Imagine there’s no mercy
It’s easy if you try
Traitors hang on lampposts
Above us righteous God

Imagine all the coloreds driven from our lands

Imagine there’s no leftism
It’s the easiest thing to do
A time to kill or die for
And separation too

Imagine our people free and true again

Hope burned in the hearts of dreamers
Who saw another way to live
So many have since joined us
The world is starting to believe

Imagine there’s a future
I wonder if you can
No need for nihilism
An awakening of man

Imagine Europeans’ glory yet untold

People said that I’m a dreamer
But I’m just a woken man
For a brotherhood of nations
And White children face the sun


UPDATE: The Mamas & The Pepes have set my take on Lennon’s “Imagine” to music. It’s fantastic:




A few words on why John Lennon’s original is the most anti-human song ever written.


The 16 Points that describe the Alt-Right’s core philosophy.


Something about this man’s words (read them closely) and his face struck me as proof that we won’t be homeless forever:

A homeless [Manchester] man, called Steve, described the moment he had to ‘pull nails out of children’s faces’ following the shocking attack.

He said: ‘Just because I’m homeless it does not mean that I haven’t got a heart and I’m not human still.

‘They needed the help and I would like to think someone would come and help me if I needed help.

‘It’s your instinct to go and help and it was children and it was a lot of children. We were pulling nails out of their arms and from a little girl’s face.

‘It had to be done, you had to help. If I didn’t I wouldn’t be able to live with myself for walking away and leaving kids like that.’


(Story above). Source of top image unknown. Alternate lyrics to “Imagine” written by me.

Cultural Memory

28Sherman regularly posts WWI images on his blog. Some of them connect us with the soldier in the image, other photos show strange inventions as each side was rushing to adapt to the changing technology of the battlefield. I think his aim is to reconnect us with the continuity of our civilization. I came across a good maxim the other day: “In Europe 100 miles is far. In America 100 years is old.”

A cultural amnesia is reinforced by the cacophony of electronic stimuli and shades of mud. Westerners are drowning in sewage and have no idea what to say besides “White people have no culture.” For someone under thirty in the United States, watching a YouTube video with 1980s TV commercials can be dislocating. “Wow, everybody is White and the girls are … how do you say… I’ve never seen this before… is ‘nice’ the word I’m looking for?”

I don’t know much about Dresden beside what I read in Vonnegut’s novel. What do young Germans know about it? Do they even know that something existed before all the bitchy women, the Turks and now the full terror of race-replacement? The teenagers who died in the firebombings… did they ever exist? do they have anything to tell us?

It’s a similar idea with my Warsaw snapshots in the previous post. My blog’s tagline is also an appeal to cultural memory. How can you live any other way when all you know is the way you live now? To somebody who is Eastern European, Communist propaganda reels from the 1940s might connect him with his grandparents’ stories about rabid Party apparatchiks and their unchecked power to ruin lives at every level of society, the blood-curdling 3:00 AM secret police knocks on the door, the mass imprisonments — and the Happy Face of socio-realist art plastered over all of it. But there were also ruins that had to be rebuilt, and they were. The workers were the heroes, whatever they thought about those staged Bricklaying Competitions.

A Westerner will look at scenes from Warsaw as exotic in their particulars but familiar in terms of his undefined hunger. Whether it’s the idyllic video of a stroll of a through 1990s Warsaw I linked to in my previous post, or the bricklayers in 1947 “A Warsaw Day,” he will see a public space that belongs to its rightful people. No war, no tension, no ceding of ground, no foreign faces, no ugly languages, no dissonance, no withdrawal from life. Having seen the past, he’ll find clarity about fighting for peace and his future.

To All The Girls I’ve Loved Before

I’m a face-man. Then, its on to appraising her everything else. #whitegirlsaremagic — celebrate their rich diversity right here:

Gilded Siren. Designer stilettos. Elbow bumped; red wine trickles down her naked forearm.

Goofy Girl. Trips over her own feet running up to me. Wants to titter but snorts instead.

The Feline. Always so serious! but make her laugh and she can’t keep her hands to herself.

The Keeper. Her touch is light even when nobody is looking. Don’t spoil her.

Wounded Hollow. What’s so great about darkness anyway? A ballad is all that’s left.

Artsy Chick. Dainty shoulders under an unfashionable t-shirt. Lost and looking.

Earnest Naïf. Watery eyes, pale cheeks. “Men listen because they want to fuck you, dear.”

Dark Lady. Smart and brittle. In passing, our gazes hold longer than is allowed.

Ebullient Flirt. Giggles like an explosion at a chimes factory. A rump made for spanking.


