If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,   

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;   

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,

And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

 

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;   

If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;   

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;   

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

 

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,   

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

 

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,   

Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,   

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,   

And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

 

This should be familiar to anyone with even passing familiarity of Western civilization.

Kipling’s wisdom applies as much today as it ever has. Antifa is locking horns with those that stand for civilization. Battles will be fought. Some will end in victory, others will have consequences we will not like. The more we stand up to the forces of anti-West and anti-Christianity, the louder and more violent those forces will become.

In the face of such madness, we have to keep our heads.

These teens recently exemplified what Kipling was driving at in his poem.

The assistant principal lost his head. Look how ridiculous he acts. The teens recording are cool as cucumbers. That assistant isn’t a man, in any sense of the word, and certainly not a Man of the West. He’s a parasite being exposed to the light.

We can’t change what is going to happen, what insane decisions and actions the Progressives and their fellow travelers will undertake. But we can decide how we will respond.

Decide now to meet these challenges with your head on, if you can rebuild when there’s nothing left but the will to hold on, if you can meet the forces of anti-civilizations and emerge with your head high regardless of the outcome, the West will be yours again, and you will be a Man of the West.