Greetings, melody lovers. Today, we will enjoy a bit of an extended Music Minute. Let’s call it the Musical Half-Hour Funtime Festival and Other Words. You’re in luck, as my original intention was to facilitate some form of socioeconomic comparison. Before that, I’d briefly thought about educating a chipmunk as to the workings of a carburetor (of course, instead of listening, the little joker kept crawling into the throttle valve!).
Moving along! As for today’s musical links, Mr. Charles Munk and I are working with Ewetube, Yandex, and Goolag to create some sort of auto-translation service so one might read a “foreign” language in one’s native tongue with a degree of reliability. It’s amazing no one thought of this before. If we are successful, say on Ewetube, look for the feature within the little cogwheel symbol next to the “CC” on every video. We’re working hard for you, and Lil’ Chip is pulling overtime.
About two months ago, I suggested Americans might benefit from a “Shaman.” The reception was rather positive though I note we are no closer now than we were then. Rather than someone proudly, defiantly proclaiming who we are and where we’re going, we were given the Lunsford treatment, a Clown approved, UTA-repped, and obviously pre-manufactured singing of diversionary lyrics about our problems. And only the problems, skewed narrative-right, and without any hint of a solution.
However, in Russia, Yaroslav Yuryevich Dronov, aka, “Shaman,” is still doing what he does best - celebrating all things Russian. I’m going to dissect parts of a recent concert. First, here’s a recent AiF interview with the man. (Cog. Wheel.) Fifteen years of hard, organic work is not the same as instant, AI-propelled “success.” And a nation is a collection of similar people, not a collection of assorted heads-down basketcases. Also, here’s Shaman singing “Государственный гимн Российской Федерации,” the “State Anthem of the Russian Federation,” at another recent concert. Imagine the most popular of ‘Murican pop singers, whoever that is, singing “God Save the South” or the “Star Spangled Banner” for and with 70,000 enthusiastic young American teens and twenty-somethings. I had trouble with visualization too. Do we even have that many young Americans anymore?
Now I’m going to focus on two parts and three songs from Shaman’s March 13, 2023 concert in Krasnogorsk, Greater Moscow. Russia’s got talent. (I tried to target the following parts using the “&t=” format, but something would not allow it. For reference, here’s the FULL CONCERT. Skip along as follows, please.) Around timestamp 23:29, he goes among the crowd for a few minutes letting random men, women, and children sing. That was pretty cool, but not as cool as the following consecutive trio of patriotic tunes.
At 55:15 he launches “Встанем” (“Let’s Rise” or “Let’s Stand Up”). This is a song about communion with Russian men who fell defending the Fatherland. While Shaman sings, a dancer in military attire performs a physical interpretation. Select translated lyrics:
This is a huge part of the living Russian spirit. Under God’s Grace, they not only honor and remember their heroes and their past, but they actively incorporate their traditions into their modern existence.
Immediately following “Встанем,” around 1:01:00 he proceeds into his new and very popular “Я русский” (I’m Russian”). I covered the meaning of those lyrics previously. In short, it is a defiant rallying cry for proud living people. Here one may truly contrast the uplifting celebratory nature of Shaman to the intentional down-in-the-dumps moaning of Lunsford. After the early 1990s, a host of “rich men” settled north of Tula. Rather than selling souls only to complain about “shit” Rubles and tax-based junk food, the Russians unceremoniously ejected the “rich men” from Russia. Now they’re ejecting them from Europe.
After “Я русский” comes another rendition of the “Государственный гимн,” at 1:05:28. The English-translated beginning verses:
Here again, we see a common Russian theme: the melding of ancient tradition with the living present and the ardent determination to continue living into the future. Russia is scared in the genuine sense, the Orthodox Christian meaning of the word, and not the freemasonic m-m-muh first ‘mendment meaning. The Russians love Russia to the point of dying and killing to preserve her. Great glory, of the kind God intends for the nations He created and which we are assured will endure even in Heaven. Dignity for all time — not just the marginalized, mythologized past. A free patriarchy in place of an enlightened boarding house. The union is not just of political states, but of kindred people — a nation. The wisdom of the past is carried by the current generations. Pride, not in one’s own selfish interest, but in Russia’s ordained part of The Plan.
Americans, Southerners particularly, should and could have something like this. Will they? I think not, at least, not for the foreseeable future. This gets into postwar Remnant territory and is thus highly speculative. We still lack a few necessary things. But very refreshingly, we appear to be making slow headway. I am pleased to present this:
Joyous Sidenote! I just learned that Padraig Martin’s group is planning to place a series of billboards along major Southern thoroughfares in high GAE military recruitment areas with this simple and 100% honest message:
"Joining the US Armed Forces is the Gayest thing you can do!"
One can look it up if one needs to. In brief: The GAE AF is the largest lgbtP employer in the world; it puts sodomites in leadership positions; it hosts fag queen story hours and fag shows at imperial military bases; it covers up regular sexual abuse atrocities committed by its wicked members against men, women, and children (and probably animals); it pays for tranny sex changes; it makes it a crime to refuse to date trannys; it flies sodomite “pride” flags at imperial embassies worldwide; it names naval vessels after child rapists; from the barracks to Congress, it openly practices satanism; it is the only military that ever dropped an atomic bomb on a church (and in general), and; like sodomy, it exudes hatred of God and His creation: it is the most destructive force on earth. God’s wrath is rightly crashing down upon it. Elsewhere, members of the (Ramzan) Kadyrov family are physically beating down those who blaspheme against Islam — the way our knights used to disabuse degenerates in the West. Christians today can at least speak the Truth to our wicked, blasphemous powers. Martin’s message is in line with what I mean by never serving the enemy. Furthermore, it’s a good rhetorical poke in the eye. GAE = gay, so stay away.
We need much more, but at least we still have a little fight in us. And we always have that critical element that goes without saying. Still,
Perrin Lovett is a novelist, author, and small-time meddler. He is a loveable, unobtrusive somewhat-right-wing Christian nationalist residing somewhere in Dixie. The revised second edition of his groundbreaking novel, THE SUBSTITUTE, is available from Shotwell Publishing and Amazon. Find his ramblings at www.perrinlovett.me. Deo Vindice!