“In those days there was no king in Israel: but everyone did that which seemed right to himself.” (Judges 21:25) As it was in ancient Israel, so it is now in 21st century America. Amongst the youngest cohort of Millennials, 36% are now religiously unaffiliated (twice as many “nones” as the Baby Boomer generation). Those of us within the large ideological umbrella known as the “Alt-Right,” “New Right,” or simply “Traditionalism,” which is growing rapidly in the West, are aware that most of these people are not actually “nones.” All too often they’re in fact subconscious or ardent believers in the myths and rituals of the religion known as Cultural Marxism. If this growing tide were not enough to dishearten the patriot, many churches and church leaders have adopted the tenets of Cultural Marxism[1. Unlike Marxism which primarily focuses on economic inequalities and economic classes, Cultural Marxism sees culture as a main cause for many different kinds of inequalities:
- Race (Whites/non-Whites)
- Culture (Western/non-Western)
- Family (nuclear family/non-nuclear family)
- Religion (Christianity/atheism and religious minorities)
- Gender (men/women)
- Sexual orientation (heterosexual/LGBT)]
as part of their teaching. A black pill indeed. Excepting these openly heretical and subversive churches (let the dead bury their own dead), we loyal men and women of the West must stand our ground. Christians concerned for the fate of their people should avoid the very real temptation of dropping out of their local communities and church bodies. An action that abandons and cuts ourselves off from our less spirited fellows, leaving them to agents of Cultural Marxism, reinforces the conditions of anomie rampant throughout the West and most critically divides our dwindling and increasingly meager forces.
Supreme excellence consists of breaking the enemy’s resistance without fighting.
Not everyone is a leader. Those of us who realize there are innate differences between peoples and individuals know this even more than those who believe anyone can be anything if they are just given the chance. Most people simply do not want to rock the boat or stand out from their peers in a way that could be perceived as negative. Those of us willing to discuss, let alone challenge, the sacred cows of our age tend to be a little more rambunctious. This can range the gamut from an intense loyalty to the truth and to idealism (or even just a more innate sense of clannishness), to the perhaps more childlike trait of simply not caring or being aware of social cues and pressures. Successful reforms and revolutions are built largely by the labors and sacrifices of such people. The unsung heroes of these successful movements, whether they be reforms or revolutions, are the masses of people who, once given permission and courage by a leader or group of leaders, surge forward as the spear shaft that drives the point home.
Witness Trump. Who of us seriously thought that, before Trump, a political leader could rise in contemporary America and say and support the things that Trump did? Not only that, but then be called the many slurs that are supposed to make all socially-minded White people quake at night? Yet he gave Americans permission to voice their discomfort at mass immigration, Muslim refugees, and illegals crossing our southern border unmolested.
That is our role in our local communities and churches. Get involved and be a presence. If peoples such as us abandon the walls, trenches, and barricades of our conservative churches in America and throughout the Occident, they will surely fall, and supply us an opportunity to groan and say, “I knew they would cuck eventually.” We cannot afford our enemies the easy, resistance-less victory over us that the military philosopher Sun Tzu spoke of – especially not in the church, possibly the last contested institution in America besides the Republican Party, thanks to Trump. We are massively outgunned in the cultural conflict at this stage, but the internet and increasing polarization stoked by recent events provide an opportunity that has not been seen in decades or more for a massive counterstrike in the culture war. The number of people I meet now who are “normies” and yet willing to hear out, or even agree with, ideas that would have been unthinkable five years ago is astounding. Plenty of people in conservative churches are the same. By not bowing the knee on issues such as abortion, homosexuality, transgenderism, and now Trump, these congregants have successfully been called every name in the book. They are on our side, whether they yet realize it or not, as the enemy clearly does. If we abandon them, we cut ourselves off from a place to build relationships, earn respect, and deserve influence. Truth is on our side. The harvest is plenty, but the workers few.
A Lion used to prowl about a field in which Four Oxen used to dwell. Many a time he tried to attack them; but whenever he came near they turned their tails to one another, so that whichever way he approached them he was met by the horns of one of them. At last, however, they fell a-quarrelling among themselves, and each went off to pasture alone in a separate corner of the field. Then the Lion attacked them one by one and soon made an end of all four.
