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Consumerism Dies As Currency Plunges In Value

Sunday, April 30th, 2017

Warning signs abound in the prole reich created by democracy. Despite attempts to bolster the economy — “pump priming” — by importing the entire third world, the economy of the West falters as currency declines in value as a result of Leftist social programs:

Whole Foods had grand plans for a UK expansion too, opening its first outpost in Kensington in 2004 with plans for 40 more. But Whole Foods has stalled: like much of the retail sector, it faces economic headwinds including razor-thin margins, competition from other retailers offering organic food, and increasingly price-conscious consumers.

…One rival chain, Sprouts Farmers Market, was found to be on average 19% cheaper than Whole Foods. Other rivals, including Kroger, picked up Whole Foods customers. Last month, Barclays advised that Whole Foods had experienced a “staggering” decline in foot traffic that it estimated at 3%, or roughly 14 million customers.

Here in the mental state of Read Between The Lies you must parse carefully what the herd says in order to figure out what is rationalization/excuse/justification (REJ) and what is actual cause-effect reasoning. They speak of a number of factors, but the big one is price. Whole Foods is too expensive for what it offers.

This fits into the only sensible analysis of the Obama years. Just as under Clinton, the US switched to demand-side economics, but this delegated the value of our currency to world markets, which promptly rejected the Obama doctrine because our economy was based on a circular Ponzi scheme, making a fragile economy which will explode as consumer demand falls.

Whole Foods and others are dying because, despite our “great” economy, most people are suffering a loss of ready cash because the cash is worth 40% less than pre-Obama money. As a result, they are avoiding places that are financial traps, and instead, quietly going to Walmart and bypassing the whole consumer retail spectacle.

As often happens, bubbles occur where a product is scarce but eventually will become easier to come by. Consumer goods were once a huge profit center in the West, but over time, the equality boom of the French Revolution faded and so consumer goods declined in value. Now, we watch that industry pass away, having made itself irrelevant by raising costs just as the audience needed it to level out.

Virginity Explosion Reveals The Isolation And Promiscuity Of Modern People

Sunday, April 30th, 2017

As if cementing the unfortunate fact that modernity, by liberating people from the social order and context they depend on, creates many lonely people. When there was social order, everyone had a place; now, we have created a free-for-all where some take more than their share, and many others simply go without because they are unable to find a place.

A traditional order after all is a cascading hierarchy, not the binary hierarchy (leaders versus masses) that we have today. In a traditional order, cities are smaller, and most people live in towns where everyone has a role. Each person has a specialty of some kind, meaning that all have roles and no one is truly extraneous.

Modern society, following the wisdom of crowds and factories, turns people into interchangeable parts. You are only what you are worth having jumped through the right hoops and found the right job, but this means that you have no specific role. You are more mass labor, thousands running at the gap like disposable heroes in wars, and no one has an exclusive role except at the very top.

The result is that modern people are soul-crushingly lonely and compensate for that with a number of activities which are essentially empty and thus harmful to their well-being. For example, witness this social media effort to get women to have sex with male virgins:

ANYway, the challenge is for each girl to find ONE virgin in their life (LEGAL please! we dont want our sluts to get in trouble for [expletive deleted] a 15 year old…like i did…ANYwayyy) and approach them to offer to help them out of their serious condition.

…Ok, so the short version!
1) SSC girls, find a virgin. Here or on your own.
2) SSC virgin guys, reply ONCE saying you’re interested and generally where you are.
3) Find and [expletive deleted] each other! (this is the fun part in case you werent sure)

When people are lonely, and cannot form real connections, they rely on a mental subterfuge which says that if you act out a thing of meaning, you obtain the meaning. In this way, those who pretend they are in love can claim they are in love, or at least had a significant but fleeting experience, which appeals to the prole romanticism of the herd.

But in the end, everyone is still lonely. The act ends… the actors withdraw… silence and darkness descend on the stage.

Work Has Spiritual Value Only When Its Goal Has Meaning

Sunday, April 30th, 2017

Damon Linker at The Week makes a powerful argument against Universal Basic Income (UBI), which in his view, deprives people of the spiritual importance of work:

If the idea had merit, it might make sense for the left to push the case, regardless of its immediate prospects. But the left should do no such thing — because a UBI would not address (and would actually intensify) the worst consequences of joblessness, which are not economic but rather psychological or spiritual.

When a job is lost, the economic hardship is real and requires a response. Unemployment insurance, food stamps, and the other programs that make up the safety net need to kick in. By all means, let’s strengthen these programs and add some new ones to help out. But they need to be temporary, a bridge to a new job — not because there’s a serious danger of the person falling into dependency on the government, as a Republican might suggest, but because a person who falls out of the workforce permanently will be prone to depression and other forms of psychological and spiritual degradation.

