0 comment Wednesday, September 17, 2014 | admin
I was just reading some blogs wherein the usual infighting and general contentiousness prevailed, with very little response from either other, more reasonable commenters or the blogger(s) in question.
Often I wonder why this curious detachment. I think I have finally realized something, which may be obvious to my readers, though I was slow in grasping it.
Some of the bloggers who are ostensibly champions of our side seem to have only an intellectual commitment to it. I keep noticing more and more the absence of emotion on the subject.
Perhaps I am the anomaly or the oddity, if you want to put it that way, in that this subject is emotional and visceral to me. It is not just an intellectual exercise or a game in which I want my 'side' to 'win'. This is deeply serious business to me, and it's the future of our posterity, our children and grandchildren. It's our way of life. It's all we hold dear. It's home and family. It's the life's blood of our ancestors, who made great sacrifices to come here and establish a homeland for all of us, their descendants.
It's about honor. It's about truth, and about what is just and right. It's survival. It's about not letting the heretofore unbroken chain be broken irrevocably. It's about preserving the best of what our forefathers lived for.
"Breathes there the man with soul so dead", as Scott said.
Yet apparently there are those who don't feel this emotionally. The love and the loyalty and the fierce attachment are not there. The lights may be on upstairs but nobody is home down where the hearth-fire should be burning.
The missing piece for some of those who are supposedly our compatriots is the feeling, the emotion, the "all-or-nothing, this is it," sense of urgency.
That missing piece is only the most important one of all.
Often I wonder why this curious detachment. I think I have finally realized something, which may be obvious to my readers, though I was slow in grasping it.
Some of the bloggers who are ostensibly champions of our side seem to have only an intellectual commitment to it. I keep noticing more and more the absence of emotion on the subject.
Perhaps I am the anomaly or the oddity, if you want to put it that way, in that this subject is emotional and visceral to me. It is not just an intellectual exercise or a game in which I want my 'side' to 'win'. This is deeply serious business to me, and it's the future of our posterity, our children and grandchildren. It's our way of life. It's all we hold dear. It's home and family. It's the life's blood of our ancestors, who made great sacrifices to come here and establish a homeland for all of us, their descendants.
It's about honor. It's about truth, and about what is just and right. It's survival. It's about not letting the heretofore unbroken chain be broken irrevocably. It's about preserving the best of what our forefathers lived for.
"Breathes there the man with soul so dead", as Scott said.
Yet apparently there are those who don't feel this emotionally. The love and the loyalty and the fierce attachment are not there. The lights may be on upstairs but nobody is home down where the hearth-fire should be burning.
The missing piece for some of those who are supposedly our compatriots is the feeling, the emotion, the "all-or-nothing, this is it," sense of urgency.
That missing piece is only the most important one of all.
Labels: Ethnopatriotism, Kinship, Loyalty
0 comment Wednesday, May 28, 2014 | admin
An interesting snippet which was written just after the quake in Christchurch, NZ: Benedict Brogan, of the Telegraph UK, says of the New Zealanders
''We may not be able to get rescue teams there quickly to help the life-saving effort, but there are other ways we can show that the historic bonds of family and kinship mean something, and thereby defy that tyranny of distance Mr Hamilton spoke about.''
The mention of 'bonds of family and kinship' are rather surprising as people, that is, White people specifically are not supposed to think in these terms anymore. And above all we are not supposed to speak in these terms. It's excusive and xenophobic, you know.
It's possible to read too much into this, I suppose, but it is a nostalgic thing to see this mentioned, as it was taken for granted in pre-PC times that we of Anglo-Saxon descent were kin, whether we live in Britain, Australia, Canada, New Zealand, or the U.S.A.
This talk of blood kinship between nations sets off the radar of a few of the PC patrol on the thread, but it's refreshing to know that these old, and very natural, patterns of affinity are still not forgotten, despite decades of brainwashing and shaming.
I wish our cousins in New Zealand well, and my prayers go out to you in the aftermath of this disaster.
"...Also, we will make promise. So long as The Blood endures,
I shall know that your good is mine: ye shall feel that my strength is yours:
In the day of Armageddon, at the last great fight of all,
That Our House stand together and the pillars do not fall.
