- Rioting is becoming normalized in American society.
- Blacks violently attacked innocent Whites during the Charlotte riots.
- Blacks are rioting because a Black officer shot and killed an armed Black man.
- Many Blacks don’t understand the law.
- Many Blacks don’t know how to follow police orders.
- American is becoming more and more divided along racial lines.
- Racial separation ought to be encouraged. Blacks and Whites will never reconcile their differences.
- Regardless of whether Clinton or Trump wins the Presidency, America will continue to decline. Instances of civil strife will become more frequent.
- Trying to live side-by-side with Black folk is like trying to live in the one house with a husband or wife with whom you are unable to reconcile your differences.
- Though I am a fairly ardent Trump supporter, this election is a complete and utter joke.
- Clinton is severely ill. The media insults her from criticism and fails to investigate not only her health issues, but also her corruption.
- Don King recently accompanied Trump at a campaign event. What the fuck is going on?
- Whites are becoming more and more alienated in the United States.
- The Alternative Right will continue to grow.
- Whites will continue to become racially aware and there is nothing wrong with that, whatsoever.
It’s approximately 9:00am on a Tuesday morning. Fall officially begins in a few days. At the moment, the weather is cool and cloudy. I am comfortably sitting at the counter, listening to Debussy and drinking my third cup of coffee.
Yesterday, as I was walking home from work, I experienced something quite interesting.
Now, let me first say, I live in a large city. The population is majority Black, and racial tension fills the air. Let me further say I was walking on St. Matthew St. from work – approaching the old Exon Building. I work part-time – not for the money, though. I’m far more interested in the legal experience. But having a steady stream of income is always nice. Anyway, I was on my way to class. It was raining out, and I didn’t have an umbrella.
A Black fellow was walking towards me. I wasn’t sure of his destination or anything. He was merely another person with whom I’d have a brief encounter and then never see again. I had my headphones in, though the volume was low. As we passed each other on the street, I heard him yell these words towards me – for no good reason, whatsoever:
“Fucking cracker ass bitch.”
I wasn’t sure what do to, frankly. I thought to myself, “Should I call him a nigger?” No, that probably wasn’t the best idea. Should I try to fight this Negro? He could be armed. He could have a gun or knife. Clearly, he was out looking for trouble. But that wasn’t the best idea, either. Perhaps I should turn on my phone’s video camera and confront him. Yes, I’ll do that. I turned my camera on, turned around, and began following him. He wasn’t very interested in talking, though. He continued walk as a yelled a few things at him – “I thought racism wasn’t cool! Care to share your name? Let’s talk!”
Whatever. The interesting thing is the blatant racism and the anger pent up inside Black folks. I’m tired of hearing about Black issues, as it seems there are never any solutions – except for, of course, you White people need to do more.
I thought I’d share this. Whites are in for a nasty surprise, I think, if things stay the course. Liberals have it all wrong. Diversity and multiculturalism are a source of conflict and division, not strength. Nations have always dealt with competing forces from without. Now, nations must compete with competing forces from within.
I was at a small get-together the other evening. A bunch of friends and I sat around drinking and discussing our future careers in front of Baltimore’s Inner Harbor. We had a beautiful view. In any case, my friends and I talked about a few other things as well, most notably politics! Of course, my low SMV female friend had to invoke politics. As we were discussing America’s liberal-conservative divide, she condescendingly told me that liberals are far more intelligent than conservatives, and that the more educated one becomes, the more likely one is to become a liberal. This angered me a bit, but there does seem to be a tinge of truth to her claim – at least on its face. Or is there?
How much truth is there to the claim that liberals are more intelligent than conservatives? Here are my explanations:
- Progressives are in need to “intellectuals” – and “intellectuals” are produced at colleges and universities
- People often conflate intelligence and education. Though you are “educated,” you may not be intelligent. Your fancy degree means nothing.
- Colleges and universities cannot gauge intelligence, because their standards have dropped significantly. Grade inflation is rampant, for instance, and “Cs earn degrees.”
- Radical Leftists forcefully took control of colleges and universities – one may refer to Bloom’s ‘Closing of the American Mind,’ in which he reminds us that Leftists took control of Cornell’s curriculum by force and violence
- Colleges and universities are inherently Leftist
- The Right was defeated in 1945. From there, liberal democracy (America) and international socialism (the Soviet Union) took control of the world along with universities and colleges. Remember: In Weimar Germany, there was a booming radical right-wing revolutionary movement on colleges and universities that produced people like Oswald Spengler and Carl Schmitt.