John Berryman (born John Allyn Smith, Jr.) is on the outside, looking in:

Filling her compact & delicious body
with chicken páprika, she glanced at me
Fainting with interest, I hungered back
and only the fact of her husband & four other people
kept me from springing on her

or falling at her little feet and crying
‘You are the hottest one for years of night
Henry’s dazed eyes
have enjoyed, Brilliance.’ I advanced upon
(despairing) my spumoni.—Sir Bones: is stuffed,
de world, wif feeding girls.

—Black hair, complexion Latin, jewelled eyes
downcast . . . The slob beside her feasts . . . What wonders is
she sitting on, over there?
The restaurant buzzes. She might as well be on Mars.
Where did it all go wrong? There ought to be a law against Henry.
—Mr. Bones: there is.

“Dream Song 4” (1959)


Czesław Miłosz also learns that some things cannot be possessed:

I looked at that face, dumbfounded. The lights of métro stations flew by; I didn’t notice them. What can be done, if our sight lacks absolute power to devour objects ecstatically, in an instant, leaving nothing more than the void of an ideal form, a sign like a hieroglyph simplified from the drawing of an animal or bird? A slightly snub nose, a high brow with sleekly brushed-back hair, the line of the chin – but why isn’t the power of sight absolute? – and in a whiteness tinged with pink two sculpted holes, containing a dark, lustrous lava. To absorb that face but to have it simultaneously against the background of all spring boughs, walls, waves, in its weeping, its laughter, moving it back fifteen years, or ahead thirty. To have. It is not even a desire. Like a butterfly, a fish, the stem of a plant, only more mysterious. And so it befell me that after so many attempts at naming the world, I am able only to repeat, harping on one string, the highest, the unique avowal beyond which no power can attain: I am, she is. Shout, blow the trumpets, make thousands-strong marches, leap, rend your clothing, repeating only: is!

She got out at Raspail. I was left behind with the immensity of existing things. A sponge, suffering because it cannot saturate itself; a river, suffering because reflections of clouds and trees are not clouds and trees.

“Esse” (1954), transl. Czesław Miłosz and Robert Pinsky


But other things can be:

You lead me on with those innocent eyes
You know I love the element of surprise
In the garden I was playing the tart
I kissed your lips and broke your heart
You were acting like it was the end of the world

U2, “Until The End of the World” (1992)


Pro-White Soundbites for Donald Trump

Presidential debates are stuck on 1992 anachronisms about the economy and on 1980s-era hand-wringing about “inner cities.” White voters go along with those talking points as with ritual incantations to be recited for the sake of good manners. Dead liturgies have their purpose. They keep shut the doors behind which pace the wolves of our survival instincts.

So what can Donald Trump say to connect with things that matter to White Americans? Trump’s goal is to win the election, not to burn out with a swan song. But there may be a time and place he deems fit to push the blade deeper into the Narrative’s bloated gut and communicate that which Suburban_elk captures with eloquent simplicity:

[R]eal concern and real vision, and from the heart, about how white people are suffering for having lost their country, and even more than that, having lost their purpose and their identity; their very soul.

Here are a few of my suggestions for avowing a people that dare not speak its name:

1. Apathy. “I remember when every home in hard-working communities had these pretty flowers in front of it, little American flags lining the street. And these people had pride in their neighbors, in themselves — because they believed that they have a future. And today, they don’t care any more. Why? because they feel that they have lost their country, their public space. Folks, when the people who built America drop out, we are all hurting.”

2. Ethnic Cleansing. “Good people cannot afford to live in their own communities! They watch their aspirations, their work go to ruin when their neighborhoods change character. Their property values are wiped out. I want Americans to have the homes, schools, and families like their grandparents and great-grandparents had.”

3. Despair. “And you know who else is hurting? White Americans. Yes, Whites. Like the families I met in central Florida. They have friends, or even their brothers or sisters, who live with no hope. No appreciation from their leaders. They have watched these beautiful young people fall into methamphetamine addiction. The drug of despair, folks. It never had to be that way. And this is going to change.”

4. Family Formation. “Americans who trace their heritage to Europe do not feel like they can build their own future. I’ve talked with folks in New Jersey, they are afraid to start a family. Or to have a second baby. Schools, affordable neighborhoods for young families are hostile in character. So many young, bright people want to have children but they are choking on their student loans.”

5. Founders’ Posterity. “Listen to me. The only meaningful job of the government is to secure a future for its people and their posterity. It’s right there, in the preamble to our Constitution. That spirit is in the Declaration of Independence and in Abraham Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address.”

6. Guns. “Let’s be frank about something: our Founding Fathers had a good reason to articulate your right to bear arms. My opponent wants is to disarm you. It is tyrannical to take away an American’s right to defend his family from anyone who would threaten the peace of his home.”

7. Immigration. “No, it’s not just about the economy. Or security. It’s about Americans watching the country of their great-grandparents turn ugly, day after day, one administration after another. There are those who say that America is already great. They are lying to your face.”

