It is game day here in the South.
I’m actually going to watch sportsball. As I have been arguing lately, a good life is about having lots of meaningful attachments. There is nothing wrong with having an attachment to your state and university. It’s one of the few attachments Southerners are still allowed to have these days. We used to have a much richer sense of identity before the Civil Rights Movement.
This is something that I don’t think a lot of White Nationalists grasp about Southerners. The fun and attraction of sportsball isn’t the black football players throwing around a ball on a green field. It is being attached to a team, tens of thousands of people coming together as a community and grilling out, tailgating, socializing and watching the games with family and friends. I don’t know of anyone who has watched a football game and come away from it any less attached to their racial identity. Blacks and Whites watch the games for pretty much the same reasons.
Yes, it is sad that our collective sense of identity has been reduced to guns and sportsball, but that is because so many things have steadily been subtracted from it under liberalism. The Left is currently trying to take the guns away. White racial identity was stigmatized a generation ago. Christianity is also on the ropes due to the rise of atheism and agnosticism. Most small communities in the South were similarly shattered by the postwar migration to the new large metropolitan areas and their suburbs where the dominant living pattern is anonymity.
In any case, I am getting a bit too philosophical here in a recipe post, but I am going to smoke some boudin and wings this afternoon in Dixie. I’m going to enjoy the fantastic fall weather and being around friends and family. I’m also going to put up with our disordered society to enjoy some of the things that I have missed over the past few years.