In the year 1951 Nat King Cole recorded the (((Irving Gordon))) song Unforgettable. In 2006 Beyonce recorded the (written by a team of dindus and marketing executives) song Irreplaceable. Although the song titles are near synonyms, their messages are diametrically opposed. In Cole the beloved is in fact “unforgettable,” while in Beyonce the beloved is eminently “replaceable,” as the lyrics attest:
You must not know ’bout me
You must not know ’bout me
I could have another you in a minute
Matter fact he’ll be here in a minute, baby…
You must not know ’bout me
You must not know ’bout me
I’ll have another you by tomorrow
So don’t you ever for a second
Get to thinking you’re irreplaceable
Each song represents the zeitgeist of its era. So while both these Negroes can ape our higher and lower selves dancing and singing our elevated romanticism or our depraved bacchaeism into congestible mass consumption by filtering it through their best contemporary Josephine Baker Banana Dance, they are not responsible for the premium put on romantic love, which is largely a Western convention, invention and world feeling. One may go back and look into the canon beyond Dante and Beatrice and the dolce stil nuovo, past the troubadours, who borrowed from Muslim sources, who had themselves borrowed from the Greeks, past Tristian and Iseult and Abelard and Heloise somewhere further back beyond Ovid’s love elegies and more distant and ancient still. For me our first twinkling of our notion of romantic love comes from Paris’ choice for Helen – in the Judgment of Paris. Here is man faced with the decision of which form of love to worship between Hera (mothering love; Agape), Athena (temperate-philosophical love; Philia) and Aphrodite (lustful-beauty love; Eros). Each represents one aspect of the threefold nature of woman – the triple Goddess (the maiden, the mother, and the crone). Paris chooses Eros and is awarded the most beautiful woman in the world Helen of Tory – launching the Trojan War. Because the beauty Paris stole (Menelaus did not take kindly to being cucked), was rather non-fungible.
In contrast is this postmodern ethos of fungibility related and reproduced by a society of designed obsolesce, of the expendable, the cheaply consumed commodity, the plastic cup of the DSL bukkake of the proliferation of pornography, to the swipe right ‘Tinderfication’ of urbanite hooking up, the tweet, the normalization of the immoral logic of Kapital applied to sexual morals (‘blow-job,’ ‘hand-job,’ ‘sex-worker’ ‘porn actress,’ ‘adult industry’) and the sex-in-the-city ‘Independent woman’ who rides the cock carousel of her own “liberation” to a unholy litany of shameless infanticides. Everything is now replaceable, from populations, to cultures, to significant others. The female feminist attitude is omnipresent and rampant and perhaps the greatest (((weapon of destruction))) against our civilization and our people.
While society advances the aims of women and PoC through legal means depriving white men of the “bread winner paradigm,” we on the AltRight are left with no further recourse than a complete and utter reversal towards a gender division of labour: White Sharia. The WQ is not some isolated issue to be dismembered by the forceps of an abortionist, rather it is a question that is a part of a larger constellation of opposing worldviews and part of a larger revolt against the Father and against European Man. Francis Parker Yockey identified the larger issues in Imperium by discerning a helpful dichotomy of forces:
“Two ideas are opposed — not concepts or abstractions, but Ideas which were in the blood of men before they were formulated by the minds of men. The Resurgence of Authority stands opposed to the Rule of Money; Order to Social Chaos, Hierarchy to Equality, socio-economico-political Stability to constant Flux; glad assumption of Duties to whining for Rights; Socialism to Capitalism, ethically, economically, politically; the Rebirth of Religion to Materialism; Fertility to Sterility; the spirit of Heroism to the spirit of Trade; the principle of Responsibility to Parliamentarism; the idea of Polarity of Man and Woman to Feminism; the idea of the individual task to the ideal of ‘happiness’; Discipline to Propaganda-compulsion; the higher unities of family, society, State to social atomism; Marriage to the Communistic ideal of free love; economic self-sufficiency to senseless trade as an end in itself; the inner imperative to Rationalism.”
The dispossessed rootless white male, deprived of his bread winner role, his status and place is yet still expected to “be a man,” meaning holding onto chivalrous conventions towards a society and people that hate him. While our global elite import both poorer and wealthier PoC to compete for our resources and women. The lingering psychological predominance of the ‘breadwinner paradigm’ and the reality of the loss of it – has created a situation in which lower and working class white males and fathers have been systematically weakened and are being forced to reconstruct their identities around emerging lower expectations. This can place a tremendous amount of psychological pressure on men as they attempt to readjust – this is called by the academic literature ‘gender role strain’ and also referred to as a ‘crisis in masculinity.” The Peter Gabriel song Don’t Give Up beautifully expresses our modern displacement in the lyrics and complementing gender roles, “for every job, so many men, so many men that no one needs.” With essays, articles and books written with titles like “Are we on the brink of a society without any need for men?,” “Why are we still telling women that they need a man” and “Finding your purpose in a society that no longer requires men…” etc. Is it any wonder why MGTOW is a thing?
