England as a counter-culture
There is no path but one of overt, unashamed, unrepentant Englishness.
A society, or at least the one we live in, has makers of taste and arbiters of 'cool'. The extent to which their word is valid, or their tastes worthwhile, is largely irrelevant – these people exist, and they are influential.
They determine what is worn, what is discussed around the dinner table, what is read and what is seen on television. In the year of our Lord, those anointed few have declared England, and therefore Englishness, to be uncool, in poor taste, garish, low-status, uncouth, impolite, common. So scornful is their contempt that every minute they hold court is a minute closer to England’s oblivion.
This is the state of play, but when have the likes of you and I ever really paid much mind to these people – those who were parachuted to the top, and who use their pedestal as a lavatory, defecating aesthetic nothingness into a a trough for the unwitting mass to feast on, malnourishing themselves in the process.
I believe in a tactical contempt; that is, an understanding that the first step on the path to civilisational salvation is to accept a hatred – perfect and total – of those who poison the well. Without this contempt, this desire to disregard, move away from, and eventually defeat entirely, what are we fighting for?
If the solution to a stale and moribund dominant culture is a virile and kinetic counter-culture; the antidote to national shame is national pride; and the cure for death is a life renewed, then there is no path but one of overt, unashamed, unrepentant Englishness.
In a decentralised and multi-polar culture, this is easier than ever. For the first time in human history, one need not rely on the civilisational and cultural nucleus for sustenance. There is no sustenance to be found there anyway. New avenues for cultural and artistic exploration are appearing every day, and this represents an opportunity to forge the missing link between where we are and where we could be; in a word, unity.
The great unifying force among this diaspora of people like us is a heartfelt desire to see England as it once was; to walk a cobbled street, in some city or or some village, and know that this is England, and that this will always be England. This is a powerful impulse – the simple desire for a home; undisturbed by political machinations and malevolences, hostile intrusions, and wanton destruction. This is our strength, our rallying call, and our uniform; something to fight for, and to fight in.
Overt Englishness must become the unifying counter-cultural symbol of the pro-British movement. Englishness in speech, in dress, in mannerism, and in social ritual. Our nation dies when these things are forgotten. Embrace Englishness, wear it with pride. Know England’s history as if it were your own – it is your own. Know it like you know the back of your hand. Wear it like a well-fitted glove. Live it every waking hour. Celebrate the cultural symbols. Vote with your wallet, and withdraw your tithe from those who wish to do harm on our island home.
Defend England, rhetorically and spiritually. Refine yourself until you resemble the Englishman of old. Read the great English works – better yet, create some more. Know every line of Shakespeare, every note of Elgar. Take a Hackney Carriage. Visit a country house. Holiday in the country or on the coast. Frequent the pub. Read the great English novels and poems, watch the great English films and plays, listen to great English music. Know England, and live England.
You are of the same cast as great writers and artists, explorers and conquerers, warriors and philosophers, kings and common men, who loved England with a sufficient force, so as to drive them to do great deeds. Never forget this.
And lastly, do not despair. Despair is the death of rebellious vigour. We will win. The sun will shine on England again. The blue skies will chase the dark clouds far away.
Despair, hopelessness, and fatigue is where the atrophists and hangmen want you. Be angry, and let your anger rouse you. But do not despair.
A thousand generations of Englishmen are willing you to victory from the great beyond, and there are a thousand more whose very existence depends on you.