- For most of history, colleges and universities were dominated by White males who would be considered right-wing extremists by today’s standards
- “Clever sillies” – the fact that intelligent people – high IQ people – often make ridiculously stupid decision
- Studies indicate that Right centrists are the most intelligent, most social.
Are these adequate alternative explanations? Perhaps. Certainly, though, I am wholly opposed to any claim that the liberal or liberalism is superior to conservatism or reactionary politics.
At the moment, I am reading Storm of Steel – a World War I memoir by Ernst Jünger. Who was Ernst Jünger? He was a German writer and soldier who fought in World War I. His writings are deeply nationalistic. They appeal to the aristocratic soul. Heroism and hero-worship were ideals toward which he strived. He glorified war and combat. What came as a surprise to me was the fact that Jünger was born in southern Germany. I thought, momentarily, that he was Prussian – like Frederick the Great and Bismarck.
I am attracted to Jünger’s writings for a few reasons.
As I have stated in earlier blog posts, I am terribly bored with life. I’ve never experienced boredom of this quality before. It is particularly oppressive. Further, it is continuous, frequent, and persistent. The French had a philosophical term to describe the experience of boredom: Ennui. Ennui is far more substantive than boredom and is, I think, widely utilized by existentialists, especially Martin Heidegger. But I won’t get into the thought of Heidegger. Who would want to get into Heidegger, anyway? Have you ever attempted reading Being and Time?
From the very beginning of Storm of Steel, one can reasonably conclude the Jünger was, quite simply, bored with life. He lived in one of the most prosperous, if not the most prosperous, nation in Europe and the world. At the time, Germany had a welfare system, which include pensions, insurance, and healthcare. This system was originally developed under Otto von Bismarck to stave off the threat of socialism. In all, Germany was a comfortable and secure nation in which to live and thrive. And that is the very thing which created listlessness in Jünger’s soul.
He writes, “Grown up in an age of security, we shared a yearning for danger, for the experience of the extraordinary.”
He goes on…
“We were enraptured by war. We had set out in a rain of flowers, in a drunken atmosphere of blood and roses. Surely the war had to supply us with what we wanted; the great, the overwhelming, the hallowed experience. We thought of it as manly, as action, a merry dueling party on flowered, blood-bedewed meadows. ‘No finer death in all the world than…’ Anything to participate, not to have to stay at home!”
“What a beautiful country [Germany] was, and eminently worth out blood and our lives. Never before had I felt its charm so clearly. I had good and serious thoughts, and for the first time I sensed that this was more than just a great adventure. (Emphasis added)”
I’ve thought about enlisting in the United States military. I am not sure which branch in which I’d enlist. What has held me back is law school and my reluctance to support unjust wars. Anyway, comfort and security beget boredom. There is no excitement in comfort and security, especially for men. Jünger went out to enlist in the German military to remedy his boredom. He wanted excitement and adventure. I, too, want excitement and adventure. Perhaps I should go over to Iraq or something. This all reminds me of Dostoyevsky’s Notes from the Underground. Why? Because man, as explained by the Dostoyevsky’s spiteful narrator, will never be satisfied. Regardless of whether his needs and wants are met, man will go on to create problems and challenges. Man will never be at peace.
I am a European-American. I am a mix of many European peoples. I am Greek, German, Polish, and, I think, Irish. That is quite the combination, don’t you think?
In America, European-Americans have assimilated into Anglo-based American culture. Surely, my family and I have. We’ve left the ways of our antecedents behind for limited government, for the Declaration of Independence, for separation of church and state, and for liberty and equality. For the European-American, Europe is a foreign land, a thing of the past.
But perhaps I am wrong.
Upon asking the European-American “What are you?” it is quite typical for him to respond by saying, “I am Irish and German” or “I am English and Italian.”
Perhaps Europe remains inside the European-American. The European-America is European, right? His blood is European. The European-American is a product of European peoples – from the Thames to the Aegean Sea. The European-American retains what is essentially European. A question I often ask myself is: How similar are the values, practices, and habits of the household in which I grew up to those of my forbearers? I cannot be too sure. The blood remains, but the customs may have perished.
I think it is worthwhile to reflect upon my upbringing to determine how much my family has retained the values, practices, and habits of the groups from which it derived.
Culturally, my father impacted my brothers and I far more than my mother. As a Greek-American, he instilled into us the following idea: The Greek people produced the Hellenic culture – the greatest culture ever produced – and my brothers and I were descendants of those peoples. Frankly, it does not matter if that’s true or not. Perhaps it is a myth – a noble lie – similar to the myth of Equality in democratic societies.
