Ken White (Popehat) is writing verse. This is a bad sign.

XXVII

Then out spake prim Horatius,
The Censor of the Gate:
“To every persyn upon this earth
Butthurt cometh soon or late.
And how can we do better
When facing fearful speech,
Than shut down all discussion,
And stop the crimethink’s reach?

XXVIII

“As for the tender mother
Who knits a woolen toy,
Best send the cops to brace her
Although it gives her joy,
It matters not what we think,
We privileged with some sense,
Call the cops if anyone
May somehow take offense.

This is, naturally, a pastiche of Thomas Babington’s Poem… which I will quote but a portion of.

Then out spake brave Horatius,
The Captain of the gate:
“To every man upon this earth
Death cometh soon or late. 220
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of his fathers
And the temples of his gods,

“And for the tender mother 225
Who dandled him to rest,
And for the wife who nurses
His baby at her breast,
And for the holy maidens
Who feed the eternal flame,— 230
To save them from false Sextus
That wrought the deed of shame?

“Hew down the bridge, Sir Consul,
With all the speed ye may;
I, with two more to help me, 235
Will hold the foe in play.
In yon strait path a thousand
May well be stopped by three:
Now who will stand on either hand,
And keep the bridge with me?” 240

Then out spake Spurius Lartius,—
A Ramnian proud was he:
“Lo, I will stand at thy right hand,
And keep the bridge with thee.”
And out spake strong Herminius,— 245
Of Titian blood was he:
“I will abide on thy left side,
And keep the bridge with thee.”

“Horatius,” quoth the Consul,
“As thou sayest so let it be,” 250
And straight against that great array
Went forth the dauntless three.
For Romans in Rome’s quarrel
Spared neither land nor gold,
Nor son nor wife, nor limb nor life, 255
In the brave days of old.

Then none was for a party—
Then all were for the state;
Then the great man helped the poor,
And the poor man loved the great; 260
Then lands were fairly portioned!
Then spoils were fairly sold:
The Romans were like brothers
In the brave days of old.

How we have fallen, when the Pagans would shame us. For the SJW morons shatter the unity of our tribe, and cause division within the nation. For the lack of offense. They critique the very rough men who, by standing against our enemies, allow the very freedom to speech they trample on.

This used to be taught to every schoolboy, so in times of trial they would consider they were facing fearful odds for home, hearth, and family. WIthout such training, men have no spine, and requesting leadership is an impossibility. A return to a more stable society, which understands what is in the riches of our literature and art, would help.

But this is not what the elite currently advise.