The air has been putrid for too long. The northern wind gathers violently. Recriminations are in order. Bloodlust must be satisfied. Boreas rapes without courtship. Defiles without sanctimony. Billows over Civility like an old hag, breaking her hip, to a truer, more barbarous rectification.
“I Sing the Disembodied Electric”
I had not visited our Southern Neighbor since I was a little boy and my father would take me to Buffalo to visit his uncle. On this occasion I observed marked differences between the two countries, some of which I was only conceptually aware of; namely the ubiquitous presence of the military in people’s lives, something that is so foregrounded in American society as to be institutionalized in a way Canadians cannot understand in our post-bellum, soft, socialist, multiculturalist dystopia. And, yes, Americans are significantly fatter on average. But there was also a marked religious element pervading their worldview, something altogether transcendent and not always rooted in institutions.
The last salient difference was the prevalence of an especially black underclass, who worked most of the menial jobs, even at SWPL establishments like artisan coffee shops and the like; American blacks also exhibited a pronounced ghetto character. In Toronto, the majority of these types of jobs are done by a medley of South East Asians and brown people, as well as displaced whites, blacks, and students.
We arrived at a rented townhouse, and were greeted by an affable, but simple-looking, tall, middle-aged, blue-eyed man, who was drinking beer and laughing at the end of every sentence. Those who had arrived earlier were out getting food, we were informed. I was ill at ease, and, after awkward introductions, my group decided we would go up the road for dinner as well. Everyone wanted fast-food, but I pressured the group to try an upscale Balkan tapas restaurant instead. The trip down had already meant two fast-food pit stops, and my sense of propriety forbade another one – we are civilized men are we not?
When we got back into the flophouse-turned-frat-house, it was chock full of young men drinking. A stocky guy, introducing himself as Timothy James, made the introductions, and Hugh jumped up onto the stairs to announce the arrival of the Canadians! Tim wore a khaki-coloured trench coat over a dress shirt and necktie, like spooks in old Hollywood films, and began gregariously chatting away, dropping TRS lingo every which way. I held my back against the wall and was mostly silent, studying rather than engaging, repeatedly rejecting the beer that was offered to me, that was until I decided that it might help calm my nerves.
|The world being put to rights with the aid of alcohol.|
As I made my way through a packed corridor to get to the fridge a big pasty man with a mawkish face dominated by feminine eyelashes stopped to question me.
“Are you Egyptian?” he asked.
“Would I be here if I was?”
“I don’t know. What are you?” he said, sizing me up.
“I’m Italian.” I got the beer. Unfortunately it was hoppy, and I hate hoppy beer.
“Where are you from?” I asked.
I walked back to the wall to put my back against it once more. My Serbian friend Brajan, who has a Byzantine-Dinaric look, asked if I wanted to take a walk. I did. When we got back, sleeping arrangements were settled, but the yahoos were up almost all night drinking and babbling making sleep nearly impossible. I flipped though the half dozen channels available on the TV and settled on a Twilight Zone episode, entitled “I Sing the Body Electric,” later discovering that it was the centennial episode written by Ray Bradbury, the acclaimed author of Fahrenheit 451. This produced some synchronistic irony.
It was not until we left on the final day that I discovered that the big pasty guy from California had insisted to Hugh and Rob that both Brajan and I were “not white” and questioned Hugh as to why he brought us. The irony here is that this is essentially a form of book burning. Despite Nordic revisionism, the Ancient cultures of Greece and Rome, which are the birthplaces of Western Civilization, were and are predominantly peopled by a Mediterranean type. Nordics claim that these civilizations fell because of racial miscegenation, and degenerated and declined thereafter. However Plato’s Republic, a book that deals specifically with the decline of civilization much closer to the actual period involved, makes no reference to race or ethnicity as a factor. Instead, the morphology of ideological types was described as the principle reason for civilizational decline or rise.
Edward Gibbon, who wrote the monumental The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire, relates that Christian ideology and decadence were the prevailing factors. The ability to discern in-group vs. out-group based upon physiognomy may have desirable applications – “one face, one race” – however, it is essentially an illiterate form of discrimination that is pre-lingua in its tribal homogeneity. One of the reasons I was attracted to the New or Alt-Right was the emphasis on Western Civilization as a composite of European peoples, rather than a strictly whiter-than-thou approach.
