I was reflecting on the day-to-day treachery of the republican party and its stampede into our cultural latrine to defecate on the symbols of white southerners. These being the same constituents without whom the party’s senate majority would dissolve to approximately 30-70. So coming from republicans, the sentiment of “thank you” has some odd spellings. These typically taking the form of $$$$$!, Toda Raba!, Gracias! or the earthier Nigga please.
Though for South Carolinians to be lectured by a governor Nimrata Randhawa on the symbols of their heritage is an indignity no people should have to bear. Because most westerners are constitutionally capable of producing only a cheap, ersatz solipsism, we do not appreciate the high-grade variant on routine display from others. For a paleface to arrive in the state of Punjab and explain to locals why the festival of Holla Mohalla should be denounced as glorifying death and xenophobia is an act even beyond the capacity of most SJWs. Yet the Indian governor manages to execute an analogous maneuver without even a trace self-consciousness. Here’s what the confederate battle flag means. Take it from a native southerner. Though this obviously won’t cause any sheepishness in plying them for votes. As Jay Fivekiller quiped, it’s always Please to be voting Republican. Thank you please vote again.
Symbols are important, and flags are some of the most recognizeable. They are markers of culture and kin…blood and soil. They are not indications of tolerance or inclusivity, but rather logos of exclusive membership. And contrary to infantile narrative, not being included is not a slight. The Hinomaru will never represent me or mine no matter what governmental forms or location of residence may have to say on the matter. And while I can always hope for courtesy and mutual respect, I can not hope to ever be a member of its tribe. It belongs to them and is not my boundary to draw. Mature adults accept these benign disqualifications with equanimity. SJW drones do not.
But the symbolism of flags isn’t limited to our status in the moment. They are also reflections of our past and guideposts to the future. They are a thread in the bond that connects our fathers to our sons. They are visceral representations of the civilization we hope to steward to our posterity. And because symbols are anchored at greater psychic depth than mere rational thought, they have the power to partially transcend agitprop. And this is why they are attacked by the left.
Destroying the confederate battle flag has nothing to do with an institution practiced previously around the world that ceased in America 150 years ago. It has everything to do with deracination of the left’s most reviled domestic opposition: white southerners. I notice even some of those flirting on the alt-right frontier periodically succumb to the perpetual slander campaign. Dumb, toothless, bare-foot, inbred, trailer park hicks. And most importantly, RACIST. Which tribe is it that put those wholesome images in your mind, I wonder? And which of your own cherished symbols is soon to find itself in the glare of feral opprobrium? As always with conservatives, it’s a frantic scramble to be eaten last.
Banning symbols is important for the left in the same way as banning “hate speech.” For what men stop seeing or saying they eventually stop thinking. And while acknowledging the inspiration of Conan and Joe, controlling your enemies’ very thoughts is truly what is best in life. And that thought must culminate with one conclusion:
You were nothing, you are nothing, you belong to nothing.
One can already witness this in macabre clarity among legions of programmed western youth. These culturally denuded wretches openly lament that whites “have no culture,” “aren’t even a real people,” and “stole everything they have from others.” You might think we could at least get credit for being crafty in this narrative. But even that goes to the noble gypsies, alas.
I recall noting a poignant anecdote recently on Twitter. The image wasn’t captured, though some young liberal–customarily imbued with more certainty than knowledge–offered something to the effect of: America was never 90% white, that’s bullshit. We’ve always been a diverse country.” Just so. And we’ve always been at war with
And so the confederate battle flag will fly no longer, even in the auction air of Ebay. It won’t be anywhere near the last. The West is replete with symbols of the people who created it. All must eventually come down. And if the right keeps dashing to the back of the buffet, firing into its own flank, and desperately attempting appeasement, it will leave only one symbol of our civilization behind.
Two vast and trunkless legs of stone…as the lone and level sands stretch far away.