I know a lot of y’all are tired of reading about the Confederate flag; after all, it means little in its own right. But Media-Government-Corp suddenly gave the Rebel flag a lot of new power by trying to ban it. It’s almost like the word “nigger.”

I can’t help myself. The first couple of times I did something unpopular in front of the public, it was difficult. But over time, I’ve gotten used to it. These days, it wouldn’t be a stretch to say I’m addicted to it. I get a rush out of pissing off a lot of people all at once – particularly when they’re leftists. I’m not going to change their minds (those minds are already owned by the “one-percent,” as I told one just today), and I have no respect for them. To me, they’re like animals in a zoo. It’s fun to rile them up and watch their antics. They make unintelligible noises and wild, primitive gestures with their paws.

Two friends accompanied me today. A husband/wife team. I’d brought a smaller flag for them. We started, as before, at Pioneer Courthouse Square and there were lots of people there. Right away, we met an older gentleman from the South and we struck up a conversation. But most people were hostile, especially as we made our way toward PSU campus. We got many threats and jeers, along with the occasional “finger” – for diversity of course. At some point, we got a police escort.

We crossed through the campus and got to the sports field, where a soccer game was afoot. A couple of lovely young Christian ladies approached us and asked why we were doing this. When I explained to them that “hate” had nothing to do with it, they grew sympathetic. So much so that when a young male student came over with his video device, and made it clear how hostile he was, the ladies came to our defense, pointing out that he was far less tolerant than I was. Even though the young ladies did much of the talking, the student refused to point his video at them. After a while, an official-looking man and a campus cop told us to leave. They said it was “private property” and that we needed a permit to hold a protest there. When I asked if tax dollars pay for the campus, the official said only 10% of it is paid for with tax dollars, the rest being from tuition and private donations. Not wanting to get arrested for trespassing, we made our way back downtown, where there were more people anyway.

One little old Asian woman told us, as she passed, “you shouldn’t be awoud to do that in pubric.” If she doesn’t believe in freedom of speech, then why did she come to America? That was a rhetorical question.

As we approached Pioneer Square again, it was clear that certain men were following us. Some of those men accosted our female companion when she’d entered a shop to get something to drink. They threatened her with violence if we didn’t leave.

We did meet several sympathetic people. One young man from Texas told us how, back home, they fly the “redneck flag”¬† with pride, and that nobody messes with that flag over there. A young couple congratulated us for our courage, and said he’s glad somebody’s taking a stand for freedom of speech. Another man greeted me with pretty much the same words a bit later.

Toward the end, there was a black man following us closely. There was some concern that he would follow me onto my train, but instead he ended up debating my friend (the husband) and told him that his only intention was to make us feel as uncomfortable as our flags made him feel.

I just got back from walking all over downtown Portland with my full-sized Confederate battle flag. I started at Pioneer Courthouse Square, where a couple of Hispanic men asked me what flag I was holding. I told them it represents the downtrodden and oppressed. That it’s a symbol large corporations, and wealthy special interests want to abolish. They smiled and wished me luck.

Since there weren’t many people in that location, I chose to walk a few blocks to the Portland Timbers game, which was taking place just then. On the way, a man stopped me and thanked me for taking a stand. he shook my hand.

As I got closer to the stadium, I got some negative reactions from passers-by. I made sure to fly it on the overpass, so that passing traffic could see it. At the stadium, I waved it high, so that the hundreds of thousands of fans could see it from their seats. I had a conversation with one of the workers there, who understood my motivations, and gave me a “pinky handshake” through the fence.

Walking back toward the Waterfront, somebody shrieked obscenities at me from her car. She kept yelping until her voice grew raw. It gave me great satisfaction; let the leftists endure some of OUR “propaganda” for a change.

It was difficult to distinguish between the thumbs-ups and the “f-you” fingers I was getting from cars, so I just smiled at everyone and kept walking. A couple of people commended me for my courage, but expressed concern for my safety. All the negative reactions I got were from white people. Blacks seemed to be more amused than anything else.

Going through Waterfront Park, I had a few vulgarities hurled at me, and I posed for a couple of photos as well. One photographer has already sent me one of his shots. it’s included at the end of this post. One construction worker proclaimed, “Now that’s my man!” At about the same time, another shrill leftist was barking at me to “take that sh-t to Alabama etc. etc.”

Why did I do this alone? Because, unfortunately, I couldn’t find anybody to join me. Why did I do it in the first place? Because the battle flag, in and of itself, is neutral. It neither hates nor loves. It doesn’t hurt, or help, people. The stadium worker asked me why I didn’t pick another symbol, one less “hateful.” The answer is that I was not the one to pick this symbol as the one I chose to defend. It was corporate America, and wealthy special-interests, that chose it for me. They have far more power than I do. With their billions, they’re able to purchase the minds of the masses, and brainwash them into demonizing an entire people: Southerners, and any historic symbol that’s associated with them. I explained, to the stadium worker, that this symbol is not just a symbol of Southern whites, but of Southern blacks as well. It was a black student who fought for the right to fly the Confederate flag from his dorm room.

I did it in order to exercise my freedom of speech while I still can. One young man, sitting in his car, commented, “I thought that was illegal!” Some day it might be, but for the time being, I’ll use my rights to the fullest – to show my support for the downtrodden, and to piss off leftists.

Considering the amount of attention I attracted, and the many photos that were taken of me, I’m guessing this stunt will have shock-waves. Either way, I hope to do it again.