Hegel may have been the first to discriminate against Latin Nations in his Philosophy of History:
“They are the product of Roman and German blood, and still retain the heterogeneity thence resulting.”
He called this the principle of Disharmony within the Latin soul. This Disharmony was the reason why Latin nations had retained Catholicism and not accepted the Protestant Reformation, according to Hegel. Max Weber’s thesis on the Protestant work ethic essentially meant that Protestantism aligned its ethos with a bourgeois meritocracy, as opposed to an Aristocratic order founded in Catholicism. This coalesced with the ideas of Francis Galton, who applied Darwinism to social positioning in a free market. Along with Malthus’ theorizing of population growth outstripping resources, this meant that that races could be measured based on economic positioning. With the dominant economic bases at the time being in Northern Europe, principally England, this led to inflating the egos of a rising national consciousness based upon ethnicity.
Racially this was taken up by Arthur de Gobineau, who accredited the fall of Rome to racial admixture – ironically much of that admixture came from German, Celtic, and Slavic slaves. Gobineau’s formulation meant shifting the focus of antagonism from an economic to a racial one, the Third Estate was supposedly comprised of inferior Gauls, while the Ancien Regime was supposedly of Frankish blood. Race acted as a “meta-narrative” that could describe and justify all of society’s aliments. This fueled Nazi purity doctrines and simplistic one-size-fits-all explanations for the historical big picture. Essentialism loomed large – burn the books!
|Romans managing to decline on their own
without too much help from their menials.
The Twilight Zone episode was interesting, though, as it foreshadowed the advancements in cosmetics and biological engineering that could foster a breed of designer babies, all identical with blue eyes and blonde hair, even if the parents were Negroes or Asians. In the episode some children were taken to a robot factory called Facsimile Ltd, in which they could choose the eye color, hair, nose, ears, etc. of their robotic replacement grandmother. If the robotic grandmother did her duty faithfully and the children loved her, she could be rewarded with the gift of life and humanity. Perhaps if I continue writing and advocating for White Nationalism I could become a real Nord or an honorary Aryan – Pinocchio exclaims, “Look, I’m a real…” Ah fuck this!
I awoke early and showered, and met with my group to get breakfast. Hugh, the de factoleader of the group, had to go set up cameras for the conference, and Rob wanted to go to the Mormon Temple to prospect for wives. That left Brajan and I with the day to wander around Capitol Hill, named after the Capitoline Hill of Rome, and dominated as it is by neoclassical and belle epoch architecture, and the ubiquitous Red, White and Blue.
Capitol Hill is magnificent, imperial, and impressive; Congress, the Smithsonian, the sculpture garden, the obelisks, the White House. But it was the Jefferson Memorial, with its palliative beauty and its walls chiseled with his famous words, that made an indelible impression. That poised and restrained Palladian monument, its classical form resting by the boring murky waters of the Tidal Basin like some Roman apparition. Inside the statesmen’s giant statue loomed over the sanctuary, its bronzed form given greater density against the white marble. The crisp air blew through the ionic columns and soporific birdsong intensified the ancient exquisiteness of the open-to-the-elements concept.
|The Jefferson Memorial’s open door policy.|
Here was the truly European statesman, who fought the bankers’ upstart Hamilton over creation of the central bank. Here this Odysseus-like revolutionary of high learning, noble feeling, and many refined talents, subsumed in industriousness and elected purpose, was venerated.
Reading his words and being in that shrine, I felt a kind of peace or the presence of historical greatness. The Jeffersonian democratic ideal, with its small independent farmers, constitutional divisions as a safeguard against tyranny, combined with a willingness to experiment, meant a great deal to me when I was an undergrad. But it was this naïve dawn of American experimentation, this unparalleled optimism that once mirrored my own political and historical understanding, that cast a beatific glow over that post-Enlightenment Renaissance man in that moment. Jefferson had achieved that fine balance between the individual and the collective, the federal and the local, the private citizen and the political. But those elevated Enlightenment principles would come to undermine the very material foundations of the fragile Republic.
The grand principle of “Equality” led to civil war and multiculturalism. “Secularization” led to further fragmentation and civic abstraction. “Federalism” became tyranny, while the tone of moral superiority that tied all this together became a rationalization of empire – as Kipling wrote, of the “White Man’s Burden” in his poem about American involvement in the Philippines. Those inherent tensions between the principle of equality and the individual would create a new synthesis of the individual, wholly material and atomized as de Tocqueville noted – ruled by rational selfishness and economics.
Pressing onwards from Jefferson, we came, in the same way that America came, to the monuments to FDR and his wife Eleanor. The sentiments inscribed on the walls of their memorial became more specious, more abstracted and idealized, and further removed from the material facts of government and historical movement.
FDR was an appeaser of economic interests. Rather than abolish the Fed, which had caused the Great Depression by pursuing a policy of inflation before abruptly cutting back the money supply, Roosevelt left the banking system unchanged, and instead borrowed from those same bankers to fund his New Deal, leading enviably as it did to the Military Industrial Complex and the Cold War. Or, as Ezra Pound pointed out:
“There is no reason the Federal Reserve Board shd. be a private instrument of the executive… That effectively bitches the Jeffersonian system. Destroys balance between execut. Judic. and legislature.”
Then we moved on to MLK Jr. Walking through Washington DC, if you choose your direction “correctly,” can serve as a progressive narrative: all men being self-evidently equal leading to the abolition of ignorance and intolerance, and slavery and war, and then out of this mountain of despair a stone of hope – an ideological journey that weaves through and in-between the pillars of Empire and power.
|Apparently the sculptor
gave up half-way through.
In such a journey you get a sense of two principally conflicting elements converging as the essence of Americanism: high moral grounding to advance sordid political aims.
This concoction was identified by Francis Parker Yockey as “the technic of cant” first developed by the Anglo-Jewish alliance of the British Empire. Cant, of course, is the expression or repetition of conventional or trite opinions or sentiments, especially the insincere use of pious words. Our most “beloved” politicians – Trudeau and Obama, for example – are experts in cant, inspiring “hope” in the masses through this usage of cant.
The American narrative is strong and alluring, and everywhere in Washington the symbols of empire clash with egalitarian principles; the imperial eagle, the fasces, and neoclassical architecture combine to reconstruct a new Rome. The Lincoln Memorial was still to come, and the narrative of American equality finds its medium with Abraham the Emancipator (and war monger) resting his arms upon the fasces. “I am large, I contain multitudes, I am the man,” this monument to federalism seems to say. These liberal ideals seem prescient, but beyond that and beneath them lies something else as Yockey observed, “The world of violence, of cunning, of sin, while maintaining before itself the attitude of selfless morality.”
When we arrived at the NPI conference on the eighth-floor rotunda of the federal government’s Ronald Reagan Building, I had not eaten since early noon and was famished running solely on coffee and cigarettes, two vices that I normally control.
Almost as soon as we entered the room, a reporter with an obviously Jewish name from a major news magazine pounced upon us, asking if we would like to be interviewed. At first I said sure, but when the line of questioning became increasingly probing and personal I got uncomfortable and declined. That’s when Hugh jumped in saying, “I’ll do it.” I listened.
Emboldened by my comrade’s explanations I began to offer my own explanations. I described the power law of the Pareto efficiency as applied to global economics and the shifting of power from the West to the Rest. “A zero-sum game?” quizzed our interlocutor. “Yes,” I said, and added that Donald Trump, with his anti-immigrant and anti-China rhetoric, represents the resentment of Western people who have been sold out by their own profit-driven corporations. Even if he becomes a tyrant as the liberal media portray him, I suggested that this was a necessary historical movement, springing from the decadence of democracy. “After all, Plato said that democracy inevitably leads to tyranny.”
I conceded that Trump’s pro-military and pro-police rhetoric is scary in an era of the total security state, but that maybe America deserves a tyrant. But, I said, it’s not about race, just because the media likes to portray Trump and his supporters as racists. It’s much more about the cyclical law of decay.
Briefly I talked about how American blacks have always represented an historical fissure in American identity, which was supposed to be based on a European melting pot idea. The existence of Blacks “in the mix” pushed the principles of America’s founding fathers too fare from the concrete to the abstract – out of necessity! Jews were part of that too, I said, surmising that the journalist, as suggested by his name, employment, and demeanor was “of that persuasion.”
“One of your people Zangwill wrote the melting pot play.”
“One of my people?” he quizzed in mock coyness.
“Yeh, a Jew.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” said Hugh, “How do you know he’s a Jew?”
“His name tag,” I said gesturing to his press pass.
“I am Jewish,” he said.
“See,” I said to Hugh.
“How do you feel about the Jews?” he asked me.
I put on my broadest smile and said, “Lovely people, the best.”
“I can’t tell if you’re being honest,” he said.
I laughed. “How come you don’t cover AIPAC this way?”
“We do cover AIPAC. You should read us.”
Hugh tried to break this off by steering the reporter towards Professor Kevin MacDonald.
“What do you consider yourself?” I asked.
“I’m an American,” the journalist said.
“You can’t be anything other than what you are,” I said.
“Anyways,” he said, sensing essentialism creeping in, “it was Aristotle who said that thing about democracy and tyranny.”
“Really?” said Hugh.
“Yes, it was in the Nicomachean Ethics.”
“Doesn’t matter,” I said. “Spengler said it too,” still smiling.
I was feeling slightly ungrounded and Brajan shook my hand, saying, “That was awesome.” I got food, mashed potatoes and roast beef, but I did not even taste it, as I stood chatting at a table with an old white guy with a confederate flag tie and his younger Filipino wife. All the waiting staff were Black and many of us contemplated, like Kerouac had, what was going on inside their heads.
|Last minute advertising for the Conference.|
Hugh asked me to work one of the recording cameras for the event, which is how I got the free ticket and ride. The proceedings began with Richard Spencer introducing the event and then Ramzpaul gave a slideshow presentation. Ramzpaul’s presentation was part comedy and part pep talk and went on a little long, with a video presentation at the end about not wasting your life, directed at the many young people in attendance.
Next was Professor MacDonald, whose talk was largely focused on Donald Trump, followed by Spencer, who delivered an oration on the same subject. Nothing particularly salient emerged from the talking points, just a general consensus that Trump’s stance on immigration was a movement in the Alt-Right’s direction and that identity matters.
That night, out at a bar, a bunch of us were drinking. At some point Hugh introduced me to a fellow Canadian, a lawyer from British Columbia. I asked him if he was Irish, but then he began wailing away about how he hated the Irish. I told him I liked the Irish. He was saying how he supported the Ulster Ascendency and how the IRA were “a bunch of sucks.”
“Yea man, how dare they want their own country,” I said mockingly, “I mean the Potato Famine was the planned genocide of one third of their population because of English landowners. What a bunch of fucking sucks.”
When we went outside to smoke, the group of guys fell silent. The Anglo lawyer eyed me suspiciously. “You can talk about me to my face. It’s OK,” I said. They stood around peevishly. Then I went into a sarcastic monologue about how Rome fell due to miscegenation and that we were inferior stock and so on. The lawyer left and Timothy James confided in me that he was quarter Sicilian and suggested I should introduce myself to the others as Alex Fontana.
They all left and I stood around, smoking my last ‘friend’ down to the filter. Some black guy who had been listening and trying to sell a scrappy newspaper came up to me.
“You Italian, man?” he asked in ghetto patois.
“I love Italians, man. Fuck those guys. They’re pussies,” he said, giving me a fist bump. “Wanna buy this paper, man?”
A mercurial being overhead, practicing the arts of mimicry
wings outspread, stretching beyond the gates of eternity
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.
The Return of Authoritas at the Helm of Western Destiny
“No ‘enlightenment’ provides a purely rational, universal form. There is no such form.” – Michael Novak, Unmeltable Ethnics
“The bourgeois, wherever it has got the upper hand, has put an end to all feudal, patriarchal, idyllic relations.” – Karl Marx, The Communist Manifesto
The major pillar of ‘Western repression’ identified by the Left begins within the basic unit of society, the family, and extends as a corruption of human nature itself, which it centers on the free conscience of the individual – thus making the individual the basic unit of society.
This is especially problematic for the family, originally conceived as the basic unit of society, now viewed as an instrument or remnant of oppression. The Left’s attacks against patriarchal authority, have morphed the symbol and function of the Father, as something at the very center of the evil ‘authoritarian society’ to be overcome:
“the fundamental shift from the sociological to the psychological level that occurred during the 1940s was motivated by the fact that in Germany the proletariat had succumbed to fascism and in the Soviet Union socialism had not prevented the development of an authoritarian government that failed to guarantee individual autonomy or Jewish group interests. Within the new perspective authoritarianism was viewed as the fundamental problem, its origin traceable to family interactions and ultimately to the suppression of human nature.”
