41 Comments to "Merry Christmas!"

  1. james hamilton's Gravatar james hamilton
    January 8, 2013 - 7:13 pm | Permalink

    Thank you

  2. Edgar's Gravatar Edgar
    December 31, 2012 - 1:43 am | Permalink

    A very belated, very merry Christmas!

  3. kip's Gravatar kip
    December 27, 2012 - 7:29 pm | Permalink

    @Rehmat: Reply with: don’t celebrate Hannukah. Keep the happy; drop the hate!

  4. Bobby's Gravatar Bobby
    December 27, 2012 - 4:15 pm | Permalink

    @Rehmat: Unbelievable balls. It’s only possible because people like those Silverman, can clearly see in whites, the obvious weakness and degeneracy that millions of whites have when it comes to believing in anything but the almighty dollar.

  5. Sir Tristram's Gravatar Sir Tristram
    December 27, 2012 - 10:36 am | Permalink

    Hail to Theseus (aka MacDonald)!!! A Happy New Year!!!

    The Breaking Mould

    by Donald Davidson

    “O King,” the atheling said, “how the time of man
    Is like to a sparrow’s flight from door to door
    Of a hall where men sit feasting, and fire is warm.
    From cold and darkness it comes. It is safe from weather
    A moment only; then into the dim and outward
    Winter it flies again. Does a man speak now
    A word more certain than this? Does the tale of Christ
    Speak a better word? Then I bid thee follow it.”

    The long-haired thanes were silent in hall, and Aedwin
    Stroked at his beard. He took the priest’s thin hand
    Into both his great ones, hairy and scarred. He bowed
    For the blessing of Christ his body, clashing with mail.
    The Northumbrian shields upheld an alien captain.
    The body of Christ was king in the circle of spears.
    And lo, I was seized, marching from Baltic forests,
    Or pressing beyond the Danube, the Rhine, or the Seine.
    Salty with wash of the fjords, rimy with sea-spary,
    I in my great boar-helmet was seized and won
    By a lean priest whose eyes were kindling with dreams
    Of the blessed Rood. I was gentled with Latin hymns,
    Cleansed with holy water and crowned with thorns,
    And told to remember a sin I had not known.
    The hammer of Thor was fallen forever, and Odin
    Looked upon Asgard sadly. Twilight came
    With a mild Christian splendor of bells and incense.
    The Goths unbuckled the sword. The sons of the Goths
    Remembered the saints in stone with arches leaping
    Heavenward like my soul from the desolate earth.

    But now a hammer shines in the hand of Luther
    Nailing the ninety-nine theses on a door
    At Wittenberg where sparks fly up. Tyndale
    Burns, and Scotland’s burning. A voice cries,
    I tell thee, Master Ridley, this day we light
    A fire, O such a fire, shall burn and never
    Shall be put out. Now merry England’s burning,
    And I, dancing with sinful friends on the village green,
    Heard voices crying out of heaven, Fly!
    Fly from the wrath to come! And as I slept
    I dreamed a dream of Beulah Land for which
    I fought on Naseby Field, and later sailed
    To a land not Beulah Land. With my father’s claymore
    I still fled sin to the western mountains. There
    The hunting-shirts were bowed at Watauga Old Fields,
    And Samuel Doak, before King’s Mountain, prayed
    To the ancient god of battles. Are these not blessed,
    The stern lips of mountain men who pray,
    Firm in search for god so many a year?
    And to me Evangelist came again in the blare
    Of a cornet under a canvas tent, a borrowed
    Piano tinkling a washed-out music, a sweating
    Choir vaguely exalting the youthful blood
    Of sinners —

    Brother, are you a Christian? Are you
    Washed in the Blood? Oh, Brother, sinful Brother,
    Come while the choir sings Number Seventy-nine
    And give me your hand. God bless you, Brother. God
    Bless you, young man. Will there be any stars
    Any stars in my crown when at evening…

    When at evening, I, a man conceived in sin,
    Walked, unthoughtful of sin, I saw overhead
    Vega, against the murk of space, and Mars,
    A reddish bulb swung closer to this globe
    By a few million miles. And Ursa Major
    Hurled west against the beating of my heart
    Forever, I said, the sun will rise and dawn
    Will break again forever. The moon will turn
    Its dry face toward the clutching earth, and men
    Will walk as I have walked and ask the same
    Clean question of a God that never answers…

    When at evening I, a man conceived in sin,
    Walked, not professing sin, I felt a cloud
    Darken the windows of my brain, and death
    Looked coarsely in. I said, this mortal plasm
    Living by process of all centuries
    Not yet has died. The seed is old as man,
    Remainder and sum of many bodies, soul
    Of infinite souls, an indestructible life.
    Then say not, death, I shall not clench this hand
    To-morrow…to-morrow I shall not see this sky.
    Say not to-morrow this bright urgency
    Of looks and words must pass. Oh, come away, death!

