And with this, I believe we’ve lost the last living Old School American Hero.

WV Metro News:

Chuck Yeager, World War II ace, daring test pilot and legendary West Virginian, has died.

His place in history was secured in 1947 when he became the first pilot in history to blow past the speed of sound in level flight. Yeager’s daring and understated swagger personified “The Right Stuff” associated with the test pilots who followed in his footsteps to become the first astronauts in the American space program.

He thrilled West Virginians by buzzing under Charleston’s South Side Bridge in a Lockheed P-80 Shooting Star in 1948.

“General Chuck Yeager was an American hero. West Virginia’s native son was larger than life and an inspiration for generations of Americans,” U.S. Senator Joe Manchin, D-W.Va., stated.

Echoing President Reagan’s tribute to the space shuttle Challenger crew, Senator Shelley Moore Capito said Yeager had “slipped the surly bonds of earth and touched the face of God.”

“What an amazing life,” said Capito, R-W.Va.

Yeager’s wife, Victoria, announced his death on Twitter and highlighted his “legacy of strength, adventure and patriotism.” Victoria, who Yeager married in 2003, did not state a cause of death. Yeager was 97.

Yeager was an obvious figure to tell children to look up to.

When I was 9, my dad gave me his autobiography.

It had as big of an impact on me as anything I read in my childhood, and played an important role in the development of my understanding of masculinity.

I recommend that any of you read it. And give it to your young boys, when you have them.

The number one takeaway is that this man was willing to take serious risks for the sake of personal glory and the glory of his nation.

Taking risks is at the core of any kind of success, and the sort of person who does not ever take risks is always a loser, and ultimately their lives are failures.

Q: What about the Israelis,always heard they were DA best warpilots in the world… A: Arrogant. Didn't listen. Lost half their a/c in war.

— Chuck Yeager (@GenChuckYeager) November 17, 2017

Who that is alive now would be in the same category as this man?

Is there any living man you can point a boy to and say, “you should be like him when you grow up”?

The closest I can think of is Donald Trump, and there are a good number of issues with that (Trump is obviously a hero, and he’s obviously very masculine and very brave, but he is also kind of immature in a lot of ways).

What exactly is wrong with our society that we are failing to produce role models for children?

What’s more: if we’ve stopped producing role models for children, then how can we expect to produce children who grow up to themselves be worthy of being role models?

This is an issue that frankly needs to be discussed a lot more. Our children are as lost as they possibly could be, and there is not really any way to direct them towards what they should be. The best thing anyone can do is say: “don’t be a tranny or a faggot of any kind, kid.”

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— I,Hypocrite (@lporiginalg) November 22, 2020

The rest, the kids are required to figure out on their own.

A society that has stopped caring about the future of children is a doomed society, and we’ve been a doomed society for a rather long time.

The good news is: our society is going to hell rapidly now, and various chickens are finally coming home to roost.

These roosting chickens are going to create challenges, which will provide an opportunity for great men to rise to meet them.

RIP Chuck.

Here’s to hoping that men as great as you will some day grace us with their presence.

Happy Memorial Day.

I would like to propose that starting today, we make this holiday a global phenomenon, and that on this day, we honor all of the White heroes who fought for their countries – for whatever reason.

Those who died should be remembered and honored, whether they were on either side of World War Two, in Vietnam or in Iraq or Afghanistan. Their personal sacrifice, and that of their families, is not worth less because they were wrongly used by Jews to push an evil global agenda.

It is not a soldier’s job to decide who he fights, and so no soldier, from any way, is less heroic than any other soldier. I often say that I’m proud my grandfather fought in World War Two – I just wish he would have been fighting on the other side. And though it’s meant to be a funny statement, it’s also 100% true. I am proud he fought. The fact he was on the wrong side doesn’t take away from that pride. However, I also do genuinely wish the US would have allied with Germany.

At the same time, the thrust of this day should be to honor our fallen heroes by declaring that never again will we have a brothers war, with White men killing White men.

We must declare that all future wars will be against our true enemies.

Our blood enemies.

The enemies of our race.

Hail Victory.

Some students at a high school in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania recently organized an “Anti-Gay Day,” ostensibly in response to a “Day of Silence” for dead LGBTQRSTUVWXYZ people.