Even at its onset, the primordial cry of the child for the freedom of the birds – the cry for individual freedom was heard loudest from men who owed their learning and subsequent indignation to the very forms of authoritarian government that had nourished their genius, Immanuel Kant referred to the Enlightenment as “man’s release from his self-incurred tutelage”, tutelage being “man’s inability to make use of his understanding without direction from another”. Of course Kant’s ideas were the result of studiously leaning from the knowledge of other men. Perhaps those men who learn to be shepherds can lead a flock, but not all men become shepherds and philosophers or poet-visionaries, or ‘dreamers of the day,’ like the shepherd, are useless without a flock, just as flocks are aimless without shepherds. One need not look to Milgram-like experimentation to confirm that the majority of people everywhere are sheep. Whether in NAZI Germany or under Maoist communism or within Anglo-American liberal-capitalism, supraindividualist systems, modes of interaction, interrelated recursive systems of symbolic interaction mean that most people just want to get along to get by, most accept the rules of the game, adopting coping mechanisms, and top-down ideologies, accepting that life is unfair while attempting to make the most of it. Thus, the dictation of our current social order, which knowingly and self-deludedly expects shepherds, priests and philosophers of ordinary men and women of no considerable inclination towards such vocation – the ultimate lie of democracy and equality is in attributing noble virtues to the ignoble masses.
“The first great affirmation of modern liberalism: religious freedom.” such injunctions justified its historic attacks against the Church; ‘bless me Father,’ became a form of oppression. Protestantism had broken the sacredness of authority by bestowing priesthood on all believers, the social order that rested on the idea of the Holy Family became a source of exploitation, which have since morphed into attacks upon the social role of men generally, but the European “white male,” in particular. That the crisis of the West has been conceived in terms as a crisis of authority, is most relevant, liberalism like Protestantism is merely a revolt against the sacred principle of authoritas; “Liberalism can only be defined negatively. It is a mere critique, not a living idea. Its great word “freedom” is a negative–it means in fact, freedom from authority.” To base the society on the abstract principle of freedom necessarily entails always looking to extend the remit, from men, to women, to Negroes, to homosexuals, to transgenders, to animals, etc. The progressive tendency is never satisfied because freedom is limitless in its abstraction and run from authoritas. To base a society on Reason, as the Enlightenment attempted, was to dream ineffectual. The sleep of Reason, produces monsters.
That Freud’s father figure had to be dislodged from the fall of 20th Century “totalitarianisms,” became a clarion call to dethrone the European man from atop the castle that he built, as Gertrude Stein once said of Hitler, Mussolini and Roosevelt; “There is too much fathering going on just now and there is no doubt about it fathers are depressing” (Blackner 1995). The father is ‘depressing’ because the father represents the Apollonian principle, a Nietzschean disciplined control of the unregulated Dionysian ego (Freud’s Id) through instilling social order – the father expects, the mother accepts.
The empty shell of nationalism usurped by the merchant religiosity of economic and social liberalism. Insofar as the guillotine performs its democratic function, with globalized finance underwriting both government debt and the illusion of sovereignty. In attempting to give form to modern man (and woman), the private individual endowed with the right to pursue his own happiness, who is nevertheless under the distrustful surveillance of the national security state, one should recall the figure of the Acephalic employed by that theoretician of ‘sacred sociology,’ George Bataille. The Acephalic is the figure of man and the body politic of his democratic-liberal dispensation = headless, which is Bataille and Andre Masson’s symbolic representation of modern man, as a being “unaware of prohibition” moving beyond god and himself, “made of innocence and crime” holding life in one hand and death in another, losing himself in the labyrinth of his intestines, “in which I discover myself as him, in other words as a monster.” His appetites are his only responsibility, the politics of the ‘free’ individual.
Bataille’s Acephalic, apparently giving form to the Leftist variant of the Nietzschean ‘Ubermensch’… as “an attempted harnessing of an aggressive libidinal energy to combat the violent ascendancy of Fascism… The community must serve no master, no minister, no Fuhrer, it must be headless.”
It was at one point common to speak of the father as the ‘head of the family’ but under the assault of ‘freedom’ and ‘happiness’ only rarely is that possible. The ascension of Trump at least symbolically reinstates such a positionality, as the homosexual-nigger-dick-sucking-Jew-Milo affectionately calls Trump “daddy” it is in fact representational of the primordial need for strong men in leadership positions, to concretize form in the shape of authority to battle the chaos monsters that threaten to relativize the world into the primordial swamp of its birthing.