While rich Brown guys like Hooman reveal the burden of our White Privilege to us by pointing out how insipid our race-traiting whore women have become. But remember YOU’RE PRIVILEGED! and it is only right to allow subsidized foreign competition to cuck you by fucking and mistreating your thot-whore women, that’s the only path towards redemption goyium. So while our societies literally subsidize (through policies like employment equity, mass immigration and the normalization of miscegenation through media) our own disadvantageous position in the economic-dating pool in favour of foreign savages who are often wealthier than our own betrayed working classes, we are told by the system that we are privileged and should jump at the opportunity to hold Hooman’s ballsack while he gorilla fucks our wandering thots like Stacy and Brittany. But like Menelaus the time has come to wage a war.
The choice we are faced with now is to use our discernment for a Judgement: do we want the post-modern-feminist-race-traitor-whore-thot (The dreaded Thotubus) or do we want the Helen with a dash of Little Suzie Homemaker and forgive my Catholic sensibilities, but what happened to Mother Mary? Woman has forgotten the triple aspect of her nature and man’s peril forces him to elevate Eros as triumphant.
In the judgement of Paris:
“The fact that a woman is the center of this story suggests that women are important and not secondary. In fact they are central to the whole scheme. But this was an embarrassment to the Greek men. The two sides of the Trojan conflict were not Ares and Aphrodite, they were Aphrodite against Athena.”
That is to say the two sides were fighting over the Pure Idea of what the Goddesses represent; Eros for Tory and Philia for the Greeks. Now it might seem that though the Greeks and hence Philia can be related to nationalist ‘love of one’s own’ triumphed over Eros, it triumphed in order to regain Eros.
Woman and the strong emotions and biological drives she unleashes from men is a catalyst for war and revolution, for death and destruction as well as birth and life; men will fight and die over women, Aphrodite was for that reason married to Mars, the God of war. From Zizek, worth quoting at length:
“In Montenegrin folklore the origin of Evil is a beautiful woman. She makes men lose their balance, she literally destabilizes the universe, coloring all things with a tone of partiality. Among Christian theologists it was Gilbert Keith Chesterton who fully assumed the consequences of this violent aspect of love: one has to get rid of the old Platonic topos of love as Eros which gradually elevates itself from the love for a particular individual through the love for the beauty of a human body in general and the love of the beautiful form as such to the love for the supreme Good beyond all forms: true love is precisely the opposite move of forsaking the promise of Eternity itself for an imperfect individual. What if the gesture of choosing temporal existence, of giving up eternal existence for the sake of love, from Jesus Christ to, for example Siegmund in Act II of Richard Wagner’s Die Walküre, who prefers to remain a common mortal if his beloved Sieglinde cannot follow him to Walhalla, the eternal dwelling of the dead heroes. What if this is the highest ethical act of them all?”
So what is the woman’s role in the AltRight? The same it has always been to support and accept her God-given role as a mother and wife. The reason I talk about the metaphysics or the mystification of love is because woman has forgotten her role as the teacher of love, the comforter of Mars. There are exceptional women, although the words ‘genius’ and ‘woman’ are near antonyms, but remember it was a woman, the esteemed Diotima who taught our Western sensibility the origin of love, as a child born of resource and poverty to become the pregnancy of a soul seeking the eternal form. The AltRight isn’t about hate, it’s about love and hate, war and sex, Mars and Aphrodite.
Someone posted an audio I came across of Mike Cernovich talking about doing “depraved, dark shit” to women sexually, in the video Cernovich echoes Beyonce’s dictum on the inherent interchangeability of one’s partner. “Once you realize pussy is fungible…” Cernovich says. According to the prevailing and frightening Chadology of the Man-o-sphere, most of the great romantic Eros-Thumos balanced by the Idealism of the Philia-Agapic that so defines the complex matrix of the uniqueness of who we are and the blessedness of our higher selves is just the emo-ramblings of cucked beta-males: what becomes of the Liebestod of Wagner’s Tristian and Isolde? Or the tragedy of Romeo and Juliet? The judgement of Paris? Or the story of Francesca di Rimini? I want us to MAKE LOVE GREAT AGAIN, and I believe the only way to do that is to learn to hate again, to learn to fight again, only by fighting do we move towards a discernment of the unforgettable, of the truly irreplaceable. Pussy is fungible in a fungible society, but love shall reign again at the Twilight of the Thots.