[Can’t you just hear Trump’s drawn-out, emphatic enunciation in that last sentence?]

“You’re seeing your towns become third world. You know what, folks, Americans no longer see friendly faces. They feel like this isn’t their country any more. And they are right. And they don’t like it one bit.”

[There is so much to be said about immigration]

8. Neighborhoods. “The politicians give you their tired clichés like it’s time to bring communities together. Wrong! Maybe we should take a time-out on togetherness. We have a beautiful diverse America but we get on each other’s nerves. All people need their space.”

9. Neoliberalism. “Very powerful people who run our government and our economy have sold your birthright to the world’s low bidders. Whom they invite here to replace you at work — and guess what: they don’t do half the good job you do. They just work more cheaply and put up with the abuses you wouldn’t accept. And they also drown out your voice at the voting booths.”

10. Our Future. “The American people, the posterity of brave men and women who fought in the War of Independence, who risked everything to settle the frontier and help build this great country. They are vilified. They are not protected. They are told to shut up and pay their taxes. They are being pushed aside — and they are still very patient about it.”

“I want to talk about our future. Many Americans don’t feel like they have one. This is a crime, folks: their heritage is being erased, their history twisted into shrill accusations. And they are good, beautiful, hard working, relentless, creative people. Without them, there is no America. With Donald Trump as your president, you will look forward to the future, just like your ancestors did. Together we will make America great again!”


Trump knows. I had a short post in February, titled Reframing Compassion: You Can’t Come Here that pointed to his good instincts. We will no longer surrender this country or its people to the false song of globalism, he said in his foreign policy speech last April. And remember his White Genocide retweet?

Frolicking Fawns and Pink Gold

Suburban_elk relates this snapshot of life in far-northern United States:

[These] two or three approximately 20-year white girls get on the bus, just good-looking in the way that works for me which is to say bright and bushy. … But i am looking my best, as i often do, and they are totally friendly in a local way that is refreshing and almost hard to believe. Springtime. Life.

But the unfunny part is that the only seats that they can get are right next close to this immigrant fresh off the boat African…

… who is here because a chain of people — in the U.S. State Department and on down to their dimwitted fronts in Lutheran Charities — thought that having him here rather than swatting at flies outside of his dung hut is a good idea.

… and these girls are bursting with their sexiness and they have that high school casual posture that is often inappropriate, where they might sit with their legs and crotch forward and exposed, not literally but so to speak.

I know exactly how that looks. Sort of slouched, legs relaxed. Tight jeans, her crotch is very warm. Those girls seem endearingly oblivious to the effect they have on older men because only two kinds of men live their world: hot guys their age and people dad’s age. And it’s not even a salacious effect they have on us; it’s more like a knowing and an appreciation on our part, like our ancestors’ smiling at the girls with wreaths of flowers on their heads dancing around the maypole.

So not modest, and in Africa it would get them beat down by their uncles and patriarchy. But the look on the African’s face was comic incredulity, he could not believe it. These girls are on the bus and unchaperoned.

Clitoridectomies for everybody! The craggy alien hardly registers in those girls’ consciousness, except as a backdrop object you must be nice to because Rosa Parks. If those girls have little cognizance of a middle-aged American man delighting in their frolics, then an East African’s chagrin lives somewhere in the Kuiper Belt.

What Elk captures in that simple vignette is the dissonance between our own Paleolithic echoes of joy at the first bursting of spring and the pietistic boorishness of an unwanted trans-Nile squatter whose arid neurowiring lacks our connection to seasonal rhythms.

Because it is the commonplace things that chip away at human dignity under a bad political system, it’s those mundane stories that most clearly reveal that system’s dehumanizing nature. Under multiculturalism, that commonplace thing is an awkward moment on a bus, where a perceptive man’s appreciation of a girleen-gaggle — and those girls’ own joy at the dawning of spring — is shot through with shame. In their innocent wanton, those girls are an unwitting instrument of our embarrassment, as well as their own, because a walnut-brained man who isn’t supposed to be living here feels free to cast judgment on them as whores and deign instruct us, even if only through his disapproving expression, on how to raise our women.

Elk concludes thusly:

Those are good girls. Twenty years old and healthy. Who is going to bang them and what is going to happen. Every childless bang they get diminishes their value as a mate and a mom. Is that a actually a true statement though, or is it just cynical?

