour of my death.
What do we make of the fact that Donald Trump’s name coincides with St. Paul’s sure and certain hope in 1 Corinthians 15: 52? “In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible and we shall be changed.” Some Christians have asserted that the juxtaposition of Donald Trump and the last Trump means that the end of the world, the final consummation, is near. I do not sneer at such speculation because in the last four years the intense hatred of the liberals for Trump seemed to come from a satanic depth that we had never seen before. Their hatred is so obviously from the devil that we cannot help but think that now the devil’s great antagonist, Jesus Christ, is going to step forth and put an end to the devil’s reign. But we can’t take that route because of what our Lord tells us in Mark 13: 31-33: “Heaven and earth shall pass away: but my words shall not pass away. But of that day and that hour knoweth no man, no, not the angels which are in heaven, neither the Son, but the Father.”
What we do know is that the American election of 2020 marked the great unmasking of the liberals. They took off the benign façade of democracy and revealed the satanic heart of “government for the people and of the people.” The “people” are the Illuminati and their “ebony puppets,” who are consecrated to Satan. They have only one agenda – to attack Christ through His people. They must always attack the ‘image of God in man’ culture of the antique Europeans. Any movement back to that culture and that people must be dealt with harshly. The 2020 election was not an election, it was a reassertion, through violence, of the liberals’ power over the non-illuminated whites. I refer you once again to Walt Disney’s 1959 retelling of the Sleeping Beauty fairy tale. Maleficent throws aside all subterfuge and stands before Prince Phillip in all her satanic fury: “Now you shall deal with me and all the powers of hell.” That is what the liberals did in this last election – they unmasked and told us to deal with Satan and all the powers of hell. Can letter-writing, voting, and protest marches, move the powers of hell? Our supremely satanic Supreme Court gives the lie to that futile hope. The justices went with the forces of hell because they fear Satan’s minions and do not fear the Christ-bearing people, because the Christ-bearing people have become… what have they become? They are like unto a modern Prince Phillip, who turns from Maleficent when she confronts him. His sword becomes a pen, and he hurries home to write an angry letter to Maleficent demanding she release Sleeping Beauty. He and the good fairies then organize a protest march around Maleficent’s castle. After Maleficent sends out her goons to maim, torture, and murder the protestors, the surviving protestors find an alternative media outlet, one outlet among thousands that is not pro-Maleficent, and brag about their non-violent approach to all the powers of hell. Meanwhile, Sleeping Beauty rots in Maleficent’s castle. We play the devil’s game when we play the democratic game. Pray for the safety of the pro-Trump demonstrators on January 6, for they are going up against the devil’s minions without the full armour of Christ. Instead of “Onward, Christian soldiers,” they are marching to the tune of “We are not racist, we are non-violent.” That discordant melody is music to the ears of Satan and his minions.
We must avoid, or we will surely forfeit our humanity which is our link to the living God, the ‘religious’ posturing that always comes in crises such as this. I am referring to the old bromide, ‘God is punishing you for your sins by inflicting Biden and his demon-crats upon you.’ In the Johnstown flood of 1889, there were ‘religious’ people who claimed the flood was visited upon the people of Johnstown because of the brothels in the town. But those ‘religious’ people ignored the fact that the brothels were on high ground and not touched by the flood. Such is the case when a rash of earthquakes hit California. There is a segment of ‘religious’ people who tell us the earthquakes are God’s judgment upon the homosexuals who have made San Francisco their home city. But are the homosexuals the only people who suffer when the earthquakes strike California? We must reject such ‘religious’ posturing. When Solzhenitsyn went to the Gulag, he felt, after he had converted to Christianity while in prison, that he deserved his punishment because he had been a communist. That was a penitential act of a Christian. He looked at his own sins and decided that he needed to suffer for his sins. But Solzhenitsyn did not think that his fellow prisoners in the Gulag deserved their punishments. He had a compassionate empathy for their suffering and a holy rage against those who inflicted the suffering on his people. That should be our reaction to this violent assertion of the liberals’ power over the non-illuminated whites. We must respond to this outrage as integral Christians have responded to evil throughout our human history, our Christian European history. We do not know why evil always seems to triumph over good. Our heart pulls us toward Him who saves, while our head tells us to court favor with the powers of this world. Let us incline toward that which is in our hearts, the love of Him who saves, even in the face of what seems like the death of all our earthly hopes. We are the people who “know not seems.” We believe He is our beginning and our end. The Babe in the manger, the Suffering Servant on the Cross, and the Risen Lord are one. That mystery, the mystery of faith, will sustain us all through the night. +
“Roses bloom and cease to be, But we the Christ child shall see.”
When I started these stories I envisioned them as cautionary tales about a horrific future that we, as a people, were facing if the shadows of liberalism were not altered. That future has come upon us sooner than I imagined. The liberals have completely unmasked and are moving toward their final solution, which is the extermination of the non-illuminated whites. Who are the non-illuminated whites? They are the whites who do not accept every single aspect of liberalism: sexual debauchery, legalized abortion, and the worship of Satan through the sacred negro.
The liberals’ end, in their satanic minds, justifies any and all means. The white grazers, white people who cannot accept the entirety of the liberals’ illuminated agenda, are unable to cope with the liberals because they are part liberal themselves. They cannot get away from the soul-killing heresy, which says that God and democracy are one: they believe that God’s way is the democratic way. And in a Demon-cracy, you do not fight evil, you vote against it. We are now, as a people, at the crossroads. If we do not reject non-violence, if we let the liberals get away with the complete disenfranchisement of the white race, the future I depict in these stories will be upon us.
I have refrained from suggesting actual battle plans in my blog posts because I believe that once the European people have the will, once they reclaim that “charity of honor,” they will produce leaders who will know the best way to fight the liberals. I have already seen, in the wake of the election fraud, some very good suggestions as regards the practical measures that we should take once the real war begins. The will to fight, which will come when we are a fully integral Christian people, is all in all.
Susan: (tied to a chair) Mother, may I be untied now?
Mother: No, you may not be untied.
Susan: Please, mother, the cords are hurting my hands.
Mother: I can’t help that, you have been a very naughty little girl. You will remain tied to that chair until two o’clock. Then and only then will I untie you.
Susan: But I’m really and truly sorry.
Mother: You said that last time and then I found you this morning playing with that white boy you were forbidden to play with.
Susan: But I am white, and you said that my father was white, so why is it wrong for me to play with a white boy?
Mother: Now, you really are making me very angry, Susan. I have explained all of this to you before.
Susan: But I don’t understand.
Mother: What is the one great commandant which is the basis of our religion?
Susan: That we should love the black race with all our heart, mind, and soul.
Mother: Yes, that is correct. But you did not follow that commandant when you played with that white boy.
Susan: But my father was…
Mother: Yes, I know, your father was white. But your father was an authorized white man. Do you know what that means?
Susan: You’ve explained it to be before, but I still can’t understand.
Mother: I think you do understand, you’re just being deliberately willful. But I’ll go through it all again. Our black gods are nature gods; they represent all that is beautiful and good. But nature did not make them to fix things and build things; that is the task of white men. Now, white men are very, very evil, so we must not have too many white men in our nation. But we need a few white men to fix things and build things, therefore we don’t kill all white men, we let a few live so that they can fix things and build things.
Susan: Was my father a fixer and a builder?
Susan: Did he die?
Mother: Yes, he did, but I don’t want you to talk about your father. He did some bad things before he died; he was not a good man.
Susan: Maybe Johnny is going to grow up to be a fixer and a builder.
Mother: Whether he grows up and is placed in the science lab or he is placed in the execution chamber should be of no concern of yours. In either case, you are not supposed to play with him. Now, I’ll untie you, but you will be punished severely if you ever play with that boy again.
Act I. Scene 2.
Later that night Susan hears a tapping at her second story bedroom window. She gets up and opens the window to a small balcony.
Johnny: May I see you?
Susan: I’m not supposed to see you ever again.
Johnny: Why can’t you see me?
Susan: Because you are a white boy.
Johnny: But what is wrong about white skin? I have a storybook that has pictures, and all the people in the pictures are white.
Susan: I’m not supposed to look at storybooks that come from the bad time.
Johnny: How do you know my storybook is from the bad time?
Susan: You said the book had white people in it, so that means it is from the bad time. Any book that doesn’t have black people in it is a bad book.
Johnny: But there are nice stories in this book. There is a story called “Hansel and Gretel.” They were a boy and girl who get lost in the woods and discover a gingerbread house.
Susan: I don’t want to hear anymore… What do you mean by a gingerbread house, you can’t make a house of gingerbread.
Johnny: Well, there is one in the book. And Hansel and Gretel meet a witch and then…
Susan: That is wrong. Witches were invented by white men in order to insult women. It is wrong to read stories about them. My mother says that…
Johnny: I think your mother is a witch.
Susan: (starts screaming) Mother, mother, that white boy is here. (Susan’s mother runs into the bedroom with a Glock pistol and starts firing at Johnny as he climbs down to the ground. Susan’s mother isn’t sure, but she thinks one of the bullets hits Johnny in the leg.)
Mother: (on the phone) Operator, get me the police. Is this the police? Good, I want to report a white boy who tried to break into my home and assault my daughter. He is about eight years old, blonde, and I think I shot him in the leg.
Police Dispatcher: We will send a squad car around to see if they can pick him up.
Mother: They better find him, I don’t want him bothering my daughter again. (Coming over to the bed to tuck her daughter in.) You did good, Susan.
Susan: What will they do to him if they catch him.
Mother: They will kill him.
Susan: Oh no, I didn’t want that to happen. I just got mad when he called you a witch. (She starts to cry.)
Mother: Stop that this instant, Susan. Women never cry, you know that, it is written in Article II, Section 6, of the Feminist Manifesto. There is nothing soft, nothing sentimental, in women; we are strong, we have nothing called sentiment in us. That was an invention of white males who once ruled this land and enslaved women and blacks. Now, stop crying or I’ll be forced to beat you again.
Susan: It’s only that I feel sorry for…
Mother: You are not to feel sorry for a white boy. You simply must stop this. No more of it, do you hear?
Susan: Yes, mother.
Act I. Scene 3.
A mountain stronghold of the White Underground.
John Taylor: Have you heard from Britain?
David Morgan: Yes, I have. I have a letter from Father Bontini. Would you like me to read it to you?
Taylor: By all means.
Morgan: (He reads the letter.) “This is not the first time I’ve had to write about Christopher Grey because he hasn’t the time. He seems to have no rest, he is always going about his Lord’s business. This time it was the plague raging through what used to be called Britain that called him away from the new Britain, which, as you know, used to be called Wales. You had the plague over there a year in advance of us, but it has now hit Europe with a vengeance. It is much more deadly than the COVID-19 virus of many years ago. This virus has a 90% kill rate and thus far there is no drug that can cure it.
“King Arthur took the measures necessary to keep us free of the plague. He placed armed guards on the border with orders to shoot and kill any and all invaders, whether they were Islamic soldiers or British-Islamic refugees. What else could he do? His policy, in my view, is in keeping with Christian charity. You can’t allow your own people to be murdered by a virus spawned by your enemies. Arthur has literally launched all sorts of food supplies and experimental drugs over the border in cylinders in order to give some relief to those suffering from the plague, but he will not open up the borders.
“Christopher approved of Arthur’s policy, but he felt called to do something more. He told me, ‘There must be a Christian presence over there, in this crisis.’
“I asked him, ‘Didn’t the white Britons have a choice when they decided to stay in Islamic Britain instead of coming here to Christian Britain? Shouldn’t they have to live with that choice?’
“‘Yes, they did have a choice, and not one single citizen of Christian Britain should have to suffer because of their apostasy. But I am not putting those Christians at risk. I’m going over there alone.’
“’But Christopher, what can you do? We have some drugs that can alleviate the pain, but there is no cure for this disease. You will die from it before you can really do any good.’
“’I’m 106 years old. Do I really have that many months left to live regardless of whether I die of the plague or not?’
“’Those months belong to God, Christopher. I don’t want you to give them away in a hopeless cause.’
“’Bless you, my friend. I know that you are speaking from the heart. But I feel I must do this. Those people, which are still my people, must, at the hour of their deaths, have some human conduit to Christ. If they will accept my love, it will link them to His love. So I must go.’
“What could I say? I knelt and asked for his blessing before he went. I knew I would need that memory for the remaining years of my life without his presence. ‘In the name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Ghost.’
“That was six months ago. For some reason, known only to God, the Reverend Christopher Grey did not come down with the plague. The plague went down before Christopher Grey. He did not administer any drugs, but he was able to heal all those he came in contact with who had contracted the plague. What was his method? It was quite simple. In the case of the adults who came to him, he laid his hand on their foreheads and asked the Lord Jesus to come into their soul in order to heal them. And with the children he did likewise except that he took them into his arms as he asked Jesus Christ to heal them. Did he convert a whole nation because of his efforts? No, of course not. The whites, once they were healed, started talking about psychic forces and psychological factors that harnessed the power of the mind and gave the body assistance in fighting off disease. And many of the coloreds and the Moslems attributed the healing powers of Christopher Grey to the devil. But still, there were more than a few who were cured of the disease who did call on Him who saves for the first time in their lives. Whether that initial awakening will turn into faith is difficult to predict, but the grace of God was present, through Christopher Grey, in that heathen nation.
“Why was Christopher permitted to go about Islamic Britain for six months? Because quite early in his mission of mercy he healed the eight year old son of the High Caliph of London. The High Caliph did not convert, but he did remove all restrictions on Christopher’s movements throughout Islamic Britain. We will not, here in New Britain, relax our vigilance, but for now Christopher’s mission of mercy has made for a more peaceful situation between Christian Britain and Islamic Britain.
“Of course, the larger question is – Why was Christopher able to heal so many people? Certainly it was Jesus Christ who healed them, but why was Christopher able to heal them in Christ’s name, when the rest of us could not? I do not have a definitive answer to that question. There are some things that we simply will not know until we have crossed over to that other shore. But there is one thing I can say about Christopher that might give us a glimmer – a glimmer of God’s grace. I have never known a man less tainted with the pride of intellect than Christopher Grey. No doubt because of the events of his childhood and his young manhood Christopher has looked on knowledge as a revelation from God that comes to the heart that loves. Christopher, throughout his entire life, has rejected the enlightened intellect. He refused to ‘evolve’ away from his ‘childish’ and ‘foolish’ faith in the God-Man, Jesus Christ. I do not have Christopher’s photographic memory, but I have committed Chateaubriand’s comments on the pride of intellect to my memory and my heart:
‘Now, if the primitive constitution of man consisted in accordances such as we find established among other beings, nothing more was necessary for the destruction of this order, or any such harmony in general, than to alter the equilibrium of the forces or qualities. In man this precious equilibrium was formed by the faculties of love and thought. Adam was at the same time the most enlightened and the best of men ; the most powerful in thought and the most powerful in love. But whatever has been created must necessarily have a progressive course. Instead of waiting for new attainments in knowledge to be derived from the revolution of ages, and to be accompanied by an accession of new feelings, Adam wanted to know every thing at once. Observe, too, what is very important : man had it in his power to destroy the harmony of his being in two ways, either by wanting to love too much, or to know too much. He transgressed in the second way; for we are, in fact, far more deeply tinctured with the pride of science than with the pride of love; the latter would have deserved pity rather than punishment, and if Adam had been guilty of desiring to feel rather than to know too much, man himself might, perhaps, have been able to expiate his transgression, and the Son of God would not have been obliged to under-take so painful a sacrifice. But the case was different. Adam sought to embrace the universe, not with the sentiments of his heart, but with the power of thought, and, advancing to the tree of knowledge, he admitted into his mind a ray of light that over-powered it. The equilibrium was instantaneously destroyed, and confusion took possession of man. Instead of that illumination which he had promised himself, a thick darkness overcast his sight, and his guilt, like a veil, spread out between him and the universe. His whole soul was agitated and in commotion ; the passions rose up against the judgment, the judgment strove to annihilate the passions, and in this terrible storm the rock of death witnessed with joy the first of shipwrecks.’
“Christopher, first with his grief for his cherished pet and then later with the death of his beloved wife, loved so much, so deeply, that God vouchsafed him a vision of heaven, a heaven in which those he loved still lived in and through Christ. Christopher has never sought God through an illuminated mind and that is why, in my judgement, God has been able to work miracles by using Christopher’s Christ-imbued heart as a channel of His grace. Does that sound like raving to you? I hope not. In the meantime, Christopher is now back in Christian Britain and is looking forward to another Christmas. I hope this letter finds you well and I hope the White Underground in your area continues to grow. God bless you, and Merry Christmas!”
Taylor: What can I say? I should say I’m surprised, but I’m not. I spent over a year in Christian Britain, which was long enough to get to know the Reverend Grey. He is not like other men.
