I am told, that the very sons of such Jew-jobbers have been made bishops; persons not to be suspected of any sort of Christian superstition, fit colleagues to the holy prelate of Autun; and bred at the feet of that Gamaliel. We know who it was that drove the money-changers out of the temple. We see too who it is that brings them in again. We have in London very respectable persons of the Jewish nation, whom we will keep: but we have of the same tribe others of a very different description, housebreakers, and receivers of stolen goods, and forgers of paper currency, more than we can conveniently hang. These we can spare to France, to fill the new Episcopal thrones: men well versed in swearing; and who will scruple no oath which the fertile genius of any of your reformers can devise.
In matters so ridiculous, it is hard to be grave. On a view of their consequences it is almost inhuman to treat them lightly. To what a state of savage, stupid, servile insensibility must your people be reduced, who can endure such proceedings in their church, their state, and their judicature, even for a moment? But the deluded people of France are like other madmen, who, to a miracle, bear hunger, and thirst, and cold, and confinement, and the chains and lash of their keeper, whilst all the while they support themselves by the imagination that they are generals of armies, prophets, kings, and emperors. As to a change of mind in these men, who consider infamy as honour, degradation as preferment, bondage to low tyrants as liberty, and the practical scorn and contumely of their upstart masters, as marks of respect and homage, I look upon it as absolutely impracticable. These madmen, to be cured, must first, like other madmen, be subdued. – Further Reflections on the Revolution in France by Edmund Burke
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In Burke’s Reflections on the French Revolution he makes the point that Christianity, despite the protestations of narrow-minded sectarians who thought that Christianity existed only in their sect, had been the animating and unifying force of the European people for centuries.
This mixed system of opinion and sentiment had its origin in the ancient chivalry; and the principle, though varied in its appearance by the varying state of human affairs, subsisted and influenced through a long succession of generations, even to the time we live in. If it should ever be totally extinguished, the loss I fear will be great. It is this which has given its character to modern Europe. It is this which has distinguished it under all its forms of government, and distinguished it to its advantage, from the states of Asia, and possibly from those states which flourished in the most brilliant periods of the antique world. It was this, which, without confounding ranks, had produced a noble equality, and handed it down through all the gradations of social life. It was this opinion which mitigated kings into companions, and raised private men to be fellows with kings. Without force or opposition, it subdued the fierceness of pride and power; it obliged sovereigns to submit to the soft collar of social esteem, compelled stern authority to submit to elegance, and gave a dominating vanquisher of laws to be subdued by manners.
If the ancient chivalry which stems from that charity of honor that Burke and St. Paul refer to is missing in the religion of the modern Europeans, can they still exist as a people? I think the horror show called diversity gives us the answer to that question. In the name of “diversity” and “fighting racism” white people at the bare minimum tolerate colored violence against whites and in most cases encourage it. It’s true that the liberals cover up the colored atrocities as best they can, but that still doesn’t explain the white Europeans’ refusal to respond, as a people, to the torture, murder, and rape of their people by an implacable savage foe. No people in the history of the world have responded to the extermination of their own race, with passive indifference in some cases and unhallowed joy in most instances, as the modern Europeans have. Surely a religion that encourages racial suicide is a religion to be shunned? Yes, it is, and until that modern faith of the Europeans is burned out of their souls, they will be defenseless against the savage hordes of color and the liberals and Jews who kill by proxy through the colored barbarians.
There must be no mistaking the essential unity of the secular liberals who are outside of the visible modern church and the professed Christians within the modern churches. These two groups are merely different branches of the same river. Pope Francis of Lampedusa fame is one in spirit with the worst of the liberal sectarians, they both love a different savior than the one the antique Europeans claimed as their savior. The same bureaucratic faith in a system, independent of the “good part” of the faith, which made French Catholics powerless against the Jacobins, has permeated the Christian churches and made the church-going Europeans not only powerless, but active participants in the new negro-worshipping religion of the liberals. A deeply held faith produces fruits. The fruits of the Europeans’ ancient faith was a people who believed in that charity of honor which St. Paul saw as the greatest of these, and Edmund Burke identified as the mark of the true Europeans. The fruits of the liberals’ faith are quite bitter. We see before us a house of desolation, devoid of humanity and devoid of God.
The racial war is a religious war. The white nationalist web sites which report the colored atrocities against whites that the mainstream media ignore perform a great service. They provide an epitaph for the crucified white victims of the new anti-Christian Christianity of the unchurched and church-going modern Europeans. But the atrocity reports alone will never stop the atrocities because such reports do not move the liberals. I’ve seen this malice of indifference within my extended family. Any mention of the white holocaust produces a circle-the-wagons protective instinct in my liberal father. “That’s an isolated incident,” or “It’s not race-related,” etc. When the heart is truly engaged in the reality of life, as Edgar’s is engaged, as Hamlet’s is engaged, there are no moral ambiguities. The issue is clear: “My people are being exterminated by colored savages who have the support of the liberals and the Christian clergy. This means that the Christian clergy are not Christians: they are liberals, and they should be treated as such even if they dress up in fancy outfits and quote chapter and verse from the Scriptures, telling me that negro worship and the demonization of whites is sanctioned by the parable of the good Samaritan. Surely if there is a God, He gave us the means to know His will. Is it the will of God, the one true God, Jesus Christ, that we should love and defend our people as the Ancient Europeans did, or is it the will of God that we should demonize our own people and sacrifice them on the altars of the savage gods of color? The love of God passeth all understanding and so does the iniquity of men who love their abstract theory of God in place of the living God.
