I found myself at a point, giving lectures on Confederate chaplains to Confederate history organizations.
I was asked to do a presentation to a now defunct organization made up of members of unfortunate prodigy of evil war criminal yankees, and Southern Patriots, who served as chaplains in the war.
My great grandfather Carleton served both as a soldier, and a chaplain during the Late War of Evil yankee aggression and War Crimes.
My father was a Southern Baptist minister.
And I studied theology at universe.
Never liked to go into a fight with an unloaded weapon, so I studied the yankees, their prayers, their religious beliefs.
What I found shocked me.
The Southern God, was a God of Natural Law.
Help each other.
Do no first harm to others.
Help the people who are poor because of things beyond their control, but not to reward sloth.
Help the orphan, help the old, help the widow, look inward to improve yourself, each day, so you can help build a better world, because each day, you try to be a better person.
The Yankee “god”, is an angry, bloodthirsty, racist, pedophillic, greedy, self righteous, hypocritical “god”, who orders his followers to bash babies brains out against rocks!
When the baby raping yankee war criminals won, occupied the south, they forced their adulterated English, and their angry war god “christianity” on the conquered Southern Churches.
What is called “christianity” today in America, is angry god yankee christianity, not Souther Natural Law God Christianity.
If the South would have won, you would not see the evil, degenerate acts, greedy me first aimless people, all over the South.
That is the result of the yankee evil, and the evil yankee “christianity”.
John C Carleton
The Revolt Against Christian Civilization: The Southern View
Southerners, of all Americans, have been the most acute and the most persistent in their analyses of what has ailed and threatened our culture, certainly since the end of the War for Southern Independence. Only consider a Robert Lewis Dabney or an Albert Bledsoe in the years immediately after that conflict. Then, more recently, recall the Southern Agrarians centered in Nashville. No one but a Southerner, a person whose family had gone through four years of devastating war, seen his society despoiled, witnessed the violent attacks on his heritage, and understood what was lost, could have written what a Dabney or a Donald Davidson penned with such burning prescience and world-weary sagacity.
The volumes, essays, and jeremiads of such giants, and of those more contemporary Southern writers like the late Mel Bradford and Tom Landess, however, while directed in particular to their fellow Southerners, take on special significance not only for those south of the Mason-Dixon Line, but as a closely-argued examination of what has happened in and to the United States, in its entirety, during the past 150 years. It may well be precisely because of Southern defeat on the battlefield—that indelible experience and its unique aftermath—that men like Dabney, Davidson, Allen Tate, and Bradford were able to fathom far more deeply the actual problems that envelope the declining American nation, and that they have been able to pinpoint and diagnose the decay more accurately.
Indeed, it was Dabney (in his Discussions IV: Secular) who predicted the headlong rush of the post-War American republic into hedonism and atheism, the perversions of mass democracy, the rise of runaway international capitalism and ungovernable imperialism, the destruction of the firmaments of the older order based in tradition and heritage, and a dismantling of the Constitution which attempted to mirror the laws of nature and of God. It was Dabney, as well, who lamented towards the end of his life that his role was like that of Cassandra at Troy, “destined to prophesy truth, but not to be believed until too late.”
Like the English poet, Jack Clemo in his poem, “The Broad Winter,” Dabney and Bradford understood all too well–
“The darkness comes as you foretold.
You hear the fretful moan,
The alien winds that rave
As bitterly the grey truth breaks
On disillusioned Church and frantic world.
You see what form the judgment takes,
What harvest faithless generations reap:
The folds half empty, no clean pasture for the sheep;
Soil sterile where the liberal waters swirled
Which now have hardened into mud
Of festering ethic, fruitless hands grown chill
With their starved, pallid blood;
And the sky freezing still.”
There is an old phrase—a kind of historic truism—that in its original form dates back more than two millennia, to at least the Greek playwright Sophocles, but more recently and more familiarly popularized by American poet, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: “Whom the gods wish to destroy, they first make [go] mad.” Before Longfellow, the English essayist (and Latinist), Samuel Johnson, had rendered the phrase as: “Quos Deus vult perdere, prius dementat.”
Our world—America in 2019—has, as our Southern visionaries foresaw, gone literally insane, at least a considerable portion of it.