Invictus

By Tim (xrugger) Stebbins

My Brothers and Sisters,

What follows are the ruminations of an ordinary American, a working man of no particular consequence or importance except, I hope, to those who love me. Some of these thoughts I have expressed in somewhat different form in essays of the past. For those who may recognize the words, I offer my apologies for the repetition. For the intent and the content of my words, however, I offer only this: I am a reactionary and a racist, as you will, no doubt, come to realize shortly. I am certain of this because there was a time not so many years ago when I was neither. I saw the world differently then. I see the world clearly now. What I see are deliberate and calculated attacks against my people, the tempo of which is rapidly increasing. Any thinking man can see it. It is only those who do not wish to see that are blind. Take what you will from these words and leave the rest.

For My Southern Friends

I consider myself to be a Westerner. I’ve wondered off and on about what geographical term best identifies me. Having lived most of my life in various parts of the Northern Plains, I have decided to call Montana my home. I suppose that technically makes me a Yankee, though that seems a bit “New Englandish” for my tastes, though I do have an ancestor who fought for the Union during Lincoln’s War. I have touched on that family history in another essay and made my views known some time ago when the hysterical, and ongoing desecration of Southern monuments first began. That cancer is now spreading and threatens to rewrite, if not outright eradicate, the genuine history of this country.

I want to first direct this letter to my Southern brethren as it appears that you may be, once again, the tip of the spear when it comes to resisting the central power of this nation. I will not refer to the abomination that purports to be the “capital” of this country with any terms of deference or respect. It is not the seat of a government of free men. It is a tyrannical edifice, whose inner workings incinerate the principles of ordered liberty and belch out the smoke of a new serfdom. Its stench penetrates every nook and cranny of this land. It is an embarrassment to a free people and an insult to the memory of its namesake.

You, my southern friends, possess an ancestral memory of the destruction that unchecked federal power can inflict upon a people desiring to go their own way. The rest of the nation is learning that lesson as I write these words. It came to blood for your ancestors. It will come to blood again, I fear, for all of us.

Not so long ago, I was reading about the appalling exhumation of A.P. Hill at the cacophonous behest of historical illiterates, and his subsequent honorable re-burial. That gathering was a poignant expression of love, both of place and of kin and clan. Reading about it, I realized more than ever that my views align with all those who revere their history, love their people, and detest in their very bones the direction this appallingly governed and woefully misguided nation has taken. You see, I remember and honor my heritage. I guarantee that many among my people do as well, whether or not a single statue remains to commemorate it.

I have always been interested and fascinated by the saga of Southern secession and the cataclysm that followed. Indeed, it would have been better for the nation, perhaps for the world, had the Confederacy been allowed to depart the Union peaceably with an eye toward some later reconciliation after the disease of slavery had run its course. As things stand, the Southern defeat guaranteed the steadily metastasizing cancer of centralized power that afflicts the people of this land and bullies the lesser nations of the globe today. Robert E. Lee’s prescience is evident when he said:

“The consolidation of the states into one vast empire, sure to be aggressive abroad and despotic at home, will be the certain precursor of ruin which has overwhelmed all that preceded it.”

It appears that the South may once again be called upon to be the vanguard of any movement in this nation to remind our “betters” of just exactly who governs whom. We would all do well to remember that the Constitution of this country was, and remains, the written expression of a voluntary association of sovereign states. The results of Lincoln’s War notwithstanding, the several states of this Union, be they Northern, Southern, or Western are not bound to respect the results of any peace imposed a century and a half ago by a handful of New England and Mid-Atlantic State Yankees. Lincoln’s War settled nothing. The victory of federal power in that war did not abrogate the right of secession implicit in any voluntary association, be it personal or political. It merely compelled the submission of the unwilling. The subsequent and, as yet, uninterrupted aggrandizement of governing authority to the central power of this nation is a blight on our history, a reproach to every sitting member of Congress and the Judiciary, and an insult to the memory of the Founding.

It seems only fitting that the resurgence of sovereign power that rightfully belongs to the states should find its headwaters in the South. May that resurgence become a nationwide torrent that sweeps away the accretions of tyranny that have, since Appomattox, inexorably turned a once-free nation into a strife-torn cauldron of racial animosity, sexual deviancy, and spiritual confusion. The continuing removal and desecration of Southern monuments and the ghoulish disinterment of Southern heroes is but one symptom of the demented wave of historical revisionism sweeping across the nation. That noisome tide carries with it the stench of unending black racial grievance, the diabolical cult of “transgenderism,” and the continuing onslaught of deviant parasites currently sucking the lifeblood of the free men and women of this nation.  Add to that a federal power bereft of economic discipline, addicted to foreign adventurism, and populated by every type of ignoramus imaginable and you have a recipe for a Hobbesian stew of fractious races, creeds, and political ideologies. This state of affairs cannot go on. It will not go on. Perhaps it falls to you my Southern friends to be the catalyst for the restoration of the American nation.

There is a larger problem.

