Let it Be!

Let it be that the night shines brightest
When all the world lingers in the blackest hiatus.
And let the streams flow from unknown places,
While knights cringe in fear during their acts so courageous!
And let the “wise” worry with wonder itself

While children wonder whether “wisdom” harries or helps.

Long trains of saints go trudging along,
Followed by the knights so gallant and strong,
Working their way up Zion’s hill,
Hoping that the gates are open still.
Where inside are heard sweet voices clear:
“Come to us, Come to us, linger not there!”

So on up the mountain these brave folk wander,
Following the voices that drift from up yonder,
While stifling those noises that take from their thinking
The sound of the voices they heard sweetly beckoning.

Let it be that their ears are not false guides
Leading them into traps that the intellect hides,
And let it be only they who hear the voices clear,
While all the while their children are playing so near.
Let the wise listen to the Heavenly sounds,

While children shout at walls and hear their echos rebound!

Crisis in Shotgun’s Playlist

For you old-timers a “play-list” is a particular (and usually, arbitrary) grouping of songs.  When music is born it consists of various vibrations in the air which are picked up by our ear drums.  In today’s age however, these vibrations are reduced to electronic signals and converted into binary so that the songs can be stored as electronic files like .mp3′s or .wav’s.  These files are then able to be traded, passed along or sold over the internet, iphones and various other electronic means.

Since obtaining music has become so easy, people tend to amass very large archives of material.  It gets hard sifting through all the songs just to find the one or two that you’re in the mood to hear, so you take twenty or thirty with a similar theme and group them together.  That way, when you’re in the mood to go running, (for example) you can load the “running” playlist into your .mp3 player and instantly have access to a list of songs that are all upbeat.

Or maybe you’re feeling homesick and want to listen to songs about home, or going home?  You could easily compile a playlist for such an occasion!   Raining outside?  Whip up a “Songs About Rain” playlist!  The man got you down?  Throw together a list of conspiracy-themed songs!  The possibilities are endless.

Unfortunately, the endless possibilities come with all the usual draw-backs of global sharing.

Going to the theater to hear an orchestra was the event of an evening.  Even if one didn’t have the economic means to afford a night out on the town, music was still considered a special treat.  When the fiddle and the banjo came down off of the wall, it was a time of celebration!

Music was an organic production of a locale and carried with it all the concerns, beliefs and characteristics of the people living there.

This changed, though, when radio and television hit the scene.  All of a sudden, locale flare was broadcast nationwide and music began to be homogenized.  Bluegrass music is a wonderful example of this.  Bill Monroe (and we can’t discount the contributions of Earl Scruggs in this regard either) created a sound that was emulated all over the world!  To this day, people are still trying to copy that original Monroe sound.

Eventually, music had to be classed together for ease of advertising.  There was the music enjoyed by most rural whites.  There was the sophisticated opera and classical that the metropolitan whites enjoyed.  And there was also the rise of music influenced and enjoyed by the negros.

We all know at least some part of this history.  Today, on the radio, we have “rock” stations, “rap” stations, “classical” stations, “country” stations, “Christian” stations, “Jazz” stations and even “oldies” stations.  When I began archiving all of my music, I was young and naive.  I followed suit with the culture I was born into.  I classed my songs according to this popular canon of genre type.

But lately, over the past few years, there has been a change in my tastes.  I’ve grown up a little and I can see how distasteful popular culture is, not just in its manifestations of art, but the very fabric and makeup of it which has been produced by capitalism run wild and worship of democracy!  This artificial way of classing the music in my archive seems repulsive to me.

I decided that, after I write this blog, I’m going in and re-arranging my archive (and all my playlists).  I’m dividing all my songs into just two categories…two folders:

“Old Europe”

and

“Satania”

Now, I realize that these categories, (even for those who have a general idea about why I would have chosen these two particular names) are a bit ambiguous.  I’m calling this the Chris Ledux paradox!  Chris Ledux was said to be the last real cowboy in country-music.  He killed and skinned his own game and proudly sang about those Europeans who were hammered and forged by the rolling plains.  Many of his songs genuinely represent old Europe, but some are blatant appeals to Satania.  Ledux thrived in the twilight-time of old Europe, singing and writing in a time of transition between the old European Christian order and the new, Satania and so it’s hard to always classify which of my categories to place him in.

