Is Rock n Roll a Sin?

Is rock n roll a sin?

Christians love token convert celebrities. Evangelicals have Kirk Cameron, Bob Dylan, and that guy from Korn. Orthodox have some guy from a soap opera and maybe Tom Hanks. But those were already celebrities. On the other hand you have people like Nedra Talley (hottest black girl ever, by the way) who left the industry after becoming a Christian. Should a Christian seek out fame and fortune? For simplicity, we’ll go with rock star, but it could apply to being an actor, stand-up comedian, or Baptist pastor. Also, this is going to be one of those posts I’m somewhat hypocritical about.

Even if you put aside all the sex and drugs, I would still say the answer is “yes”. Or at least “sort of”.

You cannot have everything you want in life. You can either be the wandering hobo or you can be a family man. The two are inherently incompatible choices, in the same way that women must choose between devoted mother and high-powered career woman. The Christian should be a family man, and therefore spending your best years being a wandering hobo (or high-powered career woman) is a sin.

In the New Testament, there are two categories for lifestyle. Permanent celibate or married. There is no advice for people who plan to eventually get married except for “get married soon.” (I once met a man with a PhD from a Baptist seminary in Biblical Studies with a focus on Singles Ministry, and I asked him how could that possibly be a thing; he actually grew up Lebanese Orthodox, if that’s relevant.) Nor is there a category for people who want to be single so they can live life on their own terms. It’s either “forever sexless so you can give 100% to God” (ie, proto-monasticim) or “producing the next generation of Christians”. This is one reason birth control is a sin, but that’s another post.

Furthermore, the entertainer lifestyle seeks out the affirmation of complete strangers. But the Christian should only be focused on the affirmation that comes from God. (This is why some church fathers say that laughter is a sin.) Telling jokes or playing an instrument is a good way to attract a wife, because God made women want to be entertained by men, but using it to hear a crowd scream is abusing the creativity God gave you.

Almost all entertainers had a terrible childhood and were neglected by their parents. Seeking out validation from people — strangers or friends — based on some kind of talent to make them feel good — like playing guitar — instead of your personality, wisdom or virtues is not a healthy way of dealing with emotional trauma. It is kicking the problem down the road and diverting the pressure into another stream. Christianity on the other hand seeks to heal the whole person. Done properly, it reveals root causes and offers solutions to move beyond the damage done.

As a listener, you tend to always be searching out the next great album. No matter how great an album is, after a few months of it you are bored. We are never satisfied with what we already have. I have so many albums I desperately wanted but only listened to a few times, if at all.

Another problem with popular music is the lyrical content. I don’t mean foul language and sex. I mean the unrealistic life portrayed that just doesn’t exist. Almost all music is about the emotional high of being in love. But that phase in a relationship only lasts a few months at the most. Actual love is tolerating someone for a lifetime and trying to seek out their best. The love of pop music however is about what the other person can do for us. It is romantic relationships at their most one-sided and narcissistic. It is pure fantasy, but unlike Harry Potter or Star Wars, it is so similar to reality that we are unable to distinguish between the lie and the truth.

This is especially bad with music of today. In the 60s we still had love songs. Today we have lust songs, porn songs, and infatuation songs, but we have no love songs, because we are no longer able to feel vulnerability with another human being. Popular music exacerbates this, contributing to a culture where we only view each other as commercial commodities. In our society, social skills are about how others annoy us but rarely about how we annoy others.

Elvis shaking his hips may have been mostly harmless, but the fundamentalists were correct about where it would lead. We fall in love with celebrities and use them as a filter for our real relationships. Every girl who is today 18 fell in love with Justin Bieber six years ago and look at every potential husband as a potential Bieber, whether they realize it or not. And they all want to be Ariana Grande.

The purpose in sex is procreation, not recreation. But popular music is purely about seduction. The singer wants the other for her looks or personality or some quality other than children. This is the normal way God made sexual attraction to work, but what is missing beyond the three minutes of the song is the next fifty years. It is a truncated story that offers the fun in sex without the responsibility. Whatever is an ideology’s highest virtue is what it will seek out by any means necessary; for our society, a life free from consequences is our highest virtue.

White brothers, procreate. Don’t recreate. The future of the Christian ideology depends on it. If you become a permanent celibate, then you are still obligated to spiritually procreate, ideally with more effect than had you physically procreated.