Southern history and culture are not the only targets of the treasonous jackals that rule this country. Their ultimate goal is the eradication of the original sin of “whiteness” which is the root of all evil in their demented lexicon. The destruction of White Heritage in this politically hysterical age is a moral and historical crime much broader in scope than simply the removal of Southern statues and the renaming of military bases and streets. Its perpetrators are no different than the brainless followers of Mohammed who destroy the treasures and monuments of other cultures in their pursuit of religious purity. At least the Islamists refrain from cloaking their barbarism in lofty expressions of the virtues of diversity, equity, and inclusion.

The minions of historical erasure are morally certain (as they always are) that what they are doing is somehow righting historical wrongs, which betrays a generally obtuse mindset and vividly illustrates the nascent authoritarianism present in the majority of these hand-wringing, pearl-clutching sociopaths. This sort of willful ignorance of the nuance of history demonstrates the paucity of rational thinking among a significant portion of the American population. It is all about “feelings” now. A typical syllogism for these smoothbrains would progress something like this: Slavery bad. America had slavery. America bad. It is a child’s understanding of history. The left believes that by rubbing out the symbols of the past, they are paving the way for the egalitarian, monochrome future for which they all pant. The project is breathtaking in the scope of its ignorance, but that never stopped them before.

The seemingly insatiable desire of the perpetually aggrieved in this country to balance the scales of historical “justice” on the backs of White Americans is shameful in its intellectual dishonesty and dangerous in its execution. Demonizing White heroes (they do exist) and tearing down the physical expressions of White culture (there is such a thing) will not produce the desired response of universally humble acceptance and self-flagellation. In fact, such actions are likely sparking a profound hatred and driving that hatred deeply into the hearts of an unknowable number of sons and daughters of Heritage America. To those who hate us for crimes we never committed I would say; be mindful of the seeds you plant in the hearts and minds of White men and women when you tell them how evil their history is and how awful are the heroes of their past. Keep pulling down their monuments. Keep erasing every vestige of a past that, as with all history, contained both good and evil and keep telling them that their past is the exception. Theirs is one of only evil. The attempt to erase White history and culture will not go unopposed forever and those who suppose that the white race is in the process of being fully emasculated will, one day, be forcibly disabused of that notion. When the reaction inevitably comes, it will be severe; for if there is one people who have shown themselves capable of organized violence, it is my people. Those who seek our destruction would do well to remember that.

A Word on Reparations

Apparently, the only acceptable remedy for the sins of the White race is to throw yet more cash at the constantly moving target of racial and historical grievance.  Calls for reparations are becoming more insistent and unhinged in their scope and intent. Not only do they want to erase the past, they want you and I to pay for it. Listen up all you white devils. Here is the bill for all the evil racism of your forebears. You will need to settle up before we finish bulldozing your history. You can be sure it will not stop there. After all, there is the rest of the country to shake down for past injustice. There has not been a slave or a slave owner in this nation for over a hundred and fifty years, yet one would think that the tender flesh of the currently “oppressed” is still raw from the shackles placed upon the bodies of their genuinely oppressed ancestors.

As a White American and a Northerner, I have an easy answer for those sons-of-bitches who presume to tell me I owe some ghetto rat for the imagined sins of my fathers. I will tell them to go to a small museum in a northern town. An old picture hangs there in an oval frame. It is a picture of my Great-Great Grandfather Lorenzo. He is in his Union blue holding a rifle and bayonet taller than he was. A Confederate musket ball shattered his ankle. He was from Maine. He was fifteen years old. I will tell them to look into that child’s eyes and then look into mine and tell me that I owe them still. Sorry asshole, take your collection plate somewhere else. My family settled that bill a long time ago.

A Final Note

Any nation that despises its heroes, of whatever hue, because of the lunatic howling of the “allies” of the self-proclaimed downtrodden, will not long survive. The castration of this nation’s history at the hands of toxic feminists, and the deconstruction of national virtue by race-baiting hucksters and sexual deviants may indeed be the death knell of the American Experiment, but it will not be the death-knell of my people. White America will be here when the dust settles. As a people, we will be stronger for the struggles we have endured, and wiser for the lessons we have learned. The self-loathing scum that seek to diminish and marginalize their own people will pay the quisling’s price. We will not make the same mistakes that have brought us to this time of choosing and the rebuilding will be done on our terms without regard to the pusillanimous whining of those who will be left outside the gates.

One man said it best.

” In a state of tranquility, wealth and luxury, our descendants would forget the arts of war, and the noble activity and zeal which made their ancestors invincible. Every art of corruption would be employed to loosen the bond of union which renders our assistance formidable. When the spirit of liberty which now animates our hearts and gives success to our arms is extinct, our numbers will accelerate our ruin, and render us easier victims to tyranny. Ye abandoned minions of an infatuated ministry… contemplate the mangled bodies of our countrymen, and then say, what should be the reward of such sacrifices? Bid us and our posterity bow the knee, supplicate the friendship, and plough, and sow, and reap, to glut the avarice of the men who have let loose on us the dogs of war to riot in our blood, and hunt us from the face of the earth? If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude, than the animating contest of freedom – go from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or arms. Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you. May your chains set lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that ye were our countrymen.”

Samuel Adams

                                                                                           August 1^st, 1776

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