The students in question wrote “anti-gay” on their hands, hung anti-faggotry posters on lockers, and may or may not have passed out a “lynch list” of the 30 to 50 students who actually participated in the “Day of Silence.”

Yahoo!:

One student recalled the scene to local reporters. “Yesterday, there was pushing, posters hung on homosexual students’ lockers,” Zoe Johnson, a bisexual student at McGuffey, told news reporters on Friday. “Teachers were having to run out and take them down.” Johnson also said the so-called anti-gay students uploaded Bible verses to social media and tagged their LGBT classmates.

Whoever these students are, I commend them. It takes balls to stand up to all this faggotry, especially in such an overt, controversial manner.

God bless them.

After many, many years there came a king’s son into that land: and an old man told him the story of the thicket of thorns; and how a beautiful palace stood behind it, and how a wonderful princess, called Briar Rose, lay in it asleep, with all her court. He told, too, how he had heard from his grandfather that many, many princes had come, and had tried to break through the thicket, but that they had all stuck fast in it, and died. Then the young prince said, ‘All this shall not frighten me; I will go and see this Briar Rose.’ The old man tried to hinder him, but he was bent upon going.

A big Republican winner in Ohio immediately announced in his victory speech that his top priority was “diversity.” Rand Paul followed suit: after the Republican victories, he scolded Republicans for ignoring black and Hispanic voters. He, the great Rand Paul, would change that. And on it goes into the night. We can elect different executioners if we want, but the extermination process will still proceed at a steady pace.

The white Europeans are in the position of Antonio in Shakespeare’s Merchant of Venice. Shylock wants Antonio’s heart’s blood, and he will use the letter of the law to get it: “I crave the law, The penalty and forfeit of my bond.” To move Shylock with an appeal for mercy is futile:

I pray you, think you question with the Jew:
You may as well go stand upon the beach
And bid the main flood bate his usual height;
You may as well use question with the wolf
Why he hath made the ewe bleat for the lamb;
You may as well forbid the mountain pines
To wag their high tops and to make no noise,
When they are fretten with the gusts of heaven;
You may as well do anything most hard,
As seek to soften that–than which what’s harder?–
His Jewish heart:

Of course there is a crucial difference between the white man’s current rulers and the rulers of Shakespeare’s imaginary Venice. Antonio did not have his heart cut out because the spirit of the law, which was adhered to by the Christian ruler of Venice, requires that justice should be tempered with “the quality of mercy.” Not so in Liberaldom. The liberals, whether they are Jews or non-Jews, have Shylockian hearts. They will have their pound of flesh. The history of the European people is now a history of slaughter. Every day the blood-red tide of colored atrocities rises, and the concern of the liberals who govern white nations is to attack the white victims of the colored atrocities. By some twisted liberal logic, it is always the white man’s fault when colored barbarians murder whites. No atrocity is ever the fault of the negro barbarians or other barbarians of color. Evil resides only in white people; therefore, the evil that the colored barbarians do is either not evil, or, if it is deemed evil, it is the fault of the white man.

I feel toward the white grazers as Anthony Jacob felt toward the white Kenyans. He had no wish to deride the already much derided white Kenyans. They were guilty of only one thing: they trusted white liberals. That, in a nutshell, is the reason for white genocide. Liberals are in a minority in every white nation, yet they rule in every white nation, because white grazers permit them to rule. And please don’t respond with “vote them out of office.” There are no non-liberals running for office. The liberals understand the historical moment and the grazers do not, because they have no Burke to rally them. An implacable satanic foe armed with cruel hate has hired a mercenary army of colored barbarians to destroy the white race. It seems impossible to get the grazers to turn away from their football games long enough to grasp that essential fact of life in modern Satania. But the grazers are white people, so I will not assume that they are irremediable. “Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more…”

White people are between a rock and a hard place. The Shylockian liberals want their blood, and the colored barbarians are quite willing to shed white blood. White people’s only refuge, their racial hearth fire, is forbidden them, so they languish in a death-in-life limbo while they wait for the final death blow. Every white nation has a proud history of fighting men who were once part of the fabric of their nation. What has happened to the race that produced such men as Alfred, Tell, Wallace, Forrest, Bozzaris, Roland, and Winkelreid? I recently read of 10,000 Somalians who have overrun Scotland. How can this happen to the country of Wallace, Bruce, and Sir Walter Scott? How can any white European permit his nation to be defiled by the presence of colored barbarians? It has to do with our spiritual backbone, which is our race. If white people don’t believe they are a race apart from the colored races, a race of people who must protect and love their own, then they will not fight to preserve their race. How can a man fight for something he doesn’t believe exists?

