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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.

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A Letter to My Countrymen

By Tim “xrugger” Stebbins

My Brothers and Sisters,

In the darkest days of World War II, Churchill warned of “a new Dark Age made more sinister, and perhaps more protracted by the lights of perverted science.” He was speaking, of course, of the disastrous consequences free societies would suffer should Hitler triumph.

Look around you now. Eighty years on are not those lights now evident everywhere? Do they not flicker and dance all around us? They shed no wholesome glow to drive away the night. They are the torches of the medieval dungeon, and the unforgiving glare of the interrogation room. They light the way to the portals of a totalitarian hell the like of which the world has never seen.

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Red Line

By Tim “xrugger” Stebbins for The Burning Platform

I have been thinking a great deal lately about red lines, those Rubicon’s of thought and action that, once crossed, present little or no opportunity of a peaceful return to the original status quo. There are lines crossed by tyrants, which finally trigger the violent response of a people too long oppressed. There are lines beyond which not one more compromise, law, or government threat will suffice to maintain a precarious peace. The riflemen at Lexington and Concord understood that kind of red line.

I got to thinking also of Colonel Travis’ apocryphal “line in the sand” at the Alamo. His red line was an invitation to sacrifice and martyrdom. The men who stepped over that line crossed in an instant from their present reality into the mists of myth and legend. Such is the power of a red line.

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A Journey into Patriarchal Whiteness

Guest Post by Tim “xrugger”Stebbins

If I tell you a story, will you listen for a moment? Will you put aside the chaotic noise that surrounds you for just a moment? Will you open your mind just a tiny bit to allow for the possibility of truth to enter in? Will you brush aside the scales from your eyes long enough to hear my tale? You may replace them later if you choose, but in the meantime, will you listen?

My story is a tale of hypocrisy and evil. It has a beginning, a middle, and it will have an end. It is a litany of debauchery, moral blindness, and willful ignorance. It is also a story of redemption, and change, and a turning away from evil. It is, above all, a human story and is therefore, by nature, an imperfect and unfinished one. It continues to unfold in all its glorious uncertainty.

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A Response to Llpoh

A recent post of mine touched a nerve with a TBP regular. I have been gone a couple of days and only recently read the comment thread. This is his comment in full.

Llpoh

I stopped reading when xrugger laid this moronic turd: “The fact that modern day whites have absolutely nothing to do with the perceived injustices of their past“.

Yes, modern whites had nothing to do with what happened in the past. But the “perceived injustices” part ranks right up there with the stupidest shit ever posted on the site.

There is nothing “perceived” about it. Native Americans suffered enormous injustice, equal to any suffered by any people ever. and the repercussions of that echo through their society today. They were treated monstrously, and their populations were decimated. They were enslaved, murdered, raped, forced from their lands, killed by the thousands on the various Trail of Tears. Not one treaty of the hundreds made with the Indian was ever kept.

I have said many times that the Indians must move past it all., and must take responsibility for their plight, and that all welfare money they receive needs to be cut off.

But comments like that, putting “perceived” in front of injustice, in some form of attempt to suggest that the injustice never happened, or is a figment of the Indian imagination is some serious fucked up bullshit.

Xrugger should be ashamed.

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Hearts of Olden Glory

By Tim “xrugger” Stebbins for The Burning Platform

I used to subscribe to the notion of America as an idea rather than a distinct place founded by a distinct people. In the long days of my political and racial innocence, I believed that all people were capable of governing themselves and that ordered liberty was accessible to any nation or people willing to grasp the concept. Civility in both public and private discourse was the usual state of the nation and of my working and social life. I was a happy white man who lived, worked, and played around other, mostly happy, white men and women and that was good enough for me. I rarely spent any time pondering the grievances of others because I did not have any of my own.

That naïve world-view did not survive close contact with reality.

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