Why I’m not an American

 

I haven’t been feeling too “American” lately. Let me explain why. I was born in 1951, only six short years after America completed the task of making half of Europe and much of the world safe for Communism. Since that time, some 64 years, America has continued to clear the path for that alien ideology by becoming the biggest and most influential promoter of Political Correctness, or what ought to be called Cultural Marxism. This is not my ancestors’ country.

The American Empire, which destroyed my South over the course of a century (the 1860s to the 1960s), has moved on to destroying bigger things–the rest of the world. Now, I’m very much aware that many of you will say, “But America has always been a force for good in the world, defeating tyranny and spreading democracy everywhere!” But reality tells a different story.

America stands for the projection of raw power for its own benefit. It does not propagate the Christian gospel nor does it seek to preserve traditional nations and cultures, especially those of the white Western world that used to be known proudly as Christendom. No, America is a destroyer of true nations and traditions, all in the name of “progress.”

American is, in reality, a huge experiment in Enlightenment liberalism gone completely haywire.

As a traditional Christian Southerner, I want no part of “America.” I’m not talking about a particular piece of land in the western hemisphere; rather, I am talking about an idea, a proposition, a regime, a way of life. I am a Southerner, an old-fashioned Christian. The status of “American” is my antithesis.

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