The Wrath of the Saxon

The recent saga of Anna Nicole Smith has demonstrated far beyond discussion or dispute where the hearts and minds of the U.S. public are. As an analyst and tactician, I can tell you that it tells you all you need to know about the reasons we are in the state we are, and what the future holds. We're going down because we're too arrogant and self-interested to know the danger we've put ourselves in.

The coffins here are just part of the price for your sickening state. There will be more. The military industrial complex who rules here has all the same attitudes, just in far more colossal proportions. You, too, "Americans," are something to exploit – prostitute is a synonym for "exploit" in this case – and they’ll get to you, too, sooner or later. Capitalism is exactly what it says it is.

First, however, (also reminded by the photos) I need to get a couple – a few, actually – things out of the way. Lately, I’ve gotten a raft of “invitations” to join this or that group, each supposedly intending to aid this or that group of abused people. I’ve begun replying like this:

“I only help others personally and in the flesh. There are several reasons for that, not the least of which is the fact that money sent to “charitable organizations” all too often is like money sent to the U.S. government in the form of taxes. I trust no further comment is necessary.

“As ‘Knight-Errant’ (now Knight Errant Associates), I do what I can, none of it in the form of funds. That’s as it was with my country. I defended her with help I thought she couldn’t waste (until Vietnam, now Iraq, I believed that, you see). I often bought those seemingly destitute and homeless a meal, I made investigations and defended, gratis, people beset by tyrannical officials, and that sort of thing – I often taught people to help themselves - but I don’t give people money. The United States government demonstrates daily what happens to money given the dishonest and dishonorable.

“If I can help otherwise, I will.”

Next, and by way of answer to more mail, something from the Bible: “Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.” (1 Corinthians 13:4-7)

Love, I said, is a one-way street. I have it on pretty good authority, what?

Then, in another vein (definitely):
Not many things make my ass as tired as what seems to be a nation beating its breast about whether we are offending this individual or group and their native country or culture. After the World Trade Center attack on Sept. 11, not-so-mirabile-dictu, we experienced a groundswell of patriotic fervor.

I know because everywhere I went, pursuing my hobby, bicycling, I picked up flags blown off cars and lying in the gutter. The ostentatious patriotism of waving the flag wasn’t matched by the respect necessary to stop and recover our national symbol. That’s patriotism, today’s “American” style.

There was more, though not so obvious. The debris had barely stopped falling from the World Trade Center when that same ostentation began offending others in a different manner. Our patriotism, the political correct crowd said, was offensive to foreigners. If it weren’t bad enough that those here legally complained, even those here to steal somehow managed to draw the sympathies of pandering politicians and their supporters. It takes your breath away sometimes, like the illegal alien college girl who recently had the chutzpah to complain that she felt put upon by the complaints of citizens being defrauded by her contemptuous actions.

Now, I’m not against immigration, sure as hell not by people from Mexico like those with whom I worked in the fields when I was a kid. Just stop and let us make a record that you’re here. We won’t treat you like we’d be treated if we were to sneak into your country, that’s sure. I’ve got nothing against anyone who comes here looking to make a better life (besides, you’re in for a helluva shock – our media lies like a rug about all that).

One thing, though – spare me the bullshit about how our population is almost entirely made up of immigrants. First, it isn’t so. I, and most “Anglos,” were born here exactly the way most people on earth were born in their native country (that’s what the world means, you know). Everybody – except Adam and Eve, maybe (you have to think about that, too) – has ancestors who immigrated at some time. Besides, none of that has anything whatever to do with the matter.

But there IS something everybody would do well to think about. It’s by Kipling, and called “The Wrath of the Awakened Saxon.”

“It was not part of their blood,
It came to them very late,
With long arrears to make good,
When the Saxon began to hate.

“They were not easily moved,
They were icy — willing to wait
Till every count should be proved,
Ere the Saxon began to hate.

“Their voices were even and low.
Their eyes were level and straight.
There was neither sign nor show
When the Saxon began to hate.

“It was not preached to the crowd.
It was not taught by the state.
No man spoke it aloud
When the Saxon began to hate.”

It was not suddenly bred.
It will not swiftly abate.
Through the chilled years ahead,
When Time shall count from the date
That the Saxon began to hate.

There’s another poem, too, also by Kipling and about those same Saxons. It’s worth reading and knowing, especially by those who seem so damned intent on infuriating the seventy-one percent of this nation that is still German.

"MY son," said the Norman Baron, "I am dying, and you will be heir
To all the broad acres in England that William gave me for my share
When we conquered the Saxon at Hastings, and a nice little handful it is.
But before you go over to rule it I want you to understand this:--

"The Saxon is not like us Normans. His manners are not so polite.
But he never means anything serious till he talks about justice and right.
When he stands like an ox in the furrow with his sullen set eyes on your own,
And grumbles, 'This isn't fair dealing,' my son, leave the Saxon alone.

"You can horsewhip your Gascony archers, or torture your Picardy spears;
But don't try that game on the Saxon; you'll have the whole brood round your ears.
From the richest old Thane in the country to the poorest chained serf in the field,
They'll be at you and on you like hornets, and, if you are wise, you will yield.