When I was a child, my grandfather always called me “Nick the Greek.” Of all my brothers, I am the one who resembles an actual Greek. You can only imagine how much this shaped identity and sense of self.
Further, my father always spoke of the greatness of Homer, Plato, and Aristotle, whether it was in the basement of the row-home, in which we once lived, or while driving in his beat-up van on the way to a job. My father never read the Republic, but her surely knew of it – likely from his father.
In my household, we were always quite prudish. We never talked about sex openly, ever. When anything sexual or sexually related appeared on the television, we all become terribly embarrassed. Things become quiet and awkward. Moreover, we never had alcohol in the house, ever, despite the fact that my grandmother was German. I believe her father was an alcoholic. Interestingly, however, my parents were fairly liberal when it came to their sons drinking. Ultimately, this was a good thing.
Perhaps it was the Catholicism, in which we grew up, that placed these regulations on our behavior, our thoughts, our values. My brothers and I received Catholicism from my German grandmother. Because my grandmother was Catholic, she was likely from southern Germany, not from the north or the east, and thus likely not Prussian derived.
The highly authoritarian, conservative, patriarchal views with which my brothers and I grew up, I think, are also a product of the Greek-ness and the German-ness – especially the Greek-ness. Regularly, my father would invite us to the table, and would orate for hours upon hours about topics from philosophy to religion to psychology to sex. It was a very atypical. Interesting, too: We would experience what was called the “wet rag.” If we didn’t get up in the morning, my father would throw cold, soaking wet rags thrown on faces. That practice came from my Greek grandfather.
It was all very odd. But much of what I described, I think, is a product of the tendencies of the European ethnic groups from which my family is derived. It is an interesting thought, at least. Perhaps we are far more connected to Europe than we think. Surely, a European would view me as an American. Rightly so. But I am a European-American. As I said, the blood the runs through my veins is the blood that ran through some Greek or German villager’s veins 150 years ago.
Today, I went on a date with a blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl. She was quite beautiful. I was captivated, actually.
Her features were Scandinavian – northern European. Her nose, her cheeks, her skin.
We became intimate after a few hours of conversation.
I will likely never see nor feel her again.
“As the lovers drifted into self-indulgence and were carried sway by their passions, so now they drift for ever. The bright, voluptuous sin is now seen as it is – a howling darkness of helpless discomfort.”
Like most, I’ve always thought of ‘freedom’ as an individual concept. There are other kinds of freedom, though.
What about collective freedom? There is collective freedom, right? The family or the community ought to have a certain degree of self-determination. The family ought to be able to decide how its members are educated. The community should be able to determine the standards by which the community should live.
There is a certain degree of tension between the individual and the collective. The individual must limit his freedoms if he wishes to be a part of the collective, or he may voluntarily leave the collective. Here, the freedom to associate or the freedom not to associate is of the utmost importance.
Certainly, we have an obligation to our family, to our community, and to our nation. Individualism makes us forgetful of the collective. In an individualistic society, people are isolated. They live only in the present and apart from history. They live without regard to others. People are historically unconscious.
What are our obligations to the various collectives of which we are a part? We have an obligation to maintain and safeguard that which our ancestors left to us. Moreover, we have an obligation to maintain and safeguard that which our posterity will inherent.
We do not have the freedom to destroy that for which our ancestors spilled their blood, and we do not have the freedom to squander the inheritance of our children. Indeed, freedom is limited. If an individual does not wish to comply with the interests of the collective, he must either leave the collective or, in the words of Hans Herman Hoppe, be “physically removed.”
Furthermore, what happens when government – which is supposed to preserve the freedoms of both the individual and the collective – begins to act against the interests of the family, the community, and the nation? Government and nation are not synonymous. The nation is the people, and government is the servant. If government acts opposite the interests of the people, then the nation has the right to ‘reform’ the government – in whatever way necessary – to suit its needs.
Freedom is inseparable from virtue. Freedom requires moral backing. Without virtue, freedom is chaotic and destructive. This is why Plato believed democracy inevitably descended into tyranny. Will Durant, speaking about Plato, noted that democracies become far too free. That is, in democratic societies freedom is divorced from virtue. Freedom becomes excessive. In democracy, even dogs rise up and demand their rights. Disorder and chaos ensue. Democratic society will then give its power to a single individual to restore order.