As white people have disappeared as a race so has the quality of mercy disappeared. Cruelty and sexual depravity are all that is left in the formerly white nations, because there are no white people left who will fight negrophile liberalism. The grazers will “support our troops,” who are not our troops, and they will support their local clergy and the local schools, but they will not fight for race and faith. “Our troops” are the troops of negrophile liberalism, our schools are liberal, negrophile factories, and our clergymen are blasphemers who have made the living God an adjunct of negro-worshipping liberalism. Instead of voting for our executioners we should take the same vow that Tell took when Gessler threatened the lives of his sons, his wife, and his people.

My boys, poor innocents, my loyal wife,
Must be protected, tyrant, from thy rage!
When last I drew my bow – with trembling hand–
And thou, with fiendishly remorseless glee
Forced me to level at my own boys head,
When I, imploring pity, writhed before thee,
Then in the anguish of my soul,
I vow’d
A fearful oath, which met God’s ear alone,
That when my bow next wing’d an arrow’s flight
Its aim should be thy heart.
The vow I made,
Amid the hellish torments of that moment,
I hold a sacred debt, and I will pay it.

Just a story? Europeans come from the land of storybooks. The heroes of our race point us to The Hero.

When the liberals and the clergy command us to progress beyond provincial, bardic, racist Europe to a universal, scientific world consecrated to the Negro, we should respond as Tell did that day at the mountain pass near Kussnacht. Our innocents are threatened. We have tried pleading, but to no avail. There is no mercy in the liberals or in the colored barbarians. How could there be mercy in the souls of those who have rejected the God of mercy or in the souls of those who have never known the God of mercy? The words “fiendishly remorseless glee” resonate with us today. Doesn’t that describe the liberals? The fiendish glee with which they respond to the colored atrocities against whites make me feel as Tell felt. There can be only one response to such creatures from hell: “Amid the hellish torments of that moment, I hold a sacred debt, and I will pay it.”

I was blessed to grow up during a time when the real Walt Disney was making pictures, so let me mention a short story-type of cartoon he made about Johnny Appleseed. We see Johnny as a young man who decides to plant apple seeds throughout the United States. The years roll by, and Johnny stays true to his mission. At the end of the story, Johnny lies down under an apple tree, and his immortal body steps away from his mortal husk. The transfigured body then goes on to plant apple trees in heaven. That image of death was comforting to me; in fact it was the only comforting image of death I ever encountered in my childhood. I couldn’t articulate the reason why I found the Johnny Appleseed death comforting; I just knew that I did. Looking back I realize that I was comforted by the fact that there was a real bodily resurrection and that heaven was not depicted as some other unworldly, unfamiliar existence. It was a continuance of what was good here on earth.

After World War I, the first European War in which both sides abandoned chivalry (in our uncivil war only the North abandoned chivalry), a new European came to the forefront. He was a man who followed a different path than the one Johnny Appleseed followed. Johnny stepped away from his mortal husk into his immortal body. The new European reversed the process: he stepped away from his immortal soul and proceeded to wander the earth without it. He went from a divinely infused man of grace to a man without a soul, trying to make up for its absence by the power of his disembodied intellect. Such men, the men of the disembodied intellects, are cannon fodder for the demonic man of intellect who rules Satandom through his liberal minions.

The white man’s refusal to fight for his people – let us use the Somalian invasion of Scotland as the mirror image of what is occurring in every white nation – is the result of the white man’s flight from his soul. His white skin contains his soul, and as long as he retains his soul he is subject to all the terrors of the spiritual life that a blood-and-sex pagan is not subject to. “Do I simply go from a corruptible body to an incorruptible body, or do I enter a state of suspended animation somewhere between death and life? Or worse yet, do I melt into nothingness?” The fear of that undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns has sent the white man into an intellectual retreat from which he supports the colored heathens, because their religions give him the opiates of sex and blood. But even here, the white man feels cheated; he can only participate in the heathen religions second-hand; lurking somewhere in the darkness is his white soul, trying to envelope him in that old world of crosses and redemption.