Morgan: I like the way Father Bontini put it when he said that the plague didn’t bring Christopher down, Christopher brought the plague down. It is true, what Bontini says, that Christopher has more completely purged the rationalist dragon from his soul than the rest of us. That is why he seems to be a man apart from the rest of us.
Taylor: But he doesn’t feel apart from us, isn’t that the key?
Morgan: Yes, it is, he loves much, like his Master.
Taylor: My faith is still in its infancy.
Morgan: So is mine, despite my gray hairs. (They both laugh)
Susan’s mother was wrong; she did not hit Johnny with a bullet from her Glock pistol, which is another example of the insufficiency of mere fire power without accuracy. Johnny was dragging his leg when he fled from Susan’s house because he sprained it when he jumped from the balcony. The 20+ bullets were sprayed all around him, but they did not hit him.
Johnny spent the night dodging the police cars. He knew of hideaways in alleys and old burned-out buildings that the police did not know about. In the early morning, after keeping on the move the entire night, Johnny came to an old dilapidated church on the edge of the city. At first he thought the church was abandoned without any inhabitants, but he saw a light in the adjacent rectory. Starved and desperate, he took a chance and entered the church. Needless to say the church was a ‘converted’ church: the sign outside read, ‘The African Church of North America,’ and inside the usual signs of the new religion were present. The former Stations of the Cross had been replaced by various scenes depicting the evolution of the black race from slaves to gods. Now, instead of Christ, a depiction of the Sacred Negro was at the front of the church. When Johnny entered the church, a white priest, about 75 years of age, was at the altar cleaning up the blood that had been spilled when the sacrificial white victim had been killed on the altar at last night’s service. Johnny limped up to the old man with a vague hope that he could get something to eat without becoming a sacrificial offering himself.
Old Priest: What do we have here? A little white boy. I don’t think you are supposed to be here, are you?
Johnny: Please sir, I’m very hungry, could you give me some food?
Old Priest: Certainly, you just wait here and I’ll bring you some toast and jelly. Would you like that?
Johnny: Please, I’d like any food.
Old Priest: Good, I’ll bring it. (The priest briefly leaves the room and brings back the food. He then sits down and waits until Johnny has eaten.) I’ll bet that makes you feel much better. What is your name?
Johnny: Johnny, sir. And yes, it was good.
Old Priest: Now tell me the truth, Johnny, you are a white runaway, aren’t you? You have run away from the white internment camp.
Johnny: I don’t know what an internment camp means. The guards call it the white pigsty.
Old Priest: It amounts to the same thing.
Johnny: You won’t send me back there, will you?
Old Priest: I am a priest in the African Catholic Church of North America, Johnny. Do you know what that means?
Johnny: It means you are going to send me back.
Old Priest: Johnny, you do not understand. You are a white boy. And as a white boy, you are full of evil, racist prejudices. If you are allowed to grow up free and unrestrained, how could we be sure that you wouldn’t become a racist and hurt a black person? You might even become a member of the White Underground.
Johnny: But why do I have to be a prisoner in the white pigsty? You are white, and you are free.
Old Priest: There is where you are wrong, Johnny. I am not a normal white person. I am an illuminated white. By a process that you are too young to understand, I have become illuminated in my mind, which makes me black inside. To put it in terms that you can understand, let me just say that I thought very hard about how bad it was to be white, and I made myself, by thinking so hard, into a black man.
Johnny: But you still look white to me.
Old Priest: That is only on the outside, Johnny, on the inside I am black, and that is why I am free to perform the holy sacrifice at the altar every Sunday.
Johnny: You kill white people on the altar, don’t you?
Old Priest: I wouldn’t use the term ‘kill,’ Johnny, I would use the term ‘sacrifice.’ We sacrifice whites on the altar of the Sacred Negro.
Johnny: Will I be sacrificed on the altars of the Sacred Negro some day?
Old Priest: Yes, Johnny, you will be sacrificed there, as all members of the internment camps, the whites with no scientific aptitudes, are sacrificed. You, because you tried to run away, will be sacrificed on this altar next Sunday. While I was preparing breakfast for you, I called the police.
Johnny: Why do you hate me so?
Old Priest: I don’t hate you, Johnny, it is not a bad thing to die, especially if we die on the altar of the Sacred Negro.
Johnny: But what happens to us when we die?
Old Priest: We become part of nature, we are absorbed by the elements.
Johnny: But I want to go to heaven when I die, me Johnny, I want to personally go to heaven to meet Jesus.
Old Priest: (very harshly) Who told you about heaven and Jesus?
Johnny: No one told me, I read about Jesus and heaven in a storybook.
Old Priest: (even more harshly) Storybooks, especially old storybooks, are forbidden in the African Republic of North America. Who gave it to you?
Johnny: No one, I found it. There were stories from the book, there were good white people in the book, too, white people who spoke of Jesus and heaven.
Old Priest: (slaps Johnny) That is racism, Johnny. You are not to speak of Jesus in such a manner. He is not a god.
Johnny: “Roses bloom and cease to be, But we shall the Christ child see.”
That was in the book and I believe the book, because there were beautiful stories in the book.
Old Priest: (in a rage) You are not to speak of such things!
Johnny: I will, I will, you are going to kill me anyway!
Old Priest: (leaps upon Johnny and starts strangling him) I’ll kill you, I’ll kill you, you little fiend.
(In the midst of strangling Johnny, the priest has a heart attack and dies. As Johnny rolls free, he hears police sirens outside. As the police mount the stairs, he escapes out the window.)
Act II. Scene 2.
A newly built science compound has been built over the ruins of the restaurant where Sister Jacqueline was taken away by the White Underground. It is dedicated to her. No one is allowed to mention the alleged miracle that happened there. It now houses about 80 white males with scientific aptitudes. They are afforded a little more freedom than the whites in the internment camps; they can get passes to leave the compound on special occasions, and they can receive visitors. Most of their time, however, is spent in the laboratories at the compound. They are not completely free to come and go as the illuminated whites are free to come and go. Susan’s father, Thomas Kent, is one of the scientists living at the compound. He shares a small apartment with another inmate, one Peter Mackenzie, although neither inmate is referred to by name. Kent is Inmate #79 and Mackenzie is Inmate #80. Kent once lived free, but his wife, Susan’s mother, reported him to the feminist branch of the enforcement bureau of the African State Church of North America with a charge of sexism. He was found guilty and sent to the science compound. He would have been executed if not for his scientific expertise. Susan’s mother simply told Susan that her father was dead.
As the scene opens, Kent and Mackenzie are in their apartment after the working day. Kent is reading a scientific journal – all other reading is banned – and Mackenzie is watching a state-sponsored sporting event in which only black athletes are allowed to compete.
Mackenzie: (turning off the set) It isn’t much of a game.
Kent: (looking up from his journal) What’s the matter?
Mackenzie: The game is already over, the Number Two’s got off to too big of a lead.
Kent: That’s a shame.
Mackenzie: I don’t know how you do it.
Kent: Do what?
Mackenzie: Live here without going nuts. I’ve been here 6 months, and already I can’t stand it here. You’ve been here – how long have you been here?
Kent: If you mean how long have I been at this facility, it has only been about 10 months.
Mackenzie: I don’t mean that. How long have you been a laboratory worker?
Kent: Five years. I was once a free worker, but my wife had me sent here.
Mackenzie: That is the downside of getting married.
Kent: Were you ever married?
Mackenzie: No, I was a free white, an illuminated white, but a co-worker reported me for making a racist comment.
Kent: What was it, or shouldn’t I ask?
Mackenzie: I simply wondered why whites, if they were illuminated, shouldn’t be allowed to play in the sporting events.
Kent: And that got you sent here?
Kent: It could have been worse, you could have been executed for such a remark.
Mackenzie: I suppose I was lucky, but still this place is driving me nuts. I’ve only been given two weekend passes since I’ve been here, and those passes are limited to places that are not more than five miles from this laboratory.
Kent: Yes, we are rather confined here.
Mackenzie: What did you do that made your wife report you to the feminist board?
Kent: We had a three-year old daughter named Susan. She would be eight years old now. Well, I don’t know if any man, despite what the feminists say, ever gets rid of a certain feeling that he is dealing with something soft and sweet when he is dealing with the best of the opposite sex. When I thought my wife wasn’t looking or within hearing distance, I hugged my daughter and called her “daddy’s little sweetie pie.” My wife heard me.
Mackenzie: And she reported you?
Kent: Yes, she did. In less than a half-hour, my life as an illuminated white was over, and I became a laboratory worker. It could have been worse if I hadn’t been scientifically inclined.
Mackenzie: Yes, it could have, but still you must get sick of this grind.
Kent: I do, but most of all, I miss my daughter. I’m sure my wife has told her I was an evil man, and has probably told her I am dead.
Mackenzie: Do you hate your wife?
Kent: I suppose I should say I don’t hate her because she was only doing her duty according to the feminist manifesto, but to be honest I must say – Yes, I hate her.
Mackenzie: I don’t think I could ever get up the energy to hate.
Kent: A very wise man once said that we cannot love where we should love, if we do not hate where we should hate.
Mackenzie: Who was that man?
Kent: His name was Edmund Burke.
Mackenzie: Where did you hear of such a man, he isn’t someone we are supposed to know about, I’m sure about that.
Kent: Have you ever heard of Herb Broadhurst?
Mackenzie: Yes, wasn’t he that archivist who joined the White Underground?
Kent: Yes, he was. And it was on this very spot, where this laboratory was built, that Herb joined with the White Underground.
Mackenzie: Did you know him?
Kent: Yes, and he used to tell me about some of the stories of the white people he read about in the Archives.
Mackenzie: He wasn’t supposed to do that, was he?
Kent: No, he wasn’t. Nevertheless, I found his stories from the Archives quite interesting.
Mackenzie: They eliminated the Archives after what happened with Broadhurst, didn’t they?
Kent: Yes, they did.
Mackenzie: Why was what happened at the Inn that used to be here hushed up?
Kent: Many people who were here that Christmas Eve night claimed a miracle occurred. They said a twelve-year-old girl was brought back from the dead.
Mackenzie (laughing) Is that all? She probably just received mouth-to-mouth CPR and recovered from an unconscious state.
Kent: Possibly, but there were some people who insisted that a man brought the girl back to life simply by touching her forehead.
Mackenzie: That is ridiculous. Who was the man?
Kent; No-one is quite sure who he was. He disappeared after the incident. Before the alleged incident occurred he was chained outside in the snow.
Mackenzie: Who had him chained there?
Kent: Sister Jacqueline had him chained there.
Mackenzie: Who released him?
Kent: That’s the problem. Nobody knows how he got rid of his chains. He suddenly appeared at the door without his chains. He then went to the girl, who had been struck dead by one of Sister Jacqueline’s policemen, and brought her back to life. That is how the story goes.
Mackenzie: Pure nonsense.
Mackenzie: What do you mean by ‘maybe’? Surely you don’t think some mysterious stranger actually brought a young girl back to life?
Kent: No, I can’t say that I think that. But I know that Herb Broadhurst thought so, and I really liked that man.
Mackenzie: I didn’t know him. But he wasn’t a scientist, which is why he saw a miracle in something that was scientific. CPR is a wonderful thing, but it is science-based in its principles.
Kent: You’re probably right, but I’d still like to know more about that night.
Mackenzie: What would you still like to know?
Kent: Well, I’d like to know what happened to the mysterious stranger.
Mackenzie: That is easy – he left with the White Underground.
Kent: No, he was gone before the White Underground arrived.
Mackenzie: He was probably waiting outside for them to arrive and left with them.
Mackenzie: You seem to want there to be a mystery where there really is none.
Kent: I suppose I do. But didn’t you say you were bored here?
Mackenzie: Yes, I did.
Kent: Why, if science is all and all, are you bored with it?
Mackenzie: It’s not science I’m bored with, it’s the lack of outside diversions that I miss.
Kent: Well, then I still maintain that if science was all, you wouldn’t need outside diversions.
Mackenzie: I don’t see that.
Kent: Then let’s drop the subject. All I know is that I miss my daughter.
Mackenzie: Wait, I hear something on the balcony.
(Kent goes out onto the balcony and finds a boy – it is Johnny – shivering with cold and barely conscious. He brings him into the apartment.)
The rectory of the major enforcement bureau of the African Catholic Church of North America. Monsignor McKinney (aged 55) and Father Mandela Johnston (age 34) are in the dining room finishing a late breakfast.
Johnston: I see that boy who killed one of our priests is still at large.
McKinney: Yes, I can’t understand why the police haven’t caught him yet. It’s been three days now since the murder.
Johnston: Is it really that important that he is caught? After all, he is just one boy.
McKinney: I’m surprised at you, Father. It’s of vital importance. Father Nicholas was of no particular importance – he didn’t really have a parish, we had put him out to pasture six years ago – but he turned on the tape, as he was required to, before he spoke to that white boy. And that white boy blasphemed against the Sacred Negro.
He quoted from a forbidden book of stories, and he made reference to Christ, not as a forerunner of the Sacred Negro, but as the son of the living God. We must capture that boy and find out where he got that book. And we must find out who spoke to him about Christ. If that boy was an ordinary murderer, he would not be a concern, but since he is a blasphemer he is our concern. When the police apprehend him, they will turn him over to us.
Johnston: I’m sorry, Monsignor, I didn’t realize the seriousness of the matter.
McKinney: It is easy, living as we do, to get complacent. We only associate with our fellow believers, but there is a white underground out there. We can’t forget that.
Johnston: But aren’t they just a small remnant?
McKinney: Small is a relative term. They have had an impact. Just two years ago they took Sister Jacqueline away to be tortured and killed.
Johnston: Do we know if she was killed?
McKinney: We must assume the worst; the white underground are racists.
Johnston: It’s a terrible thing. And what about Father Taylor and Herb Broadhurst? They were members of the Illuminati and they became racists. It makes me sick to think of the enormity of their treachery.
McKinney: Yes, it’s a terrible thing. To know the true God, the Sacred Negro, and then to descend to idolatry, superstition, and racism is unforgivable. I must preside over the trial of an apostate Illuminati today.
Johnston: I didn’t know. Who is it?
McKinney: I don’t believe you know him, it’s Thomas Davenport; he was a psychologist in the Execution Division of our church.
Johnston: The same position that Father Taylor once held?
Johnston: What is it about that position that creates apostates?
McKinney: Don’t be too hasty with your judgements, Father. We have hundreds of priest psychologists, and this is only our second case of apostasy.
Johnston: But even one case is too many.
McKinney: True, but we must keep things in perspective. I am going to look into shorter terms for our psychologists in the execution division. I think the pressure of deciding who must die and who will live grates on the psyche of some men.
Johnston: I don’t think a really grounded man should have a problem. If a white man refuses illumination, he should die; it’s that simple.
McKinney: I agree, but some men seem illuminated and then fall for reasons we still don’t understand.
Johnston: Perhaps today at Thomas Davenport’s trial you will be able to get some insight into his psyche that will help you weed out future apostates.
McKinney: He hasn’t been found guilty yet.
Johnston: But isn’t that just a formality? I heard he made an open declaration of his racism – he said that Jesus Christ was the one and only Son of the Living God.
McKinney: Yes, his guilt seems apparent from what I’ve heard, but I will let him explain himself in open court. Perhaps you’d like to attend.
Johnston: Yes, I would. I’d like to see one of these apostates close-up.
Act III. Scene 2.
The trial of Thomas Davenport, formerly a priest-psychologist in the Execution Division of the African Roman Catholic Church of North America. Monsignor McKinney presiding.
McKinney: State your name.
Davenport: My name is Thomas Davenport.
McKinney: You have been charged with blasphemy against our holy faith. How do you plead?
McKinney: What are you saying? Don’t you want to issue a defense?
Davenport: I am guilty of blasphemy as you describe it. I do not believe in the Sacred Negro. I believe that he is a false god. I believe in the God of the white Europeans whom you persecute, I believe that Jesus Christ is the one true God who died on the cross to save us all from sin and death.
McKinney: Guards, have that man gagged. (Two guards tie Davenport’s hands behind his back and then gag him.) Now, I must say a few words before I pass sentence. You have committed an unpardonable sin against our holy faith. When you attack that faith, you attack us all. We have struggled mightily against white racism, and it is only by the grace afforded us by the Sacred Negro that we have been able to conquer, within our own psyches (note that I do not use the word ‘soul’, which is a concept of white racists), the white racism within. Our illumination has been dearly bought. We cannot permit anyone to try and drag us back to racism.
(Monsignor McKinney rises from his seat and raises his arms in the air) I can see the Sacred Negro in my mind’s eye; he calls on me to pass judgement on the racist before me. (He sits down.) I sentence you to torture and death two days hence. So die all racists.
