Righteous Russia - Part 1

The Three Stories of Russia

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How long does it take to shatter the nationalist identity of an Orthodox Christian super state numbering in the hundreds of millions?

Approximately 70 years.

How long after such a fall does it take for such a nation to take back its Republic from corrupt oligarchs? Approximately eight years. But that’s a story for another day.

Today, in our journey not through detailed Russian history, but rather in the story of Russia that we in the West have been told. Nay. That we have been fed, we are going to focus on the Long Fall of Mother Russia, paying some attention to what might have been, more attention to what has been, and the most attention to what the powers that be have warned us will be, but that has not been.

I said at the beginning of this series that I don’t plan to tell you the complete truth of Russia, because I don’t know it. Where great patriots such as Patel, JustHuman and Will Zoll excel at the micro, and in so doing, explain our current invisible war in greater detail than I can see, I try to look at things in a macro sense. This can frustrate some, but there is a value in looking at a story, and I want to examine the stories we’ve been told, and see if any contradictions arise when we examine the story of Russia.

I know that the three stories above—what might have been, what was, and what will be—present three very different views of Russia. These are three parallel stories that seem to emanate from different branches of reality—of history—and that cannot be reconciled.

Unless, of course, the third story—the story of what Russia will be, and what Russia will do, especially to its hated enemy in the West—has been a lie all along.

70 years. That’s how long I said it takes to shatter the nationalist identity of an Orthodox Christian super state numbering in the hundreds of millions. At least, that is how long the Soviet Union’s red reign of terror lasted for our brothers and sisters in the far east.

From 1922 through 1991, the Russian Christian etched his suffering in blood, and devolved into cold, wind-blown despair. In fact, in the last 100-odd years, it is difficult to come up with a nation that has been the subject of a more thorough, enduring and complicated confluence of attacks, ranging from the morbidly martial (staggering death tolls in the two Great Wars humanity has yet witnessed,) to the insidiously subversive—that being the Bolshevik Revolution that resulted in the defeat of the Last Tsars, and in a century-long reign of communist terror whose scars will mar the Russian psyche for another generation or two hence.

In short, Russia has endured much since the rise of Vladimir Lenin, who rode the black winds of Prussian-Marxist ideology into the ghostly halls of the Tsars he replaced and into the dripping pages of a ledger so red the color took on his likeness.

Certainly we cannot cover all that Russia has endured, and certainly the Russian people are not the only ones who have suffered—and suffered greatly—under the oppression of the invisible guiding hand of history. But of all nationalist struggles in the modern era, none have been more sustained, none have been more wide-ranging and relentless, and none have failed quite as spectacularly as the campaign that has been waged against Russia and its people. A people who have never been completely broken.

In taking a look at what our brothers and sisters in the far east have endured, we in the far west might even imagine what would have befallen us had the Founding Fathers not set up shop an ocean away from the Princes of Orange and all their many-named and many-formed ilk.

Death tolls have a way of making the eyes glaze and the soul harden, but surely when they are staggering enough, they can give pause, and they can be illustrative. In the two Great Wars, the two World Wars, the Russian Republic that Tsar Nicholas II envisioned in the early 1900s lost approximately 30 million to war and all its consequences. After nearly 2% of its population succumbed to the initial war that would come to define all wars hence, the Russian people lost 15% of their population in the grand sequel, as they attempted to fend off the full might of the mobilized German puppets of Prussia with the broken infrastructure left to them by two decades of Soviet rule.

But numbers only tell a part of the story. To truly appreciate the fall of something, the change of something, we must look to symbols, and in history, there are no greater symbols than the men who lead, for better or worse. And Russia’s fall can be traced back to the imprisonment and execution of the last Tsar, this being Nicholas II. A man who found himself in the crosshairs of growing collectivist Super States from the Empire of Prussia all the way to the Isle of Japan. A man whose strides to end serfdom within the lands of Russia did nothing but accelerate his own demise, and swiftly thereafter, usher in the crushing oppression of the Soviet era.