This segues into another subject: is a liberal-feminist society a responsible steward of young women? About a year ago, I connected that question to the news of false-rape allegations at college campuses. My thoughts, as I originally wrote them at Chateau Heartise, follow with some revisions:

One way to understand these false-rape allegations is that our society is flailing in response to the threat of extinction. The most valuable commodity on this planet is not gold, it’s young fertile White pussy. For people of European descent, good stewardship of that resource is the difference between life and oblivion. But society’s flailing is not the most effective and rational method of protecting the quality fertile wombs. A rational method would be to secure homelands in which our people court and form families accordance with our customs and temperaments. That measure is called “borders.” And internally, given any a-priori extremes of genetic diversity, you allow for freedom of association at individual and community levels.

But the above-described measures have been dismantled under the guise of civil rights. And as Pax Americana has made it clear over the bodies of thousands of murdered South Africans, the body writ-large shall have no protective skin and no autoimmune system.

And so today, you have genetically gifted, young, ripe for marriage girls. Many represent the best of our stock. And to our hindbrain horror, they are just fun-rutting and with each drunken fuck, a vision of a young mother with four radiant children fades from view. Therefore in panic, society lashes out at its nearest safe target, the young man who serviced her itching, unproductive gash.

America’s Greatness

The fictitious dialogue that follows is inspired by conversations on related subjects with “Ace” during our long car rides.


Ace: This is what the elites don’t get. War is brewing and the Trump campaign is our way of telling them “this is your last opportunity to let us resolve our differences peacefully.”

PA: You’re making it sound like an ultimatum. But what are we gonna do—just stop giving a shit about the country?

Ace: Not just that. This is what I see happening: the system does something very dirty and Donald Trump never makes it to the elections. The newly-sworn president Hillary Clinton’s first act in office is to issue executive orders to each of the 48 contiguous U.S. states to prepare accommodations for specified numbers of third world asylum-seekers. The numbers are in the millions of Muslim and African refugees to be relocated into each state. In response, the governor of Texas immediately defies the executive orders. In a nationally televised press conference, he says “No. We don’t want them here.” What do you think happens next?

PA: We know what happens next. After private talks between the administration and the governor fail, federal marshals leave for the Texas state capital, Austin, to present the governor with a choice: comply with the executive order or face arrest. As the marshals’ plane approaches an Austin-area airfield, the governor sends Texas state troopers to the airfield with instructions that the federal marshals must leave the state as soon as their aircraft refuels. So they fly back to Washington, DC and the Clinton administration is now in a tough spot because backing down to such an open defiance in the first days of a president’s term would set the tone for the remaining four years. So after an emergency cabinet meeting, the chiefs of staff call up the 1st Cavalry Division units at Fort Hood in Texas and instruct them to deploy an armed brigade for Austin with the objective of detaining the governor. And several days later, a massive, low-speed vehicle convoy heads 70 miles south for Austin.

Ace: People are lining up around Route 175 to watch and jeer the slow-rolling convoy, as television news and state police helicopters fly overhead.

PA: Meanwhile, the Texas governor had activated his state National Guard and has them form a perimeter around the state capitol in Austin, from which he intends to continue executing his responsibilities as state governor. The Guardsmen understand the seriousness of what they are doing. They secure a large perimeter, stockpile provisions, set up sandbag fortifications, lock and load, and wait.

Ace: This is a foolhardy escalation by both parties.

PA: It is. And the whole word is watching. As U.S. Army’s 1st Cav units from Fort Hood head for the Texas state capital, the governors of Alabama and Arizona hold emergency press conferences in which they declare their support for Texas. Joining Texas in defiance of Madame president, they make statements vowing to deny any refugees access to their state and call up their respective state National Guards.

Ace: Steps toward secession?

PA: Technically, no. All three governors—Texas, Alabama, and Arizona—make it clear that their defiance of the executive orders is being carried out within Constitutional bounds and they are appealing to the federal government to rescind those executive orders compelling states to host new refugees.

Ace: But things have a way of spiraling out of control because there is too much potential energy in the system. It’s like in a fist-fight: the two guys with major beef circle each other with eyes locked for a long time, but one shove and it’s on.

PA: Exactly. There’s been too much bad blood simmering over the decades. And now, 1st Cav units have arrived in Austin and they are encircling the state capitol and beginning a standoff with the Texas National Guard. And it’s an impasse for several days. The Army is not making any moves. President Hillary Clinton is not making any public appearances. The vice president goes on CNN and makes a long rambling speech. The Pentagon is bristling and urging the president to have 1st Cav units return to Fort Hood.

Ace: The feds aren’t acting decisively or showing much of a united front. It’s beginning to smell like weakness.

PA: And the other state governors smell it too. As do the American people. Americans are angry over what happened with Trump and they are ready to blow; nobody knows exactly how, but the cold anger is turning white hot. The refugee thing was simply a bridge too far, and seeing the defiant southern states has energized everyone. Massive protests rock the country coast to coast. The media underplay the protests, trivializing them as them “hate rallies” and “domestic terror”—because it’s Whites protesting.