Draw now the threefold knot firm on the ninefold bands,
And the Law that ye make shall be law after the rule of your lands.
This for the waxen Heath, and that for the Wattle-bloom,
This for the Maple-leaf, and that for the Southern Broom.
The Law that ye make shall be law and I do not press my will,
Because ye are Sons of The Blood and call me Mother still.
Now must ye speak to your kinsmen and they must speak to you,
After the use of the English, in straight-flung words and few.
Go to your work and be strong, halting not in your ways,
Balking the end half-won for an instant dole of praise.
Stand to your work and be wise � certain of sword and pen,
Who are neither children nor Gods, but men in a world of men!
--Rudyard Kipling, England's Answer
''We may not be able to get rescue teams there quickly to help the life-saving effort, but there are other ways we can show that the historic bonds of family and kinship mean something, and thereby defy that tyranny of distance Mr Hamilton spoke about.''
The mention of 'bonds of family and kinship' are rather surprising as people, that is, White people specifically are not supposed to think in these terms anymore. And above all we are not supposed to speak in these terms. It's excusive and xenophobic, you know.
It's possible to read too much into this, I suppose, but it is a nostalgic thing to see this mentioned, as it was taken for granted in pre-PC times that we of Anglo-Saxon descent were kin, whether we live in Britain, Australia, Canada, New Zealand, or the U.S.A.
This talk of blood kinship between nations sets off the radar of a few of the PC patrol on the thread, but it's refreshing to know that these old, and very natural, patterns of affinity are still not forgotten, despite decades of brainwashing and shaming.
I wish our cousins in New Zealand well, and my prayers go out to you in the aftermath of this disaster.
"...Also, we will make promise. So long as The Blood endures,
I shall know that your good is mine: ye shall feel that my strength is yours:
In the day of Armageddon, at the last great fight of all,
That Our House stand together and the pillars do not fall.
Draw now the threefold knot firm on the ninefold bands,
And the Law that ye make shall be law after the rule of your lands.
This for the waxen Heath, and that for the Wattle-bloom,
This for the Maple-leaf, and that for the Southern Broom.
The Law that ye make shall be law and I do not press my will,
Because ye are Sons of The Blood and call me Mother still.
Now must ye speak to your kinsmen and they must speak to you,
After the use of the English, in straight-flung words and few.
Go to your work and be strong, halting not in your ways,
Balking the end half-won for an instant dole of praise.
Stand to your work and be wise � certain of sword and pen,
Who are neither children nor Gods, but men in a world of men!
--Rudyard Kipling, England's Answer
Labels: Anglo-Saxon Heritage, Ethnic Solidarity, Kinship, New Zealand
0 comment Wednesday, May 7, 2014 | admin
My home is not a place, it is people.
Lois McMaster Bujold wrote that. I agree with it. Speaking for myself, my home is people, not just a geographic location, and yet I have a strong, primal attachment to the place which is the old home place, where generations of my ancestors lived and died, and where they lie buried.
I wrote a little about the subject of home, and about the loss of home in a post called Home Truths.
The subject is far too little discussed in all our debates about what is happening to our country and our people. The idea of home is very primal, and is essential to us all -- yet we think little about it in the context of our crisis.
However, over at Signals From the Brink, the Narrator has a very good post called 'Us', which says some very important things about home and identity and culture. If you haven't already done so, please read it; it's well worth reading and pondering.
Lois McMaster Bujold wrote that. I agree with it. Speaking for myself, my home is people, not just a geographic location, and yet I have a strong, primal attachment to the place which is the old home place, where generations of my ancestors lived and died, and where they lie buried.
I wrote a little about the subject of home, and about the loss of home in a post called Home Truths.
The subject is far too little discussed in all our debates about what is happening to our country and our people. The idea of home is very primal, and is essential to us all -- yet we think little about it in the context of our crisis.
However, over at Signals From the Brink, the Narrator has a very good post called 'Us', which says some very important things about home and identity and culture. If you haven't already done so, please read it; it's well worth reading and pondering.
Labels: American Culture, Home And Hearth, Identity, Kinship