For no nation has been so thoroughly crushed under the weight of Marx’s fully-realized ideals—and those of his controllers—than the Soviet Union of the twentieth century—the enduring image of false nationalism and true communism in history.

Among Orthodox Russian Christians, Tsar Nicholas II is sometimes referred to as, “Saint Nicholas the Passion-Bearer.” An apt name for the last of something. An apt name for a memory of what could have been, and a sorry transition into the red certitude of what has been.

With the victory of Lenin, Marx and the design and implementation of a true communist Super State, not only did the Prussian Empire have one of its key adversaries immobilized, but the budding empires of the West had the beginnings of their grand villain. What better way to keep one’s people focused on the benevolence of their ruling class than by constant comparison—70 years of comparison—to what could be. And Red Soviet Russia certainly fit the bill. All that was Russian was stamped out, silenced and killed. All that was totalitarian, and collective and disturbingly singular was left in its wake. And while the West had its villain—its great cautionary tale, and its ever-blaring threat—the Russian people had their enduring tragedy.

All this. Such an ignominious fate for a nation whose people has only ever fought alongside those in the West. Despite sending millions to die against the puppet Nazi regime and its early globalist handlers, despite rooting out and stamping out Islamic extremists in the Caucasus before Americans knew the difference between a Sunni and a Shia, and despite holding a credible claim to being one of the most misfortunate victims of the last century, to be painted as villain for decade after decade, and with no open conflict in our shared history and, most likely, in our shared future.

That fate is more than happenstance. That fate is by design.

From World War 2 to the Korean War to Vietnam to the faceless War on Terror, Americans are no strangers to good villains. Villains to rally against, and join together in the face of. But the prime evil, the prime threat of Russia has permeated the histories of each of those conflicts and more, lurking in the shadows, emerging as an eminent threat only when hot conflicts cooled long enough for us to be reminded of the final conflict. The conflict the controllers, the globalists and the enemies of sovereignty had drawn up for us since ousting its leadership 100 years ago.

And what about those among you who say this reputation is earned? That communism changed form, but that the form it wore longest and best was the Soviet Form? That the threat was very real, from JFK to Reagan and every mercilessly cold period of war in between, and that only shrewd political maneuvering and the threat of the righteous west kept the threat from being actualized?

Let’s say I grant you that. What, then, of the Russian people? The people who sent tens of millions of their sons to die to fight against the very communists who later enslaved them. The people who watched as generations of sovereigns were prosecuted and persecuted under the yolk of tyrants. The people who watched their great leaders dragged out and killed, their fighting men sacrificed on a globalist altar, and their culture trampled and merged in a grand, enduring Slavic depression.

It is true that Russia as it could have been was broken, and changed. And even after the dissolution of the Soviet Union, corrupt oligarchs swooped in to rebuild the fallen Soviet empire in their fascist image, burying an exhausted and beaten populace under the dread realization that capitalism was just the latest glimmer of false hope out of the West. That only by returning to collectivism could the people rise up once more under a New Bolshevik Revolution, and this time, to do it right.

The people, of course, saw things differently, and at the close of the twentieth century, they chose a different path, one that led to the birth of a Republic much like the one Tsar Nicholas II might have envisioned. But that is the story for Part 2. Now, I want to transition from Russia as it could have been, to Russia as it has been, to Russia as the controllers, the media, the powers that be have told us will be … decade after decade after decade.

This is not the Russia that Russians dreamt of in the early 1900s. This is not even the Russia they experienced under the communist nightmare of the twentieth century. This is the Russia that was propped up on marionette strings and made to dance for audiences in the West through the Presidencies of the 60s, 70s, 80s and much more recently.

In short, this is the image of Russia you know. A false image, if ever there was one. A thin veneer of mindless communist zealotry painted over a devoutly Christian, nationalistic and prideful core.

This false Russia bleeds communist red, churns out dispassionate, robotic machines of war in the form of men who look so much like us. Images from Hollywood and popular culture have cast the Russian as the prime evil of our time. But surely Soviet Russia is not the only cautionary communist tale. What of Mao? What of Cuba? What of Venezuela and the rest?

