January 7, 2021 Friends, My
friend Frank Powell titles this item (below) correctly: "Sell Out," and
it is perhaps just the mildest epithet I can use to describe the
loathsome politico, Senator Richard Burr of North Carolina. He and most
of the Southern Republicans like him have always been our enemies,
despite their pious protestations to the contrary. It is time to turn
Ronald Reagan's picture face to the wall, and re-assert our Southern
identity, which hangs now by a slender thread...thanks to leaders such
as Richard Burr, Thom Tillis, Lindsay Graham, and other Southern
Republicans. Burr's treason, his formal adhesion to the
managerial Deep State caravan that now seems poised to gain complete
control, is emblematic of what has happened everywhere and a vision of
the real face of these Scalawags, who have never really been our
defenders. With a certain finality we have crossed the Rubicon.
That memorable and historic image comes from a classic of Roman
literature, recounted famously by Marcus Lucan in his history of the
Roman civil wars, The Pharsalia. Remember the quote from it used in the
film, GODS AND GENERALS. Recalling Julius Caesar's momentous decision
to violate the laws of the republic which had ceased to be applicable,
and cross the sacred river, the Rubicon, against the decadent Roman
state, Lucan has his character say: "Here I abandoned peace and
desecrated law; fortune it is you I follow. Farewell to treaties. From
now on war is our judge! Hail Caesar! We who are about to die salute
you!" We are there...as Southerners, as defenders of what is
left of our defecated Constitution, a small remnant. The old and dying
American nation in large part can no longer hold our allegiances, for
its institutions have been corrupted nearly beyond repair, subverted and
infected. They no longer seem reparable. As the poet William Butler
Yeats said 101 years ago, after the conclusion of the First World War, Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. It
is time in earnest for the citizens of each state to re-assert our
original independence, to separate from the decaying carcass, and to
formally resist the cancerous contagion that threatens to devour us.
Yes, the task appears hopeless, almost impossible, and we will be
ridiculed for attempting it. But the alternative is a slow, miserable
and dishonourable death and our disappearance from history, unmourned
and scorned by our posterity. Long Live Free North Carolina! Long Live the Free States of America! Sic semper tyrannus! Boyd Cathey
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