John Wayne is my favourite actor, far better than the over-rated mumbling Clint Eastwood, and of course, today’s generation are just trash. I know that John Wayne is not Marion Morrison, but a persona, a representation of manhood, so it is always good to ask: what would John Wayne do, the guy who in The Searchers, travelled five years through the West to seek out those Indians who massacred his family. The man with “true grit.”
The attack on John Wayne is simply an attack upon white heroes. He said nothing that the Founding Fathers would have objected to, and perhaps they would have seen him as too liberal. Thus, in defiance we should collect as many of his movies as possible, which are far superior entertainment and inspiration than the sewerage that flows from Hollywood today. In doing so, we are working to defend our own white identity, as we circle wagons in the return to an eviler version of the Wild West, which will eventually be on every street.