"But first you must master their language, their dialect, proverbs and songs.
Don't trust any clerk to interpret when they come with the tale of their wrongs.
Let them know that you know what they're saying; let them feel that you know what to say.
Yes, even when you want to go hunting, hear 'em out if it takes you all day.

"They'll drink every hour of the daylight and poach every hour of the dark.
It's the sport not the rabbits they're after (we've plenty of game in the park).
Don't hang them or cut off their fingers. That's wasteful as well as unkind,
For a hard-bitten, South-country poacher makes the best man-at-arms you can find.

"Appear with your wife and the children at their weddings and funerals and feasts.
Be polite but not friendly to Bishops; be good to all poor parish priests.
Say 'we', 'us' and 'ours' when you're talking, instead of 'you fellows' and 'I.'
Don’t ride over seeds; keep your temper; and never you tell 'em a lie!"

The theme of these poems is rooted deeply in history. During most of my early years, I was steeped in German tradition. We are slow to anger, it said, but terrible once aroused (need I mention the last two World Wars?).

Enough of that. There are simply some things you need to understand. This is a German-based culture. The Protestant work ethic, our way of life, is German. The theme of our Declaration of Independence, and our Constitution, that all people have something called “rights” – it’s a German word, you know – is German.

On the other hand, the idea that the United States is a multi-cultural community is being used to dilute our national identity. We have our own culture, our own society, our own language and our own lifestyle. It’s almost entirely German. Our unique culture and way of life developed over centuries of struggles and victories by millions of men and women who have loved freedom in a way only the Saxon German understands. We speak English, a German language (and nearly spoke plain, Hochdeutsch German, incidentally), not Spanish, not Portuguese, not Arabic, Chinese, Japanese, Russian, or any other language.

What do I mean? I mean that if you want to live here, to become part of our culture, learn the god-damned language!

There’s more. "In God We Trust" is our national motto. This is not a sectarian religious statement. Where the hell you got that idea, none of us will ever understand. It’s not some Judeo-Christian, right wing, or political ideology. It’s not one of your half-baked, superstitious chants or slogans. The nation adopted the “In God We Trust” motto for the same reason that the Sprichwort – that’s a German custom, too, by the way – is so much a part of Germanic culture. The people who founded this nation were theists – people who knew they were creatures of god, and subject to his rules. That damned simple (read Thomas Jefferson, if you need to; in fact, read our history, instead of obviously self-serving running off at the mouth).

The truth is that we are happy, most of us – the so-called silent majority - with the culture we have and have we have no desire to change it. We don’t, frankly, really give a good god-damn about how you did things where you come from. If it was so damned good there, why are you HERE? This is our country, and it’s our way of life. None of us wants to live the way Africans, or Mexicans, or Guatemalans, or Russians, or Arabs in general, live.

And we don’t care to have you wave your foreign flag in our faces, either. Any day now, you’re going to go too far, and have the damned thing shoved right up your asses.

Frankly, no matter what our humanist and feminist liberals say, we don’t give a damn what you think. WE have the right to speak our opinion, but in our country, we expect that same behavior from you that we would expect were you as an individual guest in our homes – the good grace to mind your manners and watch your mouth. If you want to demonstrate, go home and do it – where it might do some good (it doesn’t, it didn’t – or you probably wouldn’t be here).

There’s one right you do have, however. That’s the right to go home. None of us will stand in your way. It’s true that we’ve let ourselves be taken over by militarists who will stop at damned near nothing, including using our own citizenry like condoms or ass-wipe, but that’s our affair – we sure as hell don’t need the added burden you represent.

We may have to defend ourselves against the outrage of nations like the one you came from, but we don’t need to defend ourselves from both outside and inside. We have enough problems. We don’t need illegal immigration, especially by people with the f------ chutzpah of Mexicans who get caught being here illegally, to say nothing of using social and education programs intended for our citizens, yet say they don’t think they’ve done anything wrong. Are you nuts?

We don’t need, either people like the nitwit humanist liberal Florida legislator who said the other day that she found the word 'alien' offensive when applied to individuals, “especially to children.” “An ‘alien’ to me,” bubble head said, “is someone from out of space." Note the fractured English. That kind of peculiar ideation is exactly what’s gotten us into the “pickle” we’re in.

We need to hear from that (German) “silent majority,” and I have an idea we’re about to. The experiment in Saxon ethos and personal liberty that was the United States of America is about to undergo cataclysmic metastasis, the wages of societal excess and ideological repudiation of its essential character. When the attempt to assimilate people and cultures who represent the very antithesis of the Germanic ethos that birthed and energized it is done, it will nevertheless recover.

Having watched what it knew was inevitable happen, the “silent majority” will re-build their nation, wiser and less tolerant of the forces to them obviously responsible for its collapse.

To the others, latter day and earlier immigrants legal and illegal alike, you might be well advised to read those poems again. The Wrath of the Saxon is real.