You see, the old Europe songs will be songs that herald and glorify the spirit of Old Europe.  This will be mostly the Celtic songs, the classical songs and the organic expressions of local artists.  The Satania file will be where the bulk of the popular junk (which is the majority of everything produced today) will go.  I seldom listen to those songs anymore anyway.

It is my hope that the advent of file sharing will stifle the effects of rabid capitalism on the music industry and promote a more genuine affection for local songs.  Live music will become more and more popular, as an “experience” rather than simple sound-waves to be raped and consumed before moving on to the next fix.  A piece of music can be passed on either through oral traditions or on paper, maintaining its objective brilliance with local flavor added.  (For example, my sister plays Ode to Joy directly from the written music, and yet no one can play the song like my sister on the piano.  It’s unique to her as an artist.)

I hope to purchase some of the following artists, and add them to the “Old Europe” file.  Some of the following I already own and list them here so that my readers will hear about them (if they haven’t already) and enjoy them like I do:

Mean Mary:  http://meanmary.com/

Not only can this girl sing, she is an incredible banjo player.

The Wailin Jennys:  http://www.thewailinjennys.com/

These girls are wonderful vocalists as well as musicians.  Their harmony is wonderful.  And, even though they’re from up north, their music is an organic expression of European hearts.

Lamb and Lynx Gaede:  http://prussianbluefan.blogspot.com/

The “Olson Twins” of the White Nationalist movement! ;)

Deborah Brinson: http://harpofdixie.com/

Wonderful and haunting vocals as well as classical harp music about old Dixie as well as Celtic songs.

Loreena McKennit:  http://www.quinlanroad.com/
her rendition of “The Lady of Shalott” will always be one of my favorites.  You will get chills…

Moya Brennan: http://www.moyabrennan.com/

Sometimes referred to as “The First Lady of Celtic Music” Brennan’s haunting Celtic melodies are incredibly soothing.  She’s the older sister of famous singer “Enya” who is also well-represented in the “Old Europe” file.

Wolf Stone: http://www.wolfstone.co.uk/

And, we cannot forget the queens of Celtic music: Celtic Woman!  Their song “the Voice” is one of my all time favorites.

I’ll not list anymore, but I hope what I’ve provided gives you guys an idea about what sorts of songs are going into the “Old Europe” file vs. which songs will go into the “Satania” file.  If you would like to know of any more of the artists or know of some that you know I would like, then please, introduce me to them!  The larger my “Old Europe” file grows, the better.

Rosetta Stone is Great

About two years ago I purchased the German Level 1 Rosetta Stone software.

It was an incredible program with only one draw-back:  you have to actually use it for it to work.

I diligently applied myself to learning Deutsche (German) for a few weeks until, inevitably, my interest waned and I moved on to other projects.  The program sat under my desk for the next two years, feeling neglected (vernachlassigt).

As I mentioned in an earlier blog, life has forced me to move back into my childhood home and I’ve been spending a lot of time with my father, who interestingly enough, spent a few weeks over in Germany when he was younger and always spoke highly of his experience.  My grandfather (on dad’s side) also spent time in Germany, albeit under less than congenial circumstances.   We grew up hearing about adventures in Germany during the War and Pop always spoke very highly of his German enemies and their ingenuity.

With little urging on my part, I convinced my father to learn the language with me.  So I pulled out the old Rosetta Stone box, blew the dust off of it and prepared to re-install it into my computer.

The only problem was, the glue in the CD packaging had deteriorated and coated the back of the disk rendering it useless.

I called Rosetta Stone customer service and stayed on the phone over an hour with a very polite tech-assistant who sounded like she was from Guam, Thailand or some other Asian-pacific locale.   We worked through every possible angle and diagnosed every possible problem that could be affecting my installation.

Finally, she conceded that my CD was indeed worthless and after a quick transfer to the Customer Service guys, I was informed that a new set of disks were in the mail.

They arrived two days later and installed flawlessly.