Johnston: (coming up to Monsignor McKinney after the trial) I didn’t get much of a chance to see into his psyche as he was not allowed to talk.
McKinney: Are you suggesting that I should have let him talk any further after he publicly blasphemed?
Johnston: No, of course not, but I would still like to learn a bit more about him, so I could be of some use in stopping such men from attaining any positions in our church again.
McKinney: I could give you a pass to visit him in his cell. Would you like that?
Johnston: Yes, I would.
McKinney: I’ll arrange it.
Act III. Scene 3.
Father Johnston: I can’t have your death sentence altered, I haven’t the power. And quite frankly, I wouldn’t alter your death sentence even if I had the power to. I think you deserve to die for your apostasy.
Davenport: Did you come here just to tell me that?
Johnston: No, I came here to tell you that if you cooperate with me, if you answer my questions, I can have the torture you are currently scheduled for remitted.
Davenport: I don’t particularly care to be tortured, but I won’t answer any questions that put my fellow Christians in jeopardy.
Johnston: My questions are not that type of questions.
Davenport: If they won’t compromise anyone else, I’ll answer your questions.
Johnston: Good. I would like to know how you, an illuminated white, made the descent into racism. By what process did you go from light to darkness?
Davenport: Of course, I do not see it as you see it. From my perspective I went from darkness to light. But since you ask me, I’ll try to articulate the reason for what you call ‘my apostasy.’
Like you, like all whites who are allowed to grow up and live in the African Republic of North America, I believed that the negro was sacred. I believed that we, as white men, were called upon to serve the negro with our whole heart, mind, and soul. And for many years, I did just that. All my work in the science lab was holy work to me, because it was done in the name of the sacred negro, it was done to make the sacred negroes’ lives here on earth more pleasant.
I was given permission to marry a white woman, because I had demonstrated my scientific aptitude. The Illuminati on the council felt that my offspring might also be scientifically inclined. I was relieved when my son, at age three, scored very high on the scientific aptitude tests, because I saw there was an excellent chance that he would be allowed to live, that he would not have to be executed. Even though I knew it was in violation of Section III, Article 17 of the African Republic of North American’s constitution, I had formed a very close bond with my son and my wife.
Johnston: Even though you knew such bonds were forbidden? When you knew that the procreation of the species was not supposed, within the bond of white marriage, to be connected with sentiment?
Davenport: Yes, I did form ties of sentiment with my wife and child. I just couldn’t seem to help myself. But I still believed in the sacred negro despite my sentimental attachment to a white child and a white woman.
Johnston: I do not see how the two principles can be reconciled, but please proceed with your story.
Davenport: When Edmund was 6 years old, my wife died tragically in what they told me was a car accident.
Johnston: You don’t believe it was a car accident?
Davenport: I believed it at the time, but now I know differently. I know that she was raped and murdered by your black gods. She got lost – she was always bad with directions – and drove into the rape and murder zone.
Johnston: You know that it is perfectly legal for blacks to rape and murder any white woman without a special pass. Did your wife have her pass?
Davenport: I don’t k now for sure, she might have forgotten it that day. But should that make a difference? Why should the blacks have the right to rape and murder white women even if they don’t have a pass?
Johnston: If you weren’t already scheduled for execution, that statement alone would be your death warrant. But go on — if you tell me your whole story, I will keep my promise and remit your torture.
Davenport: After my wife’s death, I had only my son left to live for.
Johnston: You know that was wrong. You are not to live for what used to be called kith and kin; you are to live solely for the Sacred Negro.
Davenport: I know that is how it is supposed to be, but you asked me to tell my story.
Johnston: Go ahead.
Davenport: Two years after my wife’s death, Edmund was eight; he contracted the plague. It came as quite a shock to me because he got the plague at a time when it had virtually died out in this country. It was still raging in Europe, but we no longer had any active cases. I could only conclude that I had carried it home from the lab. I had been working with the virus in order to develop a vaccine.
Now, before you interrupt me again, let me say that I knew I was supposed to report Edmund’s illness. But I didn’t, because I knew he would be executed. I packed up as many provisions as I could carry in the minivan and took Edmund to the mountains. I wanted him, if he had to die, to die in peaceful surroundings, not in a science lab. My special illuminated status allowed me to pass through the sentries guarding the roads.
Johnston: Did your son die in the mountains, then?
Davenport: No, he did not. The White Underground came upon us. That is all I will say. They came to me, a man who had sent hundreds of white Christians to their deaths for their refusal to worship the Sacred Negro, and they helped my son.
Johnston: How could they help your son? The plague is and was incurable.
Davenport: They told me there was a man in Britain who could cure the plague. He had just returned to Christian Britain after healing thousands of plague victims in Islamic Britain.
Johnston: And who was the man?
Davenport: His name was…
Johnston: Christopher Grey?
Johnston: He never cured anyone, all that is nonsense.
Davenport: He cured my son.
Johnston: If your son got better, it was a psychic phenomenon, it had nothing to do with Christopher Grey.
Davenport: That’s what Christopher Grey said: he said he had nothing to do with my son’s recovery. Only he did not call it a psychic phenomenon. He said that it was Jesus Christ who healed my son and that he was merely a vehicle for Christ.
Johnston: That is blasphemy. There are no miracles outside of the natural world. The so-called miracles are psychic phenomena. We must look to the Sacred Negro for the real miracles, the miracle of the Natural Savage untainted by the non-illuminated whites.
Davenport: So you say. But I saw a miracle. I had a mask and gloves on, a mask and gloves I had especially designed for myself when the plague had hit our country. The White Underground had us isolated from the rest of their population, but they kept us supplied with food and water. I didn’t believe that my son could be cured, since he had entered the final stages of the disease, but there was a great peace amongst those people that made me glad that I had fled the city with my son. It was — you can make of this what you want — on the third day that I was among the White Underground that he, Christopher Grey, appeared. He simply nodded to me and walked right up to my son and took him in his arms. To me he looked like an enormous angel, like something from another world. He said, “Please, Lord Jesus, come into your child, Edmund Davenport, and cure him.”
He held him for another two or three minutes in his arms and then he laid him back on the bed. And my son was plague free! I wept and I believed. I fell on my knees before Christopher and started to thank him. But he got on his knees beside me and thanked our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. And he was right — at that moment, when I saw my son healed through the power of Christ, I believed. Most certainly I am the least of God’s children, because I persecuted His people, and I needed to see before I believed, but still I now belong to Him. I was captured by your police force when I came back to get a few of my things, but I am thankful that my son is with the White Underground. And that is my story. If it will make my death less painful, I am glad I told it to you. If not, it will not change my faith.
Johnston: You truly deserve the death sentence that Monsignor McKinney gave you. As for the torture that is customary in these cases, I’m afraid I lied to you. I do not have the power to remit your torture. And quite frankly I wouldn’t do it if I could. You deserve to be tortured because you have gone over to the racist Europeans, the Christers, and must be punished most severely with torture and death.
Davenport: So be it then. I know He will sustain me.
Johnston: Jailer! It’s time to let me out.
Morgan: (outside the cell) The jailer is temporarily indisposed. I relieved him of his duties. You and Mr. Davenport are coming with me.
Johnston: Who are you?
Morgan: My name is Morgan.
Johnston: The leader of the White Underground?
Morgan: Yes, and you are going to meet many of my friends and some of your former friends such as Sister Jacqueline, who remains our prisoner.
Johnston: Hel… (Morgan muffles his scream and takes him away, accompanied by the newest member of the White Underground, Thomas Davenport.
The apartment of Thomas Kent and Peter Mackenzie. Kent has placed Johnny in his bed, covered him with blankets, and brought him a cup of hot chocolate. Johnny has regained consciousness.
Kent: And where have you come from? Easy on the milk, don’t drink it too quickly.
Johnny: I’m so hungry and thirsty.
Kent: I’ll get you something to eat as well, but take your time with it. (Kent goes into the kitchen to get Johnny some leftovers. Mackenzie speaks to him in the kitchen.)
Mackenzie: I’m sure that is the runaway white kid the police are looking for.
Mackenzie: Then we’ll have to turn him in right now.
Kent: Let’s wait a bit, at least let him eat.
Mackenzie: What’s the use of that, he will be killed as soon as they take him.
Kent: Still, I’d like to give him this chicken.
Kent: It would give me pleasure to feed a human being instead of a laboratory rat.
Mackenzie: Don’t be absurd, I’m calling the police. (He walks over to the phone. As he does so Kent goes to his desk drawer and draws out a small semiautomatic pistol.)
Kent: Leave the phone alone.
Mackenzie: Have you gone mad?
Kent: Quite probably I have gone mad. Which is all the more reason why you shouldn’t touch that phone — I will shoot.
Mackenzie: All right, I won’t touch the phone. But if you harbor a white escapee from the internment camp we will both be executed.
Kent: Don’t worry, I’ll see to it that you’re not implicated. Put your hands behind your back. (Kent ties and gags Mackenzie and puts him in the closet. Then he goes into the bedroom, bringing Johnny the chicken. When Johnny finishes eating, Kent speaks to him.)
Kent: You’ve been very busy these last few days, haven’t you?
Johnny: Yes, I have, and I’m very tired.
Kent: Well, in just a little while you can get some sleep. But first I’d like you to tell me your story.
Johnny: Like in the storybooks?
Kent: Yes, if that will make it easier for you.
Johnny: Well, once upon a time I was born in a big prison camp. I don’t know who my father and mother were, because I never, that I can remember, had anyone around me. There were only black men with whips and sticks around me. They always beat me. They told me if I failed the tests, they would kill me and eat me, just like the witch in the Hansel and Gretel story.
Kent: Did they, the guards, tell you about Hansel and Gretel?
Johnny: No, that was a book I found two years ago. I read it many, many times when no-one was paying any attention to me. I had a hiding place for the book just outside the camp. I also had a little tunnel I dug that led outside the camp. That is where I read the book and visited Susan.
Kent: Who was Susan?
Johnny: She was a white girl I used to go and see. I thought she liked me. I still think she does, but when I called her mother a witch, she screamed, and her mother shot at me. That was about five days ago, but I’m not sure exactly how long it has been. A lot has happened to me since that time.
Kent: What was the last name of Susan?
Johnny: I’m not sure what Susan’s last name was. But her mother’s last name was Wagner.
Kent: Johnny, that young girl is my daughter.
Johnny: Then she should be with you. I’m sure she is not happy with her mother, because her mother ties her to a chair when she is bad.
Kent: I don’t think Susan could be so bad as to warrant being tied to a chair.
Johnny: I think that was my fault. When Susan played with me, she was being ‘racist,’ so her mother punished her.
Kent: Yes, she would do that. You were right, Johnny, Susan’s mother is a witch.
Johnny: I thought so. But what can we do? Susan shouldn’t have to live with a witch.
Kent: No, she shouldn’t. I’m going to take care of that. But you haven’t finished telling me your story. How did you end up here, and why are the police chasing you?
Johnny: They say I killed a priest of the African Roman Catholic Church of North America.
Kent: Wait, before you go any further, let me get my roommate out of the closet. I really shouldn’t have put him there. (Kent leaves the room for ten minutes and then comes back with Mackenzie.) Now, Johnny, please go on with your story. My friend here will listen as well. And when you have finished, we will both leave together while my friend calls the police, but not before he has given us a half-hour head start. Isn’t that right, Peter?
Kent: Go ahead, Johnny.
Johnny: Susan’s mother, the witch, started shooting at me, so of course I had to run away. I couldn’t go back to the prison camp like I used to do because I knew Susan’s mother had called the police. So I ran and hid, and I ran and hid some more until I came to an old African Roman Catholic Church. The priest there started being nice to me. He gave me something to eat, and he seemed kind. But when I said, “Roses bloom and cease to be; But we shall the Christ child see,” he attacked me and started to choke me. I thought I was going to die, but then he suddenly stopped choking me. He rolled over on the floor beside me and stopped breathing. Then I saw the police cars outside the window and I ran away. As I was running away, I heard someone yelling I had murdered the old priest. I didn’t murder him, but I knew they would kill me anyway because of Susan’s mother, so I kept running.
Kent: How did you survive for five days and nights?
Johnny: I grabbed some food off the old priest’s table before I ran from that church. I made that last two days. Since then I haven’t eaten until now. It was on my fifth day of hiding and running that I came upon the big church festival. It was being held outside.
Kent: What were they doing at the festival?
Johnny: They were killing white people, isn’t that what they always do at religious festivals?
Johnny: Well, they had all the white people lined up – there must have been hundreds of them lined up waiting their turn to be killed on the altars of the big outdoor church. The black guards all had those guns that shoot a lot of bullets.
Kent: Were you hidden during the festival?
Johnny: Yes, I was in the bushes on a hill overlooking the festival. But I guess I wasn’t paying attention because a black sentry came up behind me and grabbed me. “How did you escape,” he said. I tried to get away, but he held me tight and started to carry me down to the religious festival where the whites were being killed. But halfway down the hill somebody started shooting at the black guards, and I heard one of them say, “It’s Morgan and the White Underground.” Then the white prisoners started running for cover, and the black guards started shooting back at the White Underground people. But soon all the blacks were dead, and the White Underground people came and started telling the white people they could come with them. I tried to cry out to the White Underground people, but the black man held his hand over my mouth and started running into the hills with me.
Kent: Didn’t anybody from the White Underground see him running away with you?
Johnny: No, I guess we were too far away.
Kent: But you’re here now. Somebody must have helped you get away?
Johnny: Somebody did — his name was Michael.
Kent: Tell me about it.
Johnny: Well, the black guard was quite angry with the White Underground for killing all his friends. That is what he said, but he didn’t really seem as sorry for his friends getting killed as he seemed sorry that all the whites weren’t going to be killed. He kept saying, “Well, at least I’ll kill you, at least I’ll kill you.” And when we came to a clearing, he put handcuffs on me and made me kneel down while he built a fire. He said he planned to roast me alive. When he got the fire nice and hot, he undid my handcuffs, picked me up, and threw me in the fire.
Kent: Johnny, how is that possible – you don’t have any burn marks on your body?
Johnny: I didn’t burn up because he was there in the fire.
Kent: Who was there?
Johnny: Saint Michael the Archangel. That was his name.
Kent: Did he tell you that was his name?
Johnny: Yes, he did, and he said the Christ Child had sent him to watch out for me. He told me that Baby Jesus had heard me calling on Him by name when I told the old priest that, “Roses bloom and cease to be. But we the Christ child shall see.”
Mackenzie: This is too much. The child is lying, he is making all this up.
Kent: Is he?
Mackenzie: Of course he is, you don’t seriously believe in archangels and the baby Jesus?
Kent: People once believed in such things.
Mackenzie: Yes, in the age of superstition people believed in a lot of things, no doubt. But we are men of science.
Kent: You are a man of science. And you can have it.
Mackenzie: You believe his story?
Kent: I want to believe it.
Mackenzie: That’s not what I asked you. I asked you if you believed his story.
Kent: (Looks at Johnny and seems to be studying his face) Yes, I believe his story, more than I believe in that science lab over there.
Mackenzie: You’re insane!
Johnny: The angel Michael must have known you would believe me because he took me here after he killed the black man. He told me you would take care of me.
Kent: If the angel told you that, then I will take care of you. We shall join a friend of mine, Herb Broadhurst, in the White Underground. But first I must go rescue my daughter Susan from that witch. Would you like that?
Johnny: Yes, I would, very much!
Kent: (addressing Mackenzie) You’ve promised me one half-hour head start.
Mackenzie: I’ll give you more than that, I won’t phone in a missing person report until the morning.
Mackenzie: (with a wave of his hand) Get out of here before you have me seeing angels.
Act IV. Scene 2.
Susan’s apartment. Johnny has shown Kent where he can climb up to Susan’s bedroom. Kent climbs up into Susan’s bedroom, but he goes through Susan’s bedroom to the witch’s bedroom. Without waking the witch, he goes to the dresser, opens a drawer, and removes the clip from his wife’s Glock. Then he goes back to Susan’s bedroom and gently wakes her. Johnny has been waiting there in the bedroom as well.
Kent: Do you hear me, Susan?
Susan: Yes, who are you?
Kent: I’m sure you don’t remember me, but I am your father, and I’ve come to take you away from here to a better place. And I’m taking Johnny with me as well.
Susan: My father is dead.
Kent: No, that is not true. I am your father. Look at me, Susan, look very carefully at my face.
Susan: I am looking.
Kent: What do you see?
Susan: (suddenly lighting up) I see love there, you love me! I know you must be my father!
Kent: Then you’ll come with me?
Susan: Yes, oh yes!
(At this point, Susan’s mother, the witch, enters the bedroom.)