Why, in this context, has Russia come to symbolize all that is the antithesis of Western freedoms? Is it simply because the Red Soviet speaks to some deep part of the American psyche? That it represents some long-dormant terror, to see ourselves or those much like us rendered submissive and subverted, brainwashed and feigning pride in a massive fascist machine that cares only for progress and never for liberty? That the only happiness that should be pursued is that of a collective nature? A happiness of the State on the sacrifice of the common man?

Does the Soviet cyborg remind you in any way of the Bush-era subversion of the American Patriot?

Has any entity drawn this image more clearly and consistently than Hollywood, who so readily retreats from the image of an antagonistic China despite all evidence to the contrary? This entity of illusionists and collectivists has drawn the Russian so deeply into the collective unconscious of the Western Man, that to be Russian, to speak Russian, to SEEM Russian is to seem threatening by definition. By virtue of being Russian.

Is it not a curious thing, for a people to fear those whom they appear like, who share so much in common, from faith to courage to everlasting resolve in the face of oppressors? Is it not strange to fear a nation that fought against Islamic extremism even more staunchly than ourselves? Is it not strange to fear a nation that has resisted and rejected Prussia’s reanimated corpse of central banking while rebuilding itself by subsisting on the riches of its own lands, much like a certain President recently reminded us to do? Is it not strange to fear a nation that fought with us, and not against us in the two Great Wars of our time? Is it not strange to fear a nation that has survived the evils of both communism and unchecked oligarchic fascism, and come out with firm rejections of both, while maintaining an overwhelming majority of Christian faith in spite of it all?

From the constant media prodding of the Kennedy Administration to not appear weak in front of the salivating tiger, to the bravura of the Reagan era in the war so Hot they called it Cold, no villain has ever threatened us through our own media so consistently without ever so much as throwing a stone in our direction.

The narrative took a break in the wake of Reagan’s destruction of a famous wall, and the controllers in America turned their attention to demonizing our own society in the 90s, leaving the weakened communists to the side in favor of mass incarceration and the vilification of Americans to Americans. The Russian villain faded into the background now that his joy at shedding his red paint was apparent for the world to see. But he would return, from the open tension of the Obama Administration to the open threat of the fated but never actualized Clinton Administration. The drumbeats rose again. Russia was no longer communist. Russia was no longer red. But Russia was still a tiger stalking, waiting to strike, and the tiger’s stripes had not changed, even if his form had.

Rather than the desperate, hungry Soviet tiger, Russia was recast under the Obama-Clinton regimes as the growing, gorging Soviet bear, grown too fat and powerful on its natural riches, and in its increasingly nationalistic populace, to ignore. From an insidious communist regime to a terrifying opposite in nationalistic zealotry, the only consistency in the image of Russia has been its role as archetypal villain in the American zeitgeist.

Despite Clinton threats of no-fly zones over Kazakhstan and despite the most obvious attempt at a color revolution in decades when Poroshenko’s Ukraine decided to rise up against its hated Russian tyrants, only to lose the secrets it held of the Deep State while the tiger closed his claws around the peacekeeping keystone of Crimea—the closest he has come to striking out against his enemies yet—we have not seen our grand war.

Peace through strength, they told us. The tiger is cunning, but afraid, they promised. But someday, it will attack. Someday, when our back is turned. When we are surrounded. When we abandon our friends, whom we need. When we reject globalism and collectivism. Then, the tiger will strike, and we will have the Final War, the war embedded into the subconscious mind of every Western Man of the last century.

A war that will be embraced, because it has been willed. Because it is destiny.

A war that will never arrive.

Which brings us back around to the why of it all, and the closing of this piece.

If the Russia that could have been is a dream, and the Russia that has been was a nightmare, why lie about what Russia will be? Why the third story of Russia?

The answer could lie in the founding of America, and in its ensuing century of unbridled economic and individualistic success. Surely the United States represents the truest existential threat to the Globalist Deep State of any sovereign nation. But could the last Tsar have had more in mind for his people than bread lines and Marxist genocide?