So, Prost!  Zum Wohl Rosetta Stone!  May your stock forever increase!

A Plea To My Fellow Kinists

Since the stands I’ve recently taken have caused problems, I decided to write something more substantial than a mere comment-reply on Facebook:

The line upon which our current disagreement rests is an arbitrary line that has no business existing. There is no such thing as a “weak” or “strong” kinist.  There are only racially self-conscious Christians who seek to stay faithful to their fathers as well as their Father.

No “kinist” I know is naive enough to think that there are no exceptions to any given rule.  As I’ve said before: there may be some odd context where theft or lying are moral but they certainly aren’t normal and so we speak of them as sins.

Someone who says of us that we make those sorts of naive judgments concerning race-mixing presents a straw-man that diverts our attention in at least two ways:

1. It draws our focus away from how miscegenation is being used today to destroy white Christian culture.

2. It artificially divides us over the miscegenation issue when really there is no significant disagreement (on a practical level.)

Miscegenation is a violation of God’s created order.  An attack on the family, an attack on the nation and ultimately, an attack on the very sovereignty of God (allbeit an attack waged in ignorance.)

Someone doesn’t have to believe this about miscegenation just to have strong views of the family, ethnic-nationalism and theonomy, obviously.  Someone could still be a “Kinist” in my opinion, even if they don’t believe that miscegenation is a violation of God’s order, although they would be inconsistent, leaving their position open to legitimate (and, I’m sorry to say: savage) criticisms.

Now, while we Kinists do have ideological issues to work through, we shouldn’t define ourselves by our views concerning miscegenation lest we feed the ignorant fires of our opponents who see nothing BUT miscegenation.

We’re being attacked by a grizzly but instead of running, we’re discussing the negative health benefits of human meat!

Our people are dying all around us and we’re discussing the murders in the abstract.   Kinism, if it is nothing else, is about the plight of our loved ones and kinsmen.

So here is my proposed compromise:

We can discuss “miscegenation” in the abstract and how sinful it may or may not be, when we’re comfortably around the fire-side, beers in hand and having a good laugh with each other. Fine and good. This is how it should be.

But, when discussing race-mixing in our current, contemporary context, especially in America (and primarily in the American South), as well as in Europe, South Africa and the other “Western” countries we have to see it as evil.

THAT miscegenation, in THAT place, in THAT context, is surely sinful!

It is this egalitarianism, this enlightenment mindset, this humanism, this…this…SATANISM that I oppose with every fiber of my being.  It is these ideas which define the “reactionary” and, my friends, we are all reactionaries even if we’re not reacting self-consciously!

I stand or fall with old Europe.  She may be a ghost or a dream but by God I’m a dreamer and yes, ironically, I will court a spook! ;)

DUM SANGUINEM MANET

So long as the blood endures!!

Surprise at the Local Subway

The life of a healthy eater is hard unless the occasional allowance is made, so this past Saturday found me in the local Subway, standing in line for one of my favorite weekend treats.

What was unusual about this Subway, however, was that there was an all white staff.

For the first time since I’ve been a customer of Subway restaurants I was served with pride.  The morale was high; the supervisor, strict but personable and the customers were moving through the line like lightening!

As my sandwich was being prepared, the staff bragged about how their “line” was the quickest and most efficient.  Judging from the banter, it was clear that there was some sort of rivalry between the different shifts (or lines, as they called them.)

When it came time for me to pay, I noticed that the cashier (who was also the supervisor) had forgotten to add the bacon to the price of my sandwich.  I let him know of his oversight and he responded with a shrug and a wave and said, “Naah, don’ even worry ’bout it, it aint nothin’.”

I was very impressed and inspired.

Despite the constant barrage of propaganda, public-school indoctrination, intimidation, sensitivity training, legislation and faux-gospel messages…whites are still white.

If you’re ever in north-eastern North Carolina, stop by a subway and see it for yourself.

Rushdoony on War and Women (Deut. 21:10)

(I’ve taken the liberty to transcribe the following chapter from Rushdoony’s commentary on Deuteronomy chapter 21:10-14 so that it can be studied by those of my friends who do not currently have access to the book.)