Storytime: Snow Yellow and the Seven Dwarves

Once upon a time in a far away German kingdom, there was a beautiful princess born to a powerful king. He named her Snow Yellow, since her mother was Chinese. The child was born out of wedlock, but the king had no other children, therefore making her the next heir to the throne. This greatly angered the queen, and she sought to kill the child and the mother.

The Chinese woman fled the castle into the forest. Soon she began to starve, for she lacked any survival skills. After three days of dying of heat exhaustion, seven dwarves passed nearby on their way home from the zinc mine. Their names were Stupid, Flap Jack, TweedleDee, TweedleDumb, Dipshit, Dingus, and Piggy.

“Oh Dwarves!” cried the woman. “Will you come help me? I am dying and have an infant.”

The seven dwarves saw her waving her arms and ran over to see the situation. The woman began to ask them for help but saw that they were deaf-mutes. She despaired of all hope and immediately died.

The seven dwarves signaled to each other that they should bury the woman and take the child home. So they buried the woman and took the child home. They raised the hapa baby as their own daughter. Growing up in such an all masculine environment, she naturally became a bulldyke who could swing a pick axe as well as any man.

In another far away German kingdom lived a handsome prince who heard that there was a lost princess of exotic extraction in the woods. He decided to find her and see if he could woo her favor. He followed the various rumors he heard in the taverns, taking many wrong turns, but at last he came to the little cottage in the woods, where the princess was outside chopping wood and chewing tobacco.

“Wha you want?” asked the princess in a slow, gruff voice.

“I have come to find the lost princess in the woods.”

“Yeah, I reckon that’d be me. Why you askin?”

The prince look shocked at this. She was not at all the little China doll he was expecting.

“Well, I was hoping to court her and perhaps take her hand in holy matrimony.”

“I hae to break it to yeh, but I swing the other way.”

“I’m sorry, my lady, but I don’t follow what you mean.”

“I prefer to have sex with women.”

The prince looked even more stunned.

“How is that even possible? Like, what do you, I mean, I just don’t see the mechanics.”

“Well I dint ever met another woman, but I guess we would figure something out when the time comes.”

“Well, either way, would you like to come back to the castle with me? Surely you don’t like living in this dreadful little cottage.”

“Yeah, that sounds alright. I ain’t doin nothin anyway.”

The gruff hapa woods(more or less)man climbed onto the back of the prince’s horse and together they rode off back toward his castle. In the city the princess saw all kinds of beautiful clothing and smelled delicious food like she had never encountered, for dwarves are notorious for bad taste. The bright colors and magnificent architecture was mesmerizing, and for the first time in her life she felt just a little bit more like a girl.

“I’d surely like to thank yeh for bringin me here. I don’t know what to say,” she told the Prince that evening before the ball.

“It is always a pleasure to help a lady. And you look just beautiful.”

She had put on a dress for the first time in her life. This comment of his made her blush, for no one had ever complimented her looks before. The dwarves had always cared about her, but no one had ever been truly kind and considerate towards her. Distracted at these new, unknown emotions, she put on the glass slipper more roughly than one should — for no one had ever shown her how to wear heels — and the force of her weight and woodsman strength broke the shoe. The glass cut her Achilles tendon and she bled out. The prince her her dying in her arms, and with one first and last kiss, he cured her of all her lesbianism before she died.

Instead of accomplishing all she can,
It is wiser for a girl to go to charm school.
For even if she is better than any man,
Only familial love can make her feel full.

Armchair Anthropology: Gatlinburg and the Culture of Caricature

I went to Gatlinburg Saturday just for the sake of going somewhere. As I was walking around, I got thinking about a great armchair anthropology piece with all kinds of witty jokes. I think Sevier County has more artwork of black bears than actual black bears. Something about how only on vacation would you want to buy a Betty Boop shotglass set or a print of Marilyn Monroe and Elvis playing poker. Nothing says trash culture like a five acre (year-round) Christmas village with a Denny’s. Bluegrass restaurant with brand new old wooden floors and rusted iron plumbing fixtures and mason jars for salt and pepper shakers where the waitresses are all “white Mexicans” speaking painfully broken English. Probably something about how I can’t imagine why anyone would be interested in mini golf just because it has an animatronic black bear drunk on fermented honey screaming at bees.

But when I got home, the inspiration was gone. Sorry. The muse isn’t speaking. You don’t get your gut-wrenching emotional tone piece about the feeling of lostness that secretly haunts us all.