Could the freeing of the Russian serf class have been the first hint of the future plans for a grand Russian Republic? One poised not to oppose, but to stand alongside the American Empire?

History is marked by the killing of great men, and both Russia and America have seen great men come and go. Why, then, has the United States come through it all better?

Because the sovereign man is the sovereign nation. Because freedom was baked into our founding, and forged in our blood.

But the Russians have had their taste of sovereignty in the last twenty years, after a century of subversion and enslavement, and they don’t seem eager to give it back.  

Why Russia, then? Why cast the tiger as evil rather than good?

Because the only thing more dangerous to the Deep State than one massive, self-reliant nation of sovereigns is two.

The only thing more dangerous to the Invisible Enemy, the Deep State, the Globalist Cabal and the Remnants of Prussia than a reawakened American Empire, steeped in patriotism and unchained by a Free Market, would be the rise of a New Russia, one unbowed by a century of death. A sleeping tiger awakened, and now bolstered rather than threatened by the great eagle in the west. One that has remembered enough of its former strength to look the Chinese dragon in the eye unflinching, and one cunning and steadfast enough to have repelled all recent attempts at subversion, assassination and economic domination from the fallen kingdoms in Europa.

A Rising Russia that has repelled Islamic extremism within its borders, and that has painted itself as a shield to incursions from the destabilized conflict zones of the Middle East and Africa. A Russia that has largely forgone the open bloodshed of war and instead embraced influence. A Russia that holds the oil—the very lifeblood—of Germany, and by extension the European Union in its claws. And a Russia that holds all the secrets the deposed traitors of Poroshenko’s Ukraine kept for their masters.

Could this new Russia, much like the new, Devolved America have won the war before its enemies knew it was fighting? Did the dream of a free Russian Republic die with “Saint Nicholas the Passion-Bearer,” or has the spirit of Russian pride endured?

And what better candidate for a Republic to rival our own. What other nation has the makings of true sovereignty? What other nation controls such a vast natural wealth of resources, a massive, war-capable population and has no need of shared economies or protective agreements?

When you want to know what your enemy fears, look at the whip and lash of their words. Look to their target. We know our enemy hates and fears Donald Trump and the great, reawakened Deplorables behind him, the reanimated spirit of 1776 incarnate. We know our enemy similarly hates the stoic, immovable orthodoxy of a Russia that was primed but never freed in 1918, and that it took two World Wars and 70 years of endless subversion to seemingly cow.

If the American spirit is best characterized as being clad in courage, the Russian spirit is born of resolve. Perhaps the controllers are right, and these two titans are destined to fight, but what if they do so on the same side, in common purpose? Perhaps we can take the lessons from Devolution and look at the gravity of events to glimpse that they already are fighting, and have been for some time.

Perhaps the movie we’re watching today in the public sphere are merely the shadows on the wall of a Great Turning, and what better turn than for our most enduring, archetypal enemy, one we have been prepared to fight for a century, turns out to be our staunchest ally?

In the great Meme Wars of 2016 and beyond, Donald Trump was often depicted as clad in gold. A God Emperor, the Deplorables called him, delighting in the rage, in the fear such a gaudy, godly image provoked in the collective deep mind of their invisible enemy.

But the enemy is no longer invisible. And there isn’t only one Emperor under God, with an army of Deplorables in his wake. But two. One looks upon the Deep State and all its sycophants with a confident smile in self-imposed exile, as if he’s seen the end of the game being played, while the other observes them with a detached disdain, eager for the day they retreat fully from the borders of his empire.

Why Russia, then? Because the only thing more dangerous than one is two.

Two Emperors. Two Tsars.

We know much of the Tsar of the West. Of Donald of the House Trump. And in our next article, we’ll take a look at what we know of the second.

The great villain. The one who responded to being called a killer by the charlatan in the White House with a smile, all full of teeth.

Why bring Russia down over a century? Why build Russia up as the prime evil of our time?

Because if the third story of Russia is not true, and if the peoples of America and Russia wake to the fact that it is not true, the Deep State is doomed.

Who is the Enemy of my Enemy?

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