As the World Burns

Yesterday, I walked into the setting sun and I knew it would rise again. We have nothing to fear and yet that is all that is peddled by the powers-that-wish-they-be. Fear. While there are genuine dangers in the world, especially during this time of great upheaval, fear need not be our governing emotion; fear is where mistakes are made and tyrants are born. Be wary. Be mindful. Be vigilant. Be not afraid. Be rooted and remember who you are and all that brought you to this place and time; whatever is firmly rooted will weather the coming storm.

Consider the Caucasian who has been told he has no roots, no culture, nothing to fight for or preserve and so he looks the other way, wholly absorbed in this or that screen while his ancestral lands are invaded by motley, brown hordes ~ a mass just as coerced and manipulated as any “privileged” white man. The refugee or the economic migrant ~ pick any label ~ is poked and prodded into wandering thousands of miles from all that is familiar. The spinners’ ax is hacking and slashing at their roots as well, even as their sleek blades cut into yours and mine.

Why does the African, the Arab, or the Mexican leave hearth and home behind? He has been lied to, convinced there is no hope in the soil under his tired feet, convinced that he “deserves” all that the so-called first world has to offer. And what is that, exactly? A meaningless, indoor existence made tolerable by all the techno-gadgets we trip over ourselves to buy as we slowly get sicker, weaker, and further enslaved to The System. Another reason ~ and there are many ~ is to destabilize and uproot us all. Then, when the leveling of the mono-culture is at last complete, there will remain only the elites who control The System and the serfs who work for it.

Racism? A convenient distraction. Environmental crises? An excuse to pump chemicals into earth and air. Terrorism? A sly means of eroding freedom, one law at a time. Look up! We have the same enemy. Sadly, few look up when they are glued to a flickering screen that tells them again and again to look to the side and blame anyone but the spinning spiders writing the scripts. The inconvenient and offensive truth is this: These brown hordes are not smart, organized, or enterprising enough to undermine Europe or America on their own and chasing them down is akin to scooping buckets of water out of a sinking ship while ignoring the gaping hole. Yes, their crimes should be punished. Yes, they should be stopped at the borders. Yes, they should be sent home ~ for their own sake. These deceived third-worlders simply lack the ambition and the mind-set for success in the modern world, and that is not an insult. Still, this is a war on two fronts and ignoring the commanders to focus solely on their cannon fodder will only kill us all.

Who will stand? I will take my stand on the soil that nourished my mother and her mother before her. My roots run deep and the only ax I wield is covered in bloodied runes aimed at the enemy. Do you hear it, whirling through the air? Contact with the heart of the beast is only a matter of time. Sharpen your blades. Fight back. We can do this, for we are each a teller of tall tales. Picture if you will a keyboard, hands striking the keys, writing page by page a book, the story of your life. Whose hands are hovering over the letters? Yours are. Start your world, but burn this one first.

Rachel Summers
Known as the Dropout Philosopher, Rachel Summers walked away from the Ivory Tower, spent a year in a motorcycle mechanics program, and started research for her first novel, CondAmnation, in a local Harley Davidson shop. Her novels are what some have called a journey into antinomian mysteriosophy, where socially sanctioned morality is turned on its head in order to shake out just a few drops of enlightenment.

Summers holds degrees in History, Comparative Religions, English Literature, and Philosophy but ran afoul of academia when her dissertation proposal was rejected as something that might cause a scandal or, worse yet, cause the check-signing alumni to sign fewer checks. Welcomed to stay and write if she accepted a pre-approved project, she chose to leave and vowed to cause a scandal indeed, whether with pen or sword. She is currently writing her fifth novel as well as articles for the Revolutionary Conservative and Europa Sun Magazine; thus far, the sword remains sheathed. You can buy her books at