What’s interesting is how much Gatlinburg hasn’t changed since I was last there almost a decade ago on my last church youth group trip the summer before college. Like, it has the exact same trinket shops selling the same kitschy junk you could buy anywhere. Or selling kitschy junk you would never buy except on vacation. Same bars and restaurants. Same three franchises of the same candy shop within a mile of each other. I get that Ripley’s has poured a lot of money into it, but how are the same bars and corndog stands and keychain shops still open? They added a Zaxby’s, so that’s an improvement. The above bluegrass restaurant is new, and it actually has really fantastic variations on eggs Benedict, even though I almost immediately threw up all over the sidewalk because the eclipse was still messing with my health five days later.

If the history of Appalachia is defined by isolation and poverty, then is Gatlinburg — or anywhere in Tennessee below its northern border counties — really representative of hillbilly culture? Poor people listen to Florida-Georgia Line and Big Sean, not Nickel Creek and Gene Clark. And really, most of Tennessee Appalachia is not these huge inhospitable cliffs like you get on the eastern sliver of the state. The Tennessee mountains are mostly ridges, valleys, and plateaus. There is often much higher elevation in Middle Tennessee than in East Tennessee (those are legal distinctions, almost like provinces within the state). The Cumberland Plateau in eastern Middle Tennessee is more of a Nevada than the ridge-and-valley region that makes up most of East Tennessee, even though obstensibly Middle Tennessee is defined as being merely hill country.

Tennessee is probably the most settled of the other south-of-Maryland states’ mountain regions. The irony of this isolation stereotype is that Middle and East Tennessee is where most of the state’s population is located. Aside from the Memphis area and Jackson, no city in West Tennessee has 20,000 people. There’s even a black majority rural county, Mississippi Delta style. But aside from an hour’s travel on the southern border, I’ve never been through West Tennessee and can’t imagine what it is like. Do they have actual farms? Is the part near Missouri still the south? Are there actual municipal buildings and village squares and highways, or is it like Nevada where the county seat is just an unincorporated census-designated area?

What people never seem to think about is that you could also divide Tennessee into thirds from north to south. The southern two thirds are far more populated than the northern third. I’ve hung around northern Middle Tennessee some. It’s a trip into the country. Southwest Tennessee is more built-up than north central in some places. Maybe it’s because the southern half of the state has more rivers, which create valleys and open up transportation. Northern Middle Tennessee is much more rugged than southern.

The Cumberland Gap lies around the Virginia-Kentucky-Tennessee border. It used to be a major highway. And there’s almost no one that lives there. Isn’t that weird? You would think it would have become a major city like Atlanta.

There’s something about Tennessee where cultures have become caricatures of what was once authentic and organic. Beale Street in Memphis was a disappointment (though they aren’t whistling Dixie about the ribs and catfish). And I don’t see how a major metropolitan area like Nashville could be at all associated with music from the country.

The only reason Chattanooga pretends to have a choo choo is because of that stupid song. Today the train station is a crappy Holiday Inn with a restaurant where the waiters sing at you. The locals just use it as a landmark, like “Hey there’s a new coffee shop three blocks down from the choo choo.” That is, the locals who actually go downtown.

I made this observation about caricature culture to a friend from high school. He said that’s the whole south. He might be right. And it’s been that way for a while. Lynyrd Skynyrd was fake southern. I don’t believe a word Ronnie Van Zant says. He reminds me — particularly in the song “I’m a Country Boy” — of the passage in Johnny Cash’s second autobiography where Cash says that people today sing about picking cotton and you can tell they are lying.

Aside from two-faced niceness and a libertarian conservativism, is there such a thing as a real south? Southern pride seems to be merely a reaction to northern snark. Then again, we never got the waves of immigration the rest of the country did, so we are a different ethnicity. Our ancestors were settlers, not immigrants. Maybe it’s just a deep subtlety. I really wish northerners would quit moving here and voting Democrat after ruining New Jersey and Massachusetts with the exact same politics.

One thing that has changed about Gatlinburg is the mass of (legal) moonshine distilleries and wineries in Sevier County. I guess the county loosened some laws. And of course it’s moonshine, because everything in Gatlinburg is a parody of its own history. I can’t blame them though. A propped-up economy based on tourism is probably much better than the sparse corn and tobacco farming I’m told it used to have. Granted, it’s probably all minimum wage retail jobs, so maybe nothing has changed. That’s probably the reason why moonshine was such an Appalachian thing, because it was an easy way to make money. It’s the equivalent of blacks selling crack in the hood because that pays better than KFC.

