Material I find interesting, thought provoking, unique, or comedic
that may, or may not, have a strong relation to the historical south
that I would prefer my audience to be introduced to.

How I Came to Believe the Negro was an Ape – Prof. Charles Carroll,
author of “The Negro a Beast, 1900” & “The Tempter of Eve, 1902”

A poem derivative of the 1899 work by Rudyard Kipling
“The White Man’s Burden,” this poem is intended to be
anti-imperialist in its message, however there are a few
sections of the poem I enjoy, they are featured here:

What is the White Man’s Burdern? Excerpts

“Ever marching with sword and flame,
Ever the blood-red trail,
Washed away by the dews of the morning,
As light and law prevail.

The land which the good God gave him,
The land of his sires and birth,
Is not enough for the White man-
He must rule the whole wide earth.

Ever march with flame and sword,
Ever the red blood’s stain;
Ye must clear the primeval forest
Ere ye plant the golden grain.

Can naught but the sword cleave darkness
And the flash of his guns give light?
Can ye stay the march of those legions
Ever marching for “God and the right!”

Ever for “God and the right”-
Over all this blood-stained earth,
For each root of land they conquer
There’s a vacant place by his hearth.”

“A life for life,” is the law of God,
And the strongest shall prevail.

These were the words of our Master,
The Master-Christ-our Lord.
“To send peace on earth I came not-
Not to send peace, but the sword.”

Ever the Cross and the sword.
Ever for God and the right.
Sweep onwards those conquering legions
To give to the darkness-light.

That is the White Man’s burden
Till he sinks beneath the sod;
That Is the law of nature,
That is the Iaw of God.”

The opening and closing sections of an American
revolutionary socialist poem I’m quite fond of.

“We shall laugh to scorn your power that now holds the world in awe.
We shall trample on your customs and spit upon your law;
We shall come up from life’s desert to your burdened banquet hall.
We shall turn your wine to wormwood, your honey into gall.”

“We shall laugh to scorn your power that now holds the world in awe.
We shall trample on your customs. we shall spit upon your law;
We shall outrage your temples, we shall blaspheme all your gods-
We shall turn the old world over as the plowman turns the clods!”

Logic of Today – Ragnar Redbeard

– George S. Patton, 1917

When man in the dark beginning
The brutish shape set by
He stood alone in the forest,
To conquer or to die.

His only urge was hunger,
Of belly or of lust.
His only Right his hairy Might:
Courage his only trust.

Thus he learned that to fight was noble:
Thus he learned that to shirk was base;
Thus he conquered the creatures one and all,
And founded a warrior race.

He fought with the mammoth and orox,
When the coal fields were forests dark.
He vanquished them not by Justice;
But by brawn and a mighty heart.

But dream for a moment this man of might,
Had been of the Pacifist clay?
And had crooned to the tigers of ethical right,
Or had begged of the wolves fair play.

When the cave man sat in his stinking lair,
With his low browed mate hard by;
Gibbering the while he sank his teeth
In a new killed reindeer’s thigh.

What would he have thought,
could his foggy brain,
Have pictured our hapless day,
When craven souls of dreaming fools
Should habit our human clay.

When cowards born of Fear and Greed
Should preach to kindred slaves;
That Right may stand by its self alone,
And needs not Might to save.

They speak but lies these sexless souls,
Lies born of fear and strife
And nurtured in soft indulgence
They see not War is Life.

They do not dare admit the truth,
Though writ in letters red,
That man shall triumph now as then
By blood, which man has shed.

Dreading the word plain written,
In wrecks of empires lost.
That those who trust to Words, not Force.
As slaves shall pay the cost.

Insurgent Radio – Tom Metzger (Incomplete Archive)

Last Updated on October 14, 2021 by Bill Arp

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