Civic Nationalists, Nero, and The Foxes

Both directly and via link-posting at WRSA, our attention was drawn to Z-man's latest.
It isn't all right, and it isn't all wrong.
But for reference purposes of the discussion, RTWT. It only takes about 2 minutes.

The current state is gravity, working, since the Immigration & Nationality Act of 1965, and the Amnesty of 1986. The floodgates were opened for "Diversity", not merit.
Everything else is two generations of proof that demographics are destiny.

White South Africa was doomed the minute they didn't treat their indigenous problem the way everyone else in world history did.

In case no one told you, no one builds a nation composed of part terraforming colonists, and part acid-blooded Aliens. But only in sci-fi is reality placed so starkly. And Paul Reiser's character has been the Dem leadership and the GOPe CoC types, since ever.

If Oz let aborigines become 98% of their population, or lets the Indonesian muzzies get to that point, they'll suffer the same fate as the SAfricans.

So will we.

There's nothing wrong, per se, with civic nationalism.
There's a problem pretending it exists when you both raise and import a huge and fecund demographic that neither believes in it, nor holds allegiance to it.

It becomes even more manifest when they seek to vote their way into power, and you stand around watching right up until Kristallnacht.
(And nota bene, if your collective response at that point is to form an orderly line at the train station, and sew yellow stars on your jacket, you deserve everything that happens to you afterwards. Everything.)

It's also why democracies never work, but republics do.
Democracy is two wolves and a sheep voting on what's for dinner.
A Republic is the sheep with an AR reminding the wolves to sod off.

At some point in that example, the population either drops to one, or by one.

We're almost at the point.
Which way our history forks is an open question.

The biggest mistake of the democracy-pushers is assuming that real life is the analogy.
Because we aren't sheep, they aren't wolves, we can count, and we're perfectly willing to try this experiment again, minus any wannabe wolves. And two headshots, and democracy is a whole new ballgame, henceforth.

If you want it non-PC, if this nation was only the white 'burbs, the crime rate is Lichtenstein. The biggest issue is what to do with the wheelbarrows of cash, and all that leisure time.

If it becomes the Diversity Ghettoes, it becomes Brazil, or Mogadishu. The issue becomes surviving another 24 hours.

Ain't nobody sitting still for that.
The only issue is whether the still-majority waits until the machete-wielding Hutu mobs start showing up to culturally enrich us all, before they take an active interest.

You will find no enthusiasm hereabouts for wearing a white hood and burning crosses. That idea is a non-starter. And there are, in fact, quite a number of Americans who didn't happen to be born here. We've met them, and they're really a thing.

To quote Sgt. Buster Killrain, "Any man who judges by the group is a peawit."

But if the other side insists on acting like a tribe instead of a republic of free individuals, they're going to jump start things in an awful hurry, your skin will become your uniform, and voting lists will become a weapon. Mark my words.

Anyone too stupid to see the lower elevation of this slippery slope deserves the chance to explore its nether end first-hand. Unfortunately, many brighter than that will too.

Anything you can do to level that slope, or backfill it, is a service to the republic.
If you have to finally fill it in with the corpses of those pushing you and yours towards it, so be it.
And that includes those who want to burn everything down now, just to jump-start what comes next.
An arsonist is an arsonist, not a friend, nor an ally.

Samson famously tied torches to foxes' tails to create chaos and destruction amidst the enemy.
It's a valuable military and political lesson, and one helluva funny tactic.
Oh, and they burned his wife and father-in-law in response.

But pay further attention: he did not afterwards gather those foxes into his arms, dote on them, and put them in his chicken coop as a valued member of the household.

Those of you itching to tie a torch to your tail, and turn yourselves loose on society, mark it well:
I'll be just as happy to nail your hide to the barn door come morning, just like always.

The lesson of urban renewal via Nero burning Rome is a warning, not a handbook.
And anybody itching to napalm a country to save it is not your friend nor mine.

If you can't wait for civil apocalypse to throw out the baby and the bathwater, you've come to the wrong shop, and you're not going to like what happens to you after that.
The impatient, the small-minded, and the half-assed revolutionaries aren't going to fare well, now, or hereafter. If you aren't smart enough to fight smart, best stay on the porch, and behind the keyboard.