Southern Appalachia (I’m including West Virginia and Kentucky) is like Mississippi without the black people. There’s a reason all popular music is a combination of Appalachian bluegrass and Mississippi Delta blues. Both have essentially the same history and the same social structure. This lack of agency where people don’t even both planning for the future. Wealthy outsiders buying up the natural resources. A total lack of factories or industry.

And it’s not just the Mississippi Delta. I went through Hot Coffee, Mississippi, about an hour south of Jackson. There’s a sign that says you are about to enter downtown Hot Coffee. And it’s two stores. One of them is an average-sized gas station with every available space crammed with clothes and frozen foods and other things the rest of America buys at Walmart. It’s not too far from Crystal Springs, where Robert Johnson is from.

Most of Mississippi is under-developed and extremely rural. If you enforced building codes half the state would be homeless, but the Delta is still the most third world. Whole towns of just twenty houses, and if they’re lucky there’s a convenience station nearby. Imagine having to drive an hour to go to the grocery store. At least Hot Coffee is near a major highway.

If your car broke down in the Delta, you wouldn’t have any cell service and the three cars that pass you in an hour aren’t going to pick up a hitch-hiker, so you would have to just pick a direction and start walking along the highway, hoping that you don’t get mugged and that there’s a small city before sunset. Keep in mind that there are a lot of legends about the Devil making deals with people in the Delta (most famously Robert Johnson), given that at the end of the year before the planting season in January on cloudy overcast days the landscape is spooky as hell. I’m a big believer that the external appearance of a place reflects the social, economic and occasionally supernatural realities, so I can’t guarantee you that the Delta isn’t haunted in some degree. I realize I make Mississippi sound like Kansas, so just imagine the Delta as Stull Cemetery lasting for almost 200 miles.

Anyway, Gatlinburg. If nothing else, it has a lot of really neat architecture, and not in a post modern New York values vomit way. The air feels great in the morning (I arrived at 6am and beat the traffic, because my sleep schedule is all messed up). There’s a legendary bypass that lets you skip over Pigeon Forge, but no one has ever found it. Fantastic, if somewhat fake, southern food (real southern food is cooked in a crock pot, and no one knows anymore how to make fried chicken or biscuits or coconut cake). Homemade candy and jams to give as Christmas gifts, because realistically that blackberry jalapeño jam will sit in the back of your fridge until it turns to mold. Top notch aquarium. And they’re building a Margaritaville.

I’ve always found trash culture interesting. You learn the most about a civilization by its literature, but where the people spend their money and time is a good runner-up. People force themselves to “get into” Mozart and Shakespeare, but college football and Marilyn Monroe and retarded t-shirts about how beer is better than a woman grab people by the throat.

I Wouldn’t Have Been a Southern Democrat

I realize that Lincoln was the first Obama and that reconstruction was terrible (even though I’ve found it’s very hard to find specific examples). I realize the second wave Klan was more of an anti-Catholic pyramid scheme than a white power MS-13. I even think a lot of the Jim Crow laws were a necessary evil, given that I’ve lived in black-majority Jackson, Mississippi for a year and a half during my ROK days and saw just what black power looks like. I will even admit that some of FDR’s farming programs were really good for impoverished families like Johnny Cash’s.

All of that being said, I’m embarrassed that the south supported FDR and Carter and wavered on Nixon (contrary to the southern strategy myth). It wasn’t until Reagan that the south went hardline Republican, partly because that’s when evangelical Christians became interested in politics, and even then Bill Clinton did very decent in the south. The last three Democrat presidents before Obama were all southerners. It’s terrible.

The conservative-liberal spectrum didn’t really exist until the 1960s, so it’s hard to understand what the difference between Republicans and Democrats were. Nixon and Kennedy in the 1960 race were very similar to each other, Eisenhower didn’t have a political party until he decided to run, and Teddy Roosevelt (a god among men) could have fit into either party and eventually left the Republicans to form his own Bull Moose party.

