Weekly CWNY: They Are Legion

 They Are Legion

The English historian Herbert Butterfield wrote that as the belief in original sin faded from politicians’ moral consciousness so did respect for their political opponents (The Englishman and His History, 1950). When both political parties (or the many political parties) were all competing for power within the framework of the Christian belief that all men, not just one’s opponents, were tainted with original sin, there was still some respect for the give and take of the political process and certain limits that politicians would not go to in order to win an election. But when the spiritual check on political cruelty is lost, when the “unbought grace of life,” which comes from Christ, is spent, politics becomes a war to the death. Butterfield was not optimistic about the future of English politics. His pessimism was quite justified.

Yep…

I believe in the validity of my racial identity and treasure the continuity of my national traditions. I believe in, and honour, all those time-hallowed values and factors which have led us to greatness in the past, and which if retained will guarantee the greatness of our posterity. For unless we maintain the highest standards of which we are capable we shall not survive except as the slaves of others, which in the long run would mean that we would not survive at all. Thus I am indeed biased and prejudiced. I am indeed a “racist” and in fundamental matters an extremist.

-Anthony Jacob in White Man, Think Again!

America’s White Middle Class as the Eloi

As human cattle waiting to be eaten by the Other-

From the late, great Lawrence Auster:

And in this peaceful, orderly, and insipid aspect of today’s middle-class white people, they bear an eerie resemblance to the Eloi in H.G. Wells’s The Time Machine—those pretty, passive, dimwitted creatures in the distant future who laze about peacefully in the sun waiting for the night to come, when each night the beastly Morlocks, coming up from their underground hiding places, seize and eat one of them. The graceful and attractive Eloi, whom Wells’s protagonist at first believes to be the masters of this future world, turn out to be the mere sheep or cattle of the Morlocks.