Karl Barth’s assessment of Ludwig Feuerbach, the forerunner of Karl Marx, sums up liberalism: “We have heard Feurerbach speak, and we have heard something nauseatingly, disgustingly trivial.” Liberalism is aggressive superficiality on the march. The liberals decree that there must be no Shakespearean depths to life because something might be lurking in those depths, a human soul with a desire for a God of depth, a God who does not respect the superficiality of sacrifice, who requires that His people learn what mercy is. Therein is the dichotomy between modern multi-racial, negro-worshipping Europe and the white Christian Europe of the pre-modern era. The modern European keeps reality at bay by clinging to the superficiality of liberalism, which requires the sacrifice of a man’s soul, but does not ask a man to suffer the thousand natural heartaches that a man with a human soul is heir to. Superficiality anesthetizes the soul. This is why white people do not respond with rage and anger to the colored atrocities. A superficial, anaesthetized soul can only be roused by superficiality. The white grazer has been trained more thoroughly than Pavlov’s dogs. If his people are tortured and murdered, the grazer yawns with indifference, because he has been taught that he has no people. But if his football team loses, he weeps because only his superficial attachment to a multi-racial creation of the liberals has the power to move him. There is now a whole network of superficiality that keeps the white man from plunging into the depths, a plunge that would revive and purify his soul. Death itself has lost its sting for the superficial European, not because he believes as his ancestors believed, that we triumph over death through Christ, but because the modern European does not believe that the death of a purely natural man, without an immortal soul, is a great tragedy. Pain and suffering are bad but death is merely a return from whence we came, back to the elements. Every time there is a natural disaster in the Western countries a plethora of death and dying “counselors” are sent to the scene to “console” the people who have lost loved ones in the disaster. What comfort can such counselors be? There is no comfort in the face of death except Him. But we can’t reach Him if we remain in the superficial kingdom of Liberaldom where the negro is the high god and death is not seen as an enemy that must be overcome by our faith in the risen Lord of the antique Europeans.
Burke lamented that the European people were spending the unbought grace of life, while the Jacobins and their English supporters such as Priestly and Dr. Price rejoiced because the European people were breaking boundaries and evolving toward utopia. We now see where utopia ends: When “once our grace we have forgot.” All the novels in the 20th century which warned of a future dystopian world fell short of the mark, because no European could envision a world where Europeans ceased to exist as a people. The fictional Orwellian world of 1984 is a kindergarten class compared to the real life Babylonian hell that the liberals have created. We must look backward in time to the poet who “was not for an age but for all time” to see the horror of racial Babylon and the glory of racial Babylon averted.
Prospero comes to an island inhabited by the spawn of a witch, the hideous Caliban, who views mercy as weakness and cruelty as virtue.
PROSPERO
Thou most lying slave,
Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have us’d thee,
Filth as thou art, with human care, and lodged thee
In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
The honour of my child.CALIBAN
O ho, O ho! would’t had been done!
Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else
This isle with Calibans.PROSPERO
Abhorred slave,
Which any print of goodness wilt not take,
Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,
Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour
One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage,
Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like
A thing most brutish, I endow’d thy purposes
With words that made them known. But thy vile race,
Though thou didst learn, had that in’t which good natures
Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
Deservedly confined into this rock,
Who hadst deserved more than a prison.
In the lascivious fantasy of Caliban – “I had peopl’d else, This isle with Calibans,” – we see the horror of racial Babylon. In the firm resolve of Prospero – “I must prepare to meet with Caliban” – we see racial Babylon averted. And despite the fact that his own people have made an exile of him, Prospero forgives them, marries his daughter to a man of her own race, and seeks the grace of God:
And my ending is despair,
Unless I be reliev’d by prayer
Which pierces so that it assaults
Mercy itself and frees all faults.
Such were the fairy tales of the European people when they were a people. They believed that boundaries of race were channels of grace, not boundaries separating men from utopia. For Christ’s sake, for our own people’s sake, we few, we Europeans, must reclaim our European isle from the Calibans of color who feed on the flesh of our children, just as the liberal Sycoraxes consume the souls of our people in the name of the devil whom they serve. No magic formula will restore our people who do not believe they are a people. Only the grace of God will restore them. Thus it falls to the last Europeans to fight with might and main to keep the racial channel of grace, which keeps the other channels of grace open, pure and undefiled. The prodigals must have a home to return to. Come what may we must defend our ancient European hearth, in the name of the God of mercy. +