The Dude took me out to see some authentic, old-school, Texas honky-tonk last night. Band called Eleven-hundred Springs. Damn fine troubadours. And writers of some addictive songs, such as one I’ve had circling my head non-stop since last night.
The Dude and his lovely little filly are incredibly gracious hosts, as you might well imagine. He even hooked me up with a “Raise Hell, Drink Beer” t-shirt and some authentic Texas cowboy boots. (Though I’m more inclined to think this re-wardrobing is done out of sheer embarrassment of having to cart me around in my NYC dandy attire!) And the filly is one hell of a cook! And the Dude’s dudes are a great crew. Even met a few AWD.com [ir]regulars.
(Speaking of which, Seeeeeegar—you out there, you batsh*t crazy Paulbot???)
Unfortunately, given the Dude got pulled into working the weekend a bit, I don’t think some hog hunting out on Angus’ turf is in the cards this weekend, which sucks. Angus—many thanks for the invite. Next time my brother.
Anyway, onto some grist for the mill…
So believe it or not, AWD and I talked a bit of politics last night. One thing that came up was secession. As this nation becomes a powder keg as volatile as anything unseen before save for the times immediately preceding our two wars for independence (aka the “Revolutionary War” and the “Civil War”), I’ve been hearing talk of secession more and more. Jared Taylor had penned a piece on this topic awhile back (it’s recommended reading, btw, as is usual for anything from Taylor’s pen). It was even a near-consensus from my little meeting the other night with fellow NYCers.
Seriously, when a gaggle of Manhattanite Yanks start talking secession, you know the Rubicon’s been crossed.
But I object!
I mean, secession feels so unnecessarily defeatist. First, they’re libtards—i.e., they’re stupid and craven. You telling me we can’t beat retarded cowards?
Secondly, they’re evil, unscrupulous a$$holes who will do with seceded states just as they’ve done with non-seceded states. That is, after they’ve thoroughly desiccated and destroyed their home states via the unstanched flooding of the great brown goo, the endless welfare and entitlement programs, the giant, ever-expansive, bottomlessly-corrupt government, etc., they’ll buzz on over like the locusts they are to the nearest boomtown “red state”…and rinse, lather, repeat.
So unless the seceded states plan on figuring out how to 1) prevent SWPLs from immigrating to their freshly-minted lands-of-the-free, and 2) harden the local constitutions to inoculate both the government and the people from the scourge of the intellectual and psychological disease more popularly known as “liberalism”, what, exactly, will be different between a “red state” and a “seceded state”, given sufficient time for the locusts to repopulate the “hearts and minds” of the respective populace?
Maybe I’m underestimating the power therein, but seems to me to be a pointlessly conflagrative and risky exercise. My contrary perspective on it? They’re paper tigers. Don’t split up the nation on their behalf. Take the fight to ’em, and take our country back.
I mean, why give “liberals” so much precious land that patriots before us fought so long and hard for, just because they (“liberals”, not patriots!) are a bunch of power-addled, by-any-means-necessary, whitey-hating moral reprobates?
In short, f*** secession. Beat the sons-of-bitches where they stand.