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Monthly Archives: January 2009

Fed Reserve Fails to Reflate the US Banking System

If these stats are close, this can not/will not end well. There have been months, no years of warning. Another reminder that “We do not have unlimited time” to form our communities, to be in a position to help one another, to be part of the Biblical solution.

Kinism, now more than ever.

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Thomas J. ‘Stonewall’ Jackson, b. January 21, 1824

Winchester photo, 1862
One view of the “Winchester photograph,”
taken in 1862.

Please visit Vanishing American’s site for her outstanding post, hounoring General Jackson.

http://vanishingamerican.blogspot.com/

Barrett’s Privateers

Nothing like white people singing old songs to cheer you up on Michael King day. Here’s a sea shanty by Stan Rogers and friends.

Our Final Subjugation

Generals Lee, Jackson etc are gone, but their blood still flows in our veins. Their call to duty still stands. General Lee called “duty” the most sublime word in the English language. Today our enemies are pushing for our final subjugation, our extinction as a people (the Final Solution to the White problem). Lee made this statement a month before his death. I believe that were he alive today, he would be out front leading us with sword in hand. Now the sword is in our hands.

Deo Vindice, Sic Semper Tyrannis, Sola Deo Gloria

“Governor, if I had foreseen the use those people
designed to make of their victory,
there would have been no surrender at
Appomattox Courthouse; no sir, not by me.
Had I foreseen these results of subjugation,
I would have preferred to die at Appomattox
with my brave men, my sword in my right hand.”

by:

Robert E. Lee
(1807-1870) General-in-Chief of the Confederate States army
Source:

To Governor Fletcher S. Stockdale (September 1870), as quoted in The Life and Letters of Robert Lewis Dabney, pp. 497-500

“How Firm a Foundation, Ye Saints of the Lord””

General Lee’s favourite hymn was, “How Firm a Foundation”. It was sung by the thousands who gathered at his funeral, Lexington, VA, 1870ad, to honour our great Christian hero. It is a favourite of mine also.

“How Firm a Foundation, Ye Saints of the Lord”
by “Keen,” 1787, alt.

1. How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
Is laid for your faith in His excellent Word!
What more can He say than to you He hath said
Who unto the Savior for refuge have fled?

2. In every condition, — in sickness, in health,
In poverty’s vale, or abounding in wealth,
At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea, —
The Lord, the Almighty, they strength e’er shall be.

3. “Fear not, I am with thee, oh, be not dismayed,
For I am thy God and will still give thee aid;
I’ll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,
Upheld by My righteous, omnipotent hand.

4. “When through the deep waters I call thee to go,
The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow;
For I will be with thee thy troubles to bless
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.

5. “When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie,
My grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply.
The flames shall not hurt thee; I only design
Thy dross to consume and thy gold to refine.

6. “E’en down to old age all My people shall prove
My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love;
And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn,
Like lambs they shall still in My bosom be borne.

7. “The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose
I will not, I will not, desert to his foes;
That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,
I’ll never, no never, no never, forsake”!

Why I Celebrate Robert E. Lee’s Birthday

http://www.daveblackonline.com/why_i_celebrate_robert_e.htm

restoring our biblical and constitutional foundations

Why I Celebrate Robert E. Lee’s Birthday

David Alan Black

I am nothing but a poor sinner, trusting in Christ alone for salvation. Robert E. Lee

It is written in the Old Testament that no man may see God and live. The only solution was for God to become man, which He did through the incarnation in the person of Jesus. Thereby He set a window in the tiny dark dungeon of the ego in which we all languish, letting in a light, providing a view, and offering release from the servitude of the flesh into what the apostle Paul called “the glorious liberty of the children of God.”

Thinking about Robert E. Lee, as I often do, and realizing that he has been both idolized and demonized, I try to sort out the various characteristics in him of a Christian gentleman. First of all, contrary to what might be supposed, otherworldliness was not one of them. Lee was very firmly settled here on earth, in time and in mortality, and his judgments relating thereto have proved to be quite remarkably shrewd and perceptive. On the one hand, he made spiritual concepts seem an integral part of day-to-day living; on the other hand, he, as it were, transcendentalized the most ordinary conclusions and expectations of life. Thus he could often be found aspiring men who felt themselves too incapacitated that somehow or other their fortitude in accepting their affliction gave them additional strength and courage for their work.

