The Future

 

 

"For every Southern boy fourteen years old, not once but whenever he wants it is the instant when it is still not yet two o'clock on that July afternoon in 1863, the brigades are in position behind the rail fence, the guns are laid and ready in the woods and the furled flags are already loosened to break out and Pickett himself with his long oiled ringlets and his hat in one hand and his sword in the other looking up the hill waiting for Longstreet to give the word and it's all in the balance, it hasn't happened yet, it hasn't even begun yet, it not only hasn't begun yet but there is still time for it not to begin against that position and those circumstances which made more men than Garnett and Kemper and Armstead and Wilcox look grave yet it's going to begin, we all know that, we have come too far with too much at stake and that moment doesn't need even a fourteen year old boy to think this time. 

Maybe this time with all this much to lose and all this much to gain: Pennsylvania, Maryland, the world, the golden dome of Washington itself to crown with desperate and unbelievable victory the desperate gamble, the cast made two years ago......"

William Faulkner

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Some have great difficulty in accepting the awesome, absolute finality of death.  Mostly they understand it's a natural conclusion to life, but emotionally, it's not what they 'want', so they begrudge the loss.  I think most people grieve over their own failings in their duty or responsibilities to the deceased, more so than the actual loss of Grannie.  A few never accept the fact, and try to keep alive the memory of the one departed in some way.

As it is with individuals, so it is with nations, states, tribes, institutions made by man, for man's purposes.  But Empires fall, states fail, societies collapse.  Life is finite, whether mine or that of the nation.  I will be forgotten in two weeks; The Confederacy is mourned yet,  but not much longer; ignorance will excise the glorious memory of that manful effort for independence.  I mourn the death of he Roman Catholic tradition and faith.  I suppose the lesson is that Ignorance Wins. Kind of negative, that.  I will say that Jefferson Davis prophesied that the military defeat of his cause, solved nothing, that the problem will re-emerge in the future.

In the case of the Church, we have Christ's Word that He will be with us to the end, and hell shall not prevail against it  So there's that.

So much for the introduction.

I am here this morning, to utter a black truth.  The Republic died a long time ago, in 1865.  The Corporate Nation known as the United States has finally expired this past year, in 2020.  A long slow decline, a cancer, finally brought low the noblest experiment of history.  It saddens me no end, to speak so, in this Eastertide, there is no resurrection of this corpse.  No saving that body, born of blood, baptized in blood, and confirmed in blood, some of it mine. 

A reincarnation has occurred, however in which a new body is raised.  New only to this continent, as we see the spectre of the old Communist totalitarianism rear its ugly visage amongst the palms of California and the pines of New England.  Indeed, the cancer metastasized clear down to Virginia.  No Heroic Measures will restore what was, in that vessel of corruption.

So, our future . . .

I believe that only separation and segregation will save the Ideal, that was America.  Separate and segregate from the old body entire and form anew, in the States least infected, a new structure, based firmly on the original principles, but with the lessons learned from the failures of our fathers.

To paraphrase Abraham Lincoln, "When government no longer suits the interests of the people, it is THEIR RIGHT AND DUTY,  to replace it with one more fitted to their purpose."  Sorry I am unable to quote with 100% exactitude. Age, y'know.

I leave the subject here, for your thoughts, consideration and comments.

~~ 4Branch