Brothers and sisters, think of what you were when you were called. Not many of you were wise by human standards; not many were influential; not many were of noble birth. But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong. God chose the lowly things of this world and the despised things—and the things that are not—to nullify the things that are, so that no one may boast before him.
Beware the Revolutionary, dear readers! He loves his victims so much he ends up destroying them. Recognize him by his insistence on abstraction. Instead of talking about his friends (if he has any) he’ll talk about the ideal person – Joe the Plumber, Smith the Coal Miner, Sophie the Washwoman, and so on. These people fill the neighborhoods and cities of the Revolutionary’s imagination but he doesn’t know them in person. The unfortunate few he does know, he knows only as archetypes – as ideals that fit his revolutionary notions. They’re never individuals in and of themselves.
Politicians are great at this, often bragging about some guy they know in Nebraska who happens to be a farmer, or some woman they know in Boston who happens to be a nurse. How many fish have the politician and farmer caught together? How many cups of coffee has he shared with the nurse? None – but he speaks of them as if they’re in his social circle when in point of fact, he’s merely using them as typical examples of the American “everyman.” I know a farmer, so I know you!
Christ, on the other hand, literally became one of us. He knows the unabstracted situation of humanity from first-hand experience.
I bring all this up because Revolutionaries are legion among pro-white activists. They’re problematic because they never support the eccentric actions or passions of individual whites, preferring instead to think of whites in the abstract. Because of this, they’re unable to support individual acts of heroism – they’re too worried about their revolutionary strategies for that.
Be on the lookout for phrases like: “…such and such makes us look bad.” Or, “…that fellow is too ugly to be in the public light.” On the Revolutionary’s view, we need to present, at all times and in front of all cameras, a Greek Adonis archetype. When, at a local rally, conference, or protest, an attractive young couple is found who seem to meet this standard, they’re hounded to the front, put on posters and signs, and placed in front of all the cameras. But because they’re humans instead of two-dimensional archetypes, they always fall short of the ideal, usually publicly, and are humiliated because of it, ending up disgruntled and heart-broken.
When a man does something heroic – like shooting one of our enemies – the last thing we need to do is cry about how it “makes us look” or about how much it damages the revolutionary initiative. He ought to be treated heroically. We’re of Germanic decent, are we not? Invite him to the front of the mead hall and sing songs about his victorious exploits!
…but no. If he’s no Greek Adonis, he’s pushed to the back, shackled; abandoned. But let the Devil beware – we are special people, crafted for specific damning purposes by loving, white God, each and every one of us.
To the demons reading this: you’re on notice. The abstractionless are coming for you.