The nationalists take the stage

A rather colourful Englishman by the name of Nigel Farage joined Trump-Muad'Dib recently on stage and brought the house down in Mississippi- I think I spelled that correctly- by delivering a message of hope and populist optimism to the people:

That is almost enough to bring a single manly tear to my eye. ALMOST.

Mr. Farage is, quite simply, a hero. He was instrumental in getting the English and the Welsh to give the luvvies, the London-based globalist elites, and the EU apparatchiks a taste of what it feels like to get hit in the giblets with a baseball bat. That must have been interesting for them, to say the least; they sure as hell weren't happy about it.

And he is absolutely right to compare the God-Emperor's America First nationalist movement with the political earthquake that was the result of the #Brexit campaign.

Parenthetically, I should note that I find the hysterical reaction of the globalist elites to both #Brexit and the Trumpening to be by turns refreshing and amusingly ironic, given that I in fact work for one of the very same banks that Mr. Farage's wonderful campaign did so much to piss off. My employer's management believes fervently in the pipe dream of the European integration project and has done everything in its power to ensure that the EUSSR's Long March to glorious revolution carries on.

Let's just say that I don't exactly see eye to eye with those people- which, of course, is a large part of the reason why I support both The Donald and Nigel Farage, even though on the face of it their policy prescriptions would be terrible for people like me.

(Indeed, I am quite out of tune with my employers on a rather large range of subjects, which is why I write under a nom de plume.)

Back when it happened, I saw that Mr. Farage's campaign was a huge victory for those who love their country, their culture, and Western civilisation, and I was delighted to see him win against all odds.

June 23rd, 2016, was a tremendous day for all of us who believe in nation-states, in free peoples living under laws of their own choosing, and in the radical notion that Western civilisation, in its pre-modern form, was the pinnacle of human achievement and therefore worthy of preservation and defence. I fervently hope that it was not the last day of its kind.

American voters have a chance to prove that Brexit was not a fluke on November 8th, 2016. They have a chance to give the political elites of this country the biggest shock of their lives. Make no mistake: what is at stake is the very moral fabric and foundation of your country. If the Hilldebeast wins, what little is left of your once-great civilisation will be cast down into darkness, from which it cannot return.

Your Bill of Rights will be diluted and interpreted away to nothingness. Your government will drop any and all pretence of transparency and accountability and descend to depths of corruption typically only found in sub-Saharan Africa. Your God-given rights will become a dispensation of the Hilldebeast's favours- and she only gives things to those who pay for them. And your children, and grandchildren, and great-grandchildren, will have to pay for her sins of wanton fiscal and moral abuse.

The likely outcome of that destruction will almost certainly be open war- a second Civil War, but this time a war between the Federal government and the Several States, rather than a war provoked by the North against the South. As a proud de Tocquevillean, that is the last thing that I want to see happen to this country that I love, which has been good enough to permit me to live here in peace for ten years.

There will be no glory or honour to be found in such a war; it will cast neighbour against neighbour and will result in the fracturing of the heterogeneous American empire into homogeneous nation-states, precisely in line with the past lessons of history.

I do not claim for even a moment that such an outcome is avoidable under a Trump Presidency. As I have said many times before, I don't have the first clue what he will be like as a President. But, under President Trump, at least the historical notion of a strong, white-dominated America might come to fruition peacefully.

By the way, it will probably horrify our friends on the Left to no end to realise that there are, in fact, non-whites living in America right now (like, say, yours truly) who have no problem whatsoever with the idea of living in a white-dominated country. That is because Western civilisation is, for the most part, white civilisation. There is nothing wrong with this. There is also nothing wrong with pointing out that Western civilisation has- or rather, had- no equal.

Chinese and Japanese civilisation both hold varying degrees of appeal, but it is very difficult to argue with the notion that white-created, white-dominated, and white-maintained Western civilisation has done more to advance the happiness and prosperity of an afflicted Mankind than anything that has come before it or since.

If Donald Trump is elected, it will be the single biggest shock to the American political system since the rise to power of Ronald Reagan. America is long overdue for a rediscovery of national pride, of the virtues of a civilisation built and advanced and maintained by those much-maligned "dead white guys", and of the need for foreign and economic policies that advance American interests, not global ones.

A love of country, of people, and of civilisation is no bad thing. Come November, perhaps enough of what is left of the American Republic will remember that. I can but hope.


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