Thursday, February 6, 2020

Someone Was Left out of the State of the Union Speech on Tuesday

Who, you ask?

The South.

Everyone and everything praised by Pres Trump as part of the American Story or as representing the American Type (with very few exceptions) was part of either the Yankee/New England story or the Wild West:

From the pilgrims to the Founders, from the soldiers at Valley Forge to the marchers at Selma, and from President Lincoln to the Reverend Martin Luther King, Americans have always rejected limits on our children’s future.

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As the world bears witness tonight, America is a land of heroes. This is a place where greatness is born, where destinies are forged, and where legends come to life. This is the home of Thomas Edison and Teddy Roosevelt, of many great generals including Washington, Pershing, Patton, and MacArthur. This is the home of Abraham Lincoln, Frederick Douglass, Amelia Earhart, Harriet Tubman, the Wright Brothers, Neil Armstrong, and so many more. This is the country where children learn names like Wyatt Earp, Davy Crockett, and Annie Oakley. This is the place where the pilgrims landed at Plymouth and where Texas patriots made their last stand at the Alamo — the beautiful, beautiful Alamo.

The American nation was carved out of the vast frontier by the toughest, strongest, fiercest, and most determined men and women ever to walk on the face of the Earth. Our ancestors braved the unknown; tamed the wilderness; settled the Wild West; lifted millions from poverty, disease, and hunger; vanquished tyranny and fascism; ushered the world to new heights of science and medicine; laid down the railroads, dug out the canals, raised up the skyscrapers. And, ladies and gentlemen, our ancestors built the most exceptional republic ever to exist in all of human history, and we are making it greater than ever before.

This is our glorious and magnificent inheritance. We are Americans. We are pioneers. We are the pathfinders. We settled the New World, we built the modern world, and we changed history forever by embracing the eternal truth that everyone is made equal by the hand of Almighty God.

America is the place where anything can happen. America is the place where anyone can rise. And here, on this land, on this soil, on this continent, the most incredible dreams come true.

This nation is our canvas, and this country is our masterpiece. We look at tomorrow and see unlimited frontiers just waiting to be explored. Our brightest discoveries are not yet known. Our most thrilling stories are not yet told. Our grandest journeys are not yet made. The American Age, the American Epic, the American adventure has only just begun.

Our spirit is still young, the sun is still rising, God’s grace is still shining, and, my fellow Americans, the best is yet to come.

At the back of both is the figure of the restless Demiurge, intent on destroying the creation and remaking it in his own image.

This is out of keeping with the Southern character, which is rooted, still, stable.

Once again, we are faced with a stark realization:  The South has no place in ‘America’.  The longer she stays within the union, the more her own unique identity will be forcibly broken and remolded into the Yankee image.

It is all too easy and satisfying to get caught up in Trumpian crowd euphoria (chants of ‘Keep America Great’, etc.), but the Southern inheritance is worth more than a few minutes of cheap psychic thrills.  Dixie needs to walk away from Donald Trump, Nancy Pelosi, and Washington City as a whole.  She needs her independence, or soon there will not be much of a Southland left to speak of.  The 2020 State of the Union Address is just the latest sign of this.


Holy Ælfred the Great, King of England, South Patron, pray for us sinners at the Souð, unworthy though we are!

Anathema to the Union!

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