One thing. It would be nice to live in a country again where you can drink the w

One thing.

It would be nice to live in a country again where you can drink the water. It would be nice to speak unstilted English and use my full vocabulary. It would be nice to exercise the social dance and continuous gameplay of our hyper-politicized speech. And where you can get real Heinz catsup for your burgers. And where the roads don’t rattle your bones.

I daily trade those niceties for some semblance of civic culture, food largely free of preservatives, a world decorated by its most beautiful women, and the ever-present sense of family, tribe and race, free of the impulsivity and aggression that dominate the behavior of the lesser peoples. And for premium labor at drastically discounted prices.

They do not love here as we love. Their love is closer to family, safety, and duty. We seek soul mates with whom to celebrate our privileges. They still seek husbands and wives with which to secure some sort of happiness amidst scarcity.

But why do we have the choice of companionship for joy rather than sustenance and safety? And they do not? Rule of law.

They have had no militia. No responsibility for the commons. No rule of law. This is what separates what we call the Germanic and Protestant sphere from the merely Christian.

There is no source of liberty other than militia. There is no source of prosperity other than militia. Because in the militia, every man earns the franchise, in exchange for preserving sovereignty of all men.

Every man a sheriff. After that, the choice of familial civic culture (protestant) or personal hyper-consumption(jewish) is one of preference or class.

Conservatism is an emprical order.