The Witch: (pointing the Glock at Kent) I don’t know how you got here, but you’ll never leave here, you disgusting white male. (She pulls the trigger of the Glock, but of course nothing happens.)
Kent: I removed the bullets, my dear. (The witch rushes at Kent, her fists flailing, but Kent knocks her out with a straight right-hand punch. Then he goes over to her to see if she is still alive. She is still breathing.)
Susan: Why does my mother hate everyone?
Kent: Your mother is a liberal, Susan.
Susan: What is a liberal?
Kent: A liberal is someone who hates Jesus Christ, and because liberals hate Jesus Christ, they hate His people.
Susan: I don’t understand. Who is Jesus Christ?
Kent: I don’t understand much myself, Susan, but where we are going, there will be many people who understand about these things. They will tell us about creatures such as your mother who hate everyone, and they will show us other people who love one another as Jesus Christ once told us to do.
(Speaking more to himself now than to the others, Kent looks at his wife.) I thought I loved you. You’re still beautiful, at least on the outside. Maybe that is why I was punished through you. I only looked on the outside, not on the inside.
Johnny: Will we go now?
Kent: Yes, let me tie her up and gag her before we go.
Johnny: Roses bloom and cease to be, but we the Christ child shall see.
A room in the mountain headquarters of the White Underground. Herb Broadhurst, Morgan, Kent, and Thomas Davenport are there.
Kent: I’m very grateful to you for taking me, my daughter, and Johnny into your mountain refuge. We certainly were in need of a refuge.
Morgan: We all are. There are many such refuges scattered throughout the continent.
Kent: Are you the leader?
Morgan: Yes, but every refuge has their own, for want of a better word, clan leader. I simply keep all the various clan chapters in touch with each other and ultimately in touch with King Arthur II of Britain.
Kent: Who was crowned by Christopher Grey?
Kent: Is he actually a real person? I’ve heard so many strange stories about him.
Davenport: He is quite real. He has been here for the past month. He came to heal my son and show the worst of sinners, one Thomas Davenport, the grace of Jesus Christ. He’ll be returning to Britain tomorrow, but tonight he’ll celebrate Christmas with us.
Kent: I’d like to meet him, but I must say this whole Christian thing is a little above and beyond me.
Broadhurst: It’s above and beyond all of us to some extent. We all are infants in our faith.
Morgan: Yes, we are, but we believe.
(Christopher Grey enters the room.)
Grey: Lord, I believe, help my unbelief. That is always our prayer. But it takes faith to make that prayer (looking at Kent and Davenport). Allow me to invoke an ancient privilege. Please kneel.
(They all kneel, while Grey prays.)
Dear God, please bless these, your children; help them to know you in and through their brothers and sisters in Christ, gathered together here in your name. Keep them always in your heart and give them the grace to allow you into their hearts. We ask this, in the name of Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior, Amen.
Grey: I’ll be back before I return to Britain, but right now I have a very important appointment with a young boy.
Act V. Scene 2.
At the top of the mountain refuge where thousands of white Christians live, there is a huge nativity scene. Christopher Grey takes Johnny by the hand, and together they walk to the top of the mountain and stand before the representation of the Baby Jesus in the manger with the Virgin Mary, Joseph, the Wise Men, and the Shepherds kneeling before Him.
Johnny: Is this the Baby Jesus?
Grey: No, it’s just a model, a picture in wood of the Baby Jesus.
Johnny: It’s a nice picture, but I want to see the real Baby Jesus.
Grey: Why must you see him, Johnny?
Johnny: Because I love Him. “Roses bloom and cease to be, but we the Christ child shall see.”
Grey: You shall see Him, Johnny. I want you to kneel down. Cup your hands like this (Grey cups his hands in prayer) and listen to what I say. (Grey recites, from memory, the nativity story from the Gospel of Luke:
“And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus, that all the world should be taxed. (And this taxing was first made when Cyrenius was governor of Syria.) And all went to be taxed, every one into his own city. And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judaea, unto the city of David, which is called Bethlehem; (because he was of the house and lineage of David:) To be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with child. And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered. And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn. And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men. And it came to pass, as the angels were gone away from them into heaven, the shepherds said one to another, Let us now go even unto Bethlehem, and see this thing which is come to pass, which the Lord hath made known unto us. And they came with haste, and found Mary, and Joseph, and the babe lying in a manger. And when they had seen it, they made known abroad the saying which was told them concerning this child. And all they that heard it wondered at those things which were told them by the shepherds. But Mary kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart. And the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things that they had heard and seen, as it was told unto them.”
Grey: Did you see Him, Johnny?
Johnny: Yes, I did, but I saw another person standing with the Baby Jesus. It was a man with a crown of thorns on His head and deep cuts in His hands and His side. And when I saw the crown of thorns and the wounds, I cried inside my heart, because I was sorry for Him. But then He became all shiny and bright, and He was beautiful. He still had marks on Him but they were healed. And I knew He loved me, I just knew it.
Grey: The Baby Jesus is that Man with the crown of thorns and the wounds. And the Baby Jesus is that wonderful Man of light. He is Christ, He is our Savior. Do you believe in Him, Johnny?
Grey: Let’s go down the mountain. Your young friend Susan is waiting for you down there and so are the rest of your friends.
Johnny: Do they love the Baby Jesus too?
Grey: Yes, they do.
Act V. Scene 3. Finis.
The Rev. Grey reads from Luke, chapter 2, and then he leads the faithful in song:
Away in a manger No crib for his bed The little Lord Jesus Laid down his sweet head The stars in the sky Looking down where he lay The little Lord Jesus Asleep on the hay
The cattle are lowing The poor baby wakes But little Lord Jesus No crying he makes I love Thee, Lord Jesus Look down from the sky And stay by my cradle Till morning is nigh
Be near me, Lord Jesus I ask Thee to stay Close by me for ever And love me, I pray Bless all the dear children In Thy tender care And take us to Heaven To live with Thee there And take us to Heaven To live with Thee there.
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And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men. –Luke 2: 8-14
One of the pro-Trumpers at the rally I attended two weeks ago asked me what I thought Trump’s chances were to overturn the election fraud. When I said I didn’t think he had much of a chance, the pro-Trumper got quite angry with me. He went through the whole case for Trump and demanded that I see Trump was going to win. I told him again that I was hoping and praying for a Trump victory, and that I knew Trump had a slam-dunk, unimpeachable case against the Demon-crats. “Then why don’t you think Trump is going to win?” the Trumper demanded. I could have referred him to Stevenson’s “Thrawn Janet,” (see “The Sacred Heritage,” Sept. 30, 2007), but instead I kept it simple: “I don’t believe that there are enough legislators or judges in this country who are interested in justice.”
Our entire system of government is based on the theological error that has gained the upper hand in our churches. That error, or to be more accurate, that blasphemy, says that God does not reveal Himself to human hearts, He reveals Himself to human minds. Acting on that theological blasphemy, the European people built house-of-cards churches and house-of-cards governments, which were based on the supremacy of reason over revelation and the mind over the heart. We have all seen the image of Blind Justice with the scales in her hands. But should justice be blind? If the blind lead the blind, shall not both fall into a ditch?
Justice should not be blind to the precepts of the living God who requires mercy and not sacrifice. Reason, unilluminated by a heart connected to Our Lord and Savior, will always make decisions grounded in Satan’s hatred of Christ and His people. The scholastics thought to avoid the evils inherent in human hearts by placing pure reason above the heart and making the human mind the conduit for God’s grace. But doesn’t that ignore the reality of our relationship with God? Are we pagans who come to God through illuminated minds? Our Lord and His apostle, St. Paul, made it clear: God comes to man through the human heart. The theologians, the men who have made a serious study of God, have told us that God was incorrect. The human heart, they tell us, is too sinful and problematic to be a conduit of God’s grace. They have corrected God in the same manner that Dostoyevsky’s Grand Inquisitor corrected Christ: “You thought too much of man, you should not have given him the freedom to choose between God and the devil.” But God has chosen, in defiance of the experts on God, to “impart to human hearts the blessings of His heaven.”
All decisions for good or evil are made in the human heart. Once those decisions are made, we use our reason to support those decisions. Philosophers and theologians, who try to reverse that process by claiming that the mind instructs the heart, fly in the face of reality and always increase the suffering of individual human beings who try to adhere to their theological and philosophical precepts. Every theologian or philosopher who derides sentiment has some underlying sentiment in his heart that rules his reason. The mad-dog liberal’s overriding passion is self-love, and he hates Christ because to acknowledge Christ as his Savior would be an acknowledgement that he, the liberal, is not a god. So it is with the pagan white nationalists. They hate whites for the same reason the Jews hate whites – the white race once championed the living God. The European people’s ancient faith is in direct conflict with the white nationalists’ creed – “Nearer my genes to me, nearer to me, Because it is my DNA that leadeth me.” The liberal must have the negro as his savior because the negro does not challenge his intellect, which is his true God. And the white nationalist must have the same God – his intellect. The end result of such self-love is the deification of reason as defined by the image of justice with the blindfold. But there is no such thing as blind, rational justice. Reason is a whore; she peeks out over the blindfold and decides in favor of the prevailing powers that be. When the powers that be are liberal, which translates to satanic, then ‘justice’ is satanic. (1)
World War I marked the end of the Christ-believing European people, but it did not mark the end of an ethically Christian people. That Christian ethos survived through the first half of the twentieth century as a significant force in our courts of justice. By the second half of the twentieth century, 1965 was the demarcation point, the Christian ethos had disappeared from officialdom. Henceforth, the Christian ethos was banned to the underground with its parent, the Christian faith. When Trumpers look to blind justice, which is not blind, to remedy injustice – the fraudulent election – they are seeking redemption from the devil just as the pro-lifers have been seeking redemption from the devil for the past forty-seven years.
Is there no hope then for an electoral victory? There is a very slight hope. The liberals won’t have a change of heart; the fact that Trump won the election will not compel them to concede the election to Trump. Our courts are filled with liberals who will rule according to what Satan wills. And Satan has decreed that there shall be no Christian presence in his Demon-cracy. The slight chance Trump has involves a repudiation of nonviolence on the part of Trump’s supporters. The liberals must be afraid that Trump’s supporters will not remain nonviolent if they are disenfranchised. They must make it clear that there shall be no peace if there is no justice.
This election fraud has its antecedents in the legalization of abortion forty-seven years ago. I used to protest outside an abortion clinic listening, with impotent rage, to snide remarks from the abortion doctors and their aides when they went past me on the way to the abortuaries. It made me wonder, “What would it take to stop such fiends from hell from doing what they are doing?” An appeal to their reason? No, their reason told the abortion doctors they would earn over $100,000 a week at the clinics. Why should they turn down that money? If a man or woman has turned their heart over to Satan they can only be dealt with as Edgar dealt with his evil brother in King Lear and as Macduff dealt with Macbeth. The justices who are refusing to hear the fraud cases and the legislators who are ready to “move on with the Biden presidency” must be made to fear for their lives if they chose liberalism over justice, just as the abortion doctors who choose to kill babies for profit must be forced to face the ultimate penalty if they continue with their blood fests.
My ‘prejudices’ regarding the black race were already formed before I became a police officer. What I saw as a police officer hardened me in my ‘prejudices.’ The blacks were indeed a ‘gifted’ race: they had a ‘gift’ for murderous savagery. But the horror of black savagery cannot compare with the pure, unmitigated evil of white liberalism. We are now witnessing, in the United States of America, an embodiment of the ‘purest’ manifestation of Satan that mankind has ever known since the devil’s appearance in the Garden of Eden. All the evils of the ancient and modern reigns of terror – Babylon, Sodom and Gomorrah, the French Jacobins, the Northern Reconstructionists, the Soviet Gulags — have been synthesized and institutionalized in the United States of America. Our “beacon light” of “freedom” is a satanic horror. Can that horror be exorcised by a plea for justice addressed to the merciless angel of injustice and merciless cruelty?
The liberals have crossed a moral Rubicon, which has never been crossed before. We must see that horror for what it is. The great pastor and poet from Denmark, N. F. S. Grundtvig, spent his life emphasizing, “the human first.” What did he mean by that line in his most famous poem? He was defending the human heart over the illuminated mind. There was still, Grundtvig the poet maintained, even after the Fall, something of God left in the heart of man. A man could respond to God’s grace. Hence, if you deny what is truly human in man, you deny the image of God in man. That is the essence of Satanism, to destroy the image of God in man. Surely we can now see, if we look at modern liberalism, that Satan has imprinted his image throughout all the major institutions of our nation. We are commanded to follow Satan’s dictates in Church and State. Through the worship of the Sacred Negro we are bound to Satan. The “we are not prejudiced” and the “we are not violent” affirmations of the Trumpers will not put a dent in the satanic armour of the liberals. We must be prejudiced, we must love our own, and we must, because we love much, be violent in the face of the liberals’ violent attacks on the unborn and the white race.
The half-Christian, half-liberal faith of the Trumpers plays right into the hands of the liberals who are whole-heartedly committed to Satan. The Trumpers have taken Christ’s injunction to “love your enemy” and twisted it around so that it has come to mean, in their religion, that there is no such thing as evil. But that is not Christian. Alfred first defeated his enemies, the pagan Danes, and then extended mercy to them – he did not surrender to them because he thought heathenism and Christianity were compatible. Pickwick dedicated his life to the pursuit of Alfred Jingle, who defrauded orphans and widows. It was only when he met, in prison, the repentant Jingle, who was at death’s door, that Pickwick extended his hand to Jingle in Christian charity:
“Good fellow,” said Jingle, pressing his hand, and turning his head away. “Ungrateful dog—boyish to cry—can’t help it—bad fever—weak—ill—hungry. Deserved it all—but suffered much—very.” Wholly unable to keep up appearances any longer, and perhaps rendered worse by the effort he had made, the dejected stroller sat down on the stairs, and, covering his face with his hands, sobbed like a child.
“Come, come,” said Mr. Pickwick, with considerable emotion, “we will see what can be done, when I know all about the matter. Here, Job; where is that fellow?”
“Here, sir,” replied Job, presenting himself on the staircase. We have described him, by-the-bye, as having deeply-sunken eyes, in the best of times. In his present state of want and distress, he looked as if those features had gone out of town altogether.
“Here, sir,” cried Job.
“Come here, sir,” said Mr. Pickwick, trying to look stern, with four large tears running down his waistcoat. “Take that, sir.”
Take what? In the ordinary acceptation of such language, it should have been a blow. As the world runs, it ought to have been a sound, hearty cuff; for Mr. Pickwick had been duped, deceived, and wronged by the destitute outcast who was now wholly in his power. Must we tell the truth? It was something from Mr. Pickwick’s waistcoat-pocket, which chinked as it was given into Job’s hand, and the giving of which, somehow or other imparted a sparkle to the eye, and a swelling to the heart, of our excellent old friend, as he hurried away.
Does Christian charity, the charity that never faileth, mean that we must not fight against evil? That is, as Hamlet says, “The Question.” I believe, as Burke believed, that there is a “charity of honor” which compels us to fight, with all our heart and soul, against inhuman, heathen savagery and merciless, liberal cruelty. My heart goes out to my youngest daughter and my wife when they weep at every new cruelty and debauchery of the liberals. And my heart went out to that wheel-chair-bound Trumper who wept when a kind female Trump supporter gave him a free Trumpy bear. There is an agony of compassion in our hearts when we see the pain and suffering of our kith and kin. We long to fight against the inhuman creatures who are the cause of that pain and suffering. But must we end up like Lear in the storm, vowing to “do such things that shall be the terrors of the earth,” and then die, having failed to “do such things”? When the evil is so pervasive, when it is an evil such as the world has never seen before, how do you strike out against it? It is not a case of assassinating one tyrant, which would not be difficult. But when there is a vast network of men and women committed to the rule of Satan, whom do you strike first, and how do you know the most effective way to engage the enemy? One starts by seeing things with a heart that loves. The devil exists, and he works his will through the inhumanity of liberalism. We cannot make the liberals disappear by refusing to see them for what they are: the devil’s own. Only He who saves, if we call on Him by name, can give us the wisdom, the heart, and the courage to fight the devil and his minions.
I will do the Christmas things this Christmas. But I won’t lie – the liberals have pushed their satanic visages right to my door with this election fraud. My Christmas celebration will have a defiant element to it that it has not had in previous years. I would prefer a more peaceful celebration. But that is the nature of the world we live in right now.
The usual Christmas story will appear on this blog on December 19th and 26th. On January 2nd, I will, God willing, return as usual. God bless you, in defiance of the liberals, this Christmas and in the Christmases to come. +
(1) ”Blind” justice has decided not to hear the Texas election fraud case. Our Supreme Court exists to ensure that Satan shall reign forever in the United States. Let us look to the one, higher authority, Jesus Christ, to sustain us in the war that we must fight against the most satanic army in human history.