A religion that is not embodied soon becomes a dead religion. This is why the liberals must continue to attack every last vestige of Christian Europe. That Europe must remain in the grave so the new Europe, the Europe of the anesthetized zombie whites, can live. A Christian European is, in the eyes of the secular liberal and the clergyman, a fiend who will impede mankind’s progress toward a colored utopia where all mankind can forget the Man of Sorrows. Whites won’t fight back against the colored invasion, because they don’t know the answer to Melville’s question, “Sentry, are you there?” The answer can be found in the collective face of the European people, before they separated themselves from their souls. There is no magic formula, no intellectual gambit that can make the white man fight for his people and his God. He must see existence feelingly before he will fight. Beyond the rational man, beyond the philosophical man, is the man of storybooks, the true European. He is the hero that by a miracle of grace has not succumbed to modern Babylon; he is a man with a soul. Let us follow such men to fairy tale Europe where we will discover that His Kingdom come and eternal Europe are one and the same. +

Being limited in time and space, it can be hard to see what is wrong with actions that appear to be of immediate benefit to us personally and of no relevance to anyone else. However, every action we take is governed by the law of consequence, and those consequences will still be evolving into the future long after we are gone. What may seem harmless to the consenting individual can have a devastating effect on the rest of society.

Our ancestors’ traditions grew over time as a way of preventing us from making those mistakes that would have harmful consequences for the community. Many modern people think some traditions unjustifiable today, and doubt the reasoning behind them; things like marriage for life, abortion being murder, homosexuality a capital offense and miscegenation being harmful have been rejected by modernity, but when we look at the results of ignoring those traditions in our modern times, we can see why they were respected laws in our past.

Questioning the wisdom of people who were far wiser than we, whose knowledge came not from the lowest order of matter, but from the superior world of the spirit, really shows how limited in understanding we have become, and how much we have forgotten. Divine knowledge that comes from the spirit is eternal and unchanging – outside of time looking in, it is the opposite of modern science, which changes daily with further discoveries. The laws and commandments given to our ancestors were to benefit us, and the traditions and myths that grew around them were to remind us of the transcendent reality that those laws and commandments were borne from. We cannot know the long term effect of disregarding age old customs and traditions, which is why our ancestors knew it was more important to obey them than to indulge in what seemed harmless to some at the time.

Religious traditions come from the accumulated spiritual knowledge of our peoples, and are a way that we can feel connected with our ancestors. Even if we no longer are aware of what message they were intended to convey, all the while we still observe them and the same blood runs in our veins, there is the chance of awakening the memory of the sacred knowledge that they were intended to impart. Myths play a large role in this, carrying as they do insights into the cosmic laws that govern all actions. Myths were also intended to awaken certain beneficial parts of the psyche in ways specific to the race in question. Desired traits such as heroism, self sacrifice, chivalry, charity, valour and unity within the tribe. The positive qualities in myths are eternal and unchanging, being the fundamental truths that a healthy society is built upon.

When we lose our traditions we lose our link with the past and our place in the universe as the extension of that past, a link to the future. When we lose our myths we lose our inspiration, and our stories become hollow flights of fancy with no higher purpose, our traditions degenerate into meaningless fancy dress. As Christianity became accepted, many of our mythic characters were absorbed into it, changing into Saints or Angels with the same qualities as before. Feast days remained the same, holy places also, and the timeless wisdom carried on. The Saints were looked up to as role models to emulate, from dragon slayers like St. George, to world renouncing ascetics like St Angus of Keld. They were like the comic book superheroes of today, only they were usually real people that strove for perfection, and their exploits were seen as attainable through self discipline and the blessing of the Lord.

Our holidays (holy days) have been replaced with spiritually meaningless awareness days, like ‘no smoking day,’ ‘fish and chips day,’ ‘newspaper carrier day,’ ‘sustainable house day,’ ‘lingerie day,’ and others celebrating strictly materialistic, superficial concepts. Even our traditonal religious holidays have been stripped of their meaning, imbued with secular interpretations.  None of them celebrations provide a link with the past, none of them encourage us to see ourselves as a link in a chain stretching back thousands of years, they all serve to reinforce the modern ideology of man as an animal with no divine purpose, directing his thoughts forever downward.