Ace: The media will lie even as they get laid off from their jobs, even as they rot in their graves.

PA: Journalists aren’t even scum at this point. They are a joke.

Ace: But the standoff in Austin continues and emotions are tense. Another state governor, this time from a liberal northeastern state, declares that he will not allow any refugees into his state. And then another state defies the president, and then another. Finally, you have a cascading effect and days later, every single one of the 48 contiguous U.S. states has formally defied the Hillary administration’s executive orders to prepare facilities for the refugees, and they all expressed support for the Texas governor. They aren’t defying the federal government in mere words. National Guard is activated in each state and ordered to obey state authorities, not the president. Anticipating airlifts of refugees, state governors throughout the United States close airports to inbound flights from a long list of countries.

PA: Unanimous defiance. Hillary now understands how unpopular she is.

Ace: No one had ever liked her. And now, with the federal government’s prestige tanking, RealTalk sees the light of day. One of the governors calls the planned migrant invasion “a genocide of the American people.” Another governor goes on record to say “we must secure a future for American children.”

PA: Meanwhile, the stand-off in Texas has now been going on for over week. The Clinton cabinet is in disarray. The chiefs of staff are openly sympathetic to the Texas governor. The president gets calls around the clock from federal agencies as well as from foreign heads of state, everyone hoping for a resolute decision. In all this disarray, the president calls a meeting in which she screams at the attendees and then outlines the choice facing the U.S. federal government. The choice, ultimately, is to either: back down on bringing refugees to the United States and pull back from Austin, or to double down in a show of reasserted authority.

Ace: She chooses option two.

PA: Regaining her composure, she stares down the general of the Army and icily hisses, referring to the Texas governor: “Bring me that steer-fucker. In cuffs or on a coroner’s slab. Tomorrow by noon.” And she leaves the meeting.

Ace: And the Army general says “Yes, ma’am,” looking at the empty doorway through which she had stormed out.

PA: The 1st Cavalry general in Austin gets orders to secure the state capitol and arrest the governor. She (the general) is informed that her troops are authorized to use deadly force at will. So she relays these instructions to battalion commanders and on down to individual companies, all ready and in their positions around the state capitol grounds. Finally, the order is given: Company B is to open suppressive small arms fire on the Texas National Guardsmen protecting the capitol and Company A and C are to move in.

Ace: But something that’s contrary to all expectations happens: 1st Cav troops mutiny. Dramatic footage of enlisted soldiers shouting “I will not shoot at my brothers” flood social media. A firefight breaks out as several Company B soldiers start firing in the direction of the Texas National Guard and their own comrades start mowing them down, in solidarity with Texans. The Texans briefly return fire, and then lower their weapons to watch in amazement. 1st Cav NCOs are screaming “cease fire! cease fire!”

PA: Thousands of civilians break through police lines and surround the U.S. Army units, throwing rocks and yelling “shoot me, fuckers, shoot me!” Large numbers of local men brandish weapons and scattered shots are heard. In the ensuing chaos, scores of 1st Cav soldiers run away and once clear of the capitol area, take off their uniforms. Local Texans take them in and give them civilian clothes. The remaining soldiers are ordered to mount up and get the vehicles rolling back up Rt. 175, as rocks, other debris, and even an occasional civilian gun-shot hit their vehicles. Four bodies accompany the convoy back to base and ambulances speed toward University Medical Center with wounded men. The 1st Cav convoy returns to Fort Hood as people hurl rocks on them along the entire length of the route.

PA: This is unprecedented in American history.


Ace: Hillary’s next meeting is chaotic.

PA: Among the joint chiefs of staff, it just started to sink in that U.S. Army was ordered to open fire on Americans. The general of the Army who relayed the president’s orders to seize the Texas capitol resigns his commission and issues a brief statement of apology to the American people. A power struggle erupts within the Department of Defense, splitting the military into two unequal opposing factions: the existing U.S. military who remains loyal to the president, and the much larger faction that supports the defiant states.

Ace: The rebellious faction declares the president illegitimate as commander-in-chief and begins communicating with state governors to create a new strategy for national defense. They also consolidate all active duty U.S. military all the way down the chain of command under their new realignment. This pro-states, anti-president military is soon known as the National Coalition Army.

PA: At military bases, armories are stormed and National Coalition Army-aligned troops secure control over the military bases and hardware, with no resistance from units whose field grade commanders remain loyal to the president.

Ace: Of course. Would you die for Hillary?

PA: Thousands of service members who are either unsettled by the chaos up their chain of command, or who opportunistically see an open door to leave the service, get into their private cars and get the hell out.

Ace: Didn’t the bases go on lockdown?

