Motivational Message

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From over the transom:

Two Sundays in a row, I figure that I truly ought to have been in Church, being a sinner and needing all the Redemption I can get. Every minute in those classes (AR basic & IPC) was time well spent, however.

In lieu of the inspirations we’d have likely gotten were we instead in the Lord’s House, I came upon this passage early Sunday that I considered appropriate to the occasion. I pitched Sam the idea of a brief diversion, but he said “Negatory, Ghost Rider, the pattern is full.”

Perhaps after reading this (and the rest of the original), he’ll be otherwise inclined next time around.

A reading:

“You effect the growing of the corn, but everything you effect, everything you do, has its effect upon you. The growing of the corn, and Mother Earth, have more effect on you, so that you are Pablo- a part of Her birthing and Her growing and Her fruiting. Her gentleness, Her everlasting life and living. You will live forever, Pablo. Be glad you no comprendes the storms that move across the currents above Mother Earth; for the storms come con fiero, with ferocity grande, but die quickly. They too are a necesidad, but they do not live long. So it is with Josey Wales.”
“And you?” Pablo whispered after a long time. “What are you, Chato?”
The vaquero laughed softly. “Me? I am the tumbleweed that rolls with the wind. And, niño?”
“If you do not sleep, and fall asleep tomorrow in the saddle when you are needed, Josey will shoot you. When I can see and count the spines on yonder cactus, we will ride.”
Pablo crawled back to his saddle. He lay for a long time watching the stars that winked between the scudding clouds. For the first time in his life, he was glad he was Pablo. The words of the vaquero stirred something backward through time, before his people had been yoked by the Spanish. He felt Indian.
Against his back Mother Earth felt alive. Her rains were holier than the water flicked upon him from the pot of the Spanish priest. Vaguely, drifting into sleep, he wondered if the vaquero was a pagan priest from long ago. He slept deep, and was not troubled.

Here endeth the reading.

That’s a passage from chapter 6 of Forrest Carter’s “The Vengeance Trail of Josey Wales, sequel to “Gone To Texas” (upon which the movie “The Outlaw Josey Wales” is tightly based). Pablo Gonzalez is a peon, a person of no importance, who has but one arm; the other was hacked off so that he could continue as a farmer but such that he would not make a good soldier nor martyr. He had witnessed the Rurales’ brutality in Santo Rio and was invited to ride with Josey and Chato on the trail of vengeance, and to hopefully rescue Ten Spot, who’d been abducted. Rose, Kelly, and Melina were all dead.

Chato is the vaquero, and can ride and tend cattle as well as he can fight and kill. He lives by the same code as Josey and is considered by Josey (and Laura Lee, Granma, Lone Watie, and Little Midnight) as their “kinfolk”.

Josey is the man whose word carries the iron of life and death, iron that no signed paper can carry. In the comments of the WRSA blog, recently, there was some brief discussion regarding the movie dialog, and I made it a point to look up the author and the book. I wanted to see how much of that dialog (and story) came from the original.

Rough calculation: about 98%.

Some internet references tried to paint Carter dismissively as simply a racist, so I guessed that perhaps that squirrel(!) was intended to dog-whistle patriots away from the story (which turned out to be, thankfully, stories plural). And the writing turned out to be very non-racist, and extremely reflective of our current storms coming con fiero, with ferocity grande.

The Confederacy and the despicable Union. The political shenanigans cloaked in benevolence. War. The guerrilla. The Comanche. The Apache. And the Cherokee. The displaced and swindled and the scorched earth. The Mexicans and the Spanish and the Indians. Great and honorable men engulfed and slaughtered by the wicked. Treaties and laws chiefed by the double-tongue. This is a story of who we are, and what we face. Just as then and very soon again, the concept of kin will be redefined, and refined.

I am Pablo, and I am Chato, and I am Josey Wales, alone, a guerilla fighter.

You may be, too.

I highly recommend everyone prioritize this two-book set to the top of their reading lists.

As great as the movie is, the book is greater still.

You would not make peace with the blue-coats.

Get some rest, and don’t fall asleep in the saddle.

24 responses to “Motivational Message

  1. Alfred E. Neuman

    Reblogged this on The Lynler Report.

  2. Today’s wisdom at the top of the page-

    “The best chance for freedom in North America is a peaceable group of independent nations with wildly-different economies, cultures, and polities which embrace rational trade amongst their peers, forswear first-strike violence within and without their borders, and stand ready, willing, and able to slaughter anyone who violates those terms.”

    Sez who?

    • And if true, how ya gonna get there?

      I don’t mean the breakup of the existing nation(s) (Is Canada included, being in North America?); any collection of sufficiently-equipped, similarly-motivated persons of any political stripe can BREAK something.

      I mean the establishment of “independent nations”?

      That implies the existence of at least two things I have seen denigrated on these pages: established defended borders, and laws enforced upon populations.

      Personally, I’d prefer to go back to the intent of the Constitution, wherein we had 13 — now 50! — independent States, each with most of the sovereignty of a nation, having delegated certain national-level activities to a central collection of hirelings subject to periodic review and retention/replacement. Come to think of it, that fulfills ALL of the wished-for items in “Today’s Wisdom”!

      • “Personally, I’d prefer to go back…”

        Who wouldn’t? Anything even semi-sane would be vastly better than this. Doesn’t matter—humans come in only one gear, forward. We build it or we don’t.

        • outlawpatriot

          Why you motherfucker! You denigrated me for my view with regard to a return to original precepts.

          You’re a piece of shit Klein, you know that?

