On love and hate

jm-hill-lrgThe left accuses us of being “haters.” Of course they mean such an epithet to do us harm by marginalizing us from “normal” society. They also mean to convince us that we must avoid “hatred” at all costs and at all times. It is a bad, bad thing with no exceptions!

I don’t know about you, but I think it is impossible to really love without being able to really hate. After all, God himself tells us that there is “A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.” (Eccles. 3:8) He also tells us that “Jacob have I loved, but Esau have I hated.” (Romans 9:13). And there is more–go look it up for yourselves.

I have a sneaking suspicion that the left, including the SPLC, secretly fears our hatred more than anything else and will do all they can to tamp it down and keep it from emerging like a full force gale. They know what fury it will bring down on their heads once it is unleashed against evil, especially since our people tend already to have skills and tools. All we lack is the motivation and will to use them in defense of those things we love. That is where the hatred–and the corresponding deep love of our own Folk and civilization–comes in . . . and the left knows it and fears it. Hence they will do anything to demonize this most fundamental of human emotions, especially in the Alpha Males whom they most dread.

Let us close here with a poem, one of my favorites to suit this particular occasion:

by Rudyard Kipling

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.

Learn to hate–and love–well, my compatriots!

Michael Hill