The utopian liberal (a redundancy because all liberals are utopians) builds his castle with the bricks and mortar of unreality. He lives in mortal fear of losing even one brick from his castle of unreality, so he employs masons to keep the castle strong and guards to protect the masons. And the keystone of the liberalsâ castle of unreality is the sacred negro. If that brick is removed, the whole castle will come tumbling downâŚ
A liberal kills all the divine longings in his heart so he can propound the abstract principles of his utopian brain. And with the circular logic of the madman, he always comes back to his own mind as the only reality. He will always find the imperfections of the King he hates and the culture he hates, because there is no perfect King and no perfect culture. But why does the liberal focus on the mote in Louis the XVIâs eye and ignore the log in the Jacobinsâ collective eye? Why were the white South Africans condemned for compassionate apartheid and the modern negro rulers not condemned for the bloody massacre of whites and blacks? Why does Tony Blair tell us we must have a racially diverse Britain when racially diverse Britain is diametrically opposed to everything good and decent that used to exist in non-diverse, racially segregated Britain? The answer to all those questions is that the utopian liberal is criminally insane. Devoid of all humanity he uses his brain to support the inhumanity of liberalism, which holds the negro aloft as the holy God of Liberaldom. Is such a faith madness? Indeed it is. The negro worshipping liberal and the Jacobin are spiritually united. –CWNY
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I donât question the statistics of the ‘death of the West’ crowd, but I do question their interpretation of the statistics. According to the statisticians we have only â because we are outnumbered 1,000,000 to 1 â enough time left to take one last bite of our cheeseburger and one last sip from our beer before we are swept away in a tidal wave of color. My first reaction to such statistical prospects of doom is â what difference does it make whether the white man is outnumbered 100,000 to 1, as he was when he conquered the world, or whether he is outnumbered 1,000,000 to 1 now, when he is at the bottom of the worldâs totem pole? Surely you donât think that the extra numbers arrayed against him at present have brought about his demise? No, of course you donât. So we must look elsewhere, not to sheer numbers, when we look for a reason for the death of the white man. A Martian recently arrived from Mars, given a weekâs access to a public library, could discover the reason for the demise of the white man: he once believed that Christ was the Son of God, and now he no longer believes that Christ is the Son of God.
My second reaction is the same as Hamletâs reaction to Horatioâs well-intended cautionary advice:
Not a whit, we defy Augury; thereâs a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, âtis not to come: if it be not now, yet it will come; the readiness is all, since no man haâs aught of what he leaves. What isât to leave betimes?
If God gave us a racial hearth fire in order that we might come to know Him through the people of our own race, then we must defend that hearth and those people, even if we are outnumbered 100,000,000 to 1. Since we all die, the only tragedy is dishonor, which is the way of the liberal, who betrays his race and his God. âBreathes there the man, with soul so deadâŚâ Yes, he is called a liberal, but the true European stays by his racial hearth fire, just as Ratty stayed with his river. His affirmation bears repeating:
`I beg your pardon,’ said the Mole, pulling himself together with an effort. `You must think me very rude; but all this is so new to me. So–this–is–a–River!’
`THE River,’ corrected the Rat.
`And you really live by the river? What a jolly life!’
`By it and with it and on it and in it,’ said the Rat. `It’s brother and sister to me, and aunts, and company, and food and drink, and (naturally) washing. It’s my world, and I don’t want any other. What it hasn’t got is not worth having, and what it doesn’t know is not worth knowing.
The numbers game is self-defeating. The Europeans must defend themselves no matter what the odds against them. They cannot wait until they âwin more people overâ to their side or try to ânegotiateâ with the colored heathen. They must fight. And contrary to the belief of the democracy boys, the Europeans need to reduce their numbers, not increase them. It is far better to go into battle with men committed to the cause with their whole heart, mind, and soul than to go into battle with traitors in the ranks. Keep the liberals in front of us at all times and leave the grazers at home. They will not be of any use to us, because they havenât enough spirit to fight for God, Harry, and St. George. This waiting for the grazers to âwake upâ is the white conservativesâ version of Waiting for Godot. Just as Godot never comes, the grazers never wake up. âDonât we try to convert the grazers?â No, we donât, at least not in the form of any rational apologetics. The grazers who can be converted will be converted when they see the Christian faith embodied in a fighting remnant of Europeans. But no grazer will see the light if the remnant band refuses to fight until they have more grazers on their side. That was and is the great error of the democratic nationalists. They look at how many hits they get on YouTube and dream of reversing the colored tide by getting âthe message outâ to uninformed white people. The sons of Mary, the remnant band of Europeans who have knelt at the foot of the Cross see something that the statistics-minded democratic nationalists do not see. They see that the destruction of innocence, the murder of their people, and institutionalized blasphemy in the form of negro worship is from Satan. And Satan will not be defeated by democratic pragmatism. He will be defeated by hearts of fire, by men who love their people in and through the European Christ, the God whose love surpasseth the understanding of the colored heathen and whose charity and mercy sustained old Europe, and who will, if we call on Him by name, sustain the Europeans in their battle against the liberals and the hordes of color. Nothing puts iron in a manâs backbone and fire in his heart like the knowledge that he fights for His reign of charity and mercy.
