Oh Come all ye faithful,
joyful and triumphant,
Oh come ye, oh come ye, to Bethlehem.
Long has it been since we’ve heard an official word on “Kinism”, and yet, recently, John Marshall, former intellect-extraordinaire of the Reformed racialist world, emerged onto the Rebel Yell podcast to discuss the recalcitrant “movement.” He didn’t say anything particularly new for the Rebel Yell audience (other than a few reading suggestions). The ideas ostensibly promoted by Kinism are similar to what’s being said by many factions of the Alternative Right. Podcasts aren’t a good venue for Kinism since it’s hard to dive into the philosophical nuances lying behind the ideals. Nevertheless, one segment riled me up: Marshall admitted to a recent lag in Kinist enthusiasm and offered a “call to arms”. “Rise up! Attack the institutions!”.
Yes, I’m no longer convinced that in-depth philosophizing is the cure for our people. Yes, I feel I’ve been treated unfairly by some “kinists”. And yet, Marshall’s words brought chills to my arms when I heard them. I recalled the days I used to passionately attack the “Christian” satanists and call them to account before our holy God. I remembered the purpose I used to see for my life and, miracle of Christmas miracles, I felt the winds of battle. Metaphorical winds, of course. Almost no one is advocating actual violence (my advocacy for decentralized use of force got me kicked from the “Identity Dixie” fellowship – their loss).
Satan is very powerful right now. His reach extends even to our very souls and he pulls at the deepest, dearest, parts of our faith. And yet, right at the moment, just before the final piece of it is ripped away, a powerful force of love re-asserts itself. “You shall *NOT* have my faith, Devil! I am loyal to Him and will die for Him and worse, I will live for Him!”
In one of the countless “calls for unity”, written by a government-schooled materialist, I posted that we ought to return to Christ and our racial home if we want to survive. This was, I thought, a relatively benign view among pro-white advocates, and yet, I received a monstrous push-back. “God doesn’t exist” I was told. I’m “stupid” for thinking it. Stupid for relying on Him. Stupid to think He will save us.
No. There’s only one way to “unite” white people. It’s not through the epistemically-flaccid materialism of Johnson’s Counter Currents, nor is it through the foul grand-standing of TRS, DS, or any of the other bathroom-stall-tier websites blackening our culture.
The Christian God does exist. We know Him through our hearth and home. The warm, fire-side channels of grace that melt the anestheized techno-haze around the hearts of moderns. Come, let us adore Him! Let us grasp hands with our friends and family and feel the regenerating spirit of power that comes through being reunited with our racial home!
He exists and He’s called us to be His standard-bearing people; not through pontification and incessant theorizing, but through the helpless cry of an infant, surrounded by shepherds and an assembly of the meek.
We can’t save the world, but we can remind it that it’s already been saved.
For His sake, and so long as our blood endures…
(P.S…my friend Faust has decided to begin blogging again! A long-time comrade in arms. Seeing his post along with hearing John Marshall’s call – and, of course, along with the ever faithful and ever-steady voice from Cambria Will Not Yield – I’ve decided to renew my own efforts against the devil. I’ve flagged lately. We all need breaks, I suppose; I’m just sorry mine was so long. It’s over now and here comes the Christian soldier…)