Finding Virtue on the Razor’s Edge

If the word Prophet means anything, then Nietzsche earned the title; probably the last we’ll see for a long time.  He was a man grown frail, as his psyche soaked up the toxins of the 19^th century; he was a witness to the Age of the Pigs.  The beginning of the end.  Man at his pinnacle was Man at his worst, “God is Dead!” spake Zarathustra, with the implication which should have been obvious: He is dead because you people killed him.

Nihilism is undoubtedly the purest distillation Evil which is within Man’s comprehension, but what did you expect from a Prophet?  The Glories of God?  Those have long been written down.  All C.S. Lewis did was simplify them for children and illiterates.  A rearguard action at best, in a society populated by Men Without Chests:

It is an outrage that they should be commonly spoken of as Intellectuals. This gives them the chance to say that he who attacks them attacks Intelligence. It is not so. They are not distinguished from other men by any unusual skill in finding truth nor any virginal ardour to pursue her. Indeed it would be strange if they were: a persevering devotion to truth, a nice sense of intellectual honour, cannot be long maintained without the aid of a sentiment which Gaius and Titius could debunk as easily as any other. It is not excess of thought but defect of fertile and generous emotion that marks them out. Their heads are no bigger than the ordinary: it is the atrophy of the chest beneath that makes them seem so.
~C.S. Lewis, The Abolition of Man

Nietzsche wasn’t a philosopher, but a Prophet – and how would you expect a Prophet to profess, to a civilization that so loves pigs and machines?  To a society which spits upon the virtuous and noble, and celebrates the banal?  Quite naturally, he gave them their Unholy Text: something to speed them on to their chosen damnation.  Exterminate all the brutes – so that righteous men might suffer them no more.

“Atheism,” Eugene wrote in later years, “true ‘existential’ atheism burning with hatred of a seemingly unjust or unmerciful God, is a spiritual state; it is a real attempt to grapple with the true God Whose ways are so inexplicable even to the most believing of men, and it has more than once been known to end in a blinding vision of Him Whom the real atheist truly seeks. It is Christ Who works in these souls. The Antichrist is not to be found primarily in the great deniers, but in the small affirmers, whose Christ is only on the lips. Nietzsche, in calling himself Antichrist, proved thereby his intense hunger for Christ….”
~Eugene Rose, Nihilism: The Root of the Revolution of the Modern Age

If only it were as simple as blaming our last Prophet for the horrors which followed him, but a series of events was set in motion on that fateful morn of July 14^th, 1789.  The future was written when Bane and his army of the 99% stormed the Bastille, that symbol of Gotham’s power.  225 years later, the blood of the guillotine has soaked into Europe’s pastures and fields; it nourishes the crops which we gorge ourselves on, to the point of obesity.  To paraphrase Al Pacino, “Who, in their right mind, could possibly deny that the twentieth century was entirely Leftist?”

The poison’s in the water supply, and all are infected; the Right died long ago, stinking with its sickly emissions, and all that remains is a corpse held up by wires and bits of strings, its lips stretched into a cadaverous smile.  The Red Pill?  An amusing game, but nothing more.  It’s the counter-part of the Blue-Pill – the one that gives you super powers – but it only works while you’re still inside the Matrix.

Anything you do that doesn’t decrease the elite’s power or income is an approved activity. If your grassroots group is large enough, a corporation will throw you a bone during your change.org boycott against their product so you continue your thoughtless consumer behavior and the top executives can upgrade their yachts come summer time as planned. You may occasionally get heat from the cultural elite because of your opinions, but it’s not impossible to fight their soft power. Yes, I can fight the Huffington Post or Jezebel, but I can not fight the state, and neither can you. If you choose to go that route, and are scratching at their ankles, it will be over for you.
~Roosh, “We Are Nothing More Than Distracted Sheep In The Real Game Of Power”

At present, the railway and trucking industries in Western Canada and the Northern United States are overwhelmed with crude from the oil sands, thanks to the Democrats who blocked the Keystone XL Pipeline.  But consumers are hungry for fuel, the oil companies are still drilling, and crude still needs refining – the show must go on.  All that blocking the pipeline did was ensure that transportation would required ten times as much diesel, as it otherwise would have, not to mention increasing the likelihood of a spill or an explosion, as well as causing a grain bust in Manitoba.

Constraints in moving crops for Canadian Pacific Railway Ltd. and Canadian National Railway Co. (CNR) have been exacerbated by an unusually frigid winter across the Prairie Provinces and a surge in shipments of crude by rail in Canada, the top supplier of imported oil to the U.S. Grain companies halted purchases of some crops and pulled back on sales, prompting the biggest crisis for the industry since the government dismantled the grain-marketing monopoly of the Canadian Wheat Board in 2012.
~Skerrit, “Grain Boom Busts Canada Farmers as Rail Lags: Commodities” Bloomberg, 2014-03-04

So what should a virtuous man do?  Fight tooth-and-nail against leftists and environmentalists, whose policies cause poverty and environmental destruction?  If they win, there’s more justification for their policies.  If you win, there’s more funding available for their lobbies.  By improving the world, you help out the leftists: Nihilism is the perfect Catch-22.