10 When you go to war against your enemies and the LORD your God delivers them into your hands and you take captives, 11 if you notice among the captives a beautiful woman and are attracted to her, you may take her as your wife. 12 Bring her into your home and have her shave her head, trim her nails 13 and put aside the clothes she was wearing when captured. After she has lived in your house and mourned her father and mother for a full month, then you may go to her and be her husband and she shall be your wife. 14 If you are not pleased with her, let her go wherever she wishes. You must not sell her or treat her as a slave, since you have dishonored her.

This is both a law of marriage and of war.  Its purpose is to bring moral order to the brutality of warfare.  In this century, the treatment of women during war, and in the aftermath, is a grim story of barbarism.  This law is designed to prevent the misuse of captive or enemy women.

It must be noted that the captive girl who is desired cannot be raped, nor can she be made a concubine, i.e., a wife without a dowry.  She is deliberately called a wife and must be treated as such.  It is her standing under law.

No Canaanite woman could be married (Deut. 7:2).  The law deals with non-Canaanites.  The captive woman either trimmed her hair, or shaved her head, according to some, to indicate her changed status.  Paring her nails was ritual of purification as was cutting the hair.

She could not be treated as a concubine nor as a slave.  If, either during the month prior to marriage or at some point after, the man decided not to marry, or decided to divorce her, he had to treat her honorably.  Ancient Hebrew law forbade divorcing her when she was ill.  She was not to be sent away empty-handed.  The protection given to the cpative girl was thus a deterrent to rash decisions, before and after she was taken captive.  The law prevented her use merely for sexual purposes.  She was to be seen as a wife from start to finish.  The relationship had to be a legal one.  As Hoppe noted, on divorce, “she does not revert to her former status but is given the freedom due any Israelite woman.” [Leslie J. Hoppe, OFM, Deuteronomy (Collegeville, MN: Liturgical Press, 1985), 66]

This law makes it clear that the ‘purity’ of Hebrew blood was not a factor.  Moreover, whereas in modern Jewish practice, the woman,  the mother, determines whether or not the child is Jewish.  In Hebrew practice the child’s status was determined by the father.  Here as welswhere there is often a gap between biblical law and modern Jewish practice.

If the husband rejected the captive woman, he had to send her “whither she will” (v.14).  The determination rested with her.  If there were children, loss of them would be a deterrent to the husband.  Her freedom is insisted on by this law, and this was a check on arbitrariness by the man.

The Bible recognizes only one kind of lawful sexuality, within marriage.  As Erdman noted, “The regulation was designed to allow no other form of union other than that of lawful marriage.” [Charles R. Erdman, The Book of Deuteronomy (Westwood, NJ: Flemming H. Revell, 1953), 62]

With marriage, the captive girl ceased to be a captive and became a wife in the covenant community.  As Morecraft noted,

“This law limits a person in authority, i.e. the head of the house, in his authority over his wife.  Because men are sinners, God gives laws to govern and to limit and to guide him in his use of authority, lest he abuse it as a tyrant.  Here we are taught that a husband is not to treat his wife as a slave, or a “thing” to be used and discarded at will, disregarding her personality character, personhood, and welfare.  His headship is to be a loving headship. [Joseph C Morecraft III, A Christian Manual of Law:  An application of Deteronomy (Atlanta, GA: Atlanta Christian Training Center, n.d.), 64]

The children went with the innocent party in a divorce.  The captive girl made wife “had all the rights” of every covenant woman and the same standing in the law. [Samson Raphael Hirsch, The Pentateuch, vol. 5, Deuteronomy, trans. Isaac Levy, 2nd ed. rev., pg. 409] The usual practice among other peoples of antiquity and more recently has been to regard all captive women either as slaves or as nonersons with no standing before the law.

John Gill’s studies of Hebrew texts indicated that the captive woman could be a widow or a virgin.  The month’s delay thus was also to give time for her instruction in and conversion to the faith. [John Gill, Gill's Commentary, Vol 1, 766] The month’s delay would also give time to determine whether or not the woman was already pregnant.

