Yuck! Once again that horrible day. So here below is my vexillological two-fingered salute to everything this dies horribilis means. I AM NOT an American. By birth, I am a Dixielander, and by cultural sympathy, I am British, as were most of my ancestors. Indeed, my true sensibilities are those of a high-Victorian gentleman of the 1890s—la Belle Époque—that fair time before the world went to Hell. And by religion, I am an adherent of the only true one in the world: orthodox Roman Catholicism: we assist at the Latin Mass exclusively; we believe in absolute Catholic monarchy as Gods own divinely ordained government, being the best such system weve ever had, and we stridently oppose moronic, money-worshipping Masonry and all republicanism for the irredeemable evils they are; and we embrace the concomitant cultural patrimony of Holy Mother Church. Thus I am indeed not an American, and only an idiot would ever think me so. I am far too intelligent to be mistaken for that, and my grasp of history is far too good. And my taste is unimpeachable. At Yorktown, our misguided French friends may have secured that evil thing known as American independence, but by Christ, we came back and kicked Americas richly deserving arse in the War of 1812 and burnt down that miserable Masonic capital—hahahaha! And for most of the War Between the States, we kept the most dangerous army on earth at bay for four long years, despite being outmanned, outmaterialled, outmoneyed and out-Masoned (God, I hate those bastards! Cant you tell?). Next year in Canada! God bless Robert E. Lee, and God save the Queen!
Posted on: Fri, 04 Jul 2014 05:33:40 +0000
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