Sergeant Reilley said, There’s a fight to win!
Follow me, boys, follow me!
And it won’t be done till we all pitch in.
Lift your chin with a grin and follow me!
Classics like “The Odyssey” connect you with grandeur that is larger than any one life. And fun classic films such as Walt Disney’s 1966 “Follow Me, Boys!” can put you in a great mood for days because they are a time capsule from before the apocalypse. The movie is pure detoxification. Plot synopsis: Lem Siddons, played by Fred MacMurray, is a World War I veteran and member of a traveling music band. The action begins in 1930, with Siddons impulsively deciding to leave the band and stay in the town where they had briefly stopped. He soon organizes the town’s unruly boys into a Boy Scout troop.
(I did a double take on MacMurray — “Is that Ronald Reagan, the actor?” It isn’t, but he’s the same classic Hollywood tall–dark-and-handsome type with a strong voice).
In this two-minute clip of an early scene from the movie, Lem Siddons and his love interest are introduced. This scene also introduces the story’s villain, a gamma male named Ralph. He’s a vice president of a bank that his civic-minded Aunt Hetty owns. A dialogue between Ralph and Aunt Hetty in that clip, as principal characters first appear:
“Aunt Hetty, we’re trying to be a bank, not a charitable institution. We can’t refuse to foreclose a mortgage simply because Mrs. Todd is a good, Christian woman.”
“But she is. Give her two more months, Ralph.”
Ralph is a minor character but his brand of villainy is what unraveled America: the burning through the common good for personal profit. Here is what I mean, outside of the movie’s story line. Example one: real estate churn through Diversity. A developer buys a patch of woods between two neighborhoods, cuts the trees, crams blow-up houses into narrow lots on that land. He lobbies for cheap foreign labor and for endless bull market through immigration. Example two: the war on femininity. Divert girls from family formation at a young age and into the taxable workforce.
Some say that the final Red Pill is about Usury. When the Protestant Anglo elite handed America over to Jews, who are poorly suited for the responsibilities that come with leadership, economics spiraled into cannibalism. “It’s the economy, stupid” was the winning slogan of the 1992 Presidential campaign. It’s time to kill that attitude. Economic output in a neoliberal world order is best understood through the metaphor of released energy that’s harvested by billionaires. White nations are the fuel, and it’s running low.
Back to “Follow Me, Boys!”… enjoy pre-negrified culture. The only Diversity in this film is a kid who might be an American Indian. And that casting decision only goes to confirm that tokenism, no matter how small, adds nothing that we need.
That film is not my nostalgia. The mid-1960s of the film’s release are before my time, and the depicted culture is mine only through adoption. And yet… I connected with its vision of victory. In short: it was nice to see what being a first-class citizen in your own country looks like, not sixth-class as the case is now.
See it. Rent it from the public library. Watch it with your family. I was never into films from before the late ’70s, so I was a bit skeptical at first. Now I’m a believer.
Follow me, boys, follow me!
When we reach the top then it’s all down hill.
Till you drop, don’t stop, and follow me!
Anyhow, our culture didn’t go anywhere. You’ll see it at this weekend’s Saint Patrick’s Day parade. Whites with skin in the game and instinct for sociability “flock together” and participating in a parade is one example of exclusionary identitarian spirit. Last year we saw marching bag pipers representing various heritage clubs and police departments. Teenage boys are carrying the torch of that tradition. Also Irish dance groups that refute the notion that all young people are out of shape. There’ll be a chubster or two among them, along with an obligatory biracial goblinette, but for the most part it’s shapely girls prancing like ponies.
You’ll see flashes of our true culture anywhere you see Whites arranging their lives to exclude Diversity, even through the smallest gestures such as avoiding convenience stores that employ brown foreigners. Your heritage is always with you so long as your heart beats. Abused and buried and befouled but always calmly waiting.
“Follow Me, Boys!” — the marching song from the movie: