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Holger Danske is stirring......
One of Charles Martel’s comrades-in-arms at Poitiers was a warrior of the North known Ogier le Danois, later Holger Danske, or Holger the Dane. Although Holger was a historical figure, little is known of him, and most of the written material about him is drawn from legend.
Holger DanskeAccording to the chroniclers, Holger had previously done battle with the Franks over their incursions into Danish territory. But in 732 the menace of the Saracens forced him to set aside his differences with Charles Martel and journey southwards to fight side-by-side with the Frankish forces against the common enemy.
The battle of Poitiers was fought to prevent the “common enemy”, who had occupied Spain and Portugal, from moving north into the heart of Europe. Of course, the “common enemy” were the Saracens….that is to say, the Moors…..or in modern terms, the Muslims. Which makes the legend of Holger Danske just a little more up-to-date, it seems to me.
At the end of his days, Holger, like King Arthur, retired to a secluded keep to enter a twilight sleep from which he will awake in the hour of his country’s need. The location most frequently cited for Holger’s rest is Kronborg castle at Helsingør (or “Elsinore”, per Shakespeare).
Here is Holger in the poetry of Ted Hughes, emerging when the time comes that Denmark is undergoing existential threat:
Out through the dark archway of earth, under the ancient lintel
overwritten with roots,
Out between the granite jambs, gallops the hooded
horseman of iron.
Out of the wound-gash in the earth, the horseman mounts,
shaking his plumes clear of dark soil.
Out of the blood-dark womb, gallops bowed
the horseman of iron,
The blood-crossed Knight, the Holy Warrior, hooded with iron,
the seraph of the bleak edge,
Gallops along the world’s ridge in moonlight.
And finally, here is Baron Bodissey, writing at Gates of Vienna, evoking Holger Danske in the present emergency:
We all know about the Twelfth Imam, the super-bad Muslim guy at the bottom of the well in Persia. When Armageddon arrives, when Gog grapples with Magog and battle rages across the plain at Megiddo, the Twelfth Imam will awaken and lead the armies of Islam to their final victory, establishing the kingdom of Allah here on Earth.
Forget the Twelfth Imam.
We’ve got our own dude sitting on the bench. Call him the Twelfth Viking. He’s suited up, ready to join the contest as soon as he’s required.
The Men of the North form the core of the Counterjihad. They are already in action, clearing the back alleys of Anbar Province, riding point in Kabul, and forming up in self-organized groups to defend our borders with Mexico.
As I’ve said before, it’s not race that’s the issue here, it’s culture. The culture of the Danes, the Norsemen, the English, and the Celts. The culture of the hardy and self-reliant Men of the North, always ready to defend their ancient liberties with a ferocity that their enemies can scarcely imagine. The culture of productive enterprise and armed self-determination that has spread to all corners of the globe.
Holger Danske is the man who best represents us. He’ll be there in the hour of our greatest need.
The Twelfth Viking — I can see his eyelids fluttering even now…