Paul Fahrenheidt

Introduction I would like to preface this piece with the admission that the genre of, “The South is Dead,” is a well-established and deeply explored topic of non-fiction within Southern literature. Like an analysis of Shakespeare’s plays, the topic will tell the reader more about himself and the writer than the actual topic in question. …

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I When a man reaches old age, he’s presented with a set of problems he has never before had to endure. How can he perform great feats when his body fails him? How can he speak his mind when his breath fails his voice and his thoughts are cloaked in a dimming spirit? His very …

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Hell came to Oklahoma thirty-two minutes after the commencement of WARDAY. The steel spires of Oklahoma City standing tall atop the plains turned to a glass bowl in about fifteen seconds after three warheads detonated like dying suns. The entire state government was vaporized in an instant.  Approximately forty-five seconds later, a single warhead struck …

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The Scyldings U.S. event was less than three months ago. Yet it simultaneously feels as though it was yesterday and ten years ago. For those of my readership who were present, the energy it captured was unlike anything we’d ever experienced. It was a room of one-hundred or so focused, energetic, and hopeful young men. …

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Easter Sunday has brought me back to the place I grew up. It could have once been called “Home,” when there were people here to know. Now the faces of strangers reflect the faces of prefab townhomes with plastic sides made to look like wood. Copy, paste, copy, paste, copy, paste. For hundreds of miles …

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The land of the Franks once called Gaul stretches from the north side of the Pyrenees Mountains to borders not grown from the earth, but made in men’s minds by millenia of constant combat. To look at it from the eyes of God or a bird, The France as it’s called by the natives is …

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I won’t ever stop loving you my Dixie till they put me in the ground, and the last words they probably hear from me are God bless Robert E Lee. – Johnny Cash, “God Bless Robert E. Lee” From the turn of the 20th century until March 31st, 2022, a Confederate Statue stood across from …

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