PA: They did. But many of the MPs posted at the gates had deserted as well. The whole situation is one big, fat Charlie Foxtrot from the federal government’s perspective. Soldiers who had aligned themselves with the National Coalition Army command structure swiftly consolidate their control over all domestic military assets. All others, if they didn’t already desert, stand aside as National Coalition Army units secure the vehicles, weapons, and ordnance.

Ace: And so now, the entire U.S. military, effectively, is loyal to the defiant governors. Therefore, it now appears that Washington has lost all control over the country. Are we finally at secession?

PA: No. At this point, the governors of all contiguous U.S. states are coordinating with each other. They are ignoring the federal government and acting like they are sovereign internally to their respective state territory. But there is no movement for breaking off from one another. All states are willing to continue functioning as fifty united states. Following a joint governors’ convention, they submit their demand to the federal executive branch: the president and her entire executive team must step down immediately and new elections are to be held two months from now.

Ace: This is when Hillary gets that massive stroke. She’s done.

PASic transit gloria lesbium. Her vice president resigns from office. The speaker of the House, next in the presidential line of succession, is unwilling to assume the presidency. Therefore, secretary of state Miriam Beria is sworn in as president of the United States.

Ace: The U.S. government appears to be mortally wounded. How is the National Coalition Army doing?

PA: Winning. Morale through the roof. Individual state national guards are incorporated into National Coalition Army, which the Council of Governors placed under their newly appointed commander-in-chief. His strategic objectives are two-fold: to assume the former U.S. armed forces’ duties concerning external threats, and to neutralize all non-Coalition military units on United States territory.

Ace: And the U.S. armed forces units that are still loyal to the president are negligible in strength at this point. Most of their White service members have deserted or joined the National Coalition Army, which is meeting no resistance from the old federal Army wherever they go. The National Coalition’s goal is to secure Washington’s concession of total surrender and hold new election.

PA: So the National Coalition’s ultimate objective is to reboot the country.

Ace: Yes. The perennial campaign slogan, “let’s clean up Washington,” is finally put into action. By the way, what is our new president Beria doing in the midst of all this?

PA: She and her inner circle have moved to an undisclosed location under the protection of U.K. and Israeli special ops security teams. But she has lost control of the country’s formal executive processes: her government has no military power; the alphabet agencies and the private sector contractor complex are in talks with the Coalition of Governors. As to the other branches of the federal government, the Congress and the Supreme Court have been indefinitely suspended.

Ace: And yet, president Beria is unwilling to step down. Therefore the National Coalition resolves to march on Washington in order to formally occupy the country’s seats power.

PA: National Coalition’s leadership agrees that is that entire superstructure of the federal government: its bureaucracy, the financial sector, NGOs, lobbying firms, media—the whole beast—is to be dissolved. With Beria as an on-the-run figurehead, bold new proposals are made at the states’ convention in Austin. It is resolved that the 1788 Constitution of the United States is nullified and will be replaced, for the duration of three years, by a Provisional Government for National Restoration that reports to the council of governors, and then permanently superseded as ratified in the upcoming articles of confederation talks.

Ace: Wait a second—”Provisional Government for National Restoration.” Where have I heard that before?

PA: There is that nationalist surfer from Laguna Beach who comments on a few of the Alt-Right blogs. It’s his idea.

Ace: I’ve been meaning to mention this for a while… you have interesting commenters.

PA: They are good. My comments section has a high signal-to-noise ratio.

Ace: But in the midst of all those epic events we’re talking about, you know what’s remarkabe? The fact that locally, life for the most part goes on as before. Mail gets delivered, cops pull people over for speeding. We all keep going to work. There is one big exception to the old-ways normalcy: everything is now local. Ordinary interstate travel is almost non-existent, with fuel prices becoming astronomical. Military units “own” the highways to inspect trucks and other commercial delivery vehicles. Fuel deliveries are pretty much all that travels longer over distances. Food production and even manufacturing are therefore becoming local and regional phenomena.

PA: How does America’s racial diversity play into all this?

Ace: A lot less than you’d think. As the National Coalition rule has nullified all federal-driven laws and incentive structures, most of the Hispanic and Asian immigrants, even second-generation individuals, have left for their home countries.

PA: What about the Blacks? By that, I mean legacy African-Americans, not the Obama-era immigrants.

Ace: Not as bad as you’d expect. They are reacquainting themselves with the fear of God’s wrath. Americans had been sitting on a mountain of guns and this defiance of the feds changed a lot in how people think of themselves. The defacto repeal of all Civil Rights laws has had an effect of removing psychological handcuffs from Whites’ wrists. Middle class White men started driving around armed and telling Black punks to beat it where they weren’t wanted. Nothing focuses Black folks’ minds like serious White men in groups with no courts to stop them. Black communities themselves started controlling their more unruly Dindus, sometimes by publically whipping their ape-stupid Michael Browns.

