Category Archives: White genocide

The Institutionalized Tragedy of Liberalism

Lear. And my poor fool is hang’d! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou’lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never! Pray you, undo this … Continue reading

Posted in counterrevolution, Europe as the Christ-bearer, White genocide | Tagged

This Will Ever Be the European Story

A brilliant morning shines on the old city. Its antiquities and ruins are surpassingly beautiful, with the lusty ivy gleaming in the sun, and the rich trees waving in the balmy air. Changes of glorious light from moving boughs, songs … Continue reading

Posted in Europeans and Christ, White genocide, Young Drummer | Tagged , ,

In the Beginning

And I saw heaven opened, and behold a white horse; and he that sat upon him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he doth judge and make war. His eyes were as a flame of fire, and on … Continue reading

Posted in Christian Europe, Europe as the Christ-bearer, White genocide | Tagged

Hell on Earth

Lear. My wits begin to turn. Come on, my boy. How dost, my boy? Art cold? I am cold myself. Where is this straw, my fellow? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, … Continue reading

Posted in blood faith, Europe as the Christ-bearer, White genocide | Tagged , ,

The Eyes of the Heart

Old Man. O, my good lord, I have been your tenant, and your father’s tenant, these fourscore years. Glou. Away, get thee away! Good friend, be gone; Thy comforts can do me no good at all; Thee they may hurt. Old Man. You … Continue reading

Posted in counterrevolution, White genocide | Tagged ,

The Serpent Has Bared Its Fangs

In that day the Lord with his sore and great and strong sword shall punish leviathan the piercing serpent, even leviathan that crooked serpent; and he shall slay the dragon that is in the sea. – Isaiah 27: 1 …and, … Continue reading

Posted in Christian counter-attack, democracy, Muscular Christianity, White genocide | Tagged

The Long Journey Home

They never will love where they ought to love, who do not hate where they ought to hate. — Edmund Burke “I hate that bitch!” – A “deplorable” white female store clerk In his remarkable history of the Parish of … Continue reading

Posted in defense of the white race, White genocide | Tagged ,