"A nation is not conquered until the hearts of its women are on the ground. Then it is finished, no matter how brave its warriors, or how strong its weapons."

-- Ancient Cheyenne proverb
There was a book that I read a while back- I think it might have been Jason Mattera's Obama Zombies- which opened with a professor relating a story about how he was teaching a class on American history and heard a comment from a female student along the lines that she saw absolutely nothing worthwhile or worthy in her own culture. The professor then narrated that his first thought upon hearing such a disheartening sentiment was to recall precisely that proverb above.

His student had effectively shown that his country's women were beaten down, incapable of seeing the worth and value of their own national identities; and that professor, unusually for one in that line of work, concluded that America was in deep trouble if its own youth was incapable of seeing the beauty and majesty and decency of their own country.

I was reminded of this particular story when I was surfing the YouTubes, as one does when one's mind is utterly exhausted after a long day of dealing with co-workers who won't shut up, and came across a video, that, towards the end, talked tangentially about how nationalism in Sweden is considered taboo and verboten.

That got me thinking: why should it be taboo for anyone to be proud of his country, his culture, and his heritage?

The answer, in the European case, is simple. According to the "official" narrative that most of us are taught in high school, WWII happened because of resurgent German nationalism, and followed on from that most nationalistic of all wars, the Great War itself, because of German grievances that were never properly redressed after the settlement at Versailles.

There happens to be quite a lot of truth to this narrative, actually. The "peace" at Versailles was an awful collection of compromises, half-truths, and outright stupidity on the part of the three major players, France's Clemenceau, Britain's Lloyd George, and America's Woodrow Wilson. The latter, in particular, had a rather irritating obsession with "self-determination", and as such rather enjoyed the idea of redrawing national boundaries to suit his (usually badly flawed) understanding of the various national loyalties of various favoured ethnic groups and races.

Needless to say, the end result was a peace settlement that satisfied no one, least of all the Germans. And because the Germans had not suffered truly catastrophic defeat in the Great War, the seething tide of resentment that the peace treaty at Versailles generated would eventually spill over into the horrors of the Second World War.

After that war, nationalism in Europe became a deeply taboo subject, for fear that asserting national identities would once again lead to the horrors of mass slaughter on an epic scale. And to a certain extent, that is understandable.

What is not understandable is our modern propensity to denigrate and deride our own cultures and peoples, as if there is nothing worthy or good about our own nations. There is some rationale for it among Europeans, however ridiculous and however dated.

What possible rationale could there be for it among Americans?

This strange affliction is probably better known as oikophobia- distrust and fear of the familiar.

Some nations are more resistant to this scourge than others. One of the many things that I have always liked and admired about Americans is the deeply felt patriotism of the average man or woman of this country. To be sure, you don't see much of it on the East Coast, where I live- and you sure as hell don't see much on the West Coast among the hippies that festoon Los Angeles and San Francisco. But once you get past the big cities on either coast, and you actually go into America itself, you'll rapidly discover that the people of this country have a deeply ingrained love of their land.

You see it everywhere you go in America. Every major building, park, apartment complex, and housing estate has at least one American flag flying somewhere- and I never, ever tire of seeing Old Glory flying high in the sunshine and the stiff morning breeze. The average American may not necessarily talk about his love of his country very much, unless he's had a few beers and is feeling his oats, but you don't have to look very far to realise that the people of this country are proud to be American, from their calloused feet to their hairy ears.

It might surprise Americans to learn that this is in fact a most unusual state of affairs.

Go to the United Kingdom, and it'll be a sight indeed to run across a house with a flagpole outside it and the Union Jack flying on it.

Go to France or Germany or Sweden, and if you ever so much as suggest the idea of flying the national colours, you'll be branded a racist and a culturist and any other manner of nasty "-ist", simply for the thoughtcrime of suggesting that there is something worthy and wonderful about acknowledging one's roots and one's nation.

Why are people today so afraid to be proud of who and what we are? Are we truly to believe that, deep down, we're all the same? Does the evidence actually lead us to that conclusion?

The answer to this, for anyone who has been paying attention to genetic science and world history for the past thirty years or so, is "NO". And not only "NO", but "HOLY F*** NO". It turns out that we are NOT all the same deep down, and it is not difficult to prove this- all you have to do is look at the massive disparities in IQ or wealth or life expectancy, or any one of a hundred other metrics, by nation to realise that not every country is equal.

It should be blindingly obvious, yet we are told every day by the politically correct elites of our societies that to acknowledge this reality and base our actions upon it is somehow deeply wrong and dangerous.

In fact, it is entirely right and just and good that we take pride in what our people and our nations have achieved.

We cannot subsume human disagreement and conflict by pretending that we are all the same- because we are not. And if we try, we find that we end up burying those differences, where they writhe and squirm and seethe until they can no longer be ignored- and then the natural end result is war and death. We cannot wipe away thousands or millions of years of evolutionary differences by pretending that they do not exist. We cannot ignore the very real disparities in outcomes between people of different cultures and nationalities- those differences are real whether we like it or not, and we are better served by understanding why those differences exist in the first place, rather than trying to ignore their existence entirely.

This is of particular importance in light of the fact that Columbus Day is coming up. Now, those of a politically correct bent might argue that it is wrong and deeply racist and "culturist" (whatever the hell that means) to celebrate the arrival of a white Spanish Italian bloke in the Caribbean, bringing with him smallpox, Western greed and imperialism, and death and misery and slavery for the natives of those islands.

And at first glance, you might think that these oikophobes have a point.

