I hate it when people talk about the “American Experiment.” Experiments can fail, and I don’t like the idea of living in a test tube. No one ever talks about the Chinese experiment, or the French experiment, although the French have actually done a lot of experimenting. During the time we have been a republic, France worked its way through two empires, three monarchies, and five republics. So — I don’t know — maybe there’s something to the idea of trying new things every so often.
I hate even more all the jabber about “American exceptionalism.” It’s this puffed-up idea that somehow we have suspended the laws of human nature, and got things right that no other country in history ever got right. Rubbish.
And the current American experiment — the one that turned a promising white country into this multi-culti mush — I hereby declare that experiment a miserable failure. And a colossally, cynically, hypocritical failure.
Our rulers, who profess to believe nonsense about equality and diversity, clearly don’t believe it for themselves. Having black and brown neighbors is, of course, marvelous. Just not for them. Sending your children to schools where they are the only ones who speak English is vibrant, enriching. But our rulers nobly forego these wonderful experiences so that middle-class and blue-collar people can benefit from them instead.
As the great Joe Sobran used to say, “In their mating and migratory habits, liberals are indistinguishable from members of the Ku Klux Klan.” He also used to say: “The purpose of a college education is to give you the right attitudes towards minorities, and the means to live as far away from them as possible.”
American is a swamp of hypocrisy, deliberate blindness, and preposterous egalitarian nonsense.....
Many times from this podium, I have likened our struggle to the great battles our ancestors fought against aliens. The Greeks at Marathon. The Battle of Tours, the Siege of Vienna, the Afrikaners at Blood River.
We must never forget that each of us has the blood of heroes in his veins. But all those victories will amount to nothing, if we fail in this fight.
I envy the simple choice our ancestors had: Kill the enemy or die trying. If the choice were that simple, every man in this room would do his duty, cheerfully.
And although the spirit we must being to this is fight is the spirit of the battlefield, our fight is different. And much harder. It the hardest, most tragic fight in history: We have to persuade our own people — the people who created Western Civilization, for heaven’s sake — that they have the right to survive. Who ever had such a terrible task?
This is the greatest struggle in a thousand years. On us rides the fate of our people, the fate of the West, the fate of everything our ancestors fought for, the fate of everything we love.
I would give anything to be 35 years younger, to have 35 more years to serve our people, but for now, we stand shoulder to shoulder in the great cause to which we have dedicated our lives,
I may not live to see the future of our race assured and fortified against all threats, but some of you will. And in my grave, I will smile when I hear your children laughing.