It’s important to realize that often our individual views of history are somewhat skewed, often because the information available is very difficult to cipher through and doesn’t answer the questions we have. So as I understand it, this is how the Republicans and Democrats were for the first three-quarters of the last century and perhaps a little before: Basically the same as they are today.

The Democrats were a big tent party that had a lot of groups that had nothing in common. Back then it was racists and beatniks. Today it’s transgenders and blacks. Like today, they got Robin Hood votes by giving people free stuff in the name of compassion. Like today, they tried to strong-arm the economy to do what they wanted. Like today, they tried to restructure society and engineer race relations.

The Republicans weren’t quit libertarian, but they generally supported a hands-off approach. They generally didn’t do racial pandering. They thought the economy should be allowed to fix itself, even if a few presidents like Teddy Roosevelt and Bush Jr did otherwise. They tended to support law-and-order and letting society go on its natural flow.

Some people don’t understand how the Democrats used to be so racist and now are so … well, racist, but nominally oppose racism as its key policy platform. But it’s very simple.

Secularism has to explain humanity somehow. Are we who we are based upon how society makes us or by genetics? Today almost all of liberalism supports the nurture argument, but in the early 20th century, the trendy thinkers leaned very much in favor of genetics. Alabama may be backwards and deplorable, but as far as I know the state government never forcibly castrated anyone. You would be surprised the liberal states and countries who have disturbing eugenics experiments within the last few decades. (Yes, I realize North Carolina had several of those programs, but that’s the black sheep state in the south.)

Whether they choose nature or nurture, progressives are always trying to rewire society to create the perfect utopia.

A lot of early feminist heroes said some horrible things about black people. The idea of being not racist is only about a hundred years old. The old southern confederacy was racist because it was the 1800s and everyone everywhere ever was racist. The idea of not assuming certain things about a person when you meet them based upon their skin color was as literally unthinkable as the idea that most Muslims are pacifist feminists who follow the golden rule.

And yes, I realize William Jennings Bryan was a Democrat and a leading voice in fundamentalist Christianity. Remember that prohibition was a coalition of fundamentalist Christians and feminists. Moral preening isn’t unique to the secular leftwing.

The south was poor, and a lot of people were old enough to remember Lincoln and friends. Oddly the south has always been mostly anti-union, which is an otherwise strongly Democrat position. Again, it’s hard to understand the two parties without the liberal-conservative dichotomy, but I think what turned the south against the Democratic Party so much was abortion. I have met almost no one who thinks blacks should be forced to stay in certain parts of town, but even the liberal atheists I know are at least somewhat uncomfortable about abortion. This isn’t like New York where women openly brag about abortion and VD on Twitter.

My grandmother is a lifelong loyal Democrat and probably the only person in the country who genuinely wanted Hillary Clinton for president. She said there were a lot of hippies in Atlanta in the 1960s and that they were less like John Lennon and more like unwashed homeless people. She loved the early Beatles but hated them when they started playing decent music. So as much of a Democrat as she was, she still thought the counter-culture was terrible (despite her personal free love). It was kind of a weird schizophrenia in the Democratic Party, which by some miracle they managed to weave together into one seemingly cohesive ideology.

My grandfather on the same side of the family was also a lifelong Democrat who said Republicans were “narrow minded”. In 2008 he got drunk and told family members he wouldn’t vote for Obama because he didn’t want a black man in office. Unfortunately he died a few years before Trump came along, because it would have been very interesting to see how my grandfather would have viewed Trump.

Why did New York and California used to be strongly Republican? I have a theory. With the cultural shift in the 50s and 60s, California and New York became the trendy place for social progressives to migrate to. A lot of people left their boring midwestern towns to find free love in the big city. And even Staten Island and Orange County still usually vote Republican.

In the recent movie The Founder, about the origins of McDonald’s, there’s an interesting scene where Ray Kroc calls Dick McDonald a beatnik, and Dick yells, “I’ll have you know that I’m a card-carrying Republican!” I was surprised they put that line in, but I was very glad because it does a lot to set the movie in its time period. Dick McDonald is the good guy in the film. He’s kind of grumpy and austere, but he’s good to his employees and works hard to build a business from the ground up. And he is totally repulsed by the idea of voting Democrat, despite living in southern California. He doesn’t say that he’s merely a conservative but that he’s an outright Republican.

