One of the striking things for an American visitor to a former Soviet Bloc country, such as Hungary, is how attractive that country’s public space is. It appeals to us because it is culturally, ethnically, and racially coherent. It’s theirs, and there is no place like it because there is no other Hungary. In Budapest, carefree crowds of young Magyars enjoy each others’ company on a Saturday night. Their peace has been secured with the blood of patriots who stood up to Soviet tanks in 1956, and now with Viktor Orbán’s defiance of another enterprise that imagines all of mankind leveled into one bestial mass.
Americans today are at the epicenter of Christendom’s showdown with that same evil. The allegations of occultist pedo trafficking are a tip of the iceberg concerning the behavior of the transnational elite that seeks to install Hillary Clinton as President. More so, I will say this — I believe that the members of this ruling class have been getting away with crimes so horrifyingly depraved that when exposed, these revelations will shock the civilized world into closing the door on the Age of Enlightenment as a spent creed whose universalist mutation had pushed us to the edge of the abyss. Faith and reason will once again be reconciled; for the best, as leaning on one without the other is hubris.
The war for the sovereignty of Western nations is on. Hungarians are guarding their home and we are taking ours back. Win or lose today, the work before us is monumental. It is also joyful; we’ve been at it for years as partisans of the Alt-Right, unpaid and at risk to our livelihoods, and I defy any of you to say that you haven’t loved every minute of it.
We are the positive force against our enemy’s nihilism. Their abnegation of humanity itself, like every manifestation of demonic darkness, always looks boundless until pierced with the first ray of sunlight.
I’m on my way to the polling place to vote for Trump.