From Me To Youth
[This is in response to some feedback I got off the Radio Free Northwest broadcast of several weeks ago. - HAC]
In point of fact I get a lot of this from high school and college students. They want to know when? When is something going to be done? When can they live out my novels? When can they actually fight these evil, evil sons of bitches, drown their arrogance in blood as it so richly cries out to be drowned?
And as much as it breaks my heart and devastates my soul, I don't dare lie to them. All I can tell them is what they don't want to hear--trust me, and wait.
Before White people can act, there are certain things that must be done first. Certain groundwork has to be laid down. If we attempt to act without this groundwork laid out, then we will fail, and a hundred years from now every humanoid organism on this continent will be baby-shit brown.
Every bulletin I send out, I beg the (mostly) older generation down on my goddamned knees, implore them, plead with them, to help me. A few respond, but not enough so far to get us to Square One, and that's where we must begin. Square One.
I must conclude with something I have said many times before: I could get a thousand men to fight and die for the Northwest Republic, but I can't find ten who will work for it.
Everyone, especially young people, wants to skip over the boring preliminary hard work and the heavy lifting, and wants fast-forward to the "fun part," but real life doesn't work that way. In the real world there are no fast forward buttons.
The sooner we all quit looking for the fast-forward button and we all pitch in and get the heavy lifting done and get the foundations laid, the sooner we can offer this young boy and a million others like him some kind of hope and some kind of alternative other than the horror of life in Amurrica.