Professor Throckmorton has chimed in on the great May Day battle of 2013, where Heimbach, Shane Long, and I (as well as five others), confronted an army of 400 marauding Marxists, halting their progress cold, directly in front of the white house. Somewhat like Gandalf, in that now infamous scene in the Lord of the Rings movie, we stood our ground and shouted “You Shall Not Pass!”; and they didn’t.
Afterwards, Shane and Heimbach attended the League of the South national conference, where they were awarded the Nathan Bedford Forrest, for their bravery (a high honor for us Southern nationalists).
The good professor Throckmorton is obviously appalled by such a sacrilegious act of bravery, and even more so by the resulting award ceremony.
I posted a response on his blog, but knowing how these neo-jacobins are wholly averse to defending their views publicly (let alone condescending to someone of my filth), I doubt it will show up. In case it doesn’t, I post it here for public consideration:
(The good professor concludes his blog with the following statement: “Perhaps actions like these are why some people have reconsidered associations with the League of the South).
No “perhaps” about it, professor; you and your ilk are successfully imposing an anti-Southern, anti-Western paradigm onto the unsuspecting minds of millions of naive college youngsters, who are, as a result, abandoning organizations like “League of the South”.
That your cherished worldview is philosophically incoherent, blasphemous (in its rejection of historic European faith-norms), and intolerably impractical, doesn’t phase these impressionable youths, who have no inkling a better way exists.
I remain incurably-optimistic however – as despite the billions spent by your ilk on pop-culture propaganda, and despite the complete hegemony you hold in academia, organizations like the League of the South continue to grow (despite being abandoned by politically-correct hipsters).
So on that note: thank you for the extra bit of publicity. I’m sure some will hear of our honorable stand that day in D.C. and, instead of lamenting it as you hope, will feel a stirring of long dormant passions.
When that happens (and it will): the spirit of Nathan Forrest is awaiting them in the Sherwood of Dixie.