I will be flesh and blood; For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently, However they have writ the style of gods And made a push at chance and sufferance.
– Much Ado About Nothing
On the instant stood revealed, as though he had blown down the ages, a pure Goth, unchanged in any essential since his fathers had left their forests and through all obstacles, even through ranks of Roman legionaries, sword in hand had hewn their way straight to the goal of their desires. He was a Goth in all his appetites and habits, a Goth unchanged, unfettered. True to his instincts, true to his traditions, fearing nothing, loving only his own, loving and hating with all his heart—a Goth.
–Under the Crust, Thomas Nelson Page
The advice, “take things philosophically,” was in common parlance when I was growing up. If your favorite sport team failed to win, you were advised to take it philosophically: “It’s only a game and there is always next season.” If your brother got that last extra piece of apple crumb pie at Thanksgiving that you had regarded as yours, you were advised to take that disappointment philosophically: “Someday your mother, possibly at Christmas, will make another apple crumb pie, and you can beat your brother to the second helping.” But can the greater tragedies of life, assuming there are greater tragedies than your failure to get a second helping of apple crumb pie, be overcome by “taking things philosophically”? Can the death of our loved ones and the contemplation of our own death, for instance, be assuaged by taking death philosophically? Plato tells us that, yes, even death itself can be overcome by taking things philosophically. He tells us that his mentor, Socrates, who spent his life telling everyone around him to disbelieve in everything around them, took hemlock at the behest of the state. And he took the hemlock serenely and contentedly while talking over the merits of the state’s case against him with his philosophically-minded friends. What do we think of such serenity? I look on it with horror. It is the serenity of superficiality that Balzac describes when he tells us how a man who has been a superficial humbug all his life manages to maintain that superficiality even in the face of death. I prefer Longfellow’s Christian stance vis-à-vis the tragedy of death –
Tell me not in mournful numbers, ‘Life is but an empty dream!’ For the soul is dead that slumbers. And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; ‘Dust thou art, to dust returnest.’ Was not spoken of the soul.
Stalin, one of the great liberal icons, once said that the death of one individual is a tragedy, but the death of two million people is a statistic. Spoken like a true philosopher. Let me throw Ivan Karamazov and Alyosha Karamazov into the debate. Ivan, the philosopher, asks Alyosha if he would build the happiness of all mankind on the suffering of one innocent child. Alyosha, the Christian, replies, “No, I would not.” Plato would build the happiness of mankind on the suffering of one – nay, not just one, but on millions upon millions of innocent victims, because Plato viewed life philosophically; he believed in an universal aggregate called mankind but despised individual human beings. Our Lord eschewed universals and came to save individual human beings from death. Plato and all the lesser philosophers that followed in his train tell us “in mournful numbers, that life is but an empty dream” for individual men and women of flesh and blood, but we can lose ourselves in the serenity of universal thought that will cure our longing for the “touch of a vanished hand and the sound of a voice that is still.” Is that correct? Can good, sound thinking transcend tragedy? No, it cannot. Taking things philosophically can only be a remedy for those men and women who have steeped themselves in trivialities and superficiality. Does the survival of planet earth, for instance, which you bring about by recycling, really help you face your own death and the death of your loved ones? The complete capitulation of organized Christian Jewry to Platonic universalism has left the European Everyman without his ancient faith in the God-Man who died on the cross to save us from sin and death. We are a people without the star of Bethlehem as our guide because Plato has replaced Christ. My heart soared when I first read Hughes’ Tom Brown at Oxford, because in that work he defended the God-Man, Jesus Christ, against the heathen philosopher who cast a pall over Christian Europe.
The result of Hardy’s management was that Tom made a clean breast of it, telling everything, down to his night at the ragged school, and what an effect his chance opening of the “Apology” had had on him. Here for the first time Hardy came in with his usual dry, keen voice, “You needn’t have gone so far back as Plato for that lesson.”
“I don’t understand,” said Tom.
“Well, there’s something about an indwelling spirit which guideth every man, in St. Paul, isn’t there?”
“Yes, a great deal,” Tom answered, after a pause; “but it isn’t the same thing.”
“Why not the same thing?”
“Oh, surely, you must feel it. It would be almost blasphemy in us now to talk as St. Paul talked. It is much easier to face the notion, or the fact, of a demon or spirit such as Socrates felt to be in him, than to face what St. Paul seems to be meaning.”
“Yes, much easier. The only question is whether we will be heathen or not.”
“How do you mean?” said Tom.
“Why, a spirit was speaking to Socrates, and guiding him. He obeyed the guidance, but knew not whence it came. A spirit is striving with us too, and trying to guide us–we feel that just as much as he did. Do we know what spirit it is? Whence it comes? Will we obey it? If we can’t name it—know no more of it then he knew about his demon, of course, we are in no better position than he–in fact, heathens.”
The contrast between Socrates’ philosophical serenity, as defined by Plato, in which he faces death without any need for a personal Savior, is in direct contrast to St. Paul’s Christian faith:
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 raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed. For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality. So when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory. O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
It is a tragedy that our churchmen have blended Plato and Christ and our politicians have rejected Longfellow’s Christian affirmation that “life is real, life is earnest,” for platonic utopianism.
This past election has shown us the end result of allowing Christ’s crucifixion and resurrection to become a philosophical premise, a rational proposition rather than a blood faith. After telling us for over two centuries that democracy is the non-violent way to enact change – that we don’t need bullets when we have ballots – we are now told that the ballots of the non-illuminated whites do not count, only the ballots of the illuminated whites and the colored barbarians, including those who are not even citizens of this country, count. The platonic-minded conservative pundits tell us to accept the fact that we now live in a subsidiary of communist China. We are to take the election results philosophically. After all, we can always hope for a Republican victory in four more years. And can’t we take hope in the fact that the Republicans picked up some House seats? No, we can’t take hope in such tripe. It is not Republican shadows of the liberals that we need. We need a leader with Christian humanity. There are none in the ranks of the Republicans. Trump was an exception. It seems that it was too much to hope for, that Trump could be the beginning of a counter-revolution. He was hated by the mad-dog liberals in high tech, in the media, in the Republican Party, and in the conservative and liberal realms of Academia. He was one healthy human cell in a body filled with cancerous cells.
Arrayed against the haters, the liberal cancer cells, were the non-illuminated whites. They, like Trump, have a partial faith in Christian things and a partial faith in liberal things. That half-faith is why they lost the election.(1) The mad-dog liberals openly stole the election and then challenged the ‘conservatives’ to challenge the election in court — “See how far you get.” We must not take our cue from conservative pundits. They have a vested interest in all the lies of demon-cracy. They will tell us to write letters – we tell them we did that – they will tell us to vote – we tell them we did that – they will tell us to protest – we tell them we did that. What next? The conservative pundits have no answer. But we know the answer. A Trump supporter at a Trump rally told me she did not hate anyone. Is it possible, if we have a blood faith in Jesus Christ, not to hate the devil and all his works? And are not the liberals the greatest and proudest work of the devil? I don’t understand this new blended Christianity. The Book of Revelation tells us not to blend Christ, but the new Christianity that seems to be triumphant in ‘Christian’ circles tells us that a blended Christ is the truth and the way. But the blended Christians won’t fight. Do you think for one moment that the various judges in the battleground states would refuse to hear election fraud cases if the so-called conservatives made the same threats of violence the leftists routinely made? Do you think the cowardly weasel Bill Barr would declare there was no election fraud if he feared the Right as he fears the Left? Of course not.
War is a terrible thing because “war means fighting and fighting means killing,” but there is one thing worse than war. And that one thing worse is surrender to a bloody, satanic, tyrannical oligarchy that feasts on the blood of the innocents in the womb and the blood of non-illuminated whites. The Republicans and the conservative pundits will try to place themselves in the ranks of the Illuminati in the hopes that they will avoid the purge. Most of them will not be able to escape it despite their cowardice; they too will be purged. And the people they betrayed, the non-illuminated whites who have been told they mustn’t hate, that they must love the democratic way, will be the first, second, and third victims of the purge. I refuse to take the great liberal purge philosophically, because I am a Goth who loves and hates with my whole heart. I love old Europe and her people, and I hate the liberals with my whole heart and soul. Is such a love and such a hate wrong? Yes, the modern Christians tell me. But do I trust in what the platonic Christians tell me? No, I do not. I must go with my blood faith which tells me to love and hate with my whole heart.
It is very unwise – it is not prudent – to wear your heart upon your sleeve when you write. Nevertheless I have been and will continue to be unwise and imprudent. My heart goes out to Trump because of what he has striven so mightily against, the most satanic army ever assembled in the history of mankind. And my heart goes out to the white grazers, who are going to be slaughtered by Satan’s minions because their half-liberal, half-Christian faith will not allow them to hate where they should hate. This is a very basic ‘neighborhood bully’ situation, only more deadly. We have been told by the liberals that either they will have our total surrender to their wills or they will have our blood. They have pushed us to the wall. We must either surrender to their will or fight to the death. The liberal conservatives’ compromise – that we can vote against the devil and his minions – has been held up to the light and been revealed as a sham. We cannot vote the devil and his minions away because they determine the rules of the voting: “You may vote so long as you vote correctly. If you don’t vote correctly, we will vote for you and then exterminate you.” That is what happened in the last election. If you are a mad-dog liberal or a neo-pagan who has left all human feelings and passions behind you, then the fraudulent election need not concern you, but if you retain some remnant spark of what is human inside you, then you must see what the election means. It means that they, Satan’s minions, are coming for thee and me. It is fight, in the full meaning of the word, or surrender philosophically and serenely to the liberals’ will. And what do they will? They want us to drink the hemlock.
The neo-pagans are bragging that their 1/16th of 1% destroyed Trump and his ‘sickening’ Trumpy bear followers, who deservedly lost because they lacked Nietzschean fortitude. The mad-dog liberals are claiming that Biden won a resounding victory because the vast amount of Americans embrace Black Lives Matter, Antifa, and the communist Chinese. And the good old shadows of the liberals, the conservatives, tell us that we are better off without Trump. He was too uncivil and divisive. I hold to a different view. If not even one shred of Christian humanity – and Trump was that one Christian shred of humanity – is to be allowed in our democracy, then why should we support demon-cracy? Isn’t it abundantly clear our democracy is demon-cracy? Do I think that the white grazer is up to the challenge — can he love and hate enough to fight? No, I do not think he will fight. I think that he will take the election fraud philosophically and serenely while awaiting his and his people’s extermination.
That is what I see with the eyes of reason. But what do I see with the eyes of faith? I see a cruel utopian mind who banned the poets, the men with hearts of flesh, from his utopian state. And I see the liberals, mad-dog and conservative, continuing Plato’s utopian persecution of men and women with hearts of flesh. But then I see our Lord enjoining His people to break the chains of philosophy and come to Him. He will prevail, because there always has been and always shall be faithful hearts that will not surrender to Satan and his minions.
I wanted, and still pray for, an electoral victory. But we as a people and as individuals are only “of all men most miserable” if we place our hopes in democracy alone. St. Paul enjoins us to be, “steadfast, unmoveable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your labour is not in vain in the Lord.” Yes, we shall be steadfast, we shall support His reign of charity against all the forces of hell arrayed against us. We shall not fade philosophically and serenely into Satan’s eternal night. +
(1) An antidote for philosophical universalism in the Christian churches, which turns individual men and women into statistical aggregates, is a blood faith in Jesus Christ, grounded in the non-rational, anti-philosophical love of our kith and kin. So long as cosmic universalism reigns supreme in our churches, so long as pietas is ‘racism,’ white people will be either mad-dog liberals who attack non-illuminated whites under the banner of ‘Black Lives Matter’ or they will be half-way house Christians who defend the good while fervently denying they are ‘racist.’ That is a losing hand for the halfway-house Christians, because what the liberals call ‘racism’ is pietas – the love of our kith and kin in and through Jesus Christ – which makes us integral Christians and gives us the passion and the discernment to love where we should love and hate where we should hate.
There is a courageous wisdom: there is also a false reptile prudence, the result not of caution but of fear. Under misfortunes it often happens that the nerves of the understanding are so relaxed, the pressing peril of the hour so completely confounds all the faculties, that no future danger can be properly provided for, can be justly estimated, can be so much as fully seen. The eye of the mind is dazzled and vanquished. An abject distrust of ourselves, an extravagant admiration of the enemy, present us with no hope but in a compromise with his pride, by a submission to his will. This short plan of policy is the only counsel which will obtain a hearing. We plunge into a dark gulph with all the rash precipitation of fear. The nature of courage is, without a question, to be conversant with danger; but in the palpable night of their terrors, men under consternation suppose, not that it is the danger, which, by a sure instinct, calls out the courage to resist it, but that it is the courage which produces the danger. They therefore seek for a refuge from their fears in the fears themselves, and consider a temporizing meanness as the only source of safety. –Edmund Burke, Letters on a Regicide Peace
A great liberal icon, one Joseph Stalin, has placed this election in its proper context: “It’s not the people who vote that count. It’s the people who count the votes.” The mad-dog liberals grasped that essential fact, while the conservative-liberals did not, and that made the difference in the election. For all the Christian reasons I have previously stated I wanted Trump to win another four years. But I have always been conscious of the fact that my views on demon-cracy and elections is at variance with the views of the mad-dog liberals, the conservative-liberals, and the white electorate in America and Europe. I view democracy as a heresy that a Christian must struggle to live with as the Jewish people struggled to live with their pagan rulers during their Babylonian captivity. You must resist while trying to survive as a people who do not have the power to supplant your heathen rulers. Because of my views on demon-cracy I have always voted for the candidate who I thought had a remnant of Christian humanity in his soul; I never voted for a man who I thought would restore all things in Christ because I knew such a consummation could never take place within the framework of demon-cracy.
I did not vote in the first Presidential election that I was eligible to vote in, the election of 1972 in which Nixon defeated McGovern. I did not vote in that election because I was only concerned with my own personal spiritual struggle at that time. I was struggling with the Dostoyevskian question: “Can an intelligent man, a European, believe in the divinity of Christ?” Was I going to follow Ivan Karamazov or Alyosha Karamazov? I decided that I was going to follow Alyosha: “Lord, I believe, help my unbelief.” In 1976, in keeping with my Christian rejection of “Give us Barabbas” democracy, I looked for some Christian humanity in the Presidential candidates. I voted for Reagan in the primaries and then did not vote in the general election, because I did not see any Christian humanity in either Ford or Carter. In 1980 and 1984 I voted for Reagan. He proved to have less Christian humanity than I had hoped for, but I still do not regret voting for him. I never voted for a Republican candidate or a Democratic candidate again until the Romney-Obama campaign. I voted for Romney because I thought His Mormonism would give him some Christian instincts — after all, the Mormons as a religious group were purported to be the most conservative of the religious bodies. I was wrong about Romney; he turned out to be a mad-dog liberal just as the ‘born again’ George Bush the II was a mad-dog liberal.
Then there was Trump. I saw what I thought was some Christian humanity in the man. And this time I was right. That man exceeded my hopes. I have been roundly criticized for equating Trump with Alfred and Forrest, but I stand by that comparison. We must judge Trump by the forces arrayed against him. Alfred is rightly called the Great, but he did not face, in the pagan Danes, an enemy as irredeemably evil and treacherous as the post-Christian liberals. And he was allowed to actually fight his enemy as such an enemy should be fought, with the sword. In addition, Alfred had followers willing to fight his enemies with the sword. So did Forrest: he had men willing to march into hell for him and fight the black barbarians and carpet baggers. What he did was heroic, but he had the backing of real men and an entire people. Trump’s situation has been much more difficult than either Alfred’s or Forrest’s. He does not have an army of men willing to fight for him. Quite the opposite is the case — he has an army of liberals fighting against him. And this modern army is much more malevolent, much more satanic than any army has been in the past.
Each and every member of the modern liberal army has crossed a moral Rubicon. They have placed themselves beyond the boundary which separates the human from the satanic, and they have made it their unalterable intention to build Satandom over the graves of white humanity. Whatever is human is still tangentially, and in some cases directly, connected to Christ. So everything that is human must die in the liberals’ world. The reason the mad-dog liberals and their cousins, the neo-pagans, hate Trump is because Trump represented the injection of something humane and Christian into a body politic that was devoid of everything humane and Christian. And the reason the intellectual Christians and the conservatives are indifferent and often hostile to Trump is because they do not think that Christianity and/or conservatism needs to be rooted in what is real and what is earnest. Life is all theory to them. They, like Belloc before them, condemn actual Christians struggling with might and main against the liberal Jacobins, in order to support theoretical Christians of the future. Trump is a millennialist Christian, nor does he understand the sinister nature of the ‘civil rights’ movement, but why can’t any of the conservative intellectuals or the professed Christians see the evil that he fought against and the good for which he fought?