PA: I still remember the day after George Zimmerman was acquitted. I went to Walmart and saw all those Black people… they seemed tranquil. Anyway, how does that repeal of Civil Rights laws work, vis-à-vis the old desegregation battles?

Ace: They call it “peace through patchwork communities.”

PA: But there is an even bigger picture here, something really big, I see during this period of uncertainty and localism: it’s the taste of liberty. This is the real story in this whole epic, historic upheaval. Americans had tasted liberty, to be frank, for the first time in sixty years. And they like it.

Ace: Hey, you once wrote something on your blog about liberty and public space: “‘Liberty’ means to have an undisputed dominion over your public space, keeping it in your own image to reflect who you are. ‘Community’ means sharing that space with like-minded people.”

PA: Yes! Good memory. And those are the thing that Americans are rediscovering. Most never even knew what it feels like to be free.

Ace: Yeah. Slogans like “it’s a free country,” or “the free world” had been thrown around over all these years in which we’ve been enstupified in a haze of fear and shame of who we are. We were going through the motions in everything important that we did: watching football, watching our daughters grow from sweet girls to hardened cunts. All those noble words we parroted like “freedom” itself amounted to buying brittle plastic shit after shit, after shit. You go into a fucking Dunkin Donuts and you just want to banter with a familiar face, not deal with Ganges accents.

PA: You know that John Mellenkamp video, “Small Town”? It’s got all of those scenes of people looking relaxed. And that spirit is back and something amazing happens. Suddenly family picnics have more babies than aunts and uncles. Churches are full and people sing loudly. The music gets good: new guitar riffs and chorus melodies come out. It’s like the American spirit is alive again. The poz had lifted, people feel awake for the first time in generations.

Ace: People are living locally, solving their own problems, owning their public space. They stopped being afraid.

PA: During the fall of Communism, it was said that once people taste liberty, they won’t be satisfied with just a small taste of it. They will desire to tear down every wall that had held them in. And now the federal government looks done. The National Coalition wants complete sovereignty and goes explicitly identitarian. After all, why not? The hunger for identity, something to die for if it comes to it, has built up over the decades. So many humiliations we’ve put up with over the years. All those decades of crawling.

Ace: The walls of political correctness came tumbling down.

PA: Freedom of association.

Ace: Smashing the old Overton window.

PA: Throwing cinder blocks through it and pissing on the scattered shards of glass.

Ace: But something tells me that this flash of American renaissance is an interbellum. The sky is darkening.


PA: Yes. There are very powerful global interests with too much to lose in the demise of the old ways. Beria gets down to business. She publicly reasserts her claim on presidential authority, declares martial law over the entirety of the United States, calls the National Coalition a criminal rebellion, and convenes a court martial that sentences the all fifty governors to death for treason for treason in absentia.

Ace: Is anybody taking her seriously at this point?

PA: Everyone should. She’s a sociopath with friends in very powerful places. She freezes bank assets of state governments. All members of the National Coalition Army are offered a pardon upon immediate surrender to her foreign security forces; otherwise they become categorized as irregular combatants with no Geneva Convention protections and will shot upon capture. Their families are to detained and placed in mobile FEMA camps on suspicion of providing aid and comfort to domestic terrorists.

Ace: This all sounds like delusional gestures. How is she going to back any of that up? She doesn’t even have an army.

PA: But something devastating happens —  key infrastructure grids and communication networks coast-to-coast go down. Massive and widespread electromagnetic pulse attacks cripple the country and the National Coalition Army.

Ace: China is suspected of delivering that attack.

PA: In coordination with those attacks, she deploys her new army. The U.K. and Israeli defense and contractor elements, as well as Pakistani special units, begin forming a core security apparatus around her, as well as setting up loyal ground forces and air power to oppose the National Coalition.

Ace: How about the rank-and-file soldiers — where will she get them from?

PA: New volunteers for Beria’s army are reporting for training by the thousands. Those new recruits are coming via round-the-clock, fighter jet-escorted flights from several west African countries. Planes are landing one after another at federally controlled airfields.

Ace: Why from Africa?

PA: The UN and NATO offered military support but Beria declined their offers. On U.S. soil, she wants a military she can properly control.

Ace: Beria also had the German government’s support… until that Merkel thing. Wow, what they did to her in the Volksaufstandes.

PA *shudder* Burned at the stake.

Ace: And so this new mercenary-filled U.S. Army is nicknamed “Beria’s Brigades.” First mockingly, but then that phrase came to evoke terror in the population.

PA: As promised in Beria’s State Department’s massive recruiting drives in Africa, the arriving enlistees are naturalized as American citizens. Each of them is also promised a house, a fast-tracked resettlement of their families here, as well as two American wives at completion of their service.

