Lee in the Mountains

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Monthly Archives: October 2008

You’re The Reason God Made Oklahoma

Here at LITM we reject jew Gertrude Himmelfarb’s ( jew William Kristol’s Mother) statement that “America is just an idea.” No, our loved ones, our flesh and blood, are not “just ideas”, nor our are homes, farms and shops.

We love particular people and places, and we have been blessed with both. We ain’t backing down Gertrude!

Sola Deo Gloria

DAVID FRIZZELL AND SHELLY WEST – You’re The Reason God Made Oklahoma

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Hey Southern National Congress: Where are your magical negros?

And I am sure the Battle Flag displayed causes you real anguish.

Film was produced with titles and shows meeting of 40,000 Confederate war veterans in Jacksonville. This clip shows the veterans dancing to fiddle music and posing for the camera.

The Rise of the Scythe


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    Now under new ownership: We bought the Marugg Company in April 2006 from the former owners, our uncle Andy Weaver and Dean Lutes. We are proud to be the second generation owners of the Marugg Company for our family, and look forward to giving you prompt and courteous service,

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PO Box 1418
Tracy City, TN 37387

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Helping you reap what you sow for over 130 years
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Joos, token negress, White Elite CFRs Repubs:Those Damn Democrats!

But remember!

After you have written numerous LTE, and donated large sums of money to the candidate of your “choice” and Focus on the Family, make sure you do your “duty” and vote; vote early and vote often, just get out there and VOTE!!

“Don’t talk to us about our heroic ancestors and then tell us to do nothing.”

http://cambriawillnotyield.blogspot.com/

Cambria Will Not Yield

“However, the author in question goes on to condemn all violence under any circumstances. That type of thinking goes against our European Christian heritage. There are things so hideous, such as the murder of a baby in his mother’s womb, the rape of our women, the torture-murder of innocent young people like Channon Christian and Christopher Newsome, that they cry out to heaven for redress. You cannot claim to respect the white European heritage and then tell white people to dogmatically renounce all violence. That type of advice is irresponsible at a time when our “laws,” passed by white technocrats, have left white people almost defenseless against the barbarians in our midst. I recall a scene in Walter Scott’s novel The Black Dwarf in which some border raiders have abducted a Scottish lady and taken her across the border. An old man advises the young men not to break the law and be violent. A member of the rescue party replies angrily to him, “Don’t talk to us about our heroic ancestors and then tell us to do nothing.”

The Rising of the Moon

Here at LITM we would like to add: Sic Semper Tyrannis!

“Death to every foe and traitor! Whistle out the marching tune
And hurrah, me boys, for freedom, ’tis the rising of the moo”n

By the Rising of the Moon

words by J.K. Casey, music Turlough O’Carolan

And come tell me Sean O’Farrell tell me why you hurry so
Husha buachaill hush and listen and his cheeks were all a glow
I bare orders from the captain get you ready quick and soon
For the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon

By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
For the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon

And come tell me Sean O’Farrell where the gath’rin is to be
At the old spot by the river quite well known to you and me
One more word for signal token whistle out the marchin’ tune
With your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon

By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
With your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon

Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through the night
Many a manly heart was beating for the blessed warning light
Murmurs rang along the valleys to the banshees lonely croon
And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon

By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon

All along that singing river that black mass of men was seen
High above their shining weapons flew their own beloved green
Death to every foe and traitor! Whistle out the marching tune
And hurrah, me boys, for freedom, ’tis the rising of the moon

‘Tis the rising of the moon, ’tis the rising of the moon
And hurrah, me boys, for freedom, ’tis the rising of the moon

Why We Need PSS

Why We Need PSS

Washington Jefferson

It was one of those typical “milk the white guilt” articles. Appearing on CNN, the article described how “racism” still lurks at the University of Mississippi, despite all the alleged progress in recent years. It said that whites (horror of horror) still often group together, and related one incident where a black student who crashed a white party was called “nigger” by one of the boys there.

We at Lee in the Mountains don’t condone rudeness or insults, but we’re not planning a guilt trip over this incident, as similar ones, either. The fact is, we as white Southerners can’t exist as a people unless we can have some places and occasions of our own. This is why we advocate what we call primary social space (PSS). At minimum it means that we must have our own neighborhoods, churches, schools, businesses, private organizations, and social activities.

To say such a thing, of course, will incite the Politically Correct Inquisition to call us monsters, bigots, and haters who-if given just an inch-would start throwing people into gas chambers. Our reply is simply to ask, “If you want to bring up the issue of genocide (destruction of a people), then how do you suggest that we maintain our peoplehood and culture without resorting to PSS?

In this age of environmental awareness, most people understand that a variety or species of animal cannot exist without an adequate habitat. Take away the full and necessary habitat of grizzly bears, and these creatures slowly but surely will go extinct. So it is with peoples. Thus when our accusers allege that hatred and genocide are our motives, we reply that they are ascribing what are really their motives to us, a classic example of what psychologists call “projection.” One proof of their evil intent is their hypocrisy. If blacks or members of any other group want space of their own, the accusers never object. Their ire only rises when whites do so. These indeed are the same hypocrites who rant about “white privilege.”

Some Christians will object to PSS, saying that we should “love our neighbor.” But the love they conceive is the love of humanist egalitarianism, not biblical Christianity. The humanist creed teaches that love consists of leveling all men to make them equal and without distinction. The Bible, in contrast, affirms distinctions and boundaries among men, as well as their nations, tribes, and kindreds.

To love our neighbor, the Ten Commandments inform us, we must respect the bounds of property (thou shall not steal or covet), the bounds of marriage (though shalt not commit adultery), and the importance and legitimacy of blood ties (honor thy father and mother.) Loving people, in the Christian sense, means respecting their boundaries and legitimate concerns. The old saying is quite true, “Strong fences make good neighbors.”