He is half-right, which is the best level of accuracy to have if you want your idea to get out there far and wide. A half-right idea can be debated constantly in every pub and classroom because the bad is bound up with the good, thus every person has something to praise and something to attack. It evokes audience participation well.

The correct part is that a UBI would — like socialism, and what is a UBI but backdoor socialism? — destroy personalities by giving people a life without purpose. The incorrect part is that this purpose can be found in work; in fact, work detracts from purpose, which is why almost everyone in our worker’s paradise is miserable, lonely and pointless. At least, most work is this way.

What type of work provides purpose? Work is a means to an end, and that means that the nature of work depends on its goal. No one feels bad when laboring to do something that improves civilization. This provides even more of a lift than “helping people” which usually means helping those who cannot or will not help themselves. If what we do gives to all, from this day forward, it feels good.

Naturally not every job can do this directly. Some must grow the food, stock the grocery stores, fix the sewers and so on. As long as these people can believe in their civilization and its future, this work becomes joyful. But a McJob in a cubicle? This contributes to nothing and gives no sense of meaning.

Those of us who are “antiwork Conservatives” have realized that work is a substitute for purpose in most people in the West. They face existential questions they cannot handle, so they rush off back to work… a distraction like television, wine, video games, sex, shopping and sports.

Work in itself is a substitute for the real thing, which is achievement. People feel achievement when they contribute to something that is more than temporary. When you give your time to make a civilization great for the future both near and distant, you feel this sense of achievement. Just attending a job does not give this feeling, although most people simply rationalize it as having done so because they want to feel like their lives are meaningful, in inverse proportion to how meaningful they actually are.

This is why, instead of a UBI, Amerika suggests an exchange of UBI for jobs that need doing but are not profitable. This would be a great way to reverse our civilization freefall into consumerism and democratic make-work activities.

#SpeakFreely — If You Have The Will To Shoot To Kill

Sunday, April 30th, 2017

I can save your family about $300K. Don’t send your precocious and brilliant young Xerox Copy off to UC Berkeley. It not only won’t enhance his intellect, it will pointedly and deliberately enstupidate him into compliance with the dictates of The Inner SWPL Party.

One thing universities aren’t really big on is Free Speech. That Free Speech Movement is something Berkeley just flushed down the toilet. And the Real Conservatives who go around beating their chests about “Muh Free Speech”? Laugh at those contemptable Cuckwads.

“As of 4:00 p.m. today, Young America’s Foundation will not be moving forward with an event at Berkeley on April 27 due to the lack of assurances for protections from foreseeable violence from unrestrained leftist agitators,” they continued. “Berkeley should be ashamed for creating this hostile atmosphere.”

Ashamed? Flipping Ashamed? To quote Amerikan Tennis Thug John McEnroe, “You cannot be serious!”

Terrorists do not perform acts of terrorism out of desperation. They do not perform them out of rage. The man who led the 9-11 suicide attacks had a degree in Mechanical Engineering. Terrorism is studied, calculated and tactical. Terrorists do terrorism, because as long as Cucks are allowed to make important decisions; it will always work like hell.

And this unmitigated, fumiferous bull-spit about you having rights. You get rights from an antipodal place from where you get eternal salvation. Jesus saves your sorry @$$ by grace. The state lets you have rights to the extent that they find it expedient and convenient*. When the self-regarding, smug and arrogant state finds the costs of your whiney, pathetic and self-indulgent rights greater than the social cohesion they gain from protecting them, then you retain the subset of those rights that you feel personally inclined to shoot other people with handguns in order to persevere. Do I really need to mention that UC Berkeley is emphatically gun free?

So all liberals ever have to do in order to shut you up is to make it expensive and painful for the authorities to allow you free speech. Flip that cost-benefit number into the red, and the Cuckservatives will give the liberals the duct tape with which you will be rudely silenced. The Leftists at Berkeley are not ashamed of their hostile atmosphere. They would suffer a far greater humiliation if Ann Coulter were allowed speak there without being stoned (the kind with rocks, not cannabinoids) on the campus commons. That hostile environment? It got ‘er the fck done! The hostile atmosphere at Berkeley is to UC President, Janet Napolitano what the smell of napalm in the morning was to Col. Kilgore.

Cucks enable liberal thugs. They cower in the corner saying “shame, shame, shame” like the Church Lady in Game of Thrones. Do I need to remind these idiot Cucks what Cersei Lannister did to that character when she got tired of being told to be ashamed? That’s what the typical Lefty would enjoy doing to a loathsome Cuckservative as soon as the cost of their continued charade about those stupid rights gets to be greater than the social cohesion gains of providing them. You have the rights you are willing to die for. No more rights, no fewer.


* — That’s about as close as Democracy ever gets to a state of grace, kiddoes.

