Every now and then, you come across a song that reminds you of all of the good things of home and hearth. There are certain songs that remind you of what it means to be in God’s country with the blue sky above you and those simple, stolid, “salt o’ the earth” types around you.

John Denver’s “Take Me Home, Country Roads” is one such song:

Believe it or not, I first heard this song when watching Kingsman: The Golden Circle last year. This is because I do not – perhaps somewhat regrettably – listen to country music. And that is because country music tends to be – not to put too fine a point on it – a bit depressing.

There is only so much that a man can listen to about how a woman done did him wrong and he lost his job, his house, his car, and his dog, before he needs to start listening to heavy music designed specifically to help him break shit.

Like, say, this:

Actually, I’m being very uncharitable to country music – the fact is that some of it is awesome. Like the songs made by this man, who has exactly the right idea about both country music and the magnificent and epic God-Emperor of Mankind, Donaldus Triumphus Magnus:

‘Murica, indeed.

Getting back to the subject of ‘Murica, actually – the reason why I bring up John Denver is because I was walking through Singapore’s Chinatown area (yeah, seriously) and heard this song playing from the speakers of some cheap souvenir store (!!!).

And it immediately made me feel a deep sense of homesickness.

I know. I’m not American. I only lived there for 12 years. For me, though, it was home for a very long time – more home than my own native country, where I always feel like a stranger whenever I go back.

America has many flaws and faults. There is a lot wrong with the country – including its bizarre insistence on letting in huge numbers of Dirt Worlders (who look quite a lot like me, if we are honest) and giving them not inconsiderable amounts of money to come in and live among real Americans.

But it is still one of the most open, tolerant, and downright decent countries anywhere in the world.

As I have written many times before, this is because America is a unique country created and built by white people to preserve the rights and heritage of those same whites. And where white people have gone, generally speaking, civilisation and decency have followed.

John Denver’s song is a good reminder of what life is like among the truly good and decent white people of the world. And it is a great way to remember what the spirit of America really is.

America, the country, is dead. Let’s be clear and honest about that. The God-Emperor is very much a Godsend, and he is here to give Americans a badly needed reprieve. He represents a chance for the American nation to save the best parts of itself for its next iteration. But the original nation that became America is no more. The land itself is breaking apart into two mutually hostile and totally incompatible camps who hate each other and cannot live together.

We will be extremely lucky if the breakup of the American territory is as peaceful as the collapse of the old USSR – and it will be very much a sign of Divine intervention if that rupture does not result in the kind of massive generation-long economic depression that the Russians experienced.

A much more likely scenario is that the USA will break apart the way Yugoslavia did – with appalling violence, brutality, and genocide.

But America, the spirit, is still very much alive. As I wrote two years ago, she is still out there, still waiting for her children to come and find her.

And it is men like John Denver who explain that spirit the best.