[From "What is Southern Fascism?"]
Southern Fascism is showing up with your legally armed and regulated militia to protest the proposed building of a mosque in your town, succeeding in shutting the muslim colonizers down, and later that night enjoying your victory around a bonfire. Southern Fascism is walking into an invader owned store just to tell them to get the hell out of your state, and then driving the extra miles to support your fellow White man, thanking him for his service each and every time you frequent his business. Southern Fascism is denying the charities for Haiti and North Africa, in order to donate to your own folk when they need a helping hand.
Southern Fascism is stonewalling the pompous blacks in the gym, and seconds later shaking a White elder’s hand, smiling warmly and always referring to him as, “Sir.” Southern Fascism is lifting heavy in the morning and pickin’ and grinnin’ at night. Southern Fascism is walking through a crowd of invaders in a parking lot, forcing them out of your way, and then stopping to help an older White lady load groceries into her sedan. Southern Fascism is holding the door for your own, and only your own.
Southern Fascism is pissing on Abraham Lincoln’s grave, and then defending the Robert E. Lee statue from being torn down. Southern Fascism is shooting holes in the, “I’m with Her” signs, driving across town, and shooting holes in the Trump signs too.
Southern Fascism is pulling into the largest White Nationalist meeting held in 15 years, riding in a giant White truck proclaiming, “UNRECONSTRUCTED” in large White letters on the back window, the bed filled with proud White Southerners, the Stars & Bars flying high.
Southern Fascism is laughing at the mexican walking down the side of the road, and then pulling right over to tow your fellow White man out of that damn Georgia red. Southern Fascism is shaming wiggers and never embracing an alien, no matter how, “based” they look in their “Rebel” hat.
Southern Fascism is waking up early to wet a line, but arriving promptly at 11:00 a.m. to take your Granny for brunch at her favorite buffet. Southern Fascism is baked chicken and hot sauce, green beans and yams, NO potato salad, NO cobbler. Southern Fascism is iced tea, NO sugar.
Southern Fascism is naming the JEW, and calling the state of Israel what they are: a den of vipers. Southern Fascism is going to a church where your scholarly and righteous pastor preaches both sides of God’s true nature, and does so with a loaded 9mm under his vest. Southern Fascism is disciplining your children when they err, and blessing them when they make you proud.
Southern Fascism is correctly judging when a dog must be put down and not hesitating to do so, but weeping the loss of a loyal friend later. Southern Fascism is making “Jack Hinson did nothing wrong” memes and always referring to the “War of Northern Aggression” by this only acceptable title.
Southern Fascism is courteously explaining exactly what you love and support, and everything you stand for, with NO compromise and NO apology. Southern Fascism is joining the Sons of Confederate Veterans and refusing to disrespect your forefathers that bled for their people and this land by flying that damn federal flag over their graves.
Southern Fascism is being the only man to loudly protest White dispossession in your city council meeting, while everyone else insists upon sitting there “politely.” Southern Fascism is waiting patiently when arguing with an urbanite, only to better prove them wrong when they falter. Southern Fascism is telling your woman what to do and how to do it, and maybe giving her some loving later, if it’s not hunting season.
Southern Fascism is loving your people more than any other earthly possession. Southern Fascism is the unrelenting preservation of our sacred heritage and rich culture. Southern Fascism is respecting the people that brought us here, and the men that fight for it now. Ultimately, Southern Fascism is us; one united brotherhood, the heirs of a pioneered inheritance, and the mentors of the future South.