To those who think ‘any old Republican candidate will do,’ I would pose the question: Why has the liberals’ hatred for Trump been ten thousand times greater than their hatred for any other Republican candidate? Off this stage I have given you the answer. Trump wanted to regress, he wanted to inject some elements of Christian humanity into a governing body that had ‘progressed’ beyond Christian humanity. We must see that John Donne is right: “No man is an island.” If you claim to be human you have a stake in what has happened in this country during the past four years. Satan has shown his face, more completely than he has ever shown it before in human history. His minions throughout the world are watching what has happened here. It now appears that they, the liberals, no longer need to fear any resistance to their rule. They can do whatever they please, they can kill every last vestige of white, Christian humanity, and no one will say them nay. That was the message of the last four years in our exceptionalist nation. We have shown the world what hell is, it is embodied in the naked satanic hatred of the American liberals for any injection of Christian humanity into their satanic realm of inhumanity.
The liberals take up Caiaphas’ hatred of Christ, which was imparted to them by Satan, and seek to spread that hatred throughout the European world. In order to do that they had to become like unto the Scribes and Pharisees, they had to become experts on the subject of God, they had to become metaphysicians:
Nothing can be conceived more hard than the heart of a thorough-bred 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 of evil himself, incorporeal, pure, unmixed, dephlegmated, defecated evil. It is no easy operation to eradicate humanity from the human breast. What Shakespeare calls the “compunctious visitings of Nature” will sometimes knock at their hearts, and protest against their murderous speculations. But they have a means of compounding with their nature. Their humanity is not dissolved. They only give it a long prorogation. They are ready to declare that they do not think two thousand years too long a period for the good that they pursue. It is remarkable, that they never see any way to their projected good but by the road of some evil. Their imagination is not fatigued with the contemplation of human suffering through the wild waste of centuries added to centuries of misery and desolation. Their humanity is at their horizon—and, like the horizon, it always flies before them. The geometricians and the chemists, bring, the one from the dry bones of their diagrams, and the other from the soot of their furnaces, dispositions that make them worse than indifferent about those feelings and habitudes, which are the support of the moral world. –Burke,Letter to a Noble Lord
Have we not seen that moral nightmare that Burke described unfold before our eyes in the liberals’ hatred for every single effort of Trump to inject some Christian humanity into our satanic nation? The complete satanic, pharisaical essence of the liberals was never so manifest to me as it was during Trump’s news conference when he had five or six victims of the Covid-19 virus sitting a table with him. He talked with them about their illness and their recovery through the use of the hydroxychloroquine drug. After talking with them, he opened the discussion up to the Fifth Column, our press. Were they interested in a cure for Covid-19? Were they interested in the alleviation of human suffering? No, they were not. Like the scribes and the Pharisees before them, their hearts were closed to Christian charity. Any Christian act in Satandom — and Trump’s outreach at that press conference was Christian – will be repulsed as Christ was repulsed by the scribes and Pharisees.
And when he was come into the temple, the chief priests and the elders of the people came unto him as he was teaching, and said, By what authority doest thou these things? and who gave thee this authority? And Jesus answered and said unto them, I also will ask you one thing, which if ye tell me, I in like wise will tell you by what authority I do these things. The baptism of John, whence was it? from heaven, or of men? And they reasoned with themselves, saying, If we shall say, From heaven; he will say unto us, Why did ye not then believe him? But if we shall say, Of men; we fear the people; for all hold John as a prophet. And they answered Jesus, and said, We cannot tell. And he said unto them, Neither tell I you by what authority I do these things. –Matthew 21: 23-27
The liberals’ hearts are closed to all things humane and Christian. Never before, not since Europe was Christianized, has Satan’s presence been more openly paraded as virtue. And the shadows of the liberals, the conservatives, have rushed to become like unto the scribes and Pharisees of Liberaldom. Is that what Christ enjoined us to be – scribes and Pharisees?
There are indeed more things in heaven and earth than are found in the philosophy of the scribes and Pharisees, but we no longer believe in that world beyond the metaphysics of the illuminated men of intellect. If we seek out that which is ‘foolish’ in old Europe and what is ‘foolish’ in the modern world, we will discover that charity, which is the foolishness of God, is still and always shall be our only infallible guide and hope in this world and the next.
In the wake of Trump’s electoral victory, which was turned into a defeat by the disciples of Uncle Joe Stalin, I have taken to stopping and talking with anyone who is still flying ‘Trump for President’ banners. The other day I stopped in front of a farm and talked with an elderly man (he was 87), who still had a Trump banner emblazoned across his barn. He had me pegged as twenty years younger than I actually am, so he called me a ‘young fellow.’ I listened to him reminisce for about 30 minutes, at the end of which he invited me to come to his house for Thanksgiving dinner. I thanked him but said I already had plans for Thanksgiving. He seemed glad to hear it. I think he thought that anyone who stopped to talk to an 87 year old farmer must be very, very lonely. And he was right. I am lonely, and I am hungry for some human contact. I have been blessed, and I am grateful for my immediate family, none of whom are liberals, but I like to think that there are some non-liberals out there, who are not my kin but are of my kith, that still shun the wisdom of the scribes and Pharisees in order to adhere to the foolishness of the Christian hearth fire virtues of old Europe. That ‘deplorable’ old man cared about what had happened to his native land; he knew that we had faced a democratic Armageddon in which the forces of evil had seemingly triumphed. Why should he, on the verge of the grave, care about what happens in this vale of tears? He cares because he has grandchildren and children that still need to see some reflection of God’s grace embodied in a people. And he cares because that is the nature of all those of our own kind, who still remain European; we need to see, we want to see, Christian humanity in our people. If all things satanic are embodied in our culture, how many of our own kind will come to know Jesus Christ?
In 1892 Rev. I. B. Praneitis published a small treatise, called The Talmud Unmasked, in which he documented the hatred of the Jews for all things Christian. He was subsequently executed by the Bolsheviks during the Russian revolution. I don’t want to go into a long tirade about the Jews, but I do want to point out that the Jews’ traditional hatred of European civilization is grounded in their hatred of Jesus Christ. As Walter Scott points out in his Religious Discourses, the Jewish hierarchy rejected Christ because He detected their hypocrisy and their rejection of the prophets to whom they were supposed to be committed:
The cause of the Pharisees’ unbelief, and their strenuous opposition to the Gospel tenets, had root undoubtedly in our blessed Saviour’s detection of their hypocrisy, and his publicly exposing the foul principles and practices which they covered with the most formal affectation of strict holiness. They could not bear the light, which, not content with playing on the outside of their whited sepulchres, penetrated into their foul charnels, and showed to the public gaze the dust and rottenness which their shewy exterior concealed. They could not endure the friendly zeal of the Divine Physician, when he rent from their wounds the balsams with which they soothed, and the rich tissues under which they concealed them, and exhibited festering and filthy cancers which could be cured only by the probe, the knife, and the cautery. Hence they were, from the beginning of our Saviour’s ministry until its dreadful consummation, (in which, they had a particular share,) the constant enemies of the doctrine and of the person of the blessed Jesus. Under his keen and searching eye, the pretensions which they had so long made in order to be esteemed of men, were exposed without disguise; their enlarged garments and extended phylacteries, their lengthened prayers, their formal ceremonial, and tithes of mint and anise, were denounced as of no avail without the weightier matters of the law —justice, mercy, and faith. Feeling thus their own sanctimonious professions held up to contempt, and their pretensions to public veneration at once exposed and destroyed, the Pharisees became the active and violent opposers of those doctrines to which the Sadducees, with sullen apathy, seemed to have refused a hearing. It was the Pharisees who maligned the life of our blessed Lord; who essayed to perplex the wisdom of Omnipotence by vain and captious interrogatories; and who, unable to deny those miracles by which the mission of Christ was authenticated and proved, blasphemously imputed them to the agency of daemons. –Walter Scott, Religious Discourses
Throughout the history of Europe when our people were truly Christian there were prayers said in the Protestant churches and in the Roman Catholic churches for the conversion of the Jews. That is right and proper. We should pray for the conversion of our enemies. But should we pray for the success and triumph of our enemies? The Jewish hatred for Christ and His people has been spread throughout what was once called Christendom by the Judaizing of the European people. Liberalism is the extension of Shylockian Judaism. All white Christians stand before the liberals’ Sanhedrin, and they stand condemned. Will there be any Christians in all of Liberaldom who will try to stop the liberals from exacting their pound of flesh from off the hearts of every single white European Christian?
I frequently hear Trump supporters and Trump himself asking why the liberals hate them and him. The liberals hate white Trump supporters and Trump because they and he retain a remnant of Christian humanity. But they are wrong to attempt to fuse that Christian humanity with Judaism; they will never be able to triumph over their enemies if they try to fuse two polar opposites. You cannot blend Christ’s reign of charity with Shylock’s hatred of Christ’s reign of charity.
There is nothing racist, sexist, or anti-Semitic about Christ’s reign of charity. To hate the devil and love Christ is what we were born to do. All the modern democratic panaceas are based on either a blending of Satan and Christ, or on a complete rejection of Christ. We can’t proceed any further with the blending or the rejection. The long road back to Christian Europe, which leads to the narrow gate, is the only path to our salvation as a people and our salvation as individuals. +
A credulous father and a brother noble, Whose nature is so far from doing harms That he suspects none; on whose foolish honesty My practices ride easy. I see the business. Let me, if not by birth, have lands by wit: All with me’s meet that I can fashion fit. -King Lear
Draw thy sword. That, if my speech offend a noble heart, Thy arm may do thee justice; here is mine. Behold, it is the privilege of mine honours, My oath, and my profession. I protest, Maugre thy strength, place, youth, and eminence, Despite thy victor-sword and fire-new fortune, Thy valour, and thy heart, thou are a traitor; False to thy gods, thy brother, and thy father; Conspirant ‘gainst this high illustrious prince; And, from th’ extremest upward of thy head To the descent and dust below thy foot, A most toad-spotted traitor. Say thou ‘No,’ This sword, this arm, and my best spirits are bent To prove upon thy heart, whereto I speak, Thou liest. [The formerly unsuspecting Edgar’s response to evil.] -King Lear
I went to a Trump rally this past weekend. I went to the Trump rally even though I don’t believe in the effectiveness of rallies. Why did I go? I went to the rally for three reasons. First, I was concerned for the safety of the people at the rally, and I wanted to be of some assistance if they were attacked by Antifaers or Black Lives Matter barbarians. Secondly, I just wanted to compliment the Trump supporters for their loyalty. In my view such loyalty to a man who has fought for them shows that they have something inside of them that is rare in this day and age. And thirdly I wanted to see if there was a counter-revolutionary sentiment stirring in the hearts of the Trump supporters.
As to the first point: It was a small town protest, not of the magnitude of the Washington DC protest, so other than a few black barbarians and white college punks who screamed obscenities from a distance, there was no Antifa or BLM attacks.(1) But the Trump people at the rally did need protection because they were amazingly, stunningly naive about the possibility of violence. One very pretty woman in her mid-forties was standing on the corner, waving a big Trump banner as the cars went by. I told her to duck if she saw a rifle barrel sticking out of any of the passing cars. She said, “Why would anyone want to hurt me. I’m just expressing my opinion. I don’t hate anyone.” What can you say to such people? I thought of Shakespeare’s King Lear and the scene in which Edmund, the evil brother, says that his good brother, “is so far from doing harms that he suspects none.”
A cousin of mine, a Trump supporter who knows I don’t generally go to political events, accused me of going there to mock the Trump supporters. Far from it; my cousin doesn’t know me very well. I wanted to try and help the Trump supporters avoid Edgar’s fate; I wanted them to understand that they have an implacable enemy that wants their blood. Edgar ultimately has to confront his evil brother Edmund and kill him. That is what we must do vis-à-vis the liberals, but there currently does not seem to be any awareness, on the part of the white grazers, that they are facing, in their liberal opponents, pure, unmitigated evil. Edmund repents as he lays dying; our liberal foes are worse than Edmund. There is always a possibility of a death bed conversion, but we must see that liberalism is a very strong repellent of God’s grace. Most liberals will cling to their hatred of Christ and His people throughout their lives, and after their deaths they will take that hatred into hell with them. If we don’t realize that the liberals have recreated themselves in the image of Satan and are determined to eliminate Christ’s image in man from the face of the earth, we will not be able to fight and win the war that we must fight and win. Did I make any headway with the Trumpian Edgars? Of course not. When you talk about demonized swine, which is what the liberals are, you place yourself back in the bad old days, before people became too enlightened to believe in such fairy tales.
My second purpose, to compliment the Trump supporters on their loyalty, met with more success than my first intended purpose. They are the condemned and demonized deplorables, and they were quite responsive to someone who told them that they were noble and honorable. There was an older man who had come from an eastern European country when it was under communism, and now had the misfortune to live in a nation that was going down the same communist path. “Trump is the only leader who opposes them,” he said, “And we will be completely under their control if Trump loses.” Then there was the wheelchair-bound man who wept when the woman in charge of the Trumpy bear stand gave him a free Trumpy bear.
Everyone at the rally was white, but they would have embraced any black or Mexican who came to join them, and they would have run a mile from me if I had brought up white pietas. But still those people had, though they didn’t know it, white pietas. They know that they are hated by the liberal elite, and they know that Trump placed himself between them and the liberal elite and took the blows that were directed at them, and they love him for it. It’s difficult during this liberal-created COVID crisis to have direct interaction with people, but I hope I managed to convey my thanks to those white grazers with whom I spoke. They have that within which our Lord can build upon:
And let us not be hard on him, if at that moment his soul is fuller of the tomb and him who lies there, than of the altar and Him of whom it speaks. Such stages have to be gone through, I believe, by all young and brave souls, who must win their way through hero-worship, to the worship of Him who is the King and Lord of heroes. For it is only through our mysterious human relationships, through the love and tenderness and purity of mothers, and sisters, and wives, through the strength and courage and wisdom of fathers, and brothers, and teachers, that we can come to the knowledge of Him, in whom alone the love, and the tenderness, and the purity, and the strength, and the courage, and the wisdom of all these dwell forever and ever in perfect fullness.
God bless those mysterious human relationships! They constitute the “lovely intangibles” that the pre-conversion Doris in Miracle on 34th Street dismisses and the “foolish,” Quixotic lawyer declares to be “the only things that really are worthwhile.”
As I left the rally, I went by a beautiful old mansion situated in the affluent section of the town. The inhuman creatures who inhabit the house had a Biden-Harris sign with the words, “Love, not Hate” under it. How do creatures who spit on everything humane and noble and openly support the worship of Satan dare to proclaim that they favor love over hate? They dare to make such proclamations because they are inhuman creatures who have become, through intellectual pride, one with Satan, who regards everything that stinks of Christ’s love for mankind as evil, and everything that exalts Satan’s hatred of mankind as good. I still hope and pray that the liberals’ complete triumph over those white grazers at the Trump rally will be delayed another four years — that will be a miracle of God’s grace if it occurs. The two million Trump votes that were given to Biden can only be returned to Trump by an act of God. (2) We can still pray; they can’t take that from us.
Now, sadly, I must come to my third reason for going to the Trump rally: I wanted to see if there was any counterrevolutionary sentiment among the Trump supporters. There was none. Possibly in the MAGA rally in Washington DC I would have found someone who was willing to think counterrevolution instead of ‘wait till next time,’ but I doubt it. The white Trump supporters, like Trump himself, are supporters of a fusion of Christianity and liberalism. They have more of a Christian ethos than the mad-dog liberals, but they still believe in demon-cracy and reject the older Christian cultures of the European nations. Half-liberal and half-Christian will not prevail against the internal demonism of the liberals. Four more years of Trump will give us a President who opposes communism, who opposes the anti-white instruction in our military and civil service agencies, and who opposes the wholesale slaughter of the unborn. But you can’t have just a little bit of liberalism. Liberalism is the giant Blob in the old sci-fi movie – it will consume everything unless it is completely eradicated. Four more years of Trump would be a very great blessing, because some white lives in the womb and outside the womb will be saved during a Trump administration, but ultimately there must be a white counterrevolution. The liberals represent unmitigated evil; they cannot be dealt with within the demon-cratic parameters of the devil.