Calvin saw this law as “a toleration” on God’s part as well as a regulation. [John Calvin, Sermons on Deuteronomy, 742]

A very important aspect of this law is in the concluding words to the husband requiring that the captive woman made a wife had to be treated as any Hebrew woman.  The law states that the reason for this is “because thou hast humbled her” (v.14).  This is a term normally reserved for cases of rape and seduction.  The capture of a woman, and then marriage to her, meant that she had to be treated well precisely because she was a captive women originally.

In Exodus 22:16-17, the seduced girl had to be given a dowry even if the father of the girl rejected the seducer as her husband.  The term “humbled her” is used in Deuteronomy 22:24 for a case of adultery.  In Deuteronomy 22:28-29 it applies also to cases of seduction, and no divorce is allowed.  At the very least, in all cases where the term is used, the law militates against the man.  Marriage normally is not t o begin with a “humbling” of the woman, and the man is penalized in all such cases.  G. Ernest Wright observed, “there is no exact parallel to the law; its thoughtful forbearance and consideration contrast with the cruelty one otherwise associates with war.” [G. Ernest Wright, "Deuteronomy," in The Interpreter's Bible, vol. 2. 461]

Shaving or trimming the hair, and paring the nails, was at times a sign of mourning.  It was, however, also a ritual signifying conversion from one religion to another. [Robert Jamieson, A.R. Fausset, and David Brown, A Commentary on the Old and New Testaments, vol. 1, 670]  Many rabbinic commentators assumed that the month’s delay provided time for instruction.  A captive woman would logically be receptive to it because it would enhance her status.  Moreover, religious affiliations among pagans were not personal decisions; they were aspects of membership in a particular family, clan, and city-state.  Given this fact, conversion could both be easy and superficial, although in the marriage of Ruth, a non-captive girl, it was a profound and intense faith.

Rules of warfare have never had much success, least of all in times such as ours and the Renaissance, times of little or no faith.  A people’s words mean little without God’s authority behind them.

There is another aspect to this law that must be noted.  It stipulates marriage, not promiscuity, where enemy women are concerned.  The Bible, very plain spoken, tells us of the rapes of Hebrew women by foreign armies.  At the same time, while unsparing of Hebrew sins, it does not record like offenses by Hebrew soldiers.  Laws with respect to the treatement of women were too often capital offenses.  For this reason, even the very militant modernist commentators discuss this law with respect.

Modern readers are troubled by the possibility of polygamy.  Leviticus 18:18 properly translated can mean, “Neither shalt thou take one wife to another…” Polygamy is forbidden by God’s law but still regulated.  Its actual incidence was low; only the very wealthy could afford it.  The law limits sexuality to marriage and, while regarding polygamy as wrong, still sees marriage as a condition to be vastly preferred to promiscuity.  Leviticus 18:18 has no penalty for polygamy; perhaps polygamy is its own punishment.

Shotguns Courageous

Hih! Yih! Hoho! Send your letters raound!

All our salt is wetted, an’ the anchor’s off the ground!

Bend, oh, bend your mains’l, we’re back to

Yankeeland–

With fifteen hunder’ quintal,

An’ fifteen hunder’ quintal,

‘Teen hunder’ toppin’ quintal,

‘Twix’ old ‘Queereau an’ Grand.”

The negros had overtaken the cafeteria, forcing us white boys to scrounge for an alternative haunt lest we become victims of their jeers and bullying.  So, we congregated on the bricked wheel-chair ramp near the entrance of the high-school and spent our lunch time daydreaming about the future and having meaningless adolescent debates.

My friend Josh was adamant about joining the Army and going out for Special Forces, perhaps the Airborne Rangers.  George (who was never one to be outdone) opted for the Green Beret and I, being the eccentric one of the bunch, proudly declared my desire to be a Navy SEAL.

It wasn’t long before we met our respective recruiters and went our separate ways.

I shipped out to boot camp in Great Lakes, December of 2000 armed only with a loose-knit evangelical faith, neo-conservative convictions and the desire to be a hero.  It was brutally cold and late at night when we were all ushhered off the bus.  Men were screaming at me and I had no idea why.  Orders were shouted, young men were everywhere and it was generally chaotic.

