Nightmare on Bourbon Street—Saturday 30 May 2015—Western Civilization is Dead


I went on a rare walk down Bourbon Street last (Saturday) night. The behavior and demeanor of the people I saw made me want to vomit…. It’s time to reinstitute mass deportations of degenerates…. or perhaps even mass executions….there’s no point in trying to “reform” this many drunken, sex-obsessed, aimless people—send them all to whorehouses in Thailand… or give them a relatively painless death. They are of no use to themselves OR the rest of humanity….. but this is only part of my greatest gripe:

The remnants of the Great South are vanishing every day. The great moral and patriotic spirit of the Anglo-Saxon, German, Spanish and French Colonial people has been mostly, perhaps totally, extinguished. What’s especially sad is the view from here in New Orleans of the present day, once the greatest city and shining light of Southern and Western Civilization.

In 1860, Bourbon Street was something like the sum total of what Madison Avenue plus Fifth Avenue between 75th and 85th plus Central Park West are today—in the midst of the elite residences and commercial financial district was founded the greatest Opera House in the Western Hemisphere (aka “The French Opera”) at the corner of Toulouse and Bourbon.

Now, given the modern reality, I normally avoid Bourbon Street like the bubonic plague it so closely resembles, but when visitors come into town they ALWAYS want to see Bourbon Street. Last night was a typical Saturday night—mobbed with people, black and white, in the lowest stages of self-destructive, voluntary degeneracy.

The people, both black and white and “other” I saw out on Bourbon Street were mostly residents of the Southern USA, to the degree I could hear their accents in the hopeless cacophony and din… William Faulkner and Tennessee Williams wrote of what they perceived as the degeneracy of the ruined post-War, post-Reconstruction South—but they never saw ANYTHING as bad as the scene on Bourbon Street—on a normal Saturday night…

So today, all we can see today is the exact OPPOSITE of the spirit of patriotism and freedom that led to Revolution in 1776, Secession in 1860-61, and brave resistance 1954-1974. And now indeed, in the crowds of wretched humanity evidenced on Bourbon Street, what should have been the symbolic center of Southern and Western American Civilization, we see ONLY the offal (the waste and bi-products) of the world—they are to be pitied, up to a point, but I wish I didn’t have to look at them in MY favorite city.

And of all the great monuments to the Southern people, some commie-pinko bastard has been passing out fliers all over town “There are several hundred examples of white supremacist monuments in New Orleans, Here are about 2 dozen examples….” Starting of course with the Robert E. Lee obelisk and monument “@Lee Circle” but (somewhat ironically) even including “Judah Touro Hospital” because Judah Touro was a “Jewish slaveholder” and Tulane University because “Paul Tulane” (a northerner who graduated from Princeton University in New Jersey) “gave the most money to the Confederacy.”

The people are all anesthetized (temporarily?) or permanently brain dead…..Cry for our Beloved Country!

2 responses to “Nightmare on Bourbon Street—Saturday 30 May 2015—Western Civilization is Dead

  1. Gee,finally you see part of your favorite city as I see it! B

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    • Charles Edward Lincoln III

      Hey Barbaratzin, Sweet Lady Night Owl of the First Confederate Capital:
      A couple of years ago I wrote an entry on this blog, making a comparison between the Bourbon Street Crowd and the “Wild Hunt” of Mediaeval Europe.
      This is actually not a new theme of mine, on St. Brigit’s Day (Candlemas 2013, known to the mostly brain-dead American world as “Groundhog Day”), I wrote:
      “I have previously compared the unending parade of slightly demented, drunken and debauched revelers on Bourbon Street to the mediaeval “Wild Hunt” or “Night Riders” processions known from history (and ethnohistory, notably Carlo Ginzburg’s brilliant “Night Battles.” But there is no conscious awareness of anything except booze and flesh, alcoholic intoxication and sexual arousal, on Bourbon Street today, and these are the “values” celebrated by the Football Religion, especially but not at all limited to SuperBowl Sunday in that most unholy modern Coliseum or
      Circus Maximus: the New Orleans Super Dome.
      I suppose the truth is I am fascinated by American Degeneracy as one would be by any horror story/horror novel. But Bourbon Street is only a small part of New Orleans. My visitor was a lady from California of impeccable high class origins who came to this City to be Baptized in the Cathedral wherein Louisiana Bishop, CSA General, and Southern
      American Martyr Leonidas Polk is entombed just behind the Bishop’s pulpit, where Jefferson Davis’ personal altar resides forever, and whose “Harris” Chapel was founded by and named after the family into which one of my great aunts (one of Grandma Helen’s sisters) married.

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