Black Jesus and The Last Rhodesian

Saturday, April 29th, 2017

Dylan ¡STORMFRONT! Roof was a ¡CRIMINALNAZIH8TERPYSCHORACISTKILLER! On the other hand, we’ll quite never know what triggered poor Kori Ali Muhammad. It’s a total mystery. Poor Kori, he’s just misunderstood

A gunman who nicknamed himself ‘Black Jesus’ shot and killed three strangers in a bid to kill as many white people as possible, police said. During his rampage, Kori Ali Muhammad, 39, first walked up to a lorry and shot the man sitting in the passenger seat. He shot at another and missed, then hit a 37-year-old man walking on a pavement as he carried groceries. The final victim was shot dead in the car park of a charity building.

I mean just because he walked around wasting people solely for the color of their skin and their religious beliefs doesn’t make him a ¡RACIST! like Dylan ¡STORMFRONT! Roof. I mean come on. Let’s not trigger Islamaphobia or fear of a black planet. Don’t give off the funny vibe. While we can rule out the possibility that he doesn’t like Mondays, we just can’t speculate regarding the real reasons.

Never you mind that he had hate speech all over his Zuckerface page…

On what appeared to be his Facebook page, he repeatedly posted ‘#LetBlackPeopleGo’ and encouraged ‘black warriors’ to ‘mount up’. He wrote that his ‘kill rate increases tremendously on the other side’ and also posted about ‘white devils’.

We apparently learned nothing from Dylan Roof’s The Last Rhodesian web manifesto. When people post this crap, it’s at least worth taking a look at. Dylan may have started out “just kidding.” It may have originally just been a frustrated young man venting. But by the time he made a hideous demon out of himself at the African American Church he’d certainly talked himself into believing his own bull crap.

Kori ALi Muhammad not only spoke a similarly frightening language of illogical tribal hatred to Dylan Roof, but he gave far more previous indication of being a violent sociopath. If not detecting and preventing Dylan Roof’s shooting spree was a societal failure, than not intervening against Kori Ali Muhammad was criminal negligence.

Muhammad has a criminal history that includes arrests on weapons, drugs and false imprisonment charges and making terrorist threats. He had been associated with gangs but he was not a confirmed member, police say. Muhammad was charged in 2005 with possessing cocaine with intent to distribute, court records show. Federal prosecutors said at the time that he was also in possession of a 9mm semi-automatic handgun and two rifles after being convicted of a felony. He claimed insanity and his lawyer requested a psychiatric examination, saying Muhammad ‘appeared eccentric with some bizarre beliefs’.

Despite his poverty and previous social and economic failures, Dylan Storm Roof was actually harder to see coming. Like Howard Brush Dean, he liked hanging around with his Black Friend. He actually made a show out of his interracial friendship. At least nobody will ever accuse “Black Jesus” of similar hypocrisy.

So why wasn’t anyone concerned over Kori Ali Muhhammad’s “bizarre beliefs?” They can’t be. Even though he was obviously a potential assassin and even more obvious in his irregularity than Dylan Storm Roof, we couldn’t profile. It would have been politically incorrect. It would have been racially biased.

We had to sit there and watch him gun people down first. In case you are not convinced that people who announce murderous intent on Facebook may well be serious and should be investigated if not arrested, please watch the YouTube below and keep the recent news of the week in mind. Political correctness gets people laid out.

American Police De-Mask Antifa As A Means Of Preserving Social Order

Saturday, April 29th, 2017

Police in Berkeley, California came to an amazing conclusion: since police in Auburn, AL avoided political violence by simply unmasking Antifa, if police in Berkeley did not do the same, they could well be liable in lawsuits for negligence. So the cops ordered the masks off, and the violence dropped way down:

Leftists always use anonymity to bully individuals, where Rightists tend to use it to get the word out about things that would otherwise be censored. As a result, “empowering” protestors by allowing them to wear masks and bring bike locks to protests results in violence, which inverts its purpose in protecting free speech into destruction of free speech through Leftist violence.

The New York Times Caught Faking The News Again

Saturday, April 29th, 2017

The small things often tell us more clearly what something is about than the really huge things. The New York Times is acknowledged as the gold standard of journalism by Leftists and globalists worldwide, but they routinely lie by failing to discover all the facts, then pitching the resulting partial story as an emotional experience instead of a factual one.

In this case, the Times is covering up the plagiarism behind their feel-good story of the day, stealing from a man to give to a woman, and then lying about the coverup with the knowing tone of a manipulative preschool teacher. Witness the saga of Craig Robinson, Elsa Hansen Oldham and The New York Times:

A few weeks ago I got an email, someone was kind enough to give me a heads up that there was someone out there doing embroidery work that looks a lot like my Minipops. And that this someone had their work featured in the T magazine section of the New York Times. I clicked. And this is what I found.

Hmmm.

