The true Braveheart of Scotland was not the valiant William Wallace, but his equally bold and more able successor, King Robert the Bruce, who defeated the English at Bannockburn in 1314 and won Scotland's independence. The way the name came about, after the Bruce's death, was as follows:
When the Bruce died of natural causes after a long life of courageous leadership, as was the custom of the time his heart was removed, embalmed,and placed in a gold casket. The Bruce had vowed to go on Crusade to the Holy Land but had never made it, and his dying wish was that his heart should rest in the Church of the Holy Sepulchre in Jerusalem. The man who volunteered to fulfill this dying wish of his former commander was Sir James Douglas, also known to history as "The Black Douglas" for his ferocity in fighting the English during the wars of independence.
On the way to the Holy Land, Sir James, warrior that he was, got sidetracked into a battle against the Saracens in Spain, which was at that time still half occupied by Islam. His small party was surrounded on an open plain by a huge force of Muslims, and the Scots were pretty obviously done for.
The Black Douglas then took the gold reliquary containing the embalmed heart of Robert the Bruce and hurled it as high and as far as he could, right into the massed enemy. Then he drew his sword and shouted, "Lead on, brave heart, in death as ever thou didst in life!" He charged into the Muslims and cut his way through his foes left and right until he reached the fallen relic, collapsing on top of the small box and dying of a dozen wounds.
They don't make 'em like Sir James Douglas any more. Pity. It would only take one, you know. One throwback to that older time, that older kind of White man, to save this wretched country from eternal shame and degradation, and salvage what little is left of our national and racial honor in one last charge against a Muslim enemy.
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Brilliant
I always liked that series you put out about Aryan History.
You're right. All it would take would be one white man whose love for his people was so great that he would wllingly lay down his own life. We have had hundreds of thousnads of heroes like that in the past, but not one in 2008, it would seem.
We need to start cultivating the "Old Man League".
New identities (so their families don't know/suffer) for older men of retirement age and/or with terminal illnesses (but who can still get around) who have decided to "go out with a bang" as it were.
A group of older men with enough courage left to not die the straw death, but go out fighting and taking some of the more heinous enemies of our race with them.
The white race is doomed unless/until we show a significant cadre of men who care more about honor than life.
Our younger men have the duty of raising families in a manner befitting white men.
Our older men have the duty of securing the existence of our people and a future for white children.
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