With race relations today, the fences are broken down, and as a consequence misunderstanding and bitterness abound. The incident at the University of Mississippi is a good illustration. Some white students no doubt resent the anti-white political correctness forced on them in their classes. No doubt from time to time they seek the haven of their own society. The black student would have been wise to have appreciated their feelings, or put another way, their boundaries. The student who insulted him was wrong to have done so, but given today’s racial climate his resentment was at least understandable.

It is not “racism” or “hate” for people to feel comfortable with people of their own kind, heritage, and background. To make people feel guilty about such natural affections (these days almost always white people) is a form of spiritual assault for the purpose of mind control. No self-respecting person of any race should tolerate such vicious manipulation.

A wise and good black man, Booker T. Washington, many years ago set forth a workable plan for racial harmony in the South. He said that whites and blacks should work together as one hand for many common purposes, but in social matters they should be separate as fingers on a hand. The alternative is genocide for both peoples, and the creation of a confused and debased humanity most suitable for the rule of tyrants.

To that, we at Lee in the Mountains will say a hearty amen.

Almost, almost as good as the negros do it. Almost

Wilhelm Furtwängler

finale of Beethoven 9th

Just Listen

However, Turn it UP!!!

How can the people who produced this music, sink into the night, without a fight?

“Scream, shout, even cry, anything but this passionless dieing”

An die Freude

Lyrics of the Ode to Joy written by Frederich von Schiller, Chorus of 9th Simphony 4th Movement of Ludwig van Beethoven, with a little intro by itself. The Complete Ode to Joy as Edited by Frederich Schiller in 1785 is available here right now in German, English and Spanish.

Original Scores of Beethoven’s Ode to Joy

TOTALLY TRANSLATED TO ENGLISH

BARITONE
Oh friends, not these tones!
Let us raise our voices in more
pleasing and more joyful sounds!

ODE TO JOY (Friedrich Schiller)

BARITONE, QUARTET, AND CHORUS
Joy, beautiful spark of the gods,
Daughter of Elysium,
We enter fire imbibed,
Heavenly, thy sanctuary.

Thy magic reunites those
Whom stern custom has parted;
All men will become brothers
Under thy gentle wing.

May he who has had the fortune
To gain a true friend
And he who has won a noble wife
Join in our jubilation!

Yes, even if he calls but one soul
His own in all the world.
But he who has failed in this
Must steal away alone and in tears.

All the world’s creatures
Draw joy from nature’s breast;
Both the good and the evil
Follow her rose-strewn path.

She gave us kisses and wine
And a friend loyal unto death;
She gave lust for life to the lowliest,
And the Cherub stands before God.

TENOR SOLO AND CHORUS
Joyously, as his suns speed
Through Heaven’s glorious order,
Hasten, Brothers, on your way,
Exulting as a knight in victory.

CHORUS

Joy, beautiful spark of the gods,
Daughter of Elysium,
We enter fire imbibed,
Heavenly, thy sanctuary.

Be embraced, Millions!
This kiss for all the world!
Brothers!, above the starry canopy
A loving father must dwell.

Can you sense the Creator, world?
Seek him above the starry canopy.
Above the stars He must dwell.

Be embraced, Millions!
This kiss for all the world!
Brothers!, above the starry canopy
A loving father must dwell.

Can you sense the Creator, world?
Seek him above the starry canopy.
Above the stars He must dwell.

Joy, beautiful spark of the gods,
Daughter of Elysium,
We enter fire imbibed,
Heavenly, thy sanctuary.

Be embraced, Millions!
This kiss for all the world!
Brothers!, above the starry canopy
A loving father must dwell.

Can you sense the Creator, world?
Seek him above the starry canopy.
Above the stars He must dwell.

Be embraced, Millions!
This kiss for all the world!
Brothers!, above the starry canopy
A loving father must dwell.

Can you sense the Creator, world?
Seek him above the starry canopy.
Above the stars He must dwell.

Joy, daughter of Elysium
Thy magic reunites those
Whom stern custom has parted;
All men will become brothers
Under thy gentle wing.

Be embraced, Millions!
This kiss for all the world!
Brothers!, above the starry canopy
A loving father must dwell.

Joy, beautiful spark of Gods!,
Daughter of Elysium,
Joy, beatiful spark of Gods!.

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Foreclosure Alley

This is a must see, y’all!!! Go to the website, watch the vid, THEN MOVE out of cities and suburbs. AND join us in LITM, forming REAL communities. THIS IS A CLUE, A BIG CLUE!

For the past few years, the Inland Empire in Riverside County has been one of the fastest growing counties in the state – home to a major housing boom. But now the Inland Empire is pretty much the poster child for the foreclosure crisis. In the newer developments, house after house sits vacant – either up for auction, for sale by a bank or going for what’s called a “short sale” which is when the owner owes more than the house is worth.

SoCal Connected tracked down some surreal sights associated with the crisis – a company that specializes in removing whatever people leave behind in their foreclosed homes. The process is called a “trashout” – a term the company came up with because it perfectly describes what happens. Everything that’s left is dumped in a trailer and taken to the landfill.
Then there’s the guy who started a business to spray-paint dead lawns. That’s right. He paints brown lawns green. We also tag along with a couple of code enforcement officers who are spending more and more of their time having to drain slimy, abandoned pools.

Finally, we meet a typical couple who bought their first home, thinking it was a great investment and tax write-off. Now the place is worth only half of what they paid for it and their neighborhood has almost as many vacant homes as occupied ones.

One of the code enforcement guys sums up the problem in a single sentence – “You know you’re in trouble when the lawns are brown and the pools are green!”