    I who have no ending cannot know
    What it is to end. I who have had no beginning
    Know life only. Beyond, by either way,
    Is God, whose answer has not come to men
    But in the rumors of men – a gypsy race
    Who flaunt their pride in legends of old glory
    Half-forgotten, repeated as a charm
    For comfort’s sake when wind blows cold and death
    Stands at the road’s edge, a shadow beckoning Stop.

    But still men dare to speak for God and shape
    Their fumbling answers into a mould to keep
    The quick proud spirit against the outer dread
    Of spaceless terrible things. God is the mould
    So many times cast off, so many times
    Clay on the wheel again. For if ever the soul
    Moves in its changeful dreams, the mould must break.
    It is my restless soul that stirs. It is
    My soul that will not be contained in the dead
    Plaster that other hands have made. It is cramped
    And like a child within the womb it must
    Begone from that which gave it life. It rends,
    It cleaves its way, and there is agony.

    But if I pass you by, O House of God,
    It is not now in scorn. I would not sit
    In the seat of the scornful or walk in the way of sinners.
    But men are greater than the house they build
    Even the House of God. And the prayers of men
    Are mightier than the altars where they bow
    Their wounded heads in one eternal wish.
    I seek the joy of life. I seek the God
    Who will not tame the manliness.

    Three men am I. And one with pagan blood
    Startles at dawn to find no sword at his side,
    No hound to answer his horn, no charger ready,
    No ashen spear by the wall, no throng of men
    Bearded, shining with mail, in the smoky hall,
    No noise of the feasting of gods in high Asgard.
    And he says in his teeth: Now who has bewildered me
    A thousand years with a doctrine of strange tongues?
    Who clad me in strange garments? What smooth saws
    Were whispered into my ear by Eastern voices?
    What were the swarthy faces, what the drug
    That sank me into slumber? I am not
    Of the blood of Hebrews. Who gave me over to Hebrews?
    After a thousand years I have not learned
    The voice of the Hebrew God or the Hebrew way.

    The second man of me is Puritan,
    Who learned of a godly mother the Ten Commandments
    And read the Good Book through at the age of twelve,
    Chapter by chapter. The hymns of country choirs
    Haunt my tongue. The words of stately men
    Speaking from ghostly pulpits forbid me still
    From shameful things. And youthful prayers arise
    Unbidden to my lips in hours of dread.
    Woman is sacred still, and wine is a mocker,
    The words of God are written in the Book
    Which I will keep beloved though earth may speak
    A different language unto those who read her.

    The third man was born to weigh the sun
    And love the clean cool sureties of matter.
    Whatever God is, this man does not guess.
    He is content to know what all things do
    Or can be made to do. How little is man,
    He thinks, reckoning the life of stars, and yet
    How easily things beneath the stars may serve
    This little man’s great will. No question shows
    The cause behind a cause, for ever there are
    Unmeasured causes still. He had rather walk
    The observant friend of the world as it looks to be,
    And move with it among all active things,
    Using them all, or maybe used by them.
    And if he die – why, many men have died!
    And what is God? Well, what He is, He is =
    Some Great Electron, not yet trapped ore seen,
    But there or not, whatever our debates.

    In elder days than these men saw the gods.
    Red-bearded Thor in a goat-pulled chariot came
    To Thialfi’s hut. Men sat at meat with the god,
    Tearing the goat-flesh, jesting over the mead
    Till the rafters rang and the gold-haired maidens laughed.
    And once on a misty dawn by a norther ford
    A ferryman answered a stranger’s call, received
    Into his boat an old man, one-eyed, gray-cloaked.
    The shore was touched. And then the charmed man saw
    the gnarled figure straighten and tower. Fog
    Swirled round the breast of Odin. The golden voice
    Spoke farewell to a man who sat with oars
    Poised in a breathless trance. And on that spot
    He raised a cairn of stones and slew a horse,
    Sprinkling the blood while solemn runes were chanted.

    Evangelist, you who called to me on the curb
    And waved an inviting hand toward the vacant seat
    Beside you in the car, hear this my question:
    How can three alien men be reconciled
    In one warm mind that like the sparrow flies
    In a great hall lit for feasts and the laughter of men,
    And would be glad before it goes forever
    Out of the opening door? Oh, give me a scroll
    Written anew, for where I pass are lions
    Walking chainless and devils that will not flee.