Why did big cities without a strong counter-culture like Chicago, Philadelphia, and Detroit go so heavily Democrat? I’m not sure, but I have a theory. For one thing, a lot of blacks moved to large cities because of the factory jobs. These jobs created a union work culture, which of course goes well with the Democrats’ idea of a manufactured economy. Those cities also have a lot of Catholics, who tend to vote wherever the political center is. And I suppose when you have a lot of people living in a city, then you need tighter government control. But that’s just my guess.

Anyway, post-1800s, I wouldn’t have been a southern Democrat. I would have been a Herbert Hoover Republican. While I may have benefited from the New Deal, I still wouldn’t have supported FDR. I would have seen him for the dishonest communist he was. I wouldn’t have gone for Bryan’s fundamentalism. I wouldn’t have let Kennedy’s good looks or Carter’s genteel nature or Bill Clinton’s bad saxophone playing seduce me.

Can We All Shut Up About Charlottesville?

A couple points first. If you want really great commentary on Charlottesville, go listen to Davis Aurini’s podcasts with Forney and Bechtloff. This blog is just my thoughts on things as they come. Aurini and friends are much better at explaining what went wrong. They’ll also give you the emotional rise you want.

Second, I realize my last post about Youtube and the fourth reich was weirdly out of place. I wrote that a few weeks back and kept delaying it on the schedule because of the recent events. Personally, I don’t follow any identity like white nationalist. I’m just pointing out the hypocrisy of those who do. The trouble with terms like white nationalist is that they are inherently vague, so I don’t want to define myself by ambiguity.


It has been two full weekends since Charlottesville. Time to move on and return to regular life. No more memes about how racists are evil or how liberals are unfair or how Romney is desperately clinging to relevancy. No more acting like massive street battles over nationalism and globalism pre-planned months in advance and thinly veiled as a statue removal protest are a normal occurrence.

No more Charlottesville posts from people on Facebook who were promoting how important​ Unite the Right was up until it happened and now are talking about how badly planned it was. No more acting shocked and outraged that an event headlining people who carry discord and chaos within their own ranks everywhere they go like Richard Spencer, Baked Alaska, and Mike Enoch actually was full of discord and chaos even within their own ranks. And no more getting angry at people like Spencer or antifa or Rubio for acting like how you would expect them to act.

We’ve needed this week and a half to process what happened and form our opinions​ on it. At this point it doesn’t do any good to continue over-analyzing it.

Trump isn’t about to be impeached. The white race isn’t going to go extinct. Black people will not be hunted down in the streets by Nazis. We will all be okay.

Youtube Might Not Usher in the Fourth Reich After All

There are a variety of reasons I’m not alt right, but probably the biggest is the hypocrisy of the people in it. It seems like … probably none … of the main alt right voices have any kids. I realize this is a crazy idea, but if you want to propagate the white race, making a youtube channel doesn’t actually do anything.

“But we’re raising awareness!”

No you’re not.

Everyone and their kid brother knows that we’ll be wiped off the map if the blacks and the browns ever get the majority. Everyone knows that (whites’) racism is considered the absolute worst sin in our society. While, sure, there are many advantages that whites enjoy over other races, ethic pride is not one of those. Racist jokes are funny for the same reason rape jokes are funny: because we aren’t allowed to say them. We all know it’s unfair that we have to police our speech, even if about half of us pretend not to notice. Everyone knows about diversity hires and college admissions and minority scholarships and that those almost never benefit white people.

None of that is anything new. If you don’t see it, then a snarky youtube video about how hypocritical feminists are isn’t going to change your mind.

If you don’t have at least four kids or are in the process of trying to produce at least four kids (ideally without government money), then you cannot call yourself a white nationalist. You can’t bang your way through the night clubs of whatever soulless concrete jungle you live in and then complain about how you can’t find a good wife.

And if you go overseas, especially to the former communist block, then you even have less excuse. I’ll believe you are committed to the cause when you at least put a ring on a girl’s finger.

“But the Church is full of unmarried people who enlighten others!”

Yeah and they don’t take birth control like it’s the eucharist. Religious celibacy, if it’s even relevant to any of this, is about denying yourself. You’re doing the polar opposite.

Look, if you believe that there are no good women left (and I can’t blame you) and you want to spend your life doing the male equivalent of Eat Pray Love, go right ahead. But you can’t call yourself a white nationalist. Words actually do have meanings. These aren’t just labels to wear like a fashion statement. Regurgitating Milo’s talking points on youtube isn’t going to do jack shit except get you some attention from strangers on the internet.