I had a look around the Internet and found the below images on another article, where my influence is mentioned. Seems like someone thought they could copy my Minipops, and then when she had exhausted that resource, continue to copy my style.

Like our Leftist overlords, The New York Times tells the story it wants — a warm, heart-tugging tale of a lone woman defying the odds to become a genius innovator — and ignores enough of the facts to not be telling anything approximating the whole story. (As humans, we never get 100%, but hitting in the mid-80s is sufficient to cover all the necessary bases).

Then, when the unpolitically correct victim speaks out, the Times like a nagging schoolmarm tells the rest of us that we are merely being unreasonable, and we should have a sippy cup full of juice and grow up and see things their way. What a wonderful world we have created through consumerism and media regulating what is publicly known as “true.”

El Autismo d e l u x e

Saturday, April 29th, 2017

Emil Cartwright scanned the horizon for clouds. He had been working from his home in Mexico as a computer programmer for about six months now, and he had learned that the locals had an indifferent attitude toward planning, so if he wanted not to get stranded in a storm, he had better predict it himself.

Satisfied, he climbed into his dune buggy and raced off into the sands that surrounded the mid-size city he had chosen as a retreat. Every day, he got up and fixed web sites and point of sale systems for his clients, working remotely for up to four hours. Then he had the rest of the day for himself and, like today, he often explored the surrounding land, similar to that of his native Arizona.

It was nice to get outside of the disorder of the city. Unlike the city he grew up in, this one was marked by disorganized and apathetic activity. Construction work happened while people still occupied the building being altered. Some buildings were simply abandoned, rotting away. Theft was common. Open sewage streamed through the street.

Being a libertarian, Emil saw the situation differently. Everyone had to go to work anyway, so they should set up society based on transactions. People could pay more to live in nice places and the disorder would not exist there. Since people are rational, he reasoned, they would work harder and earn more to have a nice place to live, and soon the disorder would disappear.

The free market fixed things. He knew that soon technology would make so much suffering obsolete the way it had removed buggy whips, whale oil lanterns and rotary phones from our lives. He had faith in the rationality of people, and looked forward to the day that humanity woke up and stepped into the glowing world of progress.

Today he felt good about his situation. He ventured far beyond the city, relishing the full tank of gas and moderate cruising speed of his vehicle. As the day warmed up, he wanted to get out of the sun, so pulled into one of the antiques shops that dotted the countryside, flypaper for tourists. But today it felt right to stop here.

“Desk, sewing machine, desk, sewing machine,” he muttered under his breath. This particular store was less interesting than he had hoped it would be. Most of this stuff was junk, old furniture that had never seen maintenance and so was falling apart at the touch, or recycled technology from the past decade. But something caught his eye in the corner.

1950s styling distinguished the red metal case. At first he thought it was a refrigerator, but then looked inside and realized it was some kind of radio or computer. He tried tracking circuits, but could make no sense of it. The bottom was badly corroded but the circuit boards intact.

“$25,” he said to the man behind the counter.

“The price esays $50,” said the fellow, a middle class Mexican mix of Spanish and Asians who had been here since before the formation of Europe.

“I want to pay $25,” said Emil.

“Whatever you like,” said the man. “It seems like it has always been yours anyway.”

As he roared back into the city that night, the heavy machine strapped between the seats of his spare parts dune buggy, Emil reflected that this might have been his first impulse purchase ever. With the help of the night porter, he struggled to get the thing into his apartment. There it sat for the next two days as he answered calls and fussed bits into place to make machines far away work.

When he did turn to it, he first vacuumed it out, then disconnected the rusty base and corroded power supply. He did not recognize this old style of parts despite it being only six decades old, but he was able to remove the rust and oil the base, then went hunting for a power supply. He found one at the end of the day, dusty in a corner of a typewriter shop.

“$5,” said the owner. “It hasa been here for years. Just take it away, please.”

When Emil got home, he made himself a light risotto with Chianti for dinner and watched the sun set. Then by the flicker of old incandescent bulbs, he got to work bolting the base back into place and then screwing the new power supply into place. He cleaned the face, watching the logo gleam back at him: El Autismo d e l u x e.

He searched for some way to interface with the device but found only two RCA ports like he would use to connect it to an old television. These were made of cardboard, wax and lucite and looked old fashioned in their handmade, slightly off-center way. It took some calling around but he was able to hire a personal assistant for $5 an hour to find him a converter to hook the thing up to his monitor.

All plugs attached, he flipped the switch on the front of the device and watched as his screen flickered to life. The circuitry looked advanced; surely it must be some kind of radar, or a really fancy television? His spirits fell as he saw the picture on screen which was barely as good as the three-dimensional viewers of his childhood. But he soon relaxed and found himself simply watching.

