At the movies the other day I saw a trailer for the upcoming Ridley Scott film “Robin Hood,” which features Russell Crowe as the legendary Anglo-Saxon freedom fighter seeking “liberty and the law.”
As a good reactionary, I’m typically dead-set against remakes of classic films. By any measure, Errol Flynn did Robin Hood right and that is that.
But Scott did “Blade Runner” and “Gladiator,” not to mention the scariest damn film I’ve ever seen, “Alien,” so I gave the trailer more attention than I normally would. I also think that Crowe is a fine actor and, believe me, it’s no small relief these days to behold a straight, masculine leading man who typically is the strong man doing right regardless of cost. (Both men are, of course, good liberals, but if one held to that standard, one would have to be a monk).
The trailer begins with a young Robin setting what appears to be a cornerstone for a keep with his father. Carved into the cornerstone, to be covered up of course, is the following:
Rise and Rise Again,
Until Lambs Become Lions
The trailer was quite impressive and it appears to me that there is a better than average chance that this film may be worthwhile, but it was that carving that stuck in my mind.
Obviously, we are to believe that the sentiment expressed by the carving is something to admire, something that the hero Robin takes to heart and later takes action on.
But let’s step outside the realm of make believe and see what this maxim really means.
I was very young when I noticed that in life there are, broadly speaking, two general classes of people. The Responsible, a very tiny minority, selected not by class or background but by nature or, if you’d prefer, by God, whose thankless task it is to care about everything and anything; and The Sheep, the vast majority, whose pleasurable task it is to simply live and take everything at face value.
If I had been given a choice, I know which one I’d pick. Who needs the hassle?
But, alas, no such choice is given. If one is one of the Responsible, you’re screwed from the start. I mean, you’re smart, sensitive and insightful, but guess what big man? Guess whose job it is to “Rise and Rise Again” until the Sheep notice something is wrong?
Yeah, that’s right: you.
So, there you are. You know what’s going on. You know that the current government is insane and that in this nation’s fixed political context, there will be no reversal of policy. There will be no enforcement of the U.S. border with Mexico, as there has not been for the past 30 years. There will be no slow-down of massive legal immigration. There will be no slow-down of non-white and Muslim refugees–made all the more numerous by U.S. wars in Iraq and Afghanistan–in previously European-American regions of the nation.
The current ideology cannot accept any such scale back, let alone a stoppage, any more than the mummified leaders atop Lenin’s Tomb could admit that collectivization of agriculture was a failure economically.
In both cases, to admit the reality of the situation would be to admit the bankruptcy of the ruling ideology, calling the entire logic of the ruling structure into place.
This simply will not happen.
There are only three possible outcomes: (1) Most likely, the power elite “elect a new people” and the U.S. becomes a Latin American country with a sizeable European-American minority; (2) the system collapses as the Soviet Union did; or (3) Euro-Americans give up on the U.S. and fight for a new homeland, with a new nationalism and nationalist ideal.
The choice is before us, and before us now. Fight now, or be erased. And by “fight” I mean just that: fight.
And guess what? The Sheep won’t thank you for your work. In fact, the Sheep like winners and only winners so if you are unsuccessful the very people you were fighting for will jeer and cheer as you get led in chains before the system triumphant. If you win, of course, they’ll have been at your side all along—knew you were right, mate—and cheer you as you announce the new order.
Frankly, the Sheep aren’t really worth it. We all know that in our heart. Our fellow European North Americans deserve the ass kicking they are about to receive at the hands of their new masters and it’s not an insane reaction to relish that day and prepare a few pints of good ale and ready a long and bitter laugh.
But you won’t do that, will you?
No, you won’t.
Because, dammit, you’re one of the Responsible.