      • The basic question re-stated: How are we, in the absence of controlled borders or enforced laws, expect to establish this dream of “a peaceable group of independent nations” with the described characteristics?

      • (Corrected)
        The basic question re-stated: How are we, in the absence of controlled borders or enforced laws, expected to establish this dream of “a peaceable group of independent nations” with the described characteristics?

  3. Colorado Pete

    “I reckon so.”
    Saw the movie when I was a sophomore in college. Read both those books back around ’79 or ’80. Good stuff.
    Jeez I’m gittin’ old.

  4. Jeffery in Alabama

    Great stuff. Carter also wrote “The Education of Little Tree”. It is another great story that indirectly takes aim at aspects of “fighting the system”, individualism, and self reliance in the backwoods of Appalachia. I too have read and heard (local television stations have ran several segments on the life and times of Asa Carter) of Mr. Carter’s background. Regardless, all mentioned are some of my favorite books I was fortunate to read them at an early age. Don’t fall asleep in the saddle!

  5. Grenadier1

    I wore this frock coat in Washington, before the war. We wore them because we belonged to the Five Civilized Tribes. We dressed ourself up like Abraham Lincoln. You know, we got to see the Secretary of the Interior. He said, “Boy! You boys sure look civilized!” He congratulated us, and he gave us medals for looking so civilized. We told him about how our land had been stolen. Our people were dying. When we finished, he shook our hands and said, “Endeavor to persevere.” They stood us in a line–John Jumper, Junior McIntosh, Buffalo Hump, Jim Pockmark, and me. I’m Lone Watie. They took our pictures, and the newspapers said, “Indians Vow to Endeavor to Persevere.” We thought about it for a long time. “Endeavor to persevere”. And when we had thought about it long enough, we declared war on the Union.
    – Dan George, as Lone Watie,

    One day when we have thought about it long enough, after we have endeavored to persevere long enough, we will declare war on the Union.

  6. One of my Navy buddies was from a little town in SW Missouri, a little place called Appleton. Beautiful country down there, rolling hills, wooded bottoms, real nice. Poor bastard wanted me in his wedding, so I drove down there for the event. His brother lived across the road from him in a house that they said was the sole standing structure in the county during the Civil War, and then only because it served as a field hospital. The entire county was purged… fields and structures burnt, livestock killed and/or consumed, people displaced because of the possibility of them providing support to Confederate Guerillas.

    That’s where Josey was from, in the movie? Guerillas from both sides scoured the hell out of that whole area, it was the blue ones that happened to be bigger in the end.

    Guys, your peaceful split idea is not quite as believable as that damn Coke commercial you tried to feed me as a kid. There will be a slow slide, we’re doing that now. There will also be an end, a break and a fall, about that quick.

    Josey: “You’re gonna have to get plumb mad-dog mean”.

    Probably better to do it before everything you love is taken from you… might be able to save some of those things that way.

  7. The blue coats can come crawling to me on their bellies, and beg me to sign some scrap of paper indicating their unconditional surrender, and I might let them live. There are no conditions of peace I will sign with them, and I will always be in a state of war with them. They never honor their word, and they are a collection of liars, murderers, thieves, rapists, and pillagers. My words to them are Death. Why would it be anything else? What do you think their intentions are for me?

    • Jimmy the Saint

      Oh, I’m a good old rebel
      Now that’s just what I am
      And for this Yankee nation
      I do not give a damn.

      I’m glad I fought against ‘er
      I only wish we’d won
      I ain’t asked any pardon
      For anything I’ve done.

      I hates the Yankee nation
      And everything they do
      I hates the Declaration
      of Independence too.

      I hates the glorious Union
      ‘Tis dripping with our blood
      I hates the striped banner
      And fit it all I could.

      I rode with Robert E. Lee
      For three years there about
      Got wounded in four places
      And I starved at Point Lookout.

      I caught the rheumatism
      A-campin’ in the snow
      But I killed a chance of Yankees
      And I’d like to kill some mo’.

      Three hundred thousand Yankees
      Is stiff in Southern dust
      We got three hundred thousand
      Before they conquered us.

      They died of Southern fever
      And Southern steel and shot
      I wish they was three million
      Instead of what we got.

      I can’t take up my musket
      And fight ’em down no mo’
      But I ain’t a-goin’ to love ’em
      Now that is certain sure.

      And I don’t want no pardon
      For what I was and am
      I won’t be reconstructed
      And I do not give a damn.

      Oh, I’m a good old rebel
      Now that’s just what I am
      And for this Yankee nation
      I do no give a damn.

      I’m glad I fought against ‘er
      I only wish we’d won
      I ain’t asked any pardon
      For anything I’ve done.
      I ain’t asked any pardon
      For anything I’ve done…

      • Thanks. I love that. The South fought for the White Race and the North against their own Race and best interests.

  8. It seems White Patriots are beginning to identify with the Mexicans, beginning safely with fiction and past events. Stockholm Syndrome and Surrender without a Shot.

    Let’s all be like Fred and Jeb! Get ourselves Mexican or Mexican Jewish wives. Then we can claim victory at the Alamo much like Jorge said the problem could be solved by just legalizing all 34 million of them.

  9. Yeah that’s what Stormin’ Bob Dornan said. To paraphrase, So what if future generations of Americans have dark hair and eyes and speak Spanish. They’ll still be Americans. To his utter amazement, the Mexicans voted him out of office in favor of their own – after all he had done for them.

    It matters. No one else can be us but us. America is a White and Western Culture or it nothing.