A Changed World

“The world has changed. I see it in the water. I feel it in the Earth. I smell it in the air.”

Treebeard, The Lord of the Rings

It is a strange thing indeed, to see a nation sell it's birthright to an hostile alien, it is stranger still when you see what was once a great nation give it away as happened yesterday in those United States.

I will admit to feeling shaken when it became clear the Marxist Mulatto was going to win the American presidential election, even though I has resigned myself to it anyway, it still came as a shock.

I can't say I wished McCain to win, I didn't, he seemed a dangerous man to entrust such power, but neither did I wish to see Obama win it.

I fear that this may be the end of a great power, the ending of an age.

The celebrations surrounding his victory disturb me, that white people can actually wish and desire to become vassals of an outsider, of a foreigner!

And I also fear that this will be only the first such act of surrender in the west.

My only hope is that this will mean an American government not so desirous of a conflict with Russia, McCain would have sought out a confrontation with the Kremlin, he would have brought the Ukraine and Georgia into an alliance with those United States, whether as part of NATO or not. My hope is that Obama leaves Russia alone. It is interesting that President Medvedev made a confrontational speech to the Duma, the day Obama won, something methinks would have been muted had McCain won.

As I've written before, Russia seems the only sane Christian power left in the world, one that increasingly looks likely to be our only hope of survival in the years ahead. Those United States are now not only a bad ally, they are set to become an open enemy of Christendom.

So passes the great American republic, destroyed by its own foolish belief in 'democracy', poisoned by years of Satanic propaganda, and now left as the primary vehicle of evil in this world.

This is not a time for celebration as fans of the Marxist Mulatto believe it is, it is a time of mourning.

Who are we?

We are orphans, subjects of wicked men who claim they 'care' for us, we are lost, walking in the darkness, in the ruins of what was once a glorious civilisation. We are a people lost in our dreams, hoping one day, we can awake to a reality much like our dreams.

But our waking lives are a nightmare, we struggle to survive, despised by our rulers, loathed by the elite, who seek our dissolution, they sponsor a wave of human migration, the likes the world has never seen, they sponsor violence against us and ours.

We are told we are evil and wicked, we are mocked, or fathers are condemned as wicked, by those who rule us with a rod, a rod of fear, of threatened violence.

We are a people separated from our past, from our forefathers, from the glories of Europe before the great slaughter of the First World War, the suicide of the west.

We are peoples wandering, without roots, without hope, drenched in grief and mourning for this lost world. Most of us can't explain why we feel this way, most find it difficult to express our loss, our grief.

We hear this grief in our music, we sense it all around us, but cant define it.

The world has been through many terrible griefs, we have seen many terrible things, we have toiled and bled, we have fought and many have died, many of those who have died, died in vain, but nothing can compare to the fratricide unleashed in 1914.

In those terrible years we were marked, like Cain, we are cursed.

We seek a saviour, a messiah, and all to many times we have sought solace in false Messiahs, Stalin, Hitler, Mussolini, De Gaulle, Thatcher, Blair and now Obama, at other times we have sought saviours in 'democracy', 'human rights' and in discarding our past, our faith and morality, what fools we are, what desperation we must feel.

And yet, we still have our dreams, as weak as they are, as demoralised as we are, there is still a spark of goodness there, a point of light, a hope.

This hope is not in politics, it is not in arguing with our enemies, it is not in letter writing or pointless protests, it is not in powerless 'constitutional monarchies', it is in our souls, in our spirits, our peoples, the men of the west.

We are weak, many of us still believe vainly in 'democracy', but if we can get past this, just a small minority can change things, how many men were involved in instigating the French Revolution? Or the Russian Revolution? Not many, a few thousand at most, they led, they seized power from weakened governments, they did not campaign for election, they took power, not that I like the Jacobins or Bolsheviks in any way, I despise them and their works. But we must take lessons from their exploits, if we are ever to be serious, we need to discard our antique and unthinking belief in 'democracy' or voting or trying to convince the majority, the majority will always just go along with the way things are, we must think the unthinkable!

We are a lost people, a rudderless sham of a civilisation, if we don't do something serious soon, even that shadow of what we once were will be gone.

It's time for a counterrevolution.

Omagh 10 years on!

I see it's been 10 years since the bombing of Omagh.

I remember it, I was young and free and not connected to a mobile phone or the Internet or anything else really, I remember being at church the next day listening to the sermon in which some things about violence were mentioned, I looked down and under the seat in front of me was a Sunday paper with the story on the front page, it's odd, I felt really shocked!

For years I had heard things about bombs and assassinations and shootings and intimidation, I had seen news about death and destruction, but never had felt anything much besides boredom!

Thirty one people murdered by the 'Real' IRA, shoppers in a town all too like my own town, people all too like my people, it's odd how something can get to you!

The Days Have gone Down in the West!

'Where is the horse and the rider?
Where is the horn that was blowing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain,
like wind in the meadow.
The days have gone down in the West
behind the hills into shadow.
How did it come to this?'

- King Theoden, Lord of the Rings: Return of the King

I sometimes think that the 'west' that is so often invoked by various people has long since passed, the 'west' that we have now is a husk of it's former self, a parody of what the 'west' once was.

The nobility, the charity, the decency of our forefathers is gone, the selfishness and nihilism of the Jacobins, the Bolsheviks and capitalists has drained us most of our morality and vitality.

We seem entranced by trash, the trash of television and celebrity, the trash and lies of 'free love', the deception of 'get rich quick', the lies of relativism.

'The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.' What are we left with? Licence, promiscuity, a love of death, a toleration of lies, a rejection of God, a contempt of our past, of our forefathers and their decency.

'How did it come to this?' The concept of revolution, of progress and a disposal of the past.

No people, no race, no one can live completely cut off from who they are, no one, no people, no race can pretend that they popped into being with nothing behind them. We seem content with the lies told us, we seem happy with our lot.

I don't feign to know all things, I know myself too well for that, I see my weaknesses vividly, I see the procrastination, the unholy, the impure, I l know my imperfections and the few strengths. I don't condemn my fellow westerners, my fellow Christian brothers, I lament their weaknesses, I mourn their uncaring regard for their peoples, I wish that they could be stronger.

I read a comment on a blog, I can't remember which, the gist of which of which, was that we we(white westerners) were like the Elves in the Lord of the Rings, that we had lived in this world, had molded it to our desires, had created such beauty, yet, through our avarice and folly had lost this world, just when we had everything in our power, and that we were now condemned to a slow by inexorable decline, to be overtaken by other, newer races, who would inherit that which we had created and cultivated.

I don't know how exact this is, but is does seem apt!

I hope that we can find ourselves again, I hope we can recover from the guilt of total war, genocide and slavery, I hope, that we can be who we once were, I hope!

Rare Auld Times!

One of the best songs for a late night sing song at the local!