“While this America settles in the mould of its vulgarity, heavily thickening to empire,
And protest, only a bubble in the molten mass, pops and signs out, and the mass hardens,
I sadly smiling remember that the flower fades to make fruit, the fruit rots to make earth.
Out of the mother; and through the spring exultances, ripeness and decadence; and home to the mother.
You making haste, haste on decay; not blameworthy; life is good, be it stubbornly long or suddenly
A mortal splendor; meteors are not needed less than mountains: shine, perishing republic.
But for my children, I would have them keep their distance from the thickening center; corruption
Never has been compulsory, when the cities lie at the monster’s feet there are left the mountains.
And boys, be in nothing so moderate as in love of man, a clever servant, insufferable master.
There is the trap that catches noblest spirits, that caught–they say–God, when he walked on earth.”
– Robinson Jeffers, Shine, Perishing Republic
Jeffers, the lyrical and unsung poet of the American West had his finger on the pulse of the war machine in Mordor on the Potomac. He was an opponent of the American entry into WWII (The War to Save Josef Stalin) and this put him on the path to poverty and obscurity. His poetry is among the best America produced in the 20th century but he remains in obscurity because he dared to question the war machine.
There is talk now of entering into a more active conflict with Pakistan. The millions of maimed and murdered bodies that have already been the American offertory for world peace are simply not enough and the US death machine marches onward. This war will come home and not only in the broken minds and bodies of the veterans but in the machinations of our rulers who will find all kinds of new stratagems and toys to better control their cattle here at home. Combine this with the many opportunities afforded by the economic calamities the government has authored and you have a recipe for even worse times ahead.
On reflection, I cannot support a single conflict America has engaged in since 1898 but I do know the only legitimate conflict is fought on one’s own soil to defend your kith and kin from barbarism and enslavement. I am opposed to all initiated aggression on principle but I am no pacifist. I believe in a robust and compelling response to initiated aggression.
We are a people born in conflict and steeped in a culture of self-defense despite the disregard with which our most holy and vaunted Founding Rulers viewed such a culture.
It was on this day, September 30 in 1776 that George Washington wrote a despairing letter to his nephew complaining of the poor performance of his militia.
“I am wearied to death all day with a variety of perplexing circumstances, disturbed at the conduct of the militia, whose behavior and want of discipline has done great injury to the other troops, who never had officers, except in a few instances, worth the bread they eat.” Washington added, “In confidence I tell you that I never was in such an unhappy, divided state since I was born.”
Mighty strong elixir from one of history’s least deserving Battle Captains whose talents for warfare were among the poorest of any field commander. The man who won three of the nine major battles he fought against a foe that was engaged in a global conflict with great powers on the European continent. If it weren’t for the “sideshow” aspect of the North American conflict to the British, military defeat would not have been visited upon them except at the hands of guerrillas. As we see from the letter referenced above, Washington did not think very highly of his most pure volunteers, the militia. No, Washington needed dragooned and conscripted fodder that would better enable his military ambitions.
His incompetence and sheer martial stupidity ranks up there with General William Hull from 1812who was the only General in US history to be handed a death sentence at a courts martial.
Washington went on after the conflict to be granted and expect tremendous honors and respect for not having lost the war. He and his evil crony, Alexander Hamilton, went on to harness the thirteen colonies under a devilishly clever contraption called the Constitution that went on to create the post-1898 national security state after the vicious consolidation of the Anti-Constitutionalists in the South in 1865. Since that time we have been a nation at war every year without missing a beat. Here is a partial list of military mischief around the globe by America just between 1901-1929. Or fast forward to marine landings in Lebanon in 1958 or the US threatening Iraq with nuclear annihilation in 1958 for threatening to invade Kuwait. I need not bore you with the military mischief visited on the Earth since 1991 by the “city on the hill”.
My point is that despite the patriotic noise and media flash-bangs tossed in our laps everyday to assure the sheeple that we are a nation of peace is a crock. We are a jingoistic nation bent on world domination because we know what is best for the rest of the world much like the domination and intimidation practiced by the Federal government domestically on their tax cattle. Every empire brings their practice of martial terror abroad home (witness the decline of the UK) and you ain’t seen anything yet.
In the end, militias will be the only answer to defend ourselves from our own government. I am not referring to the bloated and ill-kitted media darlings who populate the fever-dreams of the Southern Poverty Law Center and their Fusion Center clients in the Fatherland Security apparatus. I am referring to the growing band of malcontents in America who see the writing on the wall and are preparing for the collapse and coming endarkenment with Gold, Guns and Groceries (G3). Not the conspiricists or the local redneck hunting club; these would be the former military veterans or shooting hobbyists or men who simply know their measure and consider metrosexuality to be a weakness. These are men of the gun. The disparaged men of Washington’s time who knew a stand-up fight in line sixty meters from their Redcoat opponents would not allow them to fight another day.
These are the men who in small packs or leaderless loners will finally take back what they consider theirs. That would be their autonomy to live an unmolested life free of the institutionalized aggression of a tax jurisdiction prettily dressed up as a nation state.
War is ugly and should be avoided but free men have an obligation to demonstrate that slave retention can be a costly enterprise for the plantation owner. There are dark times ahead and a large facet of good luck is meticulous preparation. Training will be a vital aspect of those who find themselves among the living in a few years.
“General Hugh Percy [after the Regular defeat at Lexington-Concord on 19 April 1775] shared the opinion that the colonists would never fight, or if they did, they would be ineffective. After his fighting retreat, he wrote to General Harvey, in England: “… during the whole affair the Rebels attacked in a very scattered, irregular manner, but with perseverance and resolution, nor did they ever dare to form into any regular body. Indeed, they knew too well what was proper, to do so.
Whoever looks upon them as an irregular mob, will find himself much mistaken. They have men amongst them who know very well what they are about, having been employed as Rangers against the Indians and Canadians and this country being much covered with wood, and hilly, is very advantageous for their method of fighting. . . . “.