Ace: Jay-zus. So now polygamy is not just legal but downright endorsed. Where will they get them these wives?

PA: As the National Coalition Army is duly informed, female detainees in the FEMA camps will be given opportunities to help the Beria Brigade soldiers assimilate as new Americans. There will be tutoring and social mixers.

Ace: Imagine the Beria Brigade military formations doing cadence. Platoons of wild-eyed Congolese in unbuttoned BDUs rhythmically stomping, clapping, and chanting “USA! USA! USA!” while firing their rifles into the air.

PA: America finally goes full-nigger.

Ace: Needless to say, nobody in the National Coalition Army is deserting. But Beria wasn’t bluffing. Mass arrests of soldiers’ families begin where National Coalition is not in control, on charges of providing material support of an insurgency.

PA: Beria’s Brigades are formed slapdash but fast. Where they fall short in discipline they make up for it in enthusiasm for raiding civilian areas. Unsettling reports surface, showing savage acts of violence against outgunned American civilians, which are intended to break the National Coalition’s morale.

Ace: Like the bombings of Dresden.

PA: Foreign special-ops teams clear areas and set up large zones where Beria’s government exercises its sovereignty. Fighting becomes intense, with National Coalition’s efforts now being primarily expanded on protecting civilian communities. This diverts the National Coalition’s manpower from their ultimate objective of securing the American government.

Ace: This is analogous to a scenario in which King George’s Redcoats would be mass-murdering colonial civilians to distract and demoralize George Washington’s Continental Army.

PA: Both armies engage in search-and-destroy missions against each other. Where the forces engage, the casualties are heavy, with the heaviest losses always sustained by Beria’ Brigades. The African units fall into disarray and whether they run or surrender, Coalition soldiers make it clear that they have no use for prisoners.

Ace: But for every one hundred of Beria Brigade fighters that the National Coalition wipes out, another ten thousand fresh bodies fly in. The National Coalition’s and sympathetic countries’ primary agitprop efforts are expanded toward informing potential African recruits that Beria’s is leading them to slaughter and that she has no intention of keeping her promises. But enlistees, from Nouakchott to Luanda, form miles-long lines of eager volunteers. I can understand their motivation.

PA: Human airlifts from Africa continue and civilian bodies pile up. Beria-controlled zones grow and her camps fill with detainees. If this war were dramatized in a theatrical play, at this point we’d have the stage go dark, the lights go out. Nightfall.


PA: Hey, here is an interesting question. Say, you’re young and fit, and president Hillary wants you to enlist to defend America, as she puts it. There are no Beria’s Brigades, just the regular Army when they’re still doing that stand-off in Austin. Would you sign up?

Ace: Hell no I won’t go.

PA: How about this scenario, now downstream from the Austin standoff: National Coalition forces take control over our area, and they are recruiting. They say “all willing American men of any age and any skill level, join us. There is a job for every one of you in this fight. Quit your job. We’ll feed you and pay you. If we win, you will be an honored veteran with a pension, living in a free country.” And we all know that if we lose, we lie in mass graves. Will you join the National Coalition?

Ace [Eyes lighting up]: I’d want nothing more than to serve. But I’m 45, out of shape, bad knees…

PA: Remember what I said. The recruiting says that all willing American men can serve, regardless of age or skill-sets. The fattest fuck who loves his people can drive a truck or be a quartermaster. You’re a smart engineer. You can do a lot to help.

Ace: You’re right. I could set up communications systems, networks. I’d do it. They are going to have to kill us all, before this is over.

PA: I would too. I’d be a rifleman and I’d keep up with the 19-year-old boys. “Give me liberty or give me death.” After our conversation, those words from high school history classes hit close to home. Either way, I’d die satisfied that I did what I could.

Ace: Even if the odds seem crushing. A man can acommodate, bend, only so far. And we’ve been bending to the point of breaking. And then something shocks the system and we tell ourselves “I don’t have to live this way.” Then a profound calm washes over you and you just don’t care anymore. Even if we were to lose, when led toward the ditch blindfolded and with bound wrists, I’d walk with my head high for the first time, praising the Almighty ahead of the journey toward Him.

PA: Yes.

Ace: What was it you wrote at the end of that “What Have We Learned” post?

PA: I wrote: “History never ends and as human beings, we are bound to repeat our mistakes, over and over. Satan stands behind you in the shadow, always watching. But there is Truth that blazes our path through the darkness. Not losing sight of that light is our hope for making it through just far enough to let our sons and daughters, in turn, walk yet farther onward, straight and true.”

Ace: Funny, how everything we strive for comes down to that.

PA: Let’s see to it that everything we just talked about goes down a different road. Donald Trump wins, cleans the stables, makes our country great again.

Ace: His administration will have to take a breath and disconnect from the world, reconnect with America. Trump 2016.