The sad part, I’d venture, is that at least one or two out of the four oxen were right and had a good point on the issue he decided to quarrel with his fellows about. Possibly even all four had a valid point. Perhaps these issues were of greater or lesser import. Possibly it even had to do with the plight of oxen in the face of the prowling lion. Their greatest fault: a lack of unity. Too many chiefs and too few Indians amongst the oxen, and they all tasted the same in the end, whatever their ideas were. United we might stand, but divided we will fall. This is true now more than ever. We are simply no longer a hegemonic power in this country. In the occupied cities and coasts we are openly reviled, and our scheduled demise and diminishing influence are celebrated.
Look at it one other way. Imagine a desperate conflict where everything is on the line, the very existence of a language, religion, and sovereignty of a people. Examples abound. The conflict begins to take a turn for the worst. Vast amounts of territory have been lost, as well as casualties and even defections to the enemy for promised wealth that are too many to keep track of. The commanding officers are visibly shaken from so many lost battles, and many are unwilling to even attempt to recover lost ground or strategic towns and resources. Men begin to grumble, enlisted and junior officers alike. Some decide the conflict is a lost cause and head home to be with their families, perhaps even try to hole up somewhere in the deep forest or mountains. Others decide they know better, and will wage war on the enemy themselves. If they’re charismatic and respected, maybe with a few comrades or even whole squadrons. They abandon their platoons, companies, and battalions and go off to fight uncoordinated and isolated guerrilla warfare. Of the men who are left with their officers, many aren’t the most passionate about the war to begin with, some just were too afraid to go rogue, and others lack energy and spirit.
What had been a semi-orderly rear guard defense and retreat, waiting for the opportune moment to strike back, became a vicious rout and slaughter. Even defensive positions with walls and trenches were overrun for lack of the best men, which decreases morale for those remaining. What of the deserters? Almost all of them made it back to their families, if they had them. Half of them let the war and their comrades recede from their mind but, however, didn’t lift a finger to prepare themselves or their homes. They were swept away and made slaves or killed in the chaos of the invading army. The other half kept the conflict burning in their mind and never tired. Besides their families, they spoke to anyone willing to listen of the impending disaster and made places of refuge in the wilds. Of these, many survived initially. For sport and entertainment, though, the enemy would send out raiding parties to search high and low. It got to the point where even regular people, who were simply bored, would go into the wilderness looking for these families no matter how much they tried to mind their own business, keep quiet, and raise their kids in peace. Within a few years, only the slightest few had not been captured and made an example of in case any of the townsfolk thought of rebelling. Of these few their kids grew up without any peers, let alone suitable persons to marry, and had to make their way back to the towns before even a generation had passed, or else continue living in isolation.
The lone wolves and merry bands of resistance fighters? They achieved many great victories. The enemy did not expect them nor know how to deal with them at first. Once the enemy realized they had a new opponent, they pursued more vigilantly and fell into even more traps. Songs and stories were secretly shared amongst the defeated people of these heroes, who continued to harry the enemy long after the main army was defeated. Their victories were never substantial, though, and they had no supply chain or territory that they controlled with which they could raise the next generation in the way of their people. Slowly they were killed off or became disillusioned or just too old.
Our churches are one of our last pieces of territory that we contest, or in some cases, although small, we even control. From this strong place we can share our ideas – and wake others to the true magnitude of the spiritual war that many of them know they are waging. These are the places we raise our children, where they have peers of their folk who think and believe like them, the place that we hope they will be able to find their future husband or wife. It is a time for digging the trenches deeper, shoring up the walls, and passing out arrows in the form of red pills and dank memes to our unarmed or lightly armed comrades. We can renew our kinsmen’s spirits with our bold and truthful talk, and give them a new purpose and understanding of the conflict that they are in.
Frodo: I wish the ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened.
Gandalf: So do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. There are other forces at work in this world, Frodo, besides the will of evil. Bilbo was meant to find the Ring. In which case, you were also meant to have it. And that is an encouraging thought.
We were made to be the people that we are, and live in the times that we live. We have not come across these truths and red pills by accident, nor will we run away with it alone. Now it is left to us to use the talents we were given wisely.