Do you ever feel like an alien in your own country? I used to love the flag. Would sing the Anthem at the top of my lungs at football games while I got cold chills up and down my back. Pride, man. I was so proud of my country. Then I started to read things that changed all that, and recognized the import of things already read. ‘My’ country, the Constitutional Republic followed by the CSA, was conquered and occupied by a foreign army. Still is occupied … by criminals, traitors, and collectivists. I recognized that the country in which I live is not the shinning city on a hill, but a corrupt, decadent, and depraved empire that cares not at all for its own people. It cannot in any way be considered a ‘nation’ since it has no single language, culture, religion, race, or defensible borders. It is the very antithesis of ‘united’.

I used to believe in democracy. I worked diligently in the Grand Old Party to advance free enterprise, limited government, and a strong national defense (not wars of empire). I was a county GOP chairman, a paid field representative in a US Senate campaign, volunteer in numerous campaigns, and faithful voter and cheerleader. Then ‘W’ came on the scene and with a Republican Congress and Senate grew the size of government more than any other administration in American history up to that point, lied us into wars, and gave us a Patriot Act that put the Bill of Rights on life support. Further experience taught me that the GOP was worse than the Democrats. At least the Dems told you what they were going to do. The GOP just stuck the shive in your back and behaves as little more than a speed bump to the destruction of all things good, and beautiful, and true. Turns out the powers that be select the nominees of both parties. Heads they win, tails you lose. Even if we were allowed free and fair elections (we’re not, obviously, reference 2020) 50.1% of imbeciles could/do rule the country. So much for our ‘democracy’. It’s been many years since I voted in Federal elections. Pointless, and it only encourages them.

I used to be a regular doctrinaire Christian. No need for ‘winks and nods’ for membership. The Trinity, Jesus is God, the cross (the Hebrew word is stake), burn in hell if you don’t walk the aisle, etc. was my reality. Then … books. Lots of books which led to … lots of questions and a rejection of orthodoxy. How many denominations? And if you choose the wrong one you fry? Why can’t Christians just agree to accept and abide by the teachings of Jesus without all the doctrines of men? Read church history, read the Bible tabula rasa, and one will likely join me in the ranks of heresy. Note: Please don’t get butt hurt over this. I’m in no way attempting to change anyone’s mind on religion or start a big argument. Paul said to work out your own salvation in fear and trembling. I’m just offering my confession here. You have your walk and I have mine. Hopefully they’re both productive.

Used to be … family. Mom, dad, kids. Dad was male, mom female, and kids one or the other based on the plumbing they were born with. Sodomites stayed in the closet where they belonged. No one taught CRT or encouraged kindergartners to learn how to fit a condom or question their gender. Boys bathrooms were for boys, girls for girls. Johnny played with toy guns and toy soldiers and Mary played with dolls. I learned about sex at thirteen years of age. Really. TV was ‘clean’ back then.

The military was for killing people and breaking things when someone invaded my country. OK, since the War of Northern Aggression that hasn’t been so (don’t give me Pearl Harbor, FDR knew the Japs were coming), but it should be. Even after, there was no room for anything that would interfere with mission readiness and capability. No ‘woke’ training. No females in combat. No throwing warriors out for refusing to take experimental drugs. Our generals didn’t plot and scheme against the Commander in Chief.

The family doctor was trusted above all others. He made house calls and really cared about your well being. If a hospital was necessary, same, same. Trusted and cared. Now they get paid to kill you. Profit trumps altruism every time. No profit in the cure, only in the treatment. Institutions of higher learning were buffets of ideas. Everything was open for discussion, elaboration, and debate. Now they’re just indoctrination centers for the Leftists and collectivists. Free speech was a thing. It really was.

Certainly the fiat currency and economy are looking to collapse due to unsustainable spending, debt, and interventions in places we have no business. Our masters have raped the system quite effectively. They now plot our demise with the survivors being limited to those who accept transhumanism and the extinction of we pure-bloods. It’s like I’ve stumbled into a dystopian dream. The only hope is to pray for either Divine intervention or that it all burn. Burn all the way to the ground and begin again. If the combined governments of the West, led by the United States, continue to prod the Bear, we may, indeed, see it all burn in the form of beautiful mushroom clouds.

Yeah, preaching to the choir, I know. It’s just … damn. I want to DO something to fix it and I feel … no, not feel … recognize that there’s nothing to be done, at least nothing over which I/we have any control. Sure, we can take up arms and … what? Who has a mission plan? Who has organization? Who do we shoot? OK, I admit I have a long list, but can’t get near any of them so what’s the point of the list? How does a group avoid informants and plants that ultimately get them all jailed or killed? I’m reminded of the Sioux warrior who, having lost his family, his tribe, and his land faced an oncoming troop of US cavalry. He calmly dismounted, jammed his lance into the ground, tied one leg to the lance with a length of buffalo sinew and took tomahawk in hand. He no longer wished to live in the alien world that had been forced upon him and so stood as a proud representative of his people to go down swinging. Perhaps our history will rhyme with his, either literally or metaphorically.

Like many of you, I wish I had an answer for what we are to do. It always seems to come back to prayer, training, and prepping. We are, as Tolstoy considered, all just pawns of history, along for the ride. We must await the right circumstance and opportunity. Patience, unfortunately, is a virtue I have far too little of, but I’m trying. A young Marine veteran of Iraq I know posted the following. I share his hopes.

I confess to being an alien on this land mass and a heretic of modernity. I am a straight, white, traditionalist, Heritage American, Christian following the simple tenants of the Way of the First Century. I seek the good, the true, and the beautiful and, like the Sioux warrior, I’m prepared to go down swinging.