It seemed he was receiving a television broadcast, but not from any time he recalled. A hand-lettered 1950s style sign proclaimed THE SINGULARITY above a building of a strange modern architecture, based on curves and not cubes, that he did not recognize. People filed in wearing the attire of earlier ages that always struck people from his time as oddly formal, but they carried cell phones.

He saw a woman wearing an elegant summer dress that came down to below her knees, talking on what looked like a thinner iPhone, resting her arm on a Packard in the parking lot as another pulled in. People filed into the lecture hall and the camera followed without a single shake, revealing a gleaming glass tower of octagonal shape rising above the audience. It pulsed with a grey-violet light.

There was no sound, but a balding man in a suit was speaking, gesturing toward the machine. Emil could see more of the strange hand-lettered signs around, talking about processing capability (“one trillion UNIVACs”) and memory (“seven billion LOCs”). Then from the way the man gestured, Emil could tell that he was talking about joining these units together… many of them.

More 1950s hybrid 2020s imagery passed: nuclear tests, wars he did not recognize, space flight from a strange glider plane, telepathic imaging. Then, soldiers in the awkward old uniforms and carrying old-fashioned looking guns jumped into some of those tiny Jeeps to go up a winding mountain road. They went deep inside the rock, and through the darkness ahead he could see light.

A city, he thought. No — some kind of crystalline nexus. As the lead Jeep rounded the final bend, he saw that it was neither. Instead what lay before him was a city block or more worth of these octagonal towers. The cave pulsed with their light. Then the Jeep drove down a tunnel carved through rock, past nuclear reactors, bomb shelters, small factories, hospitals, schools, control centers filled with flashing lights and what looked like streamlined, more powerful versions of 1950s computers…

He dozed off. He awakened to images of flying through clouds. The plane landed outside Los Angeles, or what he imagined was a city like it, and then white-coated scientists hopped onto ten-ton military trucks to drive into the mountains. There, he saw another crystalline city of supercomputers, but this time the film emphasized the thick cable running off through the mountains.

New Year’s Eve. Champagne was poured; chorus girls in red, white and blue danced to what he imagined was the national anthem. At the stroke of midnight, a portly boffin strode purposefully to the center of the stage and threw a lever. The lights dimmed and flickered. Then on the wall, a screen came to life. It showed nodes across the United States coming online.

Next came a news report showing the outside of a brick building that was both ornate and stately, suggesting a university or a church. The video cut to a huge immaculate room in which young men in lab coats were feeding books into ports the size of a microwave oven. The books went in, and a light flashed, producing the shadows of moving pages. Then the book slid out the other side.

On the screen, a hand-drawn illustration popped up, showing stacks of books increasing by the millions. Then another room: photographs were offered on one side, and on another, video and audio were being screened. Intermittent shots of giant memory units, apparently using a solid-state technology, showed how much information went into the machine.

Finally it seemed over. Some years had gone by; the narrator looked slightly older. As he spoke, the camera moved to five scientists in oily lab coats smoking pipes over coffee in a kitchen somewhere. The lights dimmed and flickered again. They looked up, with joyful expressions. The next scene showed more military activity.

Emil lost track of the progression here. The phone rang; he checked email on his laptop; later, he ordered some food. But he caught the scenes of electronic equipment being installed in planes and tanks, submarines taking on new computer units, and then a completely automated factory churning out a car every thirty-eight minutes by the stopwatch of the narrator.

Munching down Chinese food, he lit a cigarette and watched more. The first scene showed the distinctive architecture of St. Basil’s Cathedral against a grey Moscow night. A brightness formed on a nearby building, which then vanished in billowing smoke as multiple additional bright spots struck. As twilight deepened he could see laser beams striking targets across the landscape.

The next news report covered first a charred city somewhere in America, with bodies carried from homes. Since he had no allegiance to America, Emil paid little attention. But other shots showed tanks, more like futuristic versions of present tanks, cruising through snow and mud to attack a clearly panicked enemy. He slowly realized that the computer — whatever it was — had made them, or thought them up. They moved faster and more lightly than other tanks, and fired missiles and shots too quickly for a human.

In the next clip, Soviet flags were dragged across the pavement in Washington, D.C. The film cut to an open ditch dug in frozen snow by what looked like a radio-controlled bulldozer. Soldiers herded several hundred civilians to the edge. Tanks moved from outside the woods, and fired a rapid valley of machine gun fire, puffs of smoke cresting the ice and snow. Bodies fell into the grave, and another group were led out to the same fate.

Other images flashed across the screen. The Eiffel Tower, collapsed. The Brandenburg gate dynamited. Bombers with graceful lines dropping scattershot bombs that erased buildings from the landscape. They looked like traditional Chinese architecture. Again with the mass graves and tanks firing impassively, never missing. The scene repeated in multiple countries.

The camera switched to a university classroom. The narrator stepped up and pointed to a population chart. It showed a prior year list of billions, then a present year number in the low tens of millions. The camera panned to the class, and he saw a sea of white faces, attentive. There were no blacks, Mexicans or Asians present.

Another shot showed these same students studying, quickly marking answers down a page in a physics class, or building complex electronic devices in shop class. In the corner a short octagonal computer stack hummed, pulsing as it assessed answers. The children with the good answers went to meet the principal. The others went to another mass grave scene.

“It worships intelligence,” said Emil. He stared deep into the pulsing machine as the camera zoomed in on it, but just as he seemed to feel a sense of its personality, the scene cut to another setting. It showed people out the in fields, cultivating crops. Then a bell rang and they all ran inside to study. Then another bell, and they were practicing martial arts.

His breath slackened as he watched the incredible vitality of these people. A machine checked test scores; the narrator, quite an old man now, nodded approvingly. Emil saw the new master race emerge from the tutelage of the machine: dark-haired, rigid-featured, a mixture of European ethnicities. From the charts he saw, each one crushed him in educational, athletic and martial abilities.

“Way to make a guy feel inferior,” he said, and started giving the movie half of his attention. He snapped to however when the war films resumed. Tanks surged into foreign lands, their guns seeming to fire indiscriminately, but then enemies — civilian and military — fell in heaps, like reaped wheat. Emil realized that a powerful post human intelligence was at play here.

The Singularity, he thought. The moment when humanity finally got its act together, fed all of its knowledge into a supercomputer, and found some ultimate answers. The charts flashed on screen showed even fewer survivors this time. The computer was saving those who had intellectual possibilities and worked hard, and filtering out the rest.

A new video came on. The narrator was very old and looked barely conscious. The new generation of geniuses was about to enter university. The camera panned over the group, and Emil noticed how similar they looked. Not Nordic, but a generic round face and dark hair and eyes, almost Asiatic.

The videos after that showed the expansion of society. Everyone worked in the fields, then worked at a desk, then exercises and practiced fighting. Society was rigorous, orderly and scientific. Standards prevailed: now any one part of the world started looking about like any other, with the same safety rules, signs, roads, houses, shops and cars.

Emil nodded off again. When he awoke, he saw a new video. It described the glorious merger of East and West, since both were high IQ societies who engaged in the same behavior. Now the parents of college students were all mixed partnerships between Asians and Caucasians. The students looked Eurasian, smooth square faces with narrow eyes.

The camera hovered over the machine. Now it took up dozens of caverns, each pulsing with the same glow, and every aspect of life was managed by the machine. Literature, philosophy and music had vanished; instead, only STEM fields were pursued, and every person lived this regimented life, ruled by the Constitution, the philosophy of Karl Popper, and the inerrant machine.

As the video faded out, Emil saw what society had become. Apartment blocks, each distinctive in architecture, and private plots of land. These covered almost the entire globe. Every person was intelligent, studious, hard-working and rigid in focus. All extraneous activity had been lost. In fact, life had become… mechanical.

The screen quirked and then faded out with the pulse of blue light that happens when analog machines lose power.

“No,” said Emil, pounding on the cold metal face. “No, it can’t be!” He had spent his entire post-teenage life hoping for the Singularity, but now that he saw it, he was unsure. Rather, he felt ill.

As it turned out, his cries had alerted some nearby criminals. The doorframe exploded apart near the lock. Two men, squat and Asiatic in the style of the region, burst in. When they saw Emil’s meagre possessions, they cursed. One of them raised the shotgun and Emil had just enough time to register the burst and think that it must be buckshot. Then his body stopped working, became immensely cold, and he fell to the group.

His eyes unfocused and then came back again. He could feel something leaving him, an event like the shattering of hope. From where he was on the floor, he could hear people arguing in a foreign language. His last vision was of the metal frame before him and the cryptic words which now he understood:

El Autismo d e l u x e

Conservatives Need To End Confusion About The Roots Of Western Civilization

Friday, April 28th, 2017

The big problem with living in a collapsing civilization is that by defending parts of that dying empire, you further its survival instead of allowing it to pass peacefully along and be restarted. This has been the flaw of conservatism all along.

For example, if your government has become corrupt, defending it in wars and paying taxes merely helps it achieve its evil aims. The more you try to fix it without scrapping it, the more it gains power to do more bad.

It becomes tempting to defend other things that, in a functional civilization, would be good. By doing that, you end up protecting parts of the decline simply because they are better than other parts.

In addition, people find inverse scapegoats, or “proxies,” that they cling to. These seem like good things, but by distracting from what actually must be done and absorbing the resources that need to go toward that, they become methods of self-defeat.

To clarify: it is not that these things are bad per se, but they are not the solution we need, and therefore are both a distraction and a fatal mistake.