Our traditional festivals required self-imposed austerity before most of them, requiring the giving up of alcohol, meat and sex for weeks, to remind us of how we don’t actually need most of the things we think we do, and how simple things like meat can give more pleasure than fancy trinkets if you have gone without it for a month. This encouraged us to be grateful for the small things in life, instead of coveting the larger things. Fasting also helped people to meditate, especially when everyone around was doing the same, adding to the heightened sense of communal experience. There were over 150 Holy days in the Middle Ages that people used to keep. There was no work done on them, as people devoted the day to honoring the event or person in the past that the day was commemorating. Sometimes the holy day would entail fasting, and other times feasting and dancing.

Children used to be named after Saints or characters from the Bible, thus giving them a sense of shared identity with a noble ancestor or a guardian angel. It was hoped that this would encourage emulative behavior in them.

All this gets ridiculed today as superstitious or old-fashioned, by people showing their ignorance of the power that a special dispensation from God and a shared identity with the heroes of our past can bring. The piety of people just a few centuries ago astonishes me when I read about it. How people would give up all their wealth to renounce the world, giving it all entirely to the poor, or how people would get together to build churches (one church for every 200 people in the country) voluntarily. You only have to look at the beauty that shines forth from the sculpture, music and artwork back then to see how happy these people were.  Just compare it to the miserable and degenerate so-called art that we see today.

Art and music were seen as vehicles to express divine beauty, the spirit of God showing himself through the artists creativity. It wasn’t about being different, edgy, or making a name for yourself; since it involved channeling the spirit of creativity, it was necessarily about expressing beauty. Most popular music today is just banal and ugly, especially when compared to the classical music that Aryan man produced for centuries. The various pop music styles can rarely be described as expressing beauty. Even what some of us would call good music still has symptoms of our degeneracy within it. It is either simple, sex obsessed and vulgar, or it is loud, distorted, shouted and aggressive. The fact that it sounds good to us is a cause for alarm. It means that we have become so desensitized to the horror of the world we are creating that we have lost the ability to tell order from chaos and beauty from ugliness. We no longer understand and yearn for harmony and peace, but like masochists, prefer unholy noise.

Electronic dance ‘music’ is even worse. It has cut people off from the spiritual communion between musician and instrument entirely, substituting novelty of sound in its place. Instead of hearing peoples’ emotions physically turned into melodies, there is mere auditory titillation. At least the psychic connection between musicians playing together is still there in a live band, even if the music is objectively an assault on the senses. Instead of the self discipline and beauty of ballet, even dancing has devolved to strutting, individualistic and animal-like displays, with the objective of gaining a mate for the night.

I’m not saying I cannot see the appeal in some of this, especially the more aggressive music that reflects our instinctive response to being attacked, but I also see that it is objectively degrading and degenerate. Our music used to evoke the natural beauty of the world, accompanied by ballet dancing timed to perfection and operas that were designed to lift the very soul. This wasn’t just limited to the higher rungs of society; at work people would sing hymns, reminding themselves of what blessings they had, and there were always subsidized seats for the less affluent at symphonies and operas. The buildings we created to house the orchestras and choirs were designed to uplift our souls to heaven whilst listening, never forgetting where the artists gifts came from, or what the music was trying to achieve.

The music our ancestors wrote became timeless still being played centuries after it was written, like the chanting of the monks that still goes on in Orthodox abbeys, repeating the same mantras the early Church fathers used to sing. In doing so, the singers become part of an unbroken song that has continued through the millenia, and when we are moved by pieces of classical music today, we are sharing our emotions with the first people who were to hear it, confirming the timeless and spiritual nature of it.

Many of the monks had no idea what the words they were chanting meant, what mattered was that it was the same as had been sung before, and the same as was being sung elsewhere. Our folk music is similar, evoking the same culturally specific images and memories from the blood, regardless of whether we recognize the particular event that is being sung about. It is such with our traditions.  It may be helpful to know what the maypole represents, what Whitsun is about, or why green is unlucky on boats, but what really matters is that by keeping the traditions, we are joining symbolically with our ancestors, and since they were the same as us, their collective memory is contained within us and will help us, as long as we remain joined to them through through sacred cultural ritual.