The most recent target of politically correct thought crime enforcement is Rand Paul’s social media man, Jack Hunter, a.k.a., “The Southern Avenger“. Several years ago, I was a big fan of his biting social criticism. I’ve kept an eye on his political transition from courageous defender of his folk to craven instrument of libertarian prattle, disappointed to have lost such a gifted and productive man to the enemy.
Like an infected victim in a sci-fi alien abduction flick, his rhetoric gradually evolved from that of sovereignty, identity, and tradition to globalism and greed. While he had once objected to the Third World invasion as a threat to our heritage and identity, he now embraces it as an economic opportunity, having switched his allegiance from common working folks to agribusiness lobbyists.
VDare has delivered the definitive verdict on Mr. Hunter’s situation, “Then They Came for Jack Hunter…They Can Have Him.” Unlike Jason Richwine, who has my unqualified support, “The Southern Avenger” has become “The Anti-Southern Apparatchik”. He’s glad Abraham Lincoln beat the South into submission, he’s a champion of the insidious and fallacious “Civil Rights” historical narrative, and he’s eager to help strip America of what little sovereignty and identity remains.
He’s released a statement on the “recent attacks”, framing his capitulation and degeneration as a progression toward being a respectable adult . . .
Today’s article that brought my not-very-hidden radio pundit background to light does not accurately reflect me or my full, or true, views.
The hit piece very accurately reflects your views at that point in time. Your work was anti-statist, patently pro-White, and on target. Top notch stuff.
The role of a radio host is different from that of a political operative. In radio, sometimes you’re encouraged to be provocative and inflammatory. I’ve been guilty of both, and am embarrassed by some of the comments I made precisely because they do not represent me today. I was embarrassed by some of them even then.
As a “political operative”, sometimes you’re encouraged to be a sniveling douche. Perhaps you’re embarrassed about that even now?
I am also no longer a guy who judges beer drinking contests in a wrestling mask. Things change. We all hopefully grow up.
“Grow up” is essentially your thesis. You’re implying that stewardship of one’s authentic folk community is immature while pitching a synthetic dehumanizing reductionist atheist and capitalist ideology is “grown up”. Personally, I ditched my copy of The Fountainhead before I was old enough to purchase liquor. Robert E. Lee, Stonewall Jackson, and hundreds of thousands of your slain forefathers who were infinitely more mature than either of us are surely rolling in their shallow graves. As a fellow thirty-something who came of age alongside you, I’ve also striven to “grow up”. The difference is that my lodestar is “honor” while yours is “respect”. I may not have the institutional titles, respect, and fame you’ve earned through selling out, but I still have my soul and I still have my allegiance to my people and their defense. I still have my honor.
I abhor racism and have always treated everyone I’ve met with dignity and respect as individuals. This was true in the past and it is true now.
We all, aside from some alienated cranks and paid provocateurs, treat people we meet with basic dignity and respect regardless of their heritage or identity. That’s a cop-out and a slander on the White Advocates and Southern Nationalists who you know damn well aren’t mean and hateful individuals.
The controversial comments are also but a fraction of my decade of writing and talking about conservative, Tea Party and libertarian causes.
It’s funny how that works: You drink sweet tea for the better part of a decade and nobody calls you a Sweet Tea Drinker, but you’re a racial secessionist for the better part of a decade and everybody calls you a racist. You committed the unforgivable sin in the anti-White eyes of your despicable paymasters, and they’ll eventually throw you under the same bus you’re throwing us under. That’s the problem with playing for a team that’s driven by worldly respect rather than transcendent honor: if your presence poses the same threat to their access to the system’s trough that our presence posed to yours, you’ll join us here under the bus . . . no matter how many times you squeal like a liberal professor about Rosa Parks’ fight to sit at the front of it.
I have also written columns over the years promoting African-American history and politics, and many other writings that tell a far different story than what the headlines portray today. Not surprisingly, the reporter chose not to balance her piece by citing any of those columns.