    The mould breaks, and God must arise again.
    And you, my known or unknown friend, believe
    that my notion of God is less than my notion of you,
    For somehow man encloses the only God
    With whom I dare be intimate. I have heard
    The brave laughter of men who were fated to die
    And cannot think that God surpasses them
    In finite beauty – and my world is finite.
    And you, beloved, it is no April fire
    That brings my lips to yours again. It is
    No sudden springtime burning in the veins
    That soon must slacken. This is the deepest flame
    Ever given to man, the love of life
    Summed up in you, for what we have learned of God
    Is not yet more mysterious, is not
    More powerful a life than this we share,
    Companions, lovers, in one destiny.

    -Donald Grady Davidson, The Breaking Mould,
    from The Tall Men collection of poems, 1927

  6. December 27, 2012 - 8:39 am | Permalink

    Not so fast. David Silverman’s group ‘American atheist’, says; keep shopping but dump Christ.

    The group has put up a billboard in New York City’s Time Square that reads, “Keep the Merry! Dump the Myth!“

  7. December 26, 2012 - 12:20 pm | Permalink

    Happy Christmas from Britain – north west Europe.

    There’s a weak but still noticeable thread from stonehenge and Brittany and other prehistoric white sites, through to the present day. Let’s hope it’s never completely severed.

  8. dixie's Gravatar dixie
    December 26, 2012 - 10:13 am | Permalink

    Um… for MANY christians, the world over, “crusade” is an evil word, and involves the Genocide of White people, such as the Hugenots. Please refrain from Genocide of whites on this holiday!

  9. dixie's Gravatar dixie
    December 26, 2012 - 10:11 am | Permalink

    I’m sure the millions of WHITE CHRISTIANS killed in Crusades aren’t sure what this site is driving at—with its reference to the crusades that killed their white christian families.

    Yule involves bringing in everlasting greens, the yule log, and the recitation of ANCESTORS, (for the white people celebrating); this is not the drunken eating and reversal of “Slave-Master” roles and role playing, and wearing masks, of the carnival of Saturnalia, which the southern europeans celebrated at that time.

    For being a “white site,” this is all very insensitive of the White Christians killed by the “crusaders” (i.e., Genociders of whites).

    On Christmas, at least, one expects better, imo.

  10. Mickey Meadows's Gravatar Mickey Meadows
    December 26, 2012 - 9:18 am | Permalink

    @Luke:

    “I’m sure that the 66 plus million White Europeans who were systematically mass murdered by the jewish Bolsheviks who ran the former USSR shared this belief, as well. ”

    Nor would they have been wrong to think so. There is nothing in the small print that says I am going to survive, let alone live to see it. Nor you, nor anyone. But if we think there is something hugely ‘right’ about the European people…something big and important enough that the Universe itself, if it could think…would actually really care about the outcome. Then at that level, the level of peoples and races, it is something we can believe in, because it is True, that ultimately, no matter how hard it is to see standing here now, we will as a people prevail.

  11. Luke's Gravatar Luke
    December 26, 2012 - 7:46 am | Permalink

    @norm s: I’m sure that the 66 plus million White Europeans who were systematically mass murdered by the jewish Bolsheviks who ran the former USSR shared this belief, as well.

  12. Theodora's Gravatar Theodora
    December 26, 2012 - 5:14 am | Permalink

    A very Merry Christmas from the Netherlands!

    I learned a lot from this site. Thank you!

  13. European's Gravatar European
    December 26, 2012 - 3:25 am | Permalink

    Merry Christmas to all TOO producers and readers.

  14. December 26, 2012 - 1:32 am | Permalink

    @George Herouvis:

    Ditto.

  15. Papa Bunsen's Gravatar Papa Bunsen
    December 26, 2012 - 1:10 am | Permalink

    Merry Christmas to all!

  16. Fenria's Gravatar Fenria
    December 26, 2012 - 12:39 am | Permalink

    God Jul and good Yule!

  17. Richard's Gravatar Richard
    December 25, 2012 - 11:10 pm | Permalink

    “To be corny as hell, your site is a gift that keeps on giving.”

    I don’t think that’s a corny thing to say. And I’m glad you said it because… it’s good to express genuine gratitude.

    I agree with you — this site is very special.

    Merry Christmas, T.O.O.

  18. fender's Gravatar fender
    December 25, 2012 - 10:50 pm | Permalink

    Merry Christmas all.

  19. Michael's Gravatar Michael
    December 25, 2012 - 9:38 pm | Permalink

    Merry Christmas!

  20. Daybreaker's Gravatar Daybreaker
    December 25, 2012 - 9:27 pm | Permalink

    Merry Christmas!

  21. George Herouvis's Gravatar George Herouvis
    December 25, 2012 - 8:55 pm | Permalink

    Although I’m not a Christian, I do wish all the Christian Men of the West a very Merry Christmas. We of the West, of all faiths and none, let us prevail: for the cost of failure will be measured with the blood of our children and the ruination of the world.