I didn’t last long in boot-camp.  I came down with pnumonia and was discharged a few weeks later.  I returned to North Carolina defeated; my boy-hood spirit, tarnished.

Lesser men would have called it quits, but I was too stupid for that.  No, for better or worse, I had Christian convictions that compelled me towards heroism!  There was nothing greater than fighting for America!  (So I thought at the time.)  Around this time, the tragic events of Sept. 11 2001 transpired and before I knew it, I was on a bus, back to Great Lakes, with the promise of BUD/s in my contract.

This go-round, I broke my foot in boot-camp but at least I made it through!  I went to Military Photo-School housed at Fort Meade in Maryland.  After learning how to be a photographer, I was shipped to an F-14 Tomcat squadron: VF-211.  There, I was to work on the TARPS camera system until such time as I was able to strike for Navy SEALS.

I was ill-treated in the squadron, the adventures and dramas are fit for a book.  I learned the ways of the Navy, particularly the air-side.  (For those of you not familiar, there are two Navys in America.  The one consists of ship-board drills, berthings, ladder-wells, scuttlebut, ships, saluting flags, mess-halls and the like.  The other is home to the air-dales.  Air Dales generally don’t fall in for all the spit and polish of the regular Navy.  They’re far more laid back, preferring instead to focus all of their energy in keeping jets in the air.  We didn’t even have a consistent uniform.  It was nothing unusual to see a guy wearing full camo with a flight jacket, walking around on the flight-line with a tool pouch.  I could continue, but this blog isn’t about my Naval-nostalgia.)

After six years with VF-211 (which was the last Tom-Cat Alpha squadron in the Navy), I got a new set of orders to work for the Pentagon News Channel in Washington DC.  I spent four years there, learning everything from producing, photography, web developement and graphic design to the intricacies of office politics and big-city living.

Somewhere along the way, I became convinced that there was nothing at all I could do that would gurantee an answered prayer.  There were no amount of good works I could perform that would earn me an answered prayer.  I realized that God loved me and saved me despite anything at all I could do!  There was NOTHING I could do to earn it!  I became a Calvinist, not through any outside influences, but from reading the Bible, praying and the guiding of the Holy Spirit.

I began reading and reading.  The more I read, the more I grew.  My political views started changing.

Gradually, I began to despise the very organization I had enlisted into.  But not just the Navy or Department of Defense, but the entire State.  The entire American mindset became offensive to me.  Democracy itself became a principle that I saw to be drastically at odds with the very God I had come to know and love.

I realized that the only just war was one waged in defense of hearth and home…in defense of the blood.  But the organization I was oath-bound to serve, was one of the biggest enemies of my blood and my people!

I was very upset with God, whom I had trusted this entire time to lead me into the path He desired, but instead of molding me into a Navy SEAL, super-hero, He had brought me to a mountain from which all the depravity of the world became clear.

Before a sailor ships out to sea, or pulls into a port, he is often reminded of operational security proceedures.  Promotional posters would instruct loved ones:  “If you tell where he’s going, he may never get there!” implying that, the enemy may find out the destination of the ship and position themselves for attack.

Of course, this same holds true for my Naval career.  I rejected Calvinism outright.  Infant Baptism? You kidding me?  I was a neo-conservative to the core, I would have never accepted the notion that American foreign policy was the least bit distasteful.  I was everything Satan wanted me to be and yet, in God’s wisdom, I was cast overboard into a raging sea where I was picked up by the most unexpected of coincidences and became a man.

Had He told me where I was going, I would have never gotten here.

Just like the boy Harvey in Rudyard Kipling’s classic work, “Captains Courageous” I was thrust, by providence, into unforseen and quite undesirable circumstances; the boy was lost at sea.

My last day in the Navy was this past October the 23rd.  I moved back home, once again without the title of “Navy SEAL” although, this time there will be no running back to the State.  For better or worse, I’m back with my family and kin.  Maybe I’ll go study literature, philosophy and economics?

By the way, Josh never actually enlisted, (he had flat feet) and George served a two-year stint in the Army, returned to NC, got married and gained about 200 lbs!

‘Twix’ old ‘Queereau an’ Grand.”