Saturday, December 11, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
"We Still Retreat Again And Again"
"We reflect in the comfort of warm, peaceful homes
That history's trails loop back on themselves
TV and newspapers debate the same topics
Contained in the pages on dusty bookshelves
The words like “empire”, “democracy”, “dire”
Have sounded thus even back in the day
When forefathers went to fight fire with fire
Their stiff armored ranks keeping neighbors at bay
At least we can savor our own Pax Romana
That legions enforce at no small cost
Watching with pride the victorious Triumphs
Forgetting of liberties recently lost
We promise ourselves that all will be well
Times have changed since 1848
Authoritarian hordes will retreat
Defeated by HTML barricades
Yet we know that sword stops the eloquent pen
Cannon censors the writers dead
And in pawn to the King's – or the President's men
We lie meekly in self-made beds
Some say: “Times have changed from the bad old days”
They may even believe those words
But we know the future is almost ablaze
With more encompassing wars
Girdling loins with arms in dead of the night
To stem fright and the enemy twain
Ready to flight by the first morning light
We still retreat again and again
While thugs we elect harm in our names
We like ourselves all the same
We vote with ballots instead of blades
Playing meekly the same fixed game"
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
"We Lie Meekly In Self-Made Beds"
07-11-2006
"We reflect in the comfort of warm, peaceful homes
TV and newspapers debate the same topics
Contained in the pages on dusty bookshelves
The words like “empire”, “democracy”, “dire”
Have sounded thus even back in the day
When forefathers went to fight fire with fire
Their stiff armored ranks keeping neighbors at bay
At least we can savor our own Pax Romana
That legions enforce at no small cost
Watching with pride the victorious Triumphs
Forgetting of liberties recently lost
We promise ourselves that all will be well
Times have changed since 1848
Authoritarian hordes will retreat
Defeated by HTML barricades
Yet we know that sword stops the eloquent pen
Cannon censors the writers dead
And in pawn to the King's – or the President's men
We lie meekly in self-made beds
Some say: “Times have changed from the bad old days”
They may even believe those words
But we know the future is almost ablaze
With more encompassing wars
Girdling loins with arms in dead of the night
To stem fright and the enemy twain
Ready to flight by the first morning light
We still retreat again and again
While thugs we elect harm in our names
We like ourselves all the same
We vote with ballots instead of blades
Playing meekly the same fixed game."
Monday, September 13, 2010
Build Anew On A Smaller Scale, Restoration Futile
"......this theory of imperial decline actually indicates that there is no point even attempting to restrict immigration at this late stage because the imperial culture of America has already been fatally diluted and is now well into the final stage of decadence......it is already too late."
Friday, July 23, 2010
The Day Has Arrived
LEAGUE OF THE SOUTH STATEMENT
23 July 2010
Ten years ago, The League of the South issued the following Declaration of Southern Cultural Independence. Standing on the steps of the Alabama State Capitol in Montgomery, the leadership of the League understood that the day must come in which the South would be politically free so she could preserve her sublime cultural inheritance and all that stems from it. That day has arrived. The South can no longer abide in an empire hostile to her very existence as a distinct and living entity. On this day, 23 July 2010, we, The League of the South, call upon our Southern brothers and sisters to rise and shake off the chains—both figurative and literal—that have for too long bound us in thrall to an empire of deceit and tyranny. The empire cannot survive amongst us if we ourselves do not provide it with hands and feet, eyes and ears. Moreover, it cannot continue to exist if we decline to acknowledge its legitimacy and therefore withdraw our consent from it. Lastly, it cannot keep us in bondage if we refuse to fear it.
As you read and ponder the words below, consider whether our Southern homeland is worth your sacrifice of “blood, treasure, and sacred honor.” If it is, we invite you to join our ranks and fight for her survival and prosperity against the forces of darkness that threaten to envelope her.
Michael Hill
Killen, Alabama