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AF – Richie, first of all thanks for joining us.
RC – Sometime I throw Whitey a bone, like you pay now, but China own your bonds, just remember who gonna be first GDP…
AF – I’ve seen from your Twitter feed that you use the word “Baizuo” quite a bit, I see one Tweet you even referred to Canadian PM Justin Trudeau as a Baizuo, now I had to look it up, but for our audience what does it mean?
RC – Baizuo mean stupid white liberal cuck phaggots who sell out their own country and let foreigners take over. China have no respect for baizuo who morally try to make themselves look good by betraying their race and nation. China number one! Bitch.
AF – What about all the Chinese that are leaving China and investing their money in Western countries, doesn’t that worry you?
RC – China need aggressive expansion, the Fuedai go and buy, buy, buy, we rule in white country but dumb baizuo like Trudeau say whiteman who serve me food and cook me dinner and shine my car is privileged… lol… If he so stupid I fuck his mother like Castro and he call me daddy.
AF – Richie, that’s not nice.
RC – Fuck nice, nice for phaggot losers, CHINA NUMBER ONE, bitch. You be nice to China now. You see soyboy Trudeau have private dinners with China businessman who invest in his fake-daddy’s foundation and then he lift restrictions… lol… plus China now colonizer, we taking over Africa and niggers slave for us… stupid gweilo – we Faustians now! You never seen Rising Sun? We take over.
AF – I thought Rising Sun was about the Japs?
RC – Chick is chink.
AF – But not everyone who comes to places like Canada from China and elsewhere is fuedai, some are poor, I’ve seen them picking through trash at night to return bottles to the LCBO.
RC – That because Chinese very smart, high IQ, we come from high like fuedai and buy, buy, buy, but also low like starving Maoist peasant and we take shitty jobs from white people too… But we have communist/Confucius work ethic and we take over your universities, so dumb whites cannot even get in…lol… So everywhere you look Chinese take over… Like in Germany with Hitler, all the German Jews owned everything and the Germans were poor peasants and then the Jews from the East came over and they like the bottom feeders and they become communists because not like rich Jews who bankers, but everywhere they think ‘what is best for Jews’ that why Chinese like Great Jewish rats, you cannot stop us, Hitler no come back, too many soyboy baizuos…lol..
AF – That’s interesting, so you’re saying the Chinese are basically the new Jews? ‘Yellow Jews?’
RC – What you think dumb-dumb, China only care for money, we take skinny white buddha and we make him jolly fat Chinaman because we no suffer like stupid Christians, we do job, like Trump said ‘we make deal now.’ We don’t care about your Christian morality, we like Jews reject Christ as kike on stick, you fucking dumb gweilo, human rights are for white cucks. We use genetic modifications to make the great Han race superior.
AF – Trump said before he got in office that he was going to nationalize the American economy and he had a lot of bad things to say about China ‘ripping off the American people’ and was against globalism, but now he’s making historic business deals with China, what changed?
RC – Trump is businessman, his skin really yellow, he like Jew, he need China.
AF – How do you feel about North Korea?
RC – Chink is chink, but China number one! If Trump say we put more money in military its good for China… soon we turn on whole world… fuck you, China number one.
AF – How do you feel about white people who have been warning about the yellow peril for decades, even over a century, like Jack London and the German Kaiser?
RC – Of course yellow peril real, we taking over, have you looked at our numbers? The great Han race will not perish from this earth, hail the great Han race, hail Mao, hail victory!
AF – Hail Mao?
RC – Why not, great leap forward, Mao wanted China to match British GDP, but soon we number one! We come to your country and your white youth all fucked up on MTV and ‘finding themselves’ with subculture crap, parents think like phaggot Kevin Spacey in American Beauty… they smoke pot think it cool… and we get good jobs become doctor and lawyer, we marry and fuck and buy your country and your women… we eat red meat now, not empty carb and soy, we drink finest European wine… You’re all fucked… Yellowman is future, even Nietzsche say…lol…
AF – Wow, are there closing remarks to the American AltRight maybe?
RC – Old Chinese proverb, ‘never interrupt baizuo when he make mistake,’ Confusion say.
AF – Thanks for your time.
RC – Yea very busy right now, you lucky.