St. Patty's Day 2008 Review

St. Patty's Day Show 2008
By Billy Roper

The St. Patty’s Day 2008 event in central Florida, sponsored by CHS and Blood and Honour American Division, was a well-planned and coordinated success. Security was tight and well disciplined, supplied by both the Confederate Hammerskins and VolksFront, but the venue was so secure, and the crowd so well behaved, that they didn’t have a lot to worry about. No fights, no drama, no bullshit…and that’s quite an accomplishment considering how many groups were represented: in addition to the different regional divisions of Hammerskin Nation there were VolksFront, White Revolution, The Nationalist Coalition, Aryan Nations, Christian Guard, other pro-White and skinhead organizations and independent White Nationalists, as well as more nontraditional allies from the Outlaw, Black Pistons, and Cobra motorcycle clubs. All together, somewhere around one hundred and fifty folks, not one of us famous for being able to play well with others, spent the whole day and half the night together, without a single negative incident that I’m aware of.

The food, traditional Irish shepherd’s pie, was great and helped soak up some of the alcohol, lol. Speaking of which, the beer was plentiful, with several kegs flowing outside and a full air-conditioned bar inside, too. Vendors from R.O.A., Bloodline Records, Working Class Industries, and others provided a wide range of merchandise which we all took advantage of. It was great meeting and talking with new comrades from South Africa, England, and Germany, and even reuniting with some folks, like the NHS, whom I hadn’t seen in five or six years. I didn’t even mind getting sunburned, it was a welcome change from fifty degree Arkansas weather.

The music lasted longer than the sun, though: Definite Hate, Downright Hateful, Midtown Bootboys, Attack, and Jungsturm played their hearts out. Forrest entertained the crowd with his patented humor and antic filled showmanship, but the highlight of the concert for me may have been the German boys’ rendition of “88 Rock ‘n Roll Band” toward the end of the show.

The typical harassment by the police state consisted of multiple helicopter flyovers, staking out and pulling over some people as they left the venue and searching their cars, and an undercover County Sheriff’s deputy, obviously doing footwork for the Feds, who gave a physical description of me and my party to the hotel desk clerk before we arrived, and asked her for a printout of the reservations for that day. I assume that they knew where I was staying by using that infamous warrantless Homeland Security email monitoring, and what I was wearing by following us around the airport, which must have been fun for them, considering what a wild goose chase we led them on for a couple of hours. But we had no problems going through TSA security, either way. It’s a funny commentary on the world we live in that going through security at the airport is a more nerve-wracking experience than actually flying. You don’t even worry about the plane crashing any more, you’re so relieved to make it through the cattle line without a body cavity search with a side order of detainment and interrogation.

Mike Lawrence and I spoke before the bands went on, and although I never follow a script, here’s a rough idea of what I said, more or less…

“In honor of St. Patrick’s Day and my favorite Irish poet, W. B. Yeats, I want to quote for you:

“Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.”

And doesn’t that just about sum up the world we live in today?

St. Patty’s Day is one of the few White holidays we have left. Christmas has been watered down into an obligatory commercial capitalist consumer feeding frenzy, flanked by Hannukah for the kikes and Kwanzaa for the toads. Columbus Day is smeared by skraelings whining and crying because our ancestors took this land from them and made it into the greatest country on earth. But you don’t have to be Irish to celebrate St. Patty’s Day. All of us whose ancestors came from Europe feel a rising heat in our blood when we hear the wailing of the bagpipes like the valkyries themselves screaming our names to come and take our places in Valhalla. All of us like a good drink or two to cheer us. And, just like in the holiday’s legend St. Patrick drove all the snakes out of Ireland, we all would like to do a little driving of snakes out of our country, too. So, we’re all a little Irish, today.

And here in beautiful Florida, with the island spics lapping at it’s shores from the south and old hook-nosed jews moving here from the north, here too, proud White men are making a stand. Confederate HammerSkins, Blood and Honour, White Revolution, and others, refusing to be silenced. Refusing to step off the sidewalk. Refusing to let our nation be stolen from us without a fight. Refusing to smile and scrape and bow to those who have stolen our birthright, and are getting fat off of our rightful inheritance.

For we do not lack conviction. We are the ones who will let loose the blood-dimmed tide that will wash away the filth of all the muds and the race traitors. Things will fall apart. The center cannot hold. From that mere anarchy we will rebuild our race on the ashes of this corrupt, sold-out, and betrayed civilization. We will create a new order where White men will make and enforce the law, where justice will come from the barrel of a gun and from the end of a rope. And when it is all said and done, little White children will inherit the earth. All of it.

So, when you lift your glasses tonight, drink a toast to the future, and remember that it will be what we make it. Why? Because we can. Because we are Aryans. We are the only ones who ever invented the wheel. We’re the ones who put a man on the moon. And we’re the ones who can bring it all down again and remake it as we like. Because we’re Aryans. Nature’s finest. And though we invented civilization, and have given more to the world than all the other races combined in overgenerous charity, once we are riled, once we are so angry that we stand up and say ENOUGH!!!! In one voice that shakes the heavens, we are the fiercest, toughest, most ruthless sons of bitches in creation, too. And we’ll show them all soon enough. But for tonight, among our own, let us drink as brothers and celebrate the future which we will make together. White Power!”

Many thanks for a wonderful weekend and congratulations on a job well done to the Confederate Hammerskins and Blood and Honour American Division!