And quit talking about how much you love anal. You know that doesn’t make babies, right?

White people, procreate. Don’t recreate. If you want to propagate the white race, get off youtube and have a dozen children.

The Real Lessons From Nathan Bedford Forrest

It’s often said that General Nathan Bedford Forrest founded the Ku Klux Klan. This is true. He was also a slave trader in his early life. Basically Hitler, right?

What’s not taught is that he founded the Klan as a kind of philosophy club and then worked with the government to disband the Klan once they turned violent. Forrest spent his last years working on improving race relations. His last public appearance was in 1875 at a speech he gave to a group of black people working for peaceful race relations, during which a black woman gave him a bouquet of flowers.

“Ladies and Gentlemen I accept the flowers as a memento of reconciliation between the white and colored races of the southern states. I accept it more particularly as it comes from a colored lady, for if there is any one on God’s earth who loves the ladies I believe it is myself. (Immense applause and laughter.) This day is a day that is proud to me, having occupied the position that I did for the past twelve years, and been misunderstood by your race. This is the first opportunity I have had during that time to say that I am your friend. I am here a representative of the southern people, one more slandered and maligned than any man in the nation.
I will say to you and to the colored race that men who bore arms and followed the flag of the Confederacy are, with very few exceptions, your friends. I have an opportunity of saying what I have always felt – that I am your friend, for my interests are your interests, and your interests are my interests. We were born on the same soil, breathe the same air, and live in the same land. Why, then, can we not live as brothers? I will say that when the war broke out I felt it my duty to stand by my people. When the time came I did the best I could, and I don’t believe I flickered. I came here with the jeers of some white people, who think that I am doing wrong. I believe that I can exert some influence, and do much to assist the people in strengthening fraternal relations, and shall do all in my power to bring about peace. It has always been my motto to elevate every man- to depress none. (Applause.) I want to elevate you to take positions in law offices, in stores, on farms, and wherever you are capable of going.
I have not said anything about politics today. I don’t propose to say anything about politics. You have a right to elect whom you please; vote for the man you think best, and I think, when that is done, that you and I are freemen. Do as you consider right and honest in electing men for office. I did not come here to make you a long speech, although invited to do so by you. I am not much of a speaker, and my business prevented me from preparing myself. I came to meet you as friends, and welcome you to the white people. I want you to come nearer to us. When I can serve you I will do so. We have but one flag, one country; let us stand together. We may differ in color, but not in sentiment. Use your best judgment in selecting men for office and vote as you think right.
Many things have been said about me which are wrong, and which white and black persons here, who stood by me through the war, can contradict. I have been in the heat of battle when colored men, asked me to protect them. I have placed myself between them and the bullets of my men, and told them they should be kept unharmed. Go to work, be industrious, live honestly and act truly, and when you are oppressed I’ll come to your relief. I thank you, ladies and gentlemen, for this opportunity you have afforded me to be with you, and to assure you that I am with you in heart and in hand.” (Prolonged applause.)”

He was strongly criticized by other whites for giving this speech.

He also had offered his services to General Sherman for the war with Spain in 1873, despite the latter’s scorched earth rape (literal and metaphorical) of the deep south.

This is not a man full of pride and bitterness, even with his major financial problems after the war. Forrest sought to make the world a better place and in different ways at different times of his life. His life is an example of how people can change and grow and take responsibility for their actions. He didn’t just sit around stewing at his losses. Forrest was a proactive force in the world who was never satisfied with “good enough.”

His early life was marked by gambling and dueling and slave trading, but he showed that you don’t have to be defined by your past. It’s never too late to do good.

And as a military commander, he showed the power of will and raw intelligence, being one of the most genius tacticians this country has ever seen despite enlisting as a private with no formal military education.

But you don’t hear any of that. History is taught like a comic book with clear heroes and villains. In reality, history is full of mixed motivations and nuances. People can do wrong for the right reasons and do right for the wrong reasons. But instead today it’s just assumed that blacks can do no wrong and southern whites can do no right.

Forrest, if anything, should be an example of how to overcome racism (whatever that word even means) and how both sides in a conflict have a responsibility to forgive instead of perpetuate a bitter Marxist class struggle for the next two centuries. He did his best, for better or worse, to make America great again. His story is a story of personal responsibility and introspection, the two ideas Democrat voters hate the most.