The photographer just sent me the shots he took. I’m not particularly fond of the pose, but it was at his request.


No, I didn’t fight in the War Between the States; I’m not that old. But I did purchase a nice hat, while visiting the South, that features the battle flag.

I wore it for a while, until the novelty wore off, and then I shelved it away – for no particular reason. But now that the various propaganda mills, which pass themselves off as “news outlets,” are bombarding us with negative messages about the Confederate flag, I feel that this is a good time to take a stand and wear it proudly.

Not that I’m a Southerner, or even a neo-Confederate, but I do cherish my freedom of speech. Of this I’m proud. Also, I see the ongoing repression of all things Southern as the persecution of a people. It’s cultural genocide, and good people all over should raise their voices against it.

If the Confederate flag is banned from major retail, and online, outlets, then this forbidden fruit is all the more sweet for my palate.

I went shopping this evening (wearing my hat), and after checkout, the young woman across from me looked straight at me and announced:

How rude!

I was certain she was talking about my hat, but then she continued…

I’ve never seen such a rude checkout woman!

I said she was probably just having a bad day. We must always be kind and civil when wearing a Confederate emblem.

I was with a friend in downtown Portland today when we noticed a large group of teenaged girls marching through the street with signs about slavery. We caught up with them at a park a few minutes later and I asked about the nature of their protest.

I spoke to one of the directors of the march, a young lady named Avital. She told me that sex slavery, especially of underage girls, is a huge problem in Portland. I wondered if she was familiar with the scandal in northern England, where authorities allowed native girls to be exploited, raped and murdered for years because they feared being called “racist.” She said she was familiar with it.

Then I asked her why all the protesters were white, with a smattering of Asians, and included not a single black girl. I had previously been informed that they were from St. Mary’s Catholic school for girls. According to their website, they are about 5% black and 5% Hispanic. What I was getting at was that, if this protest was against slavery, one would expect some participation from their black students. Apparently, this is not the right kind of slavery for black students to be overly concerned with; most of the victims are white.

Avital’s reply was disturbing:

Unfortunately, Portland is about 70% white so we just don’t have the diversity.

I told her that I don’t see that as a problem. I said that I’m glad to live in a white city. I pointed out that my Chinese friend (who was with me) doesn’t consider it a problem that his city, back in China, is almost exclusively Chinese, and that the blacks of Detroit don’t consider the fact that Detroit is almost completely black to be a problem.

At this point she turned pale and her jaw dropped. I doubt she’d ever heard any sort of pro-white sentiment before today. She then excused herself from my presence.

I think it would be a good idea to seek out groups of high school students and give them pro-white flyers that tell them there is nothing wrong with being white, that it is not a deficiency if a city is majority white, and that they have every reason to be proud of their heritage.

I went ahead and customized some t-shirts online. Yesterday I wore one around downtown Portland and the PSU campus. This sort of thing will get a lot more people thinking than some post on an obscure blog. Thanks to Countenance for coming up with the slogan “Question Diversity.”

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAAt the entrance to the university

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAAt the university office of colored people and perverts*

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThe ultimate goal of “diversity” on campus

Only one person confronted me about the t-shirt; most people are cowards. This particular individual implied that, since the U.S. was founded upon land stolen from Native Americans, we should let the Native Americans from the south flood over our borders. I pointed out to him that not all Native Americans are the same. That Central Americans are not indigenous to this land.

It’s also worth pointing out, if we take the European versus Native American narrative at face-value, that just as genocide was wrong then, so too is it wrong today.

About a week ago, a Christian group was protesting in Portland. They handed out flyers that stated:

RAPE AND ABORTION ARE WRONG FOR THE SAME REASON. They are both violent acts of aggression against other people’s bodies. Human beings who are conceived in rape should not be punished for their father’s crime…

Without getting into the abortion argument, I think most of us can agree that if we were to identify a specific individual adult as having been conceived through rape, that we shouldn’t go ahead and kill him.

Yet this is essentially the argument I encountered on campus yesterday. The man was saying that the United States, as a society, deserves to be murdered because it was conceived in rape generations ago. I think that even most Native Americans would agree that they’d rather live in our modern Western society than in the stone-age, as their ancestors did. I would venture to say that most Native Americans would not want the United States to be destroyed – and replaced by something like a cross between Brazil and Mexico, neither of whom have good track-records regarding their own treatment of their indigenous populations.

*Note that I have nothing against perverts; I’m one myself.

I’ve finally had a chance to settle in from my recent trip. Here are some photos from the conference. Better late than never!


John Derbyshire delivers his talk about Chinese culture versus Western culture.

I wish they’d get rid of that cardboard placard, and replace it with something more substantial and permanent-looking.







While waiting for my plane at Nashville airport, I happened to see one of the Amren speakers, John Morgan, wandering about. When I greeted him, he said he was confused as to which gate his departure flight was going to use. Glancing at his boarding pass, I informed him that we were on the same flight and that he was in the right place.

Our plane was a fairly large one, holding at least a couple hundred people, and it was full to capacity. But it so happened that my assigned seat was 12A, while John’s seat was 12B. What are the odds?

When I told him about my wireless network trick, he told me that he had noticed my network a while back Рas he got online several hundred feet away. He figured, based on that, that one of us was lurking among the crowds. You might say that we had extended the conference for the duration of that flight.

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