Because “life is earnest, life is real,” and because there is something incredibly noble in Trump’s fight against the mad-dog liberals, I have bent over backwards to avoid Ann Coulterism, which is grounded in a complete misunderstanding of what can actually be done by a leader who has been elected President rather than a king who has been anointed or a dictator who has taken power by means of a coup. I would prefer a king or a dictator, but that is not what we have, so I can’t hold the President accountable for not immediately making the changes in the nation that a king or a dictator could make. All that having been said, even a very good President, and Trump is the best President we have ever had, cannot deal effectively with liberalism within the confines of American demon-cracy, because the American experiment in demon-cracy is grounded in the Jacobin concepts of liberty, equality, and fraternity. Those concepts are diametrically opposed to white pietas which is the foundation of a Christian culture. Some years back I wrote about getting lost in the Lake District of England when I was a young man in my early twenties. A retired English couple saw that I was lost and invited me to stay the night in their cottage. At first I refused the invitation, but the man insisted I stay: “You Yanks and us are all of the same blood.”
Yes, we are, we Europeans, all of the same blood. And if we are true to our blood, we will be true to our faith in Jesus Christ, because faith is of the blood and heart. Just as Christ became flesh and dwelt among us, so did He become one with the European people when they took Him into their hearts. The lifeblood of their culture was their faith in Jesus Christ. When an idea of God replaces the blood faith of a people — and that is the case in organized Christian Jewry — Satan enters in and makes his will the new faith. We structure our governments according to our faith. The Jacobin governments of the United States, France, and the other European nations are based on the anti-revelatory faith of the intellectual Christians. They place their reason above revelation and end up supporting Satan over Christ. It’s no coincidence that the most organized and anti-revelatory branch of organized Christian Jewry produced the highest percentage of Biden voters. How can that happen? How can professed Christians vote for legalized abortion and communism? It’s easy if you believe that man’s reason transcends faith, and a universal, generic love for mankind transcends pietas. Then you will support all things antithetical to old Europe because the people of old Europe were ‘stupid,’ they believed, quite literally, in the Christ depicted in the Gospels, and they were racist, because they believed that they could only know Christ through those mysterious blood ties that we form with our kith and kin.
What is good in organized Christian Jewry is the individual who forms, against the mandate of the Church authorities, a personal attachment to Jesus Christ. And what is good in our democracy is an individual who, in defiance of the pundits, conservatives and liberal, forms a personal attachment to a leader who exhibits pietas: “I will fight for my people.” The individual who rejects rational Christianity for a blood faith in Jesus Christ and the Trump supporter who loves Trump because Trump fights for his people, have that within which George Fitzhugh describes as our only hope in this vale of tears:
We employ the term Benevolence to express our outward affections, sympathies, tastes, and feelings, but it is inadequate to express our meaning; it is not the opposite of selfishness, and unselfishness would be too negative for our purpose. Philosophy has been so busy with the worst feature of human nature that it has not even found a name for this, its better feature. We must fall back on Christianity, which embraces man’s whole nature, and though not a code of philosophy, is something better; for it proposes to lead us through the trials and intricacies of life, not by the mere cool calculations of the head, but by the unerring instincts of a pure and regenerate heart. The problem of the Moral World is too vast and complex for the human mind to comprehend; yet the pure heart will, safely and quietly, feel its way through the mazes that confound the head.
What we witnessed during the French Revolution was the devil’s attempt to completely destroy God’s image in man. He defaced that image, but he didn’t completely destroy it. Our Civil War, which was anything but civil, was also an attempt, by the devil, to destroy God’s image in man. Again, he was partially successful, but he didn’t completely destroy God’s image in man. We are still fighting that Civil War, and this time the devil is determined to complete his revolution. The similarities between then (1860) and now (2020) are striking. A coalition of Jacobin liberals and colored barbarians joined together in the 1860s to destroy the image-of-God-in-man culture of the South:
“Oh, Mother, I can’t stand it! Oh, Mother. Oh Mother!”
“My dear little girl,” she said, surprised at her voice and the ordinary words, for she felt as if she would faint, “you must be calm and brave. You must control yourself. We may have a great deal to do today and we must seek strength and help from God. Kneel down and ask God to give us strength.”
Lucy, who had started with every fresh report of the cannon, grew quiet as she knelt by the armchair and buried her face in her arms. She was on her knees quiet thus for some minutes and from that time on was calm and helpful.
Before Agnes had finished dressing, William Veal knocked on the door; the whole place was full of Yankees, he said.
“Where?” she called, taking the garments Lucy held out to her and hurrying to dress herself.
“The house is surrounded by Yankees,” William said. “Nigger Yankees.”
By the time she got to the front gallery, cavalry in their dusty blue uniforms were riding through the gate. She ran down the stairs and to the kitchens. There was not a servant male or female in the whole court or in the cellars or servants’ rooms. A skirmish was going on in the woods beyond the gate. Servants were running to the scene of the fight, risking bullets through their brains. Then after a few minutes the firing in the wood ceased; the cook and housemaids returned. Agnes ordered breakfast immediately. She went to Belle’s room, ordered a tray brought to her, went through the dining-room and upstairs. Edna, the maid, brought tea and buttered bread on a small silver platter to her room. And after taking it, for she was weak from the long night, Agnes went again below stairs.
Over the grounds there was a great confusion. They were cooking in the back court for Colonel Gobel’s Confederates, with Paralee standing over the fire. But in the dining-room no breakfast had been brought. A little mulatto girl, Bessie, ran to Agnes from Belle’s room.
“Oh, Missis,” she said, pulling at her collar, “them Yankee niggers is in Miss Belle’s room and they ain’ nobody wid her ‘tall.”
Agnes darted along the back gallery into the room, seeing on her way that the whole grounds were full of negroes. They were at the smokehouse and over the kitchen court, on foot and on horseback. She could hear them tramping in the parlors and the rattle of their sabres and spurs. She rushed in to her daughter. There they were. Lucy was in the bedroom and the negroes were tramping through the sitting-room, threatening, cursing.
“Get out,” Agnes ordered. “Get out of my house. Get out of my sight!”
A big black who seemed to be in command gave a guffaw, and the other negroes, watching him evidently, followed. One of them came up to her and with his open hand boxed her on the cheek. At once another negro put a pistol against her breast; she could smell his sweat. Then the big negro who had struck her said, “Don’t shoot her, Mose, slap her. Slap the old slut.” He broke into a stream of abuse.
That terrible destruction of the Southern civilization was grounded on the malignant hatred of Satan for Christ. The terrible swift sword was Satan’s sword, and the sacred negro was the spiritual justification for the use of that terrible swift sword. As it was then, so it is now. But there is, tragically, one crucial difference between then and now. There were, in the 1860s, men with white pietas, men with a blood faith, who resisted the onslaught of the devil. The image-of-man-in-God culture was saved for a time. In 2020 we need a counterrevolution, but we no longer have men with the spiritual substance to start and sustain a counterrevolution. Church and Academy have destroyed white pietas. Trump and his followers are divided against themselves. They have a longing for a hearth fire faith, a faith that is rooted in their love of kith and kin, but they cannot act on that longing because all the modern authorities tell them that the true faith is not of the blood, it is of the mind, and that new faith proclaims that white pietas is evil and universal enfranchisement with the sacred negro as the more-than-equal god of that universal enfranchisement, is what we all must strive for.
It is useless to talk of counterrevolutions without pietas. When whites recover their pietas, or should I say if they recover their pietas, then and only then will they mount a counterrevolution against Satan and his minions. Until that time the best we can hope for is an electoral victory for Trump which will give us a slight respite in this war that only one side, the wrong side, is fighting. Should Trump win the election, it will be a victory wrought by prayer, because only a miracle can take those stolen votes away from Satan’s minions and give them back to Trump. And if we lose? Then we must pray that our Lord gives us the strength to endure. In the end this conflict will not be settled by elections. The liberals represent the militant forces of unmitigated evil. We can’t come to terms with them because they will give us no terms except unconditional surrender to their will, which is Satan’s will. We cannot surrender to such an enemy. Surely Christ will sustain us in the day of battle. +
(1) The females of the species are always the most vitriolic and obscene. They make me think of Tennyson’s observation: “For men at most differ as Heaven and earth, But women, worst and best, as Heaven and Hell.” A society that produces such creatures, women who have embraced hell, is truly a society at the end of the line.
(2) It actually appears that more than 2 million votes were stolen from Trump. And why on earth were so many ballots in the democratic states sent to Merkel’s Germany and socialist Spain to be counted? Is it still a conspiracy when it is so blatant? No, it is an outright assertion of the liberals’ tyrannical power. They do not believe there is any legal recourse for the whites who voted for Trump. They believe they can commit fraud on a massive scale and get away with it. If they are right, if they get away with it, they will proceed with their final solution – which is the complete extermination of the white race. But let us pause there. If the liberals get their wish, that the white grazers shall not have any voice within the confines of Liberaldom, then why should the white grazers continue to graze within those confines of Liberaldom? The old maxim which says, “Be careful what you wish for, you might get it,” applies to the liberals. You might at the peak of your arrogant pride, find out that the men you thought you had under your heel have rediscovered their manhood and decided that if their votes do not count in our demon-cracy, then the time has come for non-democratic action. Alfred and Forrest are our exemplars.
Trump entered hell when he became President. Did we expect him to convert Satan’s minions and transform the hell on earth that the liberals have been building for centuries into heaven on earth? He battled mightily against the devil and his minions, and because he had the moral courage to do battle with them, they chained him to the Promethean rock and pecked away at his entrails. He has earned the respect and love of every man and woman who still has a heart that loves. Like Alfred, like Lee, like Forrest, he has given his life’s blood for his people. I love and honor him for that.
If, as it appears, that the demon-crats have stolen the election by liberal chicanery and Trump has been removed from office, what is to be done? Should we despair and die? No, we should not, because that is what he, the archangel Satan, and his minions, the liberals, want. They hate all things noble and Christian, and they think they now have destroyed the last tiny remnants of Christian humanity. Is that true? They have certainly destroyed the last remnants of Christian humanity within the framework of democracy. But is our hope bound up with the fortunes of democracy? Remember it was the democratic process that produced, “Give us Barabbas.” – CWNY
Since the days of our fathers have we been in a great trespass unto this day; and for our iniquities have we, our kings, and our priests, been delivered into the hand of the kings of the lands, to the sword, to captivity, and to a spoil, and to confusion of face, as it is this day. And now for a little space grace hath been shewed from the LORD our God, to leave us a remnant to escape, and to give us a nail in his holy place, that our God may lighten our eyes, and give us a little reviving in our bondage. –Ezra 9: 7-8
AOC’s call to make a list of all who supported Trump and hunt them down was an accurate summation of the Demoncrats’ major policy concern: The white race must be eliminated. And why was it no surprise when the conservative pundits who told us it was the end of the everything if Trump lost, immediately fell in line and became part of the loyal opposition? Why, if it was the end of everything, didn’t they tell us to grab pitchforks, rifles, and shotguns and take to the streets rather than submit peacefully to the liberals who openly tell us they are coming for us? The reason is quite simple – The conservative pundits are liberals. They believe the most important thing in life is that the great American talk show – the show where clever Republican liberals try to out-wisecrack Democratic liberals in order to prove that they are the smart guys – shall continue on into eternity. Most of the conservative pundits, Limbaugh being the exception, seem happy that Biden has won since he gives them more chances to make sarcastic comments about his gaffes and his senility. But I don’t find their jokes very funny, nor do the ‘deplorables,’ the white grazers who voted for Trump and have now been designated for slaughter. In 2016 Hillary’s supporters laid down in the street and foamed at the mouth because Trump threatened to limit their abortion rights, and he was opposed to the extermination of the white race. Trump’s supporters are not lying down in the street or foaming at the mouth, but they are very depressed and some are suicidal. But isn’t turn-about fair play? Isn’t that part of the democratic process? It is part of the demon-cratic process, a process which tells us that the agony of white grazers is a good thing while the slightest tummy upset of a liberal is a bad thing. When Trump won, the liberals wept because they wanted to kill babies and kill whites. They thought Trump would stifle them, so they opposed him in everything, and eventually brought him down by making common cause with the Chinese communists. The white grazers, whom the liberals want to eliminate, are depressed because more babies will be killed and they will be killed as well. Whom should we be concerned about?
Every Trump supporter was not on the side of the angels — they were a mixed group — but every Biden-Harris voter was and is on the side of Satan. That is why the demon-crats ‘won’ the election and why they have won the cultural war. They have faith; they worship the devil through the sacred negro, while the white grazers are still groping for a faith they can call their own. They can’t turn to the organized churches, because the churchmen have embraced liberalism. So where do they go? A romance is often, as John Buchan points out in his novel Huntingtower, quite crude and earthy in its beginnings:
Dickon groaned. What had become of his dream of idylls, his gentle bookish romance? Vanished before a reality which smacked horribly of crude melodrama and possibly of sordid crime. His gorge rose at the picture, but a thought troubled him. Perhaps all romance in its hour of happening was rough and ugly like this, and only shone rosy in the retrospect. Was he being false to his deepest faith?
But then a romance can grow, if there is genuine humanity in its inception, to something of great constancy, to something that is noble and good. The “simple fools” with their MAGA hats and Trump banners had something inside them which the conservative intellectuals lacked. They had a feeling for a leader who loved them and sought to protect them from the wickedness and snares of the demon-crats.
And that type of love is the stuff of romance. “We are such stuff as dreams are made on.” The white grazers’ dreams, when they voted for Trump, were not completely divorced from the hearth-fire faith of the antique Europeans. For that reason, and that reason alone, the demon-crats bared their fangs and attacked with satanic fury. The break with old Europe must be complete. There must be no European hearth fire in the liberals’ utopian world. The Bush-Romney Republicans are not the objects of the liberals’ hatred because they believe, like the liberals, in the destruction of the white race. Neither Trump nor the white grazers who supported him ever advocated anything resembling what the liberals’ call ‘white supremacy.’ But merely being white makes you a white supremacist in the demonic ideology of the liberals. We can’t escape this issue of white pietas. If we give up our racial hearth fire, if we march behind the banner of ‘We are not racist,’ we will continue to lose to the liberals.
When Trump won in 2016 without cheating, the liberals treated his election as an illegal usurpation. The election was supposed to be a mere formality, like the elections in the Soviet Union used to be. This time around the liberals made certain that there would be no repeat of 2016. The Biden-Harris ticket got fewer votes than Hillary the witch got, yet they won, because the liberals were quite willing to break every electoral rule in order to win, just as they were quite willing to commit murder, through the communist Chinses virus, and through the Antifa/Black Lives Matter barbarians, in order to eliminate their enemies, the white Trump supporters. And as is always the case with liberals, they didn’t care if thousands of non-whites, the collateral damage, were killed as well. The liberals adhere to only one law – their will is sacred because their will is God’s will. And who is their God? It is Satan, whom they worship in and through the sacred negro.
Solzhenitsyn asked himself the question, when he was imprisoned in the Gulag Archipelago, why didn’t we resist when they came for us? Why didn’t we get whatever weapons we could lay our hands on and fight as a united group? I think the answer to Solzhenitsyn’s question can be found in Dostoevsky’s book, The House of the Dead. In that book Dostoyevsky writes about his experience in prison, during which he got a chance to observe first-hand men who were imprisoned for murder. And he noted that once they had transgressed that moral barrier of ‘thou shalt not kill,’ the second, third, and fourth murders became quite easy. The murderers had become a moral authority unto themselves, and that made them able to kill again and again. But such men are unusual; most men need some moral authority in order to justify the killing of their fellow men. A soldier finds his moral authority for killing in the State, and so do the bulk of the European people. And that is the tragedy of the European people. The mad-dog liberals believe that they are the State, whether they are elected to power or whether they are not elected; they believe themselves to be the State. And their religion of State is the worship of Satan through the sacred negro. Anything is lawful in the defense and advancement of that State. This places the white grazer in an impossible position. He believes that the modern democratic states are sacred and cannot be violently opposed, just as the Soviet citizens believed that the Soviet State could not and should not be violently opposed. The white grazer will defend his home from burglars, he will support state-sanctioned wars and his local police, but he will not fight against the State, because he has retained half of the Christianity of Alfred the Great, while the mad-dog liberals have embraced the entire dogmatic theology of the devil. Let us go back to Alfred.
