The Disgust

Unfiltered response to what you can't unsee.

There is much that brings furious disgust and rage to the mind and heart today when one witnesses the collapse of the United States from a “shining city on the hill” to an absolutely appalling, grotesquely eviscerated burst of infected and dangerous entrails.

In your cities we see hordes of weirdly still and contorted humans, bent over in tranquilized, frozen, and distorted poses while their skin and flesh rot away in tandem with the disgust that grips you at the sight of them. Mountains of seething and infested trash are strewn in massive pile after pile, for your rulers adore and proselytize unchecked and unrestrained filth.

Disgust, because you know this was inflicted.

Millions upon millions of criminal invaders pour unchecked through shattered and porous borders, flooding your nation with trash humanity designed to effect deliberate liquidation of a proud and competent culture into a fetid broth of garbage monstrosities. Your own flag is loathed and hated, your proud heritage obliterated by painted half-naked mobs of shambling, sexually mutilated adipose.

Fury, for your natural desire is to have them shot.

There isn’t any way around these observations. Your disgust grows as you witness narcissistic, horrific beasts strut in obsequious pride through your Congress and statehouses, their shameless vampiric desecration of common national identity matched only by their incomprehensible refusal to prevent traffic in children and the vicious, repulsive plunder of their people.

Rage, because it goes unopposed by hanging and rifle fire.

Your leaders are ancient geriatrics who gibber angry nonsense as they stagger unsteadily from stage to podium while crass and fawning media declare incessant breathless lies, designed to murder the truth of your eyes and deny open evidence of disordered brains and government through pervasive gaslighting.

You know this all goes beyond deliberate State crime into treason and genocide.

Your planes rain in burning incompetent pieces from the sky and your trains plow through incessant hordes of thieves who blast and rend and strew the debris of your industry, commerce, and productive effort into landscapes of incomprehensible hell. Your industries are gone, passed from your own nation, thrown with disregard into foreign lands as vicious, gluttonous, and cynical financiers rape your economy and the very future of your people.

They bear no expectation of consequence, let alone justice or vengeance.

Your State officials and officers and political appointees are all complicit in this, without restraint or accountability, and they grovel as naked, masturbating slaves before the oligarchs of international organizations who alternate between demands of reduction of your diet to insects, the removal of homes and shelter from financial reach, and shrugs of disinterest at ugly infernos that incinerate your agricultural centers.

They have abandoned all consideration of your humanity.

Virtues in your culture have fallen with dizzying plummet to befouled levels of officially sanctioned crudity and bestial horror. Your sisters and daughters are become prostitutes, your armed forces a mere parade of multicolored infantility, and this bitter collapse of civic and martial capacity accelerates while your oligarchs blow massive wealth overseas into insane hopes of incendiary global conflagration and drums that beat for nuclear ignition.

They do not even regard the utter bankruptcy of your nation.

Thousands of billions of dollars in debt and impossibly soaring liabilities scream to ludicrous heights, second by second, a ticking detonation that cannot possibly be reversed; a coming crash like never before seen in human history with wretched spiral into penury and despair that cannot be redeemed, only burnt away into ashes.

You have permitted this!

And thereby foreigners will soon rule the raw and scorched land that once belonged to you and your fathers, now bereft of natural born pride in its people and heritage, emasculated and shorn, violated and starved, desecrated and blown into suicidal atomization from which it cannot recover without great storms and gouts of blood.

Do you not feel this disgust?

Do you not feel this rage?

Do you not swell with incandescent fury as enraged witness to the engineered fall of what once was the most brilliant, respected, and inspiring State of human achievement and free nationhood that humanity has ever seen?

Do you enjoy your forced genuflection before your murderers?

Does the muzzle of the slaughterer’s gun taste as manna to your bleeding lips?

You have allowed it and refused to stand against it. You have grudgingly and incessantly and no less willingly permitted this to ensue: your own degradation into mocked and hideous whores who sold their birthrights for not pottage, but poison.

You are beaten and whipped and destroyed.

Are you prepared to turn your torn and emaciated rear upwards to them for more?

What does it take for you to cease your groans of compliance with your own death?

What must happen for you to rise and fling off your stinking pall?

Americans have ten million upon ten million excuses for the state of their nation, the rot of their culture, and their own foul complicity in this horror beyond horrors. They limply raise their drugged heads and flap weakly against the rapacity of their bloody population managers, taking each blow of the truncheon with an uncaring and drooling idiocy that lost any self-respect generations ago.

Yes, this is objectively observable and the only possible response is disgust.

Yet there is a corollary to filth and garbage, to desecration and monstrosity.

Do you know what it is called?

It is called fire.

Fire in the mind, that tears apart for truth and rends curtains of illusions and lies.

Fire in the heart, that blasts towards final freedom with wings of rage and fury.

Fire in the hand, that raises great, deserved, and final consequence for evil men.

Today we witness this fire in the mind, born at last from our exhaustion of unbridled disgusts. Poured forth in words and posts and analysis and exhortations from those of the Hard and Dissident Right who have decided that they prefer to be bold targets, full guilty of lèse-majesté against geriatric monsters, rather than slaves who parrot weak and empty falsehoods.

You know this same snapping fire within your own heart, you who reads here, who grasps at these objective truths and recognizes with bitter and excoriating determination that you cannot any longer pretend that things are fine. You feel the sickening drop towards death of you and everything your fathers and their forefathers loved, protected, and left to you to defend and preserve.

We all see the fire coming in the hands of the Hard Right.

You see it. I see it.

And the foul and chittering monsters of the Left see it.

Make no mistake!

There are torches coming, and there will be grim and terrible denouement.

This is not promise, but observation of reality.

This is not threat, but recognition of inevitability.

This is not insurrection, but cascade of consequence.

This is not treason, but fuck you, it’s war.

Did you think there could be any other outcome?

Do the Left and their bloated viceroys, their screeching and self-mutilated viragos, their blatant poisoners and putrid enforcers, believe that coming justice is mere mirage?

Do you?

Do not pendulums swing, just as miscreants do when Men have had enough?

It is a strange and unusual hour.

There is odd stillness amid the chaos, not an eye within the storm but a weird and eerie pause, a lull of dull exhaustion, both sides spent and staring across our trampled and desecrated global field.

You know in your mind and heart that cruel and dominant shouts will quickly rise, and there will be great and unforgiving collision that precedes massacre.

If you cannot see this, then the disgust of Men belongs upon you as well.

Never mistake your complacency for proof of settled suzerainty.

Never mistake forbearance for incapacity.

Never believe you will be left alone.

That is not the Way, and you know that I speak the truth.

I am Ivan Throne.

I tell you this day that fire is coming.

There are hands to wield it, and boots to bring it.

With rage and fury and disgust, all gripped as tools of retributory war.

That is just the way it is, and has always been.

There is nothing new under the sun, and you should have known.

If you did not want this, you should not have brought it to be.

If you did not desire this, you should not have permitted it to continue.

If you do not ache for vengeance, you are not an American born of your nation but a degenerate and discounted churl who has no title to any prerogative.

Think well on this, and think carefully what side you will land upon when the blades rise and the shouts bellow and the ground shakes with murderous and retributory boots that will not stop until the dreadful, inescapable work is complete.

You asked for it, and it will arrive very soon, for this hour is dreadful and late.

Son of America, be worthy of more than disgust!

You know where you must stand, and who will boldly stand with you.

We have sworn that Men do not leave their brothers behind.

We will keep that oath, and ringing boots are heralds of brightening consequence.

Form ranks! Join the Movement. Make no apology for your furious, disgusted rage.

Bring it to the field with a vengeance.

Grand rising!