Think about it. Columbus arrived in the New World entirely by accident. He thought he was finding a faster route to the East Indies (modern-day Indonesia and the Philippines) by sailing west, across an ocean that his theoretical model of the world stated was a third smaller than it actually is. When he did arrive, his Spanish explorers and the conquistadores that followed shortly afterward proceeded to wipe out pretty much every trace of native civilisation.

Within a hundred years of Columbus's arrival in the New World, the greatest of the Mezoamerican empires, the Aztecs, the Incas, and the Mayans, were all basically extinct. They were ravaged by European diseases and unable to resist the colossal technological superiority of European weaponry- I don't care how badass you are, it's going to be extremely difficult to win a pitched battle against a bloke encased in serious armour and armed with a blunderbuss or a sword made of Spanish steel when all you've got is an obsidian club and a bunch of arrows.

What the oikophobes keep conveniently forgetting to understand is that the Europeans pushed out the natives precisely because they were superior, and stronger, and more technologically advanced.

The oikophobes revert back to the trope of the "noble savage" to justify their fundamental desire to destroy the good things that civilisation has brought about; they fail to acknowledge the fact that the barbarians that were subjugated through European fire and steel often practiced truly horrific rituals involving human sacrifice and torture, and they venerate cultures that in reality placed far less value upon human life than the ones that came along and pushed them out.

This brings us back to the basic reason why Westerners should be proud of who and what they are. The West has brought to the world a degree of peace, prosperity, and enlightenment not seen since the halcyon days of Rome, when the great city became the beacon of civilisation that illuminated the entire ancient world. This is to be celebrated, not despised and traduced.

The Anglosphere- the alliance of nations that all speak some variant of English (there is absolutely no way in hell you Americans are ever going to convince me that what you people speak is "real" English) and share the same fundamental values- is perhaps the happiest geopolitical alignment that the world has ever seen. And it came about precisely because the English- for all that they're a bunch of Limey bastards- had the strength and the wisdom and the ability to take the blessings of their civilisation to the farthest shores of the world, and plant the seeds of their own fruits in the often hostile soil of lands teeming with howling savages.

And how can any man possibly come to America- this land of beauty and wonders, this realm of majesty and riches, this magnificent country with its vast spaces, its energy, its optimism, and its ever-remarkable people- and think that there is nothing of worth to be had here?

I have lived in America for more than 8 years now. For all of my grumblings and peevishness about the stupid decisions you people make, I admire and love this nation as I do no other on God's Earth. And my time here has made me understand just why it was that immigrants of previous generations considered the opportunity to come to America to be akin to winning the lottery.

Like those past men and women who came to this country and found a home and a nation here, I love the ideal that is America- the beacon of hope to the world, the shining city on the hill, wind-swept, God-blessed, the last and greatest bastion of freedom on this Earth.

When I rail against what America has become, I do so not because I hate this land, but because I love it, and because I would see it restored once more unto its former glory- and its former goodness.

Yet, as I have said many times, I am not American, and I probably never will be- I have rather strong views about what it means to be a citizen, and how important it is to earn one's right to the sovereign franchise that comes with citizenship, and I simply haven't done anything to earn that right myself. But I love this country, bumps, warts, and all.

So if someone like me- someone from the 'eathen lands of the East, where even today simply possessing indoor plumbing is something of an achievement- can hold this nation in such high esteem, what excuse does the average American have for turning his back on his country?

Answer: none whatsoever. If you cannot see the virtue and goodness of this land, then I cannot help you, for you have sight and yet you are blind.

Americans- and Britons, and Swedes, and Indians, and Germans, and Japanese, and yes, even those !@#$%^&* Frenchists- should not be ashamed of their respective nations. Sure, often a man's nation might fail to live up to its stated ideals and principles. It happens. But that is the entire point of citizenship: when the ship of state has gone off course, it is up to the citizen to stand forth and right it again. And only a citizen- who believes in his very bones that his country and his people are his responsibility to protect, because there is value and worth in them that must be preserved- can possibly correct the wayward course of his beloved home.

So, if you live in the West and you are reading this- do not ever be ashamed of your country. Criticise it; seek to correct it; believe in it; support it; love it. But never, ever apologise for it. This is your land; these are your people. Stand forth, and be counted as one who would defend them both.

UPDATE: Via an anonymous commenter, this is apparently the original source of that story that I referenced up top. I find this to be a bit odd, since I have exactly zero memory of ever visiting that site, and especially not 13 years ago when I was, well, let's just say not nearly as much of a redneck as I am now. But anyway, there's the link.

(Also, to all anonymous commenters- if you're going to post a comment, do so under a name. Those are the terms of my blog- says so right there on the top left. I'm getting tired of deleting otherwise good comments just because they're posted anonymously. Call yourself the Purple People Eater if you want, I really don't give a toss.)


  1. You are mistaking Columbus with Cortès. The rest is good.

    1. No. This is what I wrote:

      Columbus arrived in the New World entirely by accident. He thought he was finding a faster route to the East Indies (modern-day Indonesia and the Philippines) by sailing west, across an ocean that his theoretical model of the world stated was a third smaller than it actually is. When he did arrive, his Spanish explorers and the conquistadores that followed shortly afterward proceeded to wipe out pretty much every trace of native civilisation.

      (emphasis added)

      I'm well aware of what Cortes and Pizarro did- and of the fact that they did so after Columbus arrived in the Bahamas.

    2. Columbus Day is coming up. Now, those of a politically correct bent might argue that it is wrong [...] to celebrate the arrival of a white Spanish bloke in the Caribbean

      Columbus was not Spanish, he was Italian.

    3. Duly noted and corrected. That's my bad.


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