For example, Fred Reed writes about the place of Christianity in the West:

Renegade Jews founded Christianity (most Jews soon wished they had not), as a sort of heresy that got out of control, lost all resemblance to Judaism, and eventually stretched across Europe, Russia, North and South America, Australia, and the Byzantine Empire. In all of these it shaped the culture, art, philosophy, literature, the very framework of mind. Much of this was superb and remains unsurpassed.

And what a magnificent thing it was! The traveler of today may have seen the gorgeous churches of Cuzco in the Peruvian Andes, Norman churches in Sicily, and Notre Dame, Salisbury, the wonderful cathedral of Barcelona, the Hagia Sophia, the ceremony of the Russian Orthodox. The artistry, the engineering needed to build many of them in times without structural steel are astonishing. Today in Mexico, in town after town one finds the churches on the central plaza, all different, many splendid, places of quiet and meditation. In any of these them, before Protestantism cast its drab cloak of half of the faith, a traveler could enter and understand everything he saw.

This is a typical conservative attitude — remember, they are the people of “patriotism, religion and working hard” (PRWH) — that ignores the fact that Western civilization was constructing great architecture and developing great art and philosophy for many years before Christ. Even if we ignore the Greeks and pre-Christian Romans, there are the Indo-Europeans who wandered through Asia and left behind many great civilizations, all of which display the things he writes about above, although most are lost to time.

Please do not mistake this for an anti-Christian rant. I love old churches, many of the Christian rituals, and the Christian sexual morality which was probably appropriated from the pagans but which modern-day pagans have not retained. Chastity and virginity are forces upon which one can build a great civilization by creating honest people and loving families. All those who want to destroy civilizations — I am thinking of Leftists here, and big business — oppose this type of self-discipline and honor.

As a traditionalist of the perennialist school, I view religion as literature. We live in one world, and reality has one truth, but it is described in many forms, most metaphorical because the metaphysical and eternal does not translate well into specific language. There are insights to be found in all of the great faiths.

However, Christianity has two big stumbling blocks. The first is that by being a religion of the Word, it makes itself accessible and exploitable in a way that esoteric faiths do not. The second is that, no matter how much of it was borrowed from European sources, Christianity ultimately has a foreign origin. This is not an anti-Semitic charge; it does not matter which foreign group did it, and we can even like and respect them as I do, but they remain foreign and so does Christianity despite centuries of Europeanization.

Instead this essay encourages those on the Right (realists who see a need for a qualitative approach to existence) to look at the Europeanization, and not Christianity. Everywhere our people have gone, we have made things that are both great and specific to us, capable of appreciation but not duplication elsewhere in the world, because they are an outpouring of our souls and genetics, two things that are linked because — like it or not — genetics determines much if not all of how we see the world.

Reed goes on to typical conservative “woe is all” thinking:

The future? Christianity seems to be dying out. A resurgence is hard to imagine. It simply isn’t suited to the modern world. The Old Testament in particular is ugly and immoral and its magical events I suspect are too much for the modern mind.

You might call this a victory for paganism. The pagans, believers in mystical events and an underlying order to all existence, have the same contemplative outlook that Schopenhauer praised in Christianity. This fits with how I define Western people, which is that we are reflective or prone to analysis not just of material but of meaning and pattern to existence.

Keep in mind that I write this as someone who finds great inspiration in many Christian writers and thinkers. In my view, they are speaking a different dialect of the same language we see in Greco-Roman, Nordic and Hindu paganism. However, paganism unlike Christianity is monistic, informal and idealistic or based in the idea of the world being composed of something that acts like thought or idea.

By targeting proxies instead of our actual goal, conservatives doom us to repetition. Christianity rode along with the West for some time, but its focus on personal morality caused people to turn their gaze from the future of civilization, and instead to focus on being moral for the sake of appearances. We cannot fix that; we need a more warlike, comprehensive, forward-looking faith.

Like the other parts of PRWH, religion is a proxy. We cannot save the West through religion. We need to simply restore Western Civilization, and while for now Christianity is a strong signal perceived to be Western-ness, focus on it obscures both our roots and the moral need to fix civilization at the same time we behave morally on a personal level.

Patriotism, the P of PRWH, also misleads us. It has us defending government and democracy with their inherent assumption of equality, which is contrary to the founding method of the West in hierarchy based on what is correct and good, not what avoids violating moral commandments. If you need a holy book to tell you not to murder, rape or steal, your civilization is already in freefall.

Working hard (WH) also misleads us by focusing on equality instead of results. Someone can utterly fail, but because he “worked hard,” he is praised. In addition, this retasks our brains away from the important question of what we should be doing toward the method of work itself, which quickly invents infinite avenues to distract us from reality.

