Sell Out

Via Kirk

January 7, 2021

Friends,

My friend Frank Powell titles this item (below) correctly: “Sell Out,” and it is perhaps just the mildest epithet I can use to describe the loathsome politico, Senator Richard Burr of North Carolina. He and most of the Southern Republicans like him have always been our enemies, despite their pious protestations to the contrary. It is time to turn Ronald Reagan’s picture face to the wall, and re-assert our Southern identity, which hangs now by a slender thread…thanks to leaders such as Richard Burr, Thom Tillis, Lindsay Graham, and other Southern Republicans.

Burr’s treason, his formal adhesion to the managerial Deep State caravan that now seems poised to gain complete control, is emblematic of what has happened everywhere and a vision of the real face of these Scalawags, who have never really been our defenders.

With a certain finality we have crossed the Rubicon. That memorable and historic image comes from a classic of Roman literature, recounted famously by Marcus Lucan in his history of the Roman civil wars, The Pharsalia. Remember the quote from it used in the film, GODS AND GENERALS. Recalling Julius Caesar’s momentous decision to violate the laws of the republic which had ceased to be applicable, and cross the sacred river, the Rubicon, against the decadent Roman state, Lucan has his character say: “Here I abandoned peace and desecrated law; fortune it is you I follow. Farewell to treaties. From now on war is our judge! Hail Caesar! We who are about to die salute you!”

We are there…as Southerners, as defenders of what is left of our defecated Constitution, a small remnant. The old and dying American nation in large part can no longer hold our allegiances, for its institutions have been corrupted nearly beyond repair, subverted and infected. They no longer seem reparable. As the poet William Butler Yeats said 101 years ago, after the conclusion of the First World War,

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

It is time in earnest for the citizens of each state to re-assert our original independence, to separate from the decaying carcass, and to formally resist the cancerous contagion that threatens to devour us. Yes, the task appears hopeless, almost impossible, and we will be ridiculed for attempting it. But the alternative is a slow, miserable and dishonourable death and our disappearance from history, unmourned and scorned by our posterity.

Long Live Free North Carolina! Long Live the Free States of America! Sic semper tyrannus!

Boyd Cathey