Monday, February 6, 2017

The Hate Parade

     Never imagine that this could possibly end well:

     They hate you.

     Leftists don’t merely disagree with you. They don’t merely feel you are misguided. They don’t think you are merely wrong. They hate you. They want you enslaved and obedient, if not dead. Once you get that, everything that is happening now will make sense. And you will understand what you need to be ready to do.

     You are normal, and therefore a heretic. You refuse to bow to their idols, to subscribe to their twisted catechisms, to praise their false gods. This is unforgivable. You must burn.

     Please read it all.

     Mind you, Schlichter is correct on all counts. The Left’s “disagreement” with us is not a disagreement on means, or even on the ends to be sought, but a volcanic, even theological hatred. It takes no prisoners. It accepts only submission, and only on condition of accepting lifetime subservience. In that regard it’s a lot like Islam.

     You cannot reason with them. Reason is a tool applicable only when words have fixed meanings and the parties to the debate agree on right and wrong.

     You cannot negotiate with them. They never stop at half a loaf. Indeed, they take any attempt at conciliation or compromise as a sign of weakness and move in for the kill.

     You cannot wall them off. They are determined to have your blood and will do whatever it takes to get a shot at your throat.

     But you say you only want to be left alone! I know; I was once naive enough to believe that if we couldn’t come to terms with the Left, at the very least we might agree to live apart: some places for them, and some for us. They won’t have it. Their doctrines command them to seek our destruction.

     Our destruction.


     This presentation by Bre Faucheux is admirably clear on the matter:

     The most significant part of Bre’s presentation is her climactic “Thank you. Fuck you” to the Left. That’s not in her usual lexicon. Neither was it in mine, until fairly recently.

     I’ve already written that violence inadequately answered will elicit wider and more intense violence. As my Gentle Readers are intelligent sorts, I see no need to repeat myself. My point is as it was: the Left will press its tactics until they no longer serve it.

     Only one response will meet that criterion.

     It must not be initiated by the Right. It must be a reaction to subsequent incidents of violence and vandalism by the Left, inflicted upon the perpetrators thereof as they seek to work their will upon us. However, it must be a finishing stroke: it must clearly convey that we’re not standing for any more of this. Nothing “moderate” will suffice.

     Unfortunately, that will require a dangerous transition: a border crossing that will be exceedingly difficult to undo.

     I’ll let Rudyard Kipling provide the conclusion.

It was not part of their blood,
It came to them very late,
With long arrears to make good,
When the Saxon began to hate.

They were not easily moved,
They were icy — willing to wait
Till every count should be proved,
Ere the Saxon began to hate.

Their voices were even and low.
Their eyes were level and straight.
There was neither sign nor show
When the Saxon began to hate.

It was not preached to the crowd.
It was not taught by the state.
No man spoke it aloud
When the Saxon began to hate.

It was not suddently bred.
It will not swiftly abate.
Through the chilled years ahead,
When Time shall count from the date
That the Saxon began to hate.

     Be watchful, and take care.

3 comments:

  1. If the Left ever gets power again, we're all screwed. They will go full Stalinist to prevent our rising again. Trump has caused them to reveal the face under the mask, to take off their gloves. No more velvet glove socialism from them.

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  2. We would indeed be screwed. Civil wars are messy and that one would be without clear lines at least at the beginning.

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  3. As well as, sadly, likely to the bitter end. "They" hate us, so we all have to die. "They" hate us, so 'they' all have to die. Once it goes loud - and surely at this point that is a foregone conclusion - well, ain't no stopping it until it is over. Me? I'm going back to reading 'Realm of Essences'. - Grandpa

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