What made the West great was its sense of social order plus our people. Our genetics are our roots. Our heritage is what makes us different from the rest of the world, and makes us alone capable of restoring the West. Any target other than saving our people, genetically, and restoring social order is a false target and thus, an enemy.

Pat Buchanan — Like Most Mainstream Conservatives — Punts On Nationalism

Friday, April 28th, 2017

It is undoubtedly wonderful to see Pat Buchanan writing about the downfall of the Leftist world order. However, he skips out on a few crucial concepts.

“My concern has been that it hasn’t really come off as smoothly as one would have hoped. Quite frankly, there’s an awful lot of forces in this city of Washington, DC, where I was born and raised, that really want to cashier and dump the populist-nationalist agenda. Excuse me, but that’s the future of the world. You take a look at countries all over the world. Populism, ethno-nationalism, economic nationalism, sovereignty concerns, identity concerns – these are what is moving mankind. With all due respect, the European Union is yesterday,” Buchanan said.

Marlow invited Buchanan to define “nationalism,” one of the most contentious terms in contemporary political discourse.

…“Also that we are a country, a unique people with its own culture, with its own identity, with its own history, its own heroes, its own holidays, its own cuisine,” he continued. “We are a separate nation, a different nation from other nations, and in looking out for this, we look out for basically what is our own national family first.”

No, Pat, that is not what “nationalism” means.

The American and English governments fought WWII against the nationalist powers, who were those who believed that nation was defined by a single founding ethnic group and not a “melting pot” as the USA was.

Naturally the idea of “nationalism” therefore offended these groups, who were trying to integrate different ethnic groups into empires of their own. Their eyes glowed with the prospects of power enabled by having millions under their control, working together toward empire.

Eighty years later, we see that the melting pot model has failed. Diverse groups do not assimilate; they create a Balkanization where society divides into many different groups, and all of those have less investment in the future of the civilization. Thus, the civilization fails.

Nationalism was demonized because it was a remnant of the old order that the French Revolution had tried to smash. They broke monarchy, but then found that national populations remained resistant to the encroachment of Leftism. Therefore, world Leftism had to destroy national populations.

This became unfortunately easy because of the overlap between these Nationalist movements and denials of the types of freedoms, civil rights and human rights praised by democracies. For that reason, democracies found it easier to ally with fellow Leftists in the Communist states than Fascists and National Socialists.

Since that time, Nationalism has been demonized, and in America we extended our natural myth of being a society of frontierspeople into the idea that we accept all people, independent of race. This denies both (1) the natural abilities and inclinations of each race, (2) the failure of mixed-race societies, and (3) the necessity of race as a basis for culture and values.

A nationalist is an anti-racist; to accept nationalism, one accepts a place for each racial and ethnic group which is preserved by racial separation.

Buchanan, like other conservatives, wants to believe that we can form a society out of surface traits, or those which are taught, such as customs, history, values and religion. This inverts the truth of these things, which is that the understanding of them is — like every other trait — genetic, and therefore, tied to a group.

In the West, we are a people united by common heritage which split into national groups over time. The groups which make the West, and selected individuals from elsewhere who are Western in traits, can easily integrate into a national group as in England or the USA where the common Western European heritage unites them.

Heritage forms a way of locking in the traits of a group, which in turn allows that group to separate itself and develop further; the fear of some groups rising above the rest, like the fear of individual excellence, drives the Crowd impulse to demand “equality” or in other words, to erase those differences and bring everyone down to a standard of comfortable mediocrity.

This shows us why nationalism is necessary; groups must be able to exclude others say that they may maintain their own standards:

In short, the three laws lead us to recognize that the whole concept of community (barring defining community as “everything in existence”) depends upon exclusion. Being a community at all requires having a unique identity that excludes other potential identities, particularly when those other identities would be contradictory or imply a degree when the reality is either/or (like a pacifist in relation to war).

This is precisely the problem with “inclusiveness” if it is defined as a community’s highest value. No matter what specific community you have in mind, a totally inclusive community—that is, a community that defines itself by the standard of inclusion—is incoherent and self-defeating.

The three laws referred to are the laws of Aristotle, which establish the principles of identity, non-contradiction and the excluded middle. Identity states that a thing must be what it is; non-contradiction means it cannot be another thing that conflicts with the first; and the excluded middle refers to the need for things to branch, or be one thing to the elimination of all others.

When these are combined, we see the necessity of each group to define itself as something distinct from the rest, and with nationalism, we see that this takes the form of heritage passing along the traits that made that group distinct. In that view, diversity is a way of erasing this distinctiveness of the group and obliterating it.

Buchanan comes close to seeing this fundamental distinction, but by backing off of its core concept in biology, inverts the definition to mean shared indoctrination instead of shared heritage. He probably does this because he still must do so in our anti-nationalist times, but we benefit from reading between the lines and seeing what really must be done for Us to survive.