My Only Fear

How many times have you read about men jailed and persecuted for suggesting that the Holocaust wasn't as bad as is claimed by the "leaders" of what's left of Europe? I know I've seen a story or two about a man put in prison for expressing his views on that subject, followed by the German government filing retaliatory charges against the man's attorney for defending him. I'm the kind of guy who likes a challenge, but this, Brothers and Sisters, genuinely scares the Hell out of me.

Not because I believe either side of the Holocaust "debate" more than the other. I'm a bit embarrassed to admit that I don't know the first damn thing about either side of that argument, and I make a habit of holding my tongue when I'm ignorant of the facts. I am, however, inclined to lean toward my people before I take the word of a Jew. Semitic people don't exactly have a whole lot of credibility as far as I'm concerned.

It's not because I don't have the heart to fight. Ask any mestizo invader I catch eyeballing my wife. Ask any nigger who opens his fat, black lips at me sideways. Ask my smart-mouthed brother-in-law. I will fight. I'm plenty good with a rifle, if you want to take the fight to that level. Ask the local deer, ducks or turkeys. The Marine Corps only made me sharper, stronger and more confident. No, it's not a fear of fighting.

I'm not afraid that my rights are slipping away. I know they're evaporating like hot alcohol. This just takes us back to the paragraph above.

What scares my hair white is much more important: My son. Your son. Your daughter. Our children. What's going to happen when I'm...we are not around to teach them, protect them and arm them? I find my prayers focusing primarily on two things as of late: I thank God for the fair hand I've been dealt. I thank Him for my beautiful family. I thank Him for blessing me with the land that has kept my family going in this New World for almost 400 years. I thank Him for making my crops and family grow. I'm healthy, I'm not blindly lusting for useless, shiny trinkets that MTV says that we must have, and I'm a damn good shot. I'm more grateful than anyone but The Almighty God will ever realize. Second, I pray that the darkness that's kicking down my door, getting closer and closer everyday does not envelope my son. A simple trip to town has become a somewhat dangerous event. Today I was driving down a road I've driven a million times and noticed someone had spray painted some silly clique name on 4 signs. This was absolutely unheard of here just a few years ago. I come home from foreign lands to find this? Brown hordes are closing in, crime rates are rising, trash is starting to line the main roads. I do what I can within the law to curb it, and I pray for help before it gets worse.

I think I might start to pray that the day the Western Man wakes up comes while I'm still able to point a rifle.
I wonder if my son will fall prey to the poison that is fed to our children on television, radio, in school and books. Will my son remember his father as an honest, God-fearing man who loved his people? Will my son be convinced by my enemies that I was an aimless, hate-filled bigot? Will he value his culture or will he be ashamed of the false charges against us? Will he take up my rifle, stand shoulder to shoulder with your son and hold off the destruction that seems so unavoidable for our people? Let us all pray that God allows us to stay on this Earth long enough to make our sons good men and teach our daughters to stand with them.

I'm afraid because It's not far away anymore. It's not confined within the shores of the Old World. The beast is here, and our children will be it's first victims. Let us protect our Sons and Daughters from this. Let us fight this.

Let us pray and fight, not be afraid.