Lee enjoyed a genuine Christian life. Acts 4:33 says of the earliest church, “And great grace was upon them all.” This glowing description was not intended to be a picture only of the ideal, lovely to contemplate but impossible to realize. These believers were not running a fever; they were enjoying normal spiritual health. So it was with the Christianity of Robert E. Lee. While we often make the mistake of considering the deeper Christian life as something extra, unusual, occasional, and irregular, such was the normal possession of General Lee. Of course, he was no Pollyanna smiling the clouds away. He always saw things as they were. He realized, as did Jesus, that “in the world ye shall have tribulation.” But that is the dark side. The bright side follows: “But be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.” Lee knew that the way of the cross was the way of the crown.

Along with Southern culture in general, Lee realized that the human heart is deceitful and desperately wicked. He knew that man looks on the outward appearance but God looks on the heart. Northern religion was optimistic, based on the lie that man is essentially good. Lee was not a pessimist, but he knew the truth of the Bible, that “in me, that is, in my flesh, dwelleth no good thing.” Above all, and despite his fallenness, Lee knew the importance of duty. He realized that the moving of God’s Spirit is not a lullaby to soothe us to sleep but a bugle call to stir us to battle. He was “on the go” with God.

General Robert E. LeePerhaps the verse that best describes him is 2 Timothy 2:3: “Thou therefore endure hardness, as a good soldier of Jesus Christ.” Like General Lee, we too are called to be soldiers, and soldiers belong in battle. Some of us feel called only to march in dress parades, blow bugles, and wave flags—swivel-chair generals discussing strategy and arguing over maps far from the conflict. We come not to the help of the Lord against the mighty. Lee did not live such a sham. He did not beat the air. He refused to entangle himself with the affairs of this life so that he might please his Commander-in-Chief. Like Paul, he was sometimes perplexed, but he was never in despair, for he was never altogether without help. He did not know what was ahead but he knew Who was ahead. His was not the desperation of our age. He may have become temporarily confused as to the correct direction, and sometimes he had to wait for the fog to clear, but he always knew that he was in the hands of a Pilot who reaches the destination.

Ezekiel declared, “A sword, a sword is sharpened…. Should we then make mirth?” Like Ezekiel, Lee lived in a day of God’s judgment. Today a generation that is entertaining itself to death to avoid facing reality needs a Lee to call it back to its senses. We are being soothed with religious and political tranquilizers and excited by false optimism. We had better not follow Christ if we don’t want a fight on our hands. We are called not to enjoy softness but to endure hardness. The war for our culture is not a make-believe battle. We are not playing a game. Ours is not a Sunday morning dress parade. This is the real thing.

I could go on and on enumerating the saintly qualities in General Lee. Jean-Pierre de Caussade once wrote of how, all the time, the sequel to the New Testament is being written by godly souls—not in canonical books, but in their lives. So, just as great artists have painted the incarnation and great writers have dramatized it, great saints have lived it. By recalling Lee’s life, even just by thinking about him, the follies and confusions of our time are confuted, and once more God’s almighty Word leaps down from heaven, to live among us, full of grace and truth. Those who choose this January 19 to remember the life of General Lee choose, it seems to me, to remember a life whose ardors contrast so sharply with the self-indulgence considered today to be synonymous with happiness and the “good life.” How curious that so many fail to understand what was so clear to Lee, that the more that is received on Christ’s behalf, the more that is required!

Next week my family and I will join together in celebrating the memory of this great American at our annual Lee-Jackson dinner. We seek to give honor where honor is due, not idolizing a mere man, but celebrating the victory one “poor sinner” enjoyed through the blood of his Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.

I trust many of you will do the same.

January 13, 2004
Lee’s Farewell to the Army of Northern Virginia

After four years of arduous service, marked by unsurpassed courage and fortitude, the Army of Northern Virginia has been compelled to yield to overwhelming numbers and resources.

I need not tell the survivors of so many hard-fought battles who have remained steadfast to the last that I have consented to this result from no distrust of them; but feeling that valor and devotion could accomplish nothing that could compensate for the loss that would have attended the continuance of the contest, I determined to avoid the useless sacrifice of those whose past services have endeared them to their countrymen. By the terms of the agreement, officers and men can return to their homes and remain until exchanged.

