March 11, 2007

Bad Eagle’s “I have a dream”

from the Psychotic Fantasy Collection

Now is the time to make real the promises of Dominion. Now is the time to rise from the desolate valley of the darkies to the sunlit path of white purity. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of minority whiners to the solid rock of warriorhood. Now is the time to make the Great White Throne a reality for all of God's children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of American Indian's whining discontent will not pass until there is a supremacy of the mighty White Throne. Two-Thousand and Seven is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Whites needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the White Man is granted his supremacy rights.

But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the Great White Throne: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of weakness and womanhood. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for domination by drinking from the cup of feminism and liberalism. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of loftiness and dominion. We must not allow our women to rise with us. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of the sacred fatherland.

The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the middle east must not lead us to a distrust other white warriors, for many of our white brothers have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny.

We are all warriors.

And as we war, we must make the pledge that we shall always war.

We cannot turn back.

Let us not wallow in the valley of darkies, I say to you today, my fellow warriors.

And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this white nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “The white male built the country."

I have a dream that one day on the white halls of the Throne, the sons of white warriors will be served by the women they own as master and slave at the table of the Great White Throne.

I have a dream that one day even the state of twisted liberal language, a state rank with shifting understandings and changing meanings will be transformed into an oasis of codification and stability.

I have a dream that ten little Indians will one day bow down and give homage to the Great White Throne where they will not whine about the color of their dark skin but be content with the character of their superiors.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day, all women, with their vicious evils, with their lips dripping with the lies of "feminism" and "equality" — one day little black girls will be able to serve little white boy masters, and white girls serve the wishes of their white masters.

I have a dream today!

And this will be the day — this will be the day when all of God's darkies will be able to sing with new meaning:

My country 'tis all white, sweet crosses we ignite, of whites I sing.
Land that my fathers made, land where white Pilgrim's prayed,
From every mountainside, white men are king!

And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.
And so let white men reign from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.
Let white men reign from the mighty mountains of New York.
Let white men reign from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.
Let white men reign from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.
Let white men reign from the curvaceous slopes of California.

But not only that:
Let white men reign from Stone Mountain of Georgia.
Let white men reign from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.
Let white men reign from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.
From every mountainside, white men reign.

And when this happens, when we allow the white men to reign, when we place the Great White Throne on every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, darkies and women, Jews and Muslims, American Indians and Liberals, will be able to worship and sing praises to the white master race:
Agree at last! Agree at last!
Thank the Throne, we agree at last!

— Bad Eagle

1 comment:

The_Editrix said...

Oh my oh my... those darkies! He reminds me of a little grey horse I once had. You know, horses don't like their grey co-equines because a grey coat is basically an abnormal state, which will give horses living under natural conditions away to predators. So they are chased away by their more lucky darker brethren.

Now this little horse... Every time we passed the big mirror in the indoor school, he made threatening faces at the annoying grey he saw there. Of course he realised neither that he was seeing himself in the mirror nor that he was grey himself...

Well, horses have extremely small brains and are mainly ruled by flight instinct. I can't help but concluding that this seems to apply to our SittingDuck as well.