What did you expect when you let half your population believe “there’s such a thing as a free lunch?”  What were you thinking constantly advocating victimization, woeismeism, and parasitism?  What did you think the consequences were going to be?  Set your crafty, dishonest, disingenuous, made-out-of-whole-cloth academian arguments of “sexism” “racism” “class warfare” “evil corporations” aside, deep down inside you know that

mathematically

factually

in the real world

a society cannot exist where one half loafs off of the other half in the long run.
~Aaron Clarey, The Parasitic Human Bubble

Perhaps you should do it for your country, then?  Fight the good fight, and damn the cost, am I right my brothers?

The only thing we know for certain about the Boston Marathon Bombing, is that it established beyond a doubt that the 4th Amendment of the American Constitution no longer applies; following the incident, police performed a house-to-house search without warrants, seizing firearms whether they were legal or not.  A similar thing happened in High River, Alberta last summer, during the flood that hit the province; the RCMP broke into evacuated homes, and seized firearms based upon the long-arm registry, which the government promised never to use for that purpose.

What if I had been one of the homeowners living in Boston at the time, and some thug with an illicit badge demanded to inspect my home for legal firearms?  Well, I would have let him.  What, you think I would have risked getting shot?  Police exist in a constant state of amygdallic over-stimulation, causing them to manifest the fear and viciousness of a feral, cornered dog; I try not to trigger them.  Even if I had, would it have mattered?  Reason Magazine might have demanded an inquest into my death, but even if they succeeded, few would have heard of it – and more importantly, fewer would have cared.

Part of this reason for the lack of civil resistance, is that we have become atomized individuals; I don’t know my neighbours, and they don’t know me.  I don’t know if I can trust them – and since I don’t know the if, in practice I do not trust them.  For all I know, they’re a bunch of honest, red-blooded patriots, faithful to God, Queen, and Country, but I’m forced to assume that they’re just another bunch of left-wing sellouts – and that they feel the same about me.  It’s worse than just atomization, however; it’s not just that we lack coordination, as if we were a bunch of employees who want to unionize, but couldn’t because of the Pinkerton Detectives.  The problem is that 70-90% of our coworkers – our fellow citizens – are nothing but scabs.  A bunch of pig-ignorant degenerates who embrace every violation of the constitution, who turn their self-hatred into a love the state, who spit on nationalism, and who cheer every monstrosity which the nightly-news brags about.  Try and stand up for their rights, and they’ll eat you alive like the infected zombies they are; even if you succeed, you’re just empowering the undead.

Virtuous action does nothing but aid and abet the enemy; an enemy focused just as much on murdering you, as they are on committing suicide.  Participating in this culture is not virtuous – but refusing to participate does nothing constructive, neither for you, nor for a civilization which caught a terminal illness 225 years ago.

“If you can’t beat them, join them”?  Joining isn’t an option; it has become abundantly clear that every porn starlet, every corrupt banker, every Liberal politician, and every pig who thinks the world is just fine, is doing nothing more than committing a slow-form of ritual suicide.  To join them is to destroy yourself – and if that’s your goal, why bother doing it slowly?

Right now, the fiat money elites have won. We don’t know what exactly they’ve won. I hope to wield a figurative sword convincingly through the bowels of their nefarious and inferior values, but they have won control to the point of terminal dependency en masse. This ship is going down. Will you be in a position to contest what is built on the ruins?
~Reality Doug, Stop Caring and Start Caring

We need something more than this.  As men of righteous temper, defeatism and nihilism is insufficient for our souls.  As Jordan Petersen said, we need virtue – it is the only balm for the pain of existential horror, it is the only relief for our empathy, as the world plunges straight into Cthulu’s maw.  Virtue: it exists neither on the Left nor the Right.  Virtue exists on the edge of a razor, with a yawning abyss on either side.

At the beginning of the year, I said that 2014 would be when we start to build; but what should we build?  A compound in Idaho?  I think not.  We need something more… permanent.

Rome lasted for 1200 years; from its founding, by the brothers Romulus and Remus, to its eventual moral decline into democracy and feminism, and its sacking by the German barbarians; Rome was an empire of structures – of buildings, carved gods, and roads, each of which led back to Rome herself.

Christendom arose 400 years later, when Charlemagne’s Paladins fought off the Muslim hordes; the dark-skinned demons who’d been ravaging the Mediterranean since Mohamed first made his pact with Satan.  Christendom was an Empire of institutions; the Catholic Church was built upon the ruins of Rome, but it could have been built anywhere – Christianity doesn’t need an Oracle on Delphi, it carries the light of truth wherever it goes.  It’s been carrying that candle for 1200 years though, and the Institutions are becoming exhausted.

So what shall we do for the next 400 years of winter?  What is it that we’re preparing for this time around?  Something more ephemeral… something more vital?  A virulent memeplex of unrepentant Truth?  One which cheerfully destroys its enemies, which has no sympathy for the damned?  An ephemeral embodiment of the virtues?

Something immortal… perhaps this is what we ought to be building?  There is no hope for the present, but there is always hope for the morrow.

The first step in achieving Hope is in destroying the false idols of our time.  Embrace death.  Enjoy the Decline.  Accept the inevitable downfall of Western Civilization…

After all:

It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.
~Tyler Durden, Fight Club