Iâve been told ad nauseam that fairy tales are for children, that we need ârealistic,â managerial planning if we want to save the white man. But it is the managerial mentality that has destroyed the white man. The tragedy of Western civilization is the tragedy of the sons of Martha run aground.
Now it came to pass, as they went, that he entered into a certain village: and a certain woman named Martha received him into her house. And she had a sister called Mary, which also sat at Jesusâ feet, and heard his word. But Martha was cumbered about much serving, and came to him, and said, Lord, dost thou not care that my sister hath left me to serve alone? bid her therefore that she help me. And Jesus answered and said unto her, Martha, Martha, thou art careful and troubled about many things: But one thing is needful: and Mary hath chosen that good part, which shall not be taken away from her. â Luke 10: 38-42
The sons of Martha are the church men prior to the French Revolution who were more concerned with gaining numerical superiority over their Protestant competitors than with the content of their parishionersâ faith; they are the modern day, white nationalists who invoke democracy and intelligence tests in their on-going war against the liberals but never invoke Christian Europe; and they are the modern clergy who have jettisoned European Christianity and its adherents for a fusion of liberalism and heathenism, supported by a numerically superior black and brown congregation. The sleeping beauty in the fairy tale can only be awakened by a hero brave enough to fight his way through the thorns and briars surrounding her and passionate enough to love and appreciate the beauty of the princess. The moral beauty of Christian Europe should stir the heart of every European with a shred of European blood left in him. And if there are no heroes of romance left who want to release the sleeping beauty? Then â
âTwas the hour when rites unholy
Callâd each Paynim voice to prayer,
And the star that faded slowly,
Left to dews the freshenâd air.Day his sultry fires had wasted,
Calm and cool the moonbeams shone;
To the Vizierâs lofty palace
One bold Christian came alone.
There are no laws in Liberaldom that bind a Christian European. When the law becomes an instrument for Satan, the only law left is the inner law, the law of charity. No European with a heart that still lives can countenance what the liberals countenance and encourage: the murder and torture of white men, women, and children, the murder of infants of every race and sex by legalized abortion, and the complete dismantling of white Christian Europe in favor of negro-worshipping liberalism. Aslan is not a tame lion, and those who love Him are not meek adherents of a liberal-based democracy or mild practitioners of non-violence. Whatever it takes! That charity of honor is what makes the European a European. Surely if we are true to that instinct, we will not remain the slaves of liberals and the sacrificial victims of colored barbarians.
The liberal says the antique Europeans were racist, sexist, and homophobic; therefore, their culture must be demonized and their descendants must be exterminated. The New Age Christian says the antique Europeans were insufficiently Christian because they were racist and sexist; therefore, he, the new, perfect Christian, will consent to the extermination of white people. The democratic white nationalist damns the antique Europeans because they practiced Christianity, which he believes is a managerially flawed system that caused the white Europeans to commit suicide. He looks to a new world, devoid of Christians, but presided over by intelligent white people who know how to manage things. The common denominator in every group mentioned is a hatred of the Christian faith of the antique Europeans and a hatred for, in the case of the liberals and the New Age Christians, all white people, and, in the case of the democratic nationalists, a hatred for every white person who adheres to the ancient faith of the European people.
All three groups converge on that central point, the antique Europeans. Their sins, alleged and real, are always placed before our eyes. But does anyone see past the lie? There was a spirit animating the much-maligned Europeans of old. And it was not a demon spirit, it was Christ, the son of the living God. No such spirit animates our modern culture. It is Satan, the demon spirit, and Satan alone who manages every aspect of our utopian dystopia.
I have no faith in any managerial system that promises me relief from satanic liberalism by an injection of more liberalism. What I do have faith in is the power of the one true fairy tale to set European hearts aflame. Such hearts, though few in number, will be enough. When we stay close to our European hearth fires, miracles occur. Christ didnât convince us of His divinity through a Socratic dialogue. He climbed Mount Calvary and set us an example of love and charity that drew the noble souls, the hearts of flesh, to His Sacred Heart. The Europeans of the old racist days saw with blinding sight because they followed in His train. If we do likewise, ignoring the caustic wit of the liberals and the massive numbers of the barbarian hordes of color, we will enter the European realm of fairy tales and storybooks. And then? We will be Europeans again, and we will no longer allow blaspheming liberals and savage coloreds to pollute our homeland. +