You may take with you the satisfaction that proceeds from the consciousness of duty faithfully performed, and I earnestly pray that a merciful God will extend to you his blessing and protection.

With an unceasing admiration of your constancy and devotion to your country, and a grateful remembrance of your kind and generous consideration of myself, I bid you all an affectionate farewell.

David Alan Black is the editor of http://www.daveblackonline.com.

Love Your Southern Brother; Fight Your Foe

Love Your Southern Brother; Fight Your Foe

By Washington Jefferson

A big problem with the Southern movement is one typically shared with most conservative movements. Namely we have too little love for our comrades and too little righteous anger toward our opponents.

Let’s start with love. Anyone who has been in conservative and traditional movements for any length of time will notice the lack of general comradeship and friendship among the participants. Of course, there are exceptions, but they are indeed exceptions.

As Whittaker Chambers put it so well, “the right does not retrieve its wounded.” Typically, the average social conservative does not think to assist his fellows when the left assaults them. Typically, indeed, he has trouble working together with them for common goals. To our shame, it often seems that our leftist enemies have much more cohesion and love for one another than we do. One example, particularly to our shame, is the so-called gay movement. Warped and evil as it is, it does a display a definite brotherhood and sisterhood. Communist leftists have long called one “comrade,” and they have genuinely meant it

Given our heritage as Southerners, and our historic sense of society, it is surprising that we seem to lack real cohesion today. One reason, perhaps, is the power and influence of Yankee conservatism in conservative movements. Its stress on radical “rugged” individualism (particularly in its libertarian incarnation) and money-making definitely fragments people. (It’s not that individualism and making money are wrong, in and of themselves, but they are not beneficial when they ignore legitimate duties to family, community and society).

Many on the right seem to equate society with socialism. Nothing could be more mistaken. Men need society because we are social beings. Natural society is necessary and beneficial. Socialism, an ideology based on force, regiments and warps all human relationships to fit its iron-clad dogma of equality.

To understand the importance of working as a community, consider the practice of some Asian immigrant groups of pooling money to purchase enterprises. Each investor puts in his amount to buy a business, and then each reaps a proportionate share of the profits. What one of them can’t do alone, they can accomplish as a group. Thus in the future they will have capital to give economic advantage to their children, or maybe to exercise political clout, e.g., buying our politicians.

Now a key question: Can anyone imagine Southerners getting together to do such a thing? Certainly it’s hard to conceive of them even thinking of it in the first place, let along being sufficiently cooperative and trustworthy to carry it out. Sad to say, Southerners love to backbite and fight one another. Sometimes their basic honesty leaves something to be desired. In the past, we could survive this way, but times are changing.

If we cannot work together as competing groups are doing in the increasingly diverse America, we face a grim future. As our competitors rise and gain control of capital, our children, just to make a living of any kind, will have to sell themselves into serfdom on the Wal-Mart plantation. And what little we have will be of scant interest to the politicians.

We need to put the backbiting aside, and love each other a lot more. Remember the lyrics of the Bonnie Blue Flag: “We are a band of brothers. . . .” Save the hostility for those who truly mean to hurt us all. And this raises another issue, our lack of righteous anger toward our opponents and their beliefs. This is not to suggest the sort of bitter hatred that poisons the soul. That is destructive and simply wrong. But without the zeal that comes from proper indignation we will not have a chance against those who are full of zeal and determined to destroy everything we care about.

To put it bluntly, we are often too good for your own good. Leftists are consumed with self-righteous passion when they assault us. Our response, quite commonly, is weak and limp. We want to be nice and pleasant, because, after all, that’s part of our Southern culture. Also, as Christians, we recall the injunction, “Love your enemies.” Gentility is certainly commendable, but only in its proper place. As our Lord also commanded, we should not cast our pearls (such as gentility) to swine. Kindness toward a personal enemy is one thing; but not toward destroyers of community and moral order. Jesus did not turn his cheek toward the corrupt religious leaders of his day; He rebuked them with the fiercest language.

Our opponents are determined to destroy our heritage and culture-as well as our children’s future. We have every right to the indignation necessary to stop their campaign. Our hope is to stand united, a band of brothers native to the soil.