Alfred started the reclamation of his kingdom with just a few acres of land in the hinterlands of Britain. That was his Christian kingdom. And then, because he was truly Alfred the Great, he reclaimed all of Britain from the Danes. And he so impressed the pagan Danes when he showed mercy to them after he defeated them, that they made a genuine conversion to the true faith. Now we come to the crucial point that is of such significance to modern Europeans. On his death bed Alfred enjoined his sons to ‘keep the law.’ Alfred was right of course, he was always in the right. It was imperative that his sons should adhere to the Christian laws that he had laid down for all Britons. But what if Alfred had lost to the Danes? What if he was forced to live in the hinterlands of pagan Britain? Would he have commanded his sons to ‘keep the law’? Of course not. He would have commanded them to keep fighting until Christ was King over all of Britain.(1)
The liberals, the men and women who voted for Biden, are totally committed to Satan; that is why they were prepared to violently resist Trump’s reelection if their mail-in ballot subterfuge failed. But the white grazers, the men and women who voted for Trump, are in limbo. They have a certain preference for Christian things, but they do not have an “Onward, Christian Soldiers” faith in the Christ of the Gospels, the Christ of old Europe. And when you only retain a partial faith, you will be annihilated by the demon-possessed liberal swine who have made Satan their god. The grazers have retained the Christian Europeans’ respect for the law, but they are incapable of seeing that the law, once it is no longer Christian, is not the law that Alfred, the exemplar of Christian rulers, told his sons to adhere to. The exact opposite is the case. Our law is grounded in Satan’s will. Alfred would have told us – he is telling us still – to oppose that law with our whole heart, mind, and soul.
With the exception of the House of the Dead type of murderers, the Ted Bundies, the white Europeans need State sanction when they kill. The exemplar for all liberals is Robespierre, who made man’s reason into a god, and in the name of that god started his purge. That purge still continues in the European nations. In the name of reason, the sacred negro, and science, the non-illuminated whites must be eliminated. AOC and her ilk have told us outright, the liberals are coming for thee and me.
It would seem that the colored barbarians, particularly the black barbarians, do not need state sanction to kill. But when they kill whites, do they not kill with the state sanction of the liberals? And when they kill each other, isn’t it in adherence to their ancient barbaric faith in bloody sacrifice? Civil rights for blacks, in a white Christian society, must of necessity involve a suppression of the blacks’ barbaric faith in bloody sacrifice. They must be forced to adhere to Christian precepts of law and morality. In a post-Christian society, a society based on man’s reason, the black barbarians are encouraged to practice their ancient faith. Of course the illuminated whites never anticipate that the blacks might not always distinguish between illuminated whites and non-illuminated whites; Atticus Finch is only admired by the white liberals.
We must fully understand why the liberals hated Trump. He was opposed, unlike his Republican predecessors, to their religion of bloody sacrifice. He did not want infants to be slaughtered on the liberals’ altars (other Republican presidents merely gave lip service to the anti-abortion cause), and he wanted white people to be included in the American dream, and not exterminated. The liberals will always oppose such a politician, they will eliminate him by whatever means necessary. Where does that leave the white Europeans? It leaves us in the demon-cratic slaughterhouse. We can stay within the perimeters of demon-cracy and wait to be slaughtered, or we can oppose the liberals, as Forrest opposed them. But how can we fight without state sanction? How can we not fight? If we remain passive, haven’t we chosen to support Satan over Christ? Is it noble to brag about your acceptance of the law if that law is the liberals’ law, a law based on the slaughter of the innocents and the ritual murder of the white race?
If this election has not taught us that we cannot reason with the devil, then we are of all men most to be pitied, because we will remain in thralldom to the devil and his minions during our lives here on earth. And the next world? It is my hope and prayer that I and the white grazers will not give up our hope for another world, even while under the heel of Satan in this world. But it will be better for us, the white Europeans, if we fight for His reign of charity here on earth. That fight is what gave our European ancestors a sure and certain hope in His Kingdom come on earth as it is in heaven. If we don’t fight, if we follow the conservative pundits and make peace with our liberal overlords, we will endanger our own souls and the souls of generations of Europeans still to be born. The Witch of the Green Kirtle just about convinces Jill Pole and Eustace Scrubb that there never was a Narnia or an Aslan until Puddleglum breaks the hellish spell and defies the Witch:
“No, I suppose that other world must be all dream.”
“Yes. It is all a dream,” said the Witch, always thrumming.
“Yes, all a dream,” said Jill.
“There never was such a world,” said the Witch.
“No,” said Jill and Scrubb, “never was such a world.”
“There never was any world but mine,” said the Witch.
“There never was any world but yours,” said they.
Puddleglum was still fighting hard. “I don’t know rightly what you all mean by a world,” he said, talking like a man who hasn’t enough air. “But you can play that fiddle till your fingers drop off, and still you won’t make me forget Narnia, and the whole Overworld too. We’ll never see it again, I shouldn’t wonder. You may have blotted it out and turned it dark like this, for all I know. Nothing more likely. But I know I was there once. I’ve seen the sky full of stars. I’ve seen the sun coming up out of the sea of a morning and sinking behind the mountains at night. And I’ve seen him up in the midday sky when I couldn’t look at him for brightness.”
Puddleglum’s words had a very rousing effect. The other three all breathed again and looked on one another like people newly awaked.
“Why, there it is!” cried the Prince. “Of course! The blessing of Aslan upon this honest Marshwiggle. We have all been dreaming, these last few minutes. How could we have forgotten it? Of course we’ve all seen the sun.”
–The Silver Chair
Our schools, our churches, and every major institution in our nation support the Underworld of the Witch of the Green Kirtle. They tell us that there never was an Overworld, a world in which men and women looked to a Suffering Servant who came to redeem mankind from sin and death. What are the liberals celebrating when they celebrate the death of one tiny instance of Christian humanity in their Underworld? They are celebrating the total victory of darkness over light. Right now our greatest enemies are the conservative pundits who tell us to get back to business as usual. It shall not be business as usual. In the name of God, we must reject the ‘non-resistance to evil’ policy of the conservative Quakers and act like European men who actually believe in Christ the King and oppose the devil and all his works – and the devil’s proudest work is the liberal who hates Christ as the devil hates Christ.
Biden will reinstate the anti-white propaganda throughout our military, he will re-establish the United States’ subservience to communist China, and he will put in motion the legal machinery to have Trump and his family prosecuted for crimes against the satanic state. When the State is satanic, to oppose Satan is treason. Then they, the demon-crats, and the conservative shadows of the demon-crats, will come for the white grazers. The white grazers will have one more season to hunt deer before the liberals shall order the militia to hunt them. And while the purge is going on, the conservative pundits will tell us to sit tight and wait for a Bush or a Pence to come along and save us through the demon-cratic process.
When we walk through the valley of the shadow of death we need our ancient faith, which is a revelatory faith, not an intellectual faith, in Christ the Lord. We are helpless and hopeless if we stay within the confines of demon-cracy. But outside of those hellish confines there is faith, hope, and that charity of honor. That charity and that honor, which are grounded in His love, shall see us safely home. +
(1) Biden will legalize some ten million colored infidels because that is the essence of liberalism – a satanic coalition of post-Christian Europeans allied with the barbarians of color. It will take another Alfred, supported by a remnant band of Christians, to drive the liberals and the colored barbarians from the European nations that once called themselves Christian. The United States, the exceptionalist nation, is indeed an exception. Our anti-nation is exceptionally satanic because we had less of a Christian tradition to throw off. When David was hiding in the cave from his enemies, he asked the Lord to, “Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name: the righteous shall compass me about: for thou shalt deal bountifully with me.” So shall it be with us when we reject democracy and turn to the God of David and the God of Alfred, our Savior, Jesus Christ.
Hamlet. Not a whit; we defy augury. There’s a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, ‘tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come; the readiness is all. Since no man has aught of what he leaves, what is’t to leave betimes? Let be.
I have always been moved by the love and affection the Southern people retained for Robert E. Lee, even after he lost the Civil War. He made some crucial military mistakes, but still his people loved him because they knew he had given them his life’s blood. So it is with Donald Trump. He has given his life’s blood for his people. He deserves their love, and it seems that he has it. I hope he retains it always, even in defeat.(1) Whatever Trump’s mistakes were, he was the embodiment of what a Christian leader should be. He loved much and fought mightily against the same forces of evil that Lee fought against, only at this stage of European history the forces of evil are infinitely mightier than they were at the time of Robert E. Lee.
I don’t think Trump’s critics on the ‘conservative’ side really understand that “life is earnest, life is real.” The conservative critics preferred theory to reality. When Trump failed to adhere to their utopian theories of democracy they turned on him and joined the mad-dog liberals in their venomous attacks on Trump. Democracy with a large D is a terrible system of government; it is organized anarchy, a war of all against all with no mediating authority. A ‘leader’ in a democracy is not really that powerful. When Trump won a close election in 2016, it was not a coup d’état in which he eliminated all of the evil cabinet members and court sycophants of the previous regime. Far from it. The media, which are part of the liberal opposition, and all the federal bureaucrats and the Republican Rhinos remained intact during Trump’s presidency. In order to get anything done, Trump had to make all sorts of coalitions with divergent factions. That is the nature of demon-cracy. I hate democracy, but it is not Donald Trumps’ fault that we have a democracy and not a throne-and-altar Christian monarchy. The conservative intellectuals such as Ann Coulter, who threw fits when Trump did not immediately set things right, showed an amazing lack of understanding, considering that they were supposed to be wise pundits, of just how democracy works.
Trump was faced with an impossible task. He faced off against a majority coalition – the academy, the churchmen, the media, and the demon-crats – who are possessed by the devil. Such creatures cannot be dealt with democratically, yet Trump was forced to deal with them democratically. The difference between good and evil was never so apparent as it was during Trump’s interactions with the press when the coronavirus was at its peak. Trump was manfully trying to balance concern for the health of the American people with his concern for the American economy, which is also a health issue because poverty and unemployment produce their own set of health problems, while all the liberals, and unfortunately a good deal of the conservative liberals as well, could do was attack Trump. “Better two million people should die,” one liberal commentator declared, “than Trump should be re-elected.” And what is so bad about Trump – what has he done to earn such hatred? He has injected an infusion of genuine humanity, a touch of Christian charity, into a political system that was and shall be again, once Trump departs, devoid of humanity and Christian charity. Trump’s people love him because they know that he has fought for them with a fierceness and a passion that can only be produced by love. He tried to balance concern for the health of the American people with his concern for the economy during the Covid-19 crisis, he tried to appoint prolife judges who would limit the wholesale slaughter of infants, he opposed the communist Chinese, and he fought against liberal economic policies designed to impoverish white Americans. When a leader exhibits that type of charity, “that charity of honor,” we must support him even if his actual successes seem very slight. For how do we measure success? If we look at the satanic forces arrayed against Donald Trump, his ‘slight’ successes seem enormous.
Trump entered hell when he became President. Did we expect him to convert Satan’s minions and transform the hell on earth that the liberals have been building for centuries into heaven on earth? He battled mightily against the devil and his minions, and because he had the moral courage to do battle with them, they chained him to the Promethean rock and pecked away at his entrails. He has earned the respect and love of every man and woman who still has a heart that loves. Like Alfred, like Lee, like Forrest, he has given his life’s blood for his people. I love and honor him for that.
If, as it appears, that the demon-crats have stolen the election by liberal chicanery and Trump has been removed from office, what is to be done? Should we despair and die? No, we should not, because that is what he, the archangel Satan, and his minions, the liberals, want. They hate all things noble and Christian, and they think they now have destroyed the last tiny remnants of Christian humanity. Is that true? They have certainly destroyed the last remnants of Christian humanity within the framework of democracy. But is our hope bound up with the fortunes of democracy? Remember it was the democratic process that produced, “Give us Barabbas.” I hoped and prayed for a Trump victory because I wanted more time before what I knew was coming, the armed battle against Satan and his minions. Shouldn’t I, as a Christian, have wanted that battle to come sooner rather than later? I suppose I should have, but it is not a pleasant prospect, and I, because I am weak and mortal, said, “Not yet, oh Lord, not yet.” But it has come; it is time to break the liberals’ chains of democracy and “step out” into the real world, where what is good, pure, and noble must be defended and fought for as real Christian men of old Europe fought for their Christian hearth fires. Trump’s victory four years ago gave us a Christian respite. We had a few more moments to walk in the sunlight of a remnant Christian culture. But now the darkness of Satan’s everlasting night has descended upon us. We must fight to restore the light that shineth in darkness; Christ will aid us if we call on Him by name.
I believe, against the wisdom of the Scribes and Pharisees, that the foolishness of God is wiser than the wisdom of men, but I don’t want to lie about my feelings either. Trump’s loss goes beyond depressing. First and foremost it goes beyond depressing because I love my wife and children. They need, like all Christians, to feel that there is some concrete, visible representation of something honorable and Christian left on this earth. There is that within me that screams, “They didn’t deserve this, please God, they didn’t deserve this.” And then there are the white grazers, my people, who are confused and bewildered about everything, particularly all things pertaining to God, but they are more sinned against than sinning. They have something inside of them still; they are struggling toward the light that once shone all over Christian Europe. They need to believe in the source of that great light. The right type of hero worship, which they had for Trump, was a start toward the one great hero, Jesus Christ. Only an intellectual conservative or a Gnostic neo-pagan could be indifferent to the sufferings of the white grazer and make common cause with the Biden-Harris demon-crats in order to punish the white grazers for following Trump instead of their intellectual theories.
The first liberal, as Burke tells us, was the devil. It has always been and always will be the devil’s desire that his will, not God’s, shall rule here on earth as he rules in hell, which is a perverse parody of the Lord’s prayer. Through his minions in society, men like Shaw, Voltaire, and Rousseau, and through his minions in the organized churches, as distinct from the real church, the church of “where two or three are gathered together in my name,” Satan has managed to create, through the democratic process, hell on earth. Trump’s presence, as off this stage we have shown, represented an attempt to inject Christian charity into a democratic system opposed to all things Christian. The liberals reacted to Trump as Dracula reacted to Van Helsing when Van Helsing thrust the crucifix into his face. And we must, now that the liberals have shown their fangs, do what Van Helsing did to Dracula. We must drive a stake through their collective heart.
On election eve one of my sons said that if Trump won, we, the Christian remnant and the liberals would be much better off. But if Biden and Harris won, we andthe liberals would be worse off. He was right. Why should the liberals oppose even a remnant of Christian charity being injected into the political arena? The answer can be found in the Gospel:
And when he was come to the other side into the country of the Gergesenes, there met him two possessed with devils, coming out of the tombs, exceeding fierce, so that no man might pass by that way. And, behold, they cried out, saying, What have we to do with thee, Jesus, thou Son of God? art thou come hither to torment us before the time? And there was a good way off from them an herd of many swine feeding. So the devils besought him, saying, If thou cast us out, suffer us to go away into the herd of swine. And he said unto them, Go. And when they were come out, they went into the herd of swine: and, behold, the whole herd of swine ran violently down a steep place into the sea, and perished in the waters. And they that kept them fled, and went their ways into the city, and told every thing, and what was befallen to the possessed of the devils. And, behold, the whole city came out to meet Jesus: and when they saw him, they besought him that he would depart out of their coasts. – Matthew 8: 28-34
The liberals must, because they worship darkness and not the light, flee from Jesus Christ. If we bow to their will, simply because they claim they have been democratically elected to do Satan’s will, we will go over the cliff with the demon-possessed liberal swine. If we do not denounce “give us Barabbas” democracy, the white grazers will despair and die because they will see no alternative to swinish, demonic demon-cracy. The deep state and the deep church — Pope Francis the blasphemer is a Satanist – are totally opposed to Christ. They hate anything that resembles His reign of charity. Those two forces are fearsome, reptilian entities that seem invincible. Still, I can say without lying that I believe if we call on Him by name, He will send His angels to protect and defend us in the coming battle against Satan and his minions. In this our darkest hour, when it seems like all the forces of hell have prevailed against all that is good and honorable and Christian, we shall see, if we pray to Him who saves, that He will sustain us in the day of battle just as He will sustain us at the hour of our death.
After we honor Trump for his efforts, and after we grieve for our electoral defeat, we must make the determination to turn this electoral defeat into a victory. The liberals bared their satanic fangs during the election in a way that they never did before. They think, now that they have disposed of Trump, that they will be able to reign in perpetuity. That is not so. Now the real war shall begin. Democratic resistance to liberalism is over. But quietly, without any official declaration of war, we must internally, “With Ate by his side… let loose the dogs of war.” The liberals have invaded our homes, violated our women, and murdered our kith and kin. They must not remain unopposed just because they have won an election by chicanery. We must, in the name of the God of mercy, make them know that their merciless cruelty will not go unopposed.
I should say, before closing, that I do not know when the final internet shutdown will take place. Trump’s presence in the political arena has mitigated, somewhat, the boldness of the internet tyrants. I will keep writing until the final shutdown. “If it be not now, it will come.” So let me place my heart in my hand and write the words from that old song: “I have loved you dearly, more dearly than the spoken word can tell.” Though I have not seen you face to face, I love you, ye remnant band of Christian Europeans. None of us shall yield, because He did not yield to the devil, who tempted Him in the desert, nor did He yield on the cross. “By the cross we conquer.” +
(1) Trump might still win an electoral victory. I hope and pray that he does. But whether it be now or four years from now, the final reckoning with the liberals must take place. No people can exist as a people under God who permit liberals to hold sway in their nation.