  22. Tom's Gravatar Tom
    December 25, 2012 - 8:02 pm | Permalink

    Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

  23. Sean's Gravatar Sean
    December 25, 2012 - 7:56 pm | Permalink

    @Sandy:

    Well they said 95% of Canada would have snow on Christmas, but something like the same percentage of Canadians wouldn’t see it.

    Imagine my surprise (just outside Toronto) when great flurries of snow started coming down as I left midnight Mass, and it stuck around until this morning. Can’t beat that kind of timing.

  24. Sandman's Gravatar Sandman
    December 25, 2012 - 7:37 pm | Permalink

    Merry Christmas to all and let us renew our dedication to preserving our European heritage in the new year!

  25. Bobby's Gravatar Bobby
    December 25, 2012 - 7:36 pm | Permalink

    @Ralph: Good point. Merry Christmas all.

  26. Ralph's Gravatar Ralph
    December 25, 2012 - 6:22 pm | Permalink

    Yup. We need to circle the wagons and start aiming our cannons outward instead of at ourselves.

  27. sanjay's Gravatar sanjay
    December 25, 2012 - 5:43 pm | Permalink

    A very merry Christmas!

    May the West wake up soon from its suicidal course.

    May we preserve our homelands, Europe and America, preserve and advance our people, our fertility, our interests.

    May God bless us with health, wealth, strength, good fortune and large families. Amen!

  28. Trenchant's Gravatar Trenchant
    December 25, 2012 - 5:28 pm | Permalink

    Merry Christmas to all those who produce TOO and its readers.

  29. Sandy's Gravatar Sandy
    December 25, 2012 - 4:48 pm | Permalink

    Merry Christmas from wet and soggy Vancouver but if I concentrate really hard and pretend that the seagulls are snowflakes its a White Christmas after all.

  30. Bon, From the Land of Babble's Gravatar Bon, From the Land of Babble
    December 25, 2012 - 4:36 pm | Permalink

    Merry Christmas all!

    TOO is one of the best, if not THE best, most informative site on the entire Internet.

    My Christmas wish is that TOO stay open and operating in perpetuity to spread truth where there is none.

    Yes, as in the old Soviet Empire, the communist/socialist/totalitarian lies of multiculturalism and egalitarianism cannot be maintained because they defy human nature. The lies will collapse in on themselves — hopefully sooner than later.

    I’d like to get this over with.

    Bon

  31. justan's Gravatar justan
    December 25, 2012 - 4:31 pm | Permalink

    Merry Christmas to all from BC canada :)

  32. Rick's Gravatar Rick
    December 25, 2012 - 4:05 pm | Permalink

    @Norwegian:
    Merry Christmas to Norway

  33. Johannes's Gravatar Johannes
    December 25, 2012 - 3:43 pm | Permalink

    Thank you for this.

  34. Norwegian's Gravatar Norwegian
    December 25, 2012 - 3:40 pm | Permalink

    Merry Christmas to all of you white people out there. May 2013 be the year we break free from Satan’s children, the money changers.

  35. Pagan Roman Emperor's Gravatar Pagan Roman Emperor
    December 25, 2012 - 3:39 pm | Permalink

    That was very touching, but come now, the lions are hungry, and this mob wants a show. Panem et circens 2012.

  36. Sean's Gravatar Sean
    December 25, 2012 - 1:56 pm | Permalink

    A very merry Christmas to you and yours, Professor Macdonald, and to everyone else here on TOO. To be corny as hell, your site is a gift that keeps on giving.

  37. Rick's Gravatar Rick
    December 25, 2012 - 1:30 pm | Permalink

    Merry Christmas to Kevin MacDonald
    and the whole crew of the Good Ship
    “Ethno Occidental”

  38. Rick's Gravatar Rick
    December 25, 2012 - 1:21 pm | Permalink

    Amen,
    Thanks for everything
    2013 The Year of Rebirth,
    Renaissance,Renewal & that
    “Slumbering Giant” of Ethnos
    will Awaken from the Zog Matrix
    or will fade away forever.
    They will also fully embrace some
    of the common sense strategies
    of the tribe, most importantly a
    conscious & pervasive & encompassing
    Strategy of implicit & explicit ethnic
    networking & inclusion.
    Or fade away forever

    Hip Hip Hooray For Ethno Supreme Commander
    Kevin MacDonald

  39. omop's Gravatar omop
    December 25, 2012 - 1:20 pm | Permalink

    Merry Christmas to Dr. Mac and all.

  40. norm s's Gravatar norm s
    December 25, 2012 - 12:16 pm | Permalink

    In the long run evil will always lose to the Truth. Keep the Faith

  41. Wolfhound14's Gravatar Wolfhound14
    December 25, 2012 - 12:05 pm | Permalink

    Amen!

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