We must protect our border by all means necessary

The Fall of Phaeton by Hans Rottenhammer (1604)

“You are, after all, what you think. Your emotions are the slaves to your thoughts, and you are the slave to your emotions.”

― Elizabeth Gilbert

Over the past few years I learned a lot, and not by choice either.

Led by idealistic and futuristic narratives, I once believed that truth was a conquerable trophy which could be achieved through rigorous study and tempered practice. However, like a foolish mouse succumbing to a well hidden trap sprung with cheese, the world around me hinted at something more sinister and dark, despite the dream that our civilization was a stone’s throw away from an even greater era.

It took years to peel away the onion of my delusion as I came to accept that this imagined civilization could never exist with a population of incompetent denizens, contrary to what many believe about our modern era and its technocratic elite.

The unearned pride of gadgets and mechanized feats is a delirious fever brought forth from a foreign and alien science since few genuinely understand how any of these technical marvels truly operate, even at high levels. With our education system divided and fractured like a sea of drifting glaciers, no one person could ever grasp the complete interconnection weaving together the technologies which compose our everyday standard of living. “I, Pencil” by L. Read comes to mind, where an individual could never detail the complexity necessary to produce a single pencil.

When the majority of a civilization is emotionally primitive and weak willed, “I can’t,” “that’s hard” or “why would I do that?”, something doesn’t quite add up. Once born from civilization’s agrarian roots, we find ourselves torn from the ground participating in a cruel and unforgiving machine world, sacrificing our young at the shining alters of an unseen and evil totalitarian god.

It appears our civilization is built within the husk of a great yet long past era of man, arrogantly standing on the shoulders of dead giants and the bones of valiant brave men. Daily life seems more and more like the haunting of a sacred crypt.

Fall of the Giants by Circle of Bernard Picart (late 17th–early 18th century)

Whatever this world is it’s not easy to live in.

Go 12 hours without electricity, water, sewage or heat, and you’ll quickly be reminded of how unpleasant and unforgiving life can be. I can only imagine the past struggles and sacrifices that were necessary to improve life for subsequent generations, which in a blink of God’s eye has been hollowed out into a cavity occupied by soulless corporations and malicious government entities. Now we’re held hostage by our own generational advancements and threatened by the desolate wastelands of the wild.

While maybe this place isn’t hell, it’s definitely close by.

Throughout the years, the public has been abused by crisis after crisis from the rhythmic beats of terror causing man’s mind to shrink and cower to authority.

However the latest pictographic horror has even me for a spin, which is the critical mass of European cultural enrichment by foreign doctors and engineers, which also includes most of the west. Strange to say but an economic and financial collapse I could probably deal with, but an exterminatory authoritarian regime hell bent on eliminating generations of history and culture is a bit much, even for me.

Even acknowledging this fact is now considered stochastic terrorism as the only laws left are the ones protecting the survival of an evil regime. Sure I could delude myself, I’m overreacting and succumbing to a sensational conspiracy, because how absurd would it be to claim that putting two and two together would literally become a crime in the western world?

One may even be tempted to conclude that the entire spectrum of events is a multi-vector military operation, World War III; a temptation, however, that few would dare indulge. Unlike the previous world wars, nation against nation, alliance against alliance, brother against brother, this would be a war against the concept of families, nations and sovereignty itself by transforming the world into a post-national totalitarian state unified under one currency. Which is my favourite conspiracy theory, where non-physical vectors like financial, value and cultural subversion attack trade, religion and our traditional ways of life, enslaving humanity for millennia.

The Sale of the Child Slave by Vasily Vereshchagin (1872)

But who’s an enemy and who’s a friend?

It’s easy to pull back into our tribe, and shield our inner and most sacred spiritual beliefs, however I recently had an interesting experience in what I call enemy territory.

She/her/cis pronouns, rainbow flag, “I read banned books,” oh, you name it.

That was the instructor’s self-introduction. “Well, fuck” I calmly thought to myself, not sure what to expect during the rest of my forced indoctrination training. Generally I’m pretty good at muddling through those messes since memorizing factoids, regurgitating and forgetting useless crap is a well developed skill of mine, but I’m of the opinion that there’s always something hidden to learn and that events don’t usually happen by chance. So I sat back, listened and observed the performance.

While it took me a bit, I slowly understood what was going on.

During the class, I realized these instructors were just moms and grandmas attempting to put their good intentions into meaningful action. I envisioned them in another era as avid church moms and community organizers, enthusiastic and perhaps overzealous, but well intentioned and doing what they believed was best for the community. Although good intentions have nasty side-effects.

Toxic empathy is a terminal state born from Nietzschean Egalitarianism where deconstructing traditional norms and restraints, liberating society from its “oppressive morality,” is considered the greatest moral good. Multiple times I heard the phrase “decolonize” and “as a settler…” spoken as if it were a matter of fact and of great importance; ironic that I feel we’re currently being colonized by incompatible foreign value systems. But you see, verbal and written syntax in person is less impactful than unspoken cadence, body language and tone.

Despite the mechanized recital of socially approved corporate statements, I sensed uncertainty and a questioning of matter-of-fact ideas, because more than once the topic of finding “alternative news” crept into causal conversation, along with the distrust of overused words and big government. What was also bizarre was a session where one speaker became emotionally distressed discussing her experience with an indigenous elder, on the verge of tears actually. Logic and words can never capture the spirit of what’s gasping at these people’s souls, a hole in too many hearts.

“Education is the ability to listen to almost anything without losing your temper or your self-confidence.”

— Robert Frost 

Think of the word “colony,” which for humans would represent a group of families socially organized to survive. What does “decolonize” mean in that context? Well based on their overuse of the word, they don’t realize they’re advocated for the destruction of their family and community. As annoying as this experience was, I realized the entirety of their word salad recitals were more-or-less a theatrical show and at best an emotional crutch to belong to something greater. The feel-good words meant something else, abstract and personal, as if they’re righting a spiritual wrong burdened by the guilt of an inferiority complex masking as superiority.

Word salads are always full of fake meat.

Is solidarity even possible?

Man Who Chased a Ghost by Frank Earle Schoonover (1921)

Low emotional intelligence and technical intellect has caused pathos to dominate the public mind. However I recognized from this experience that these people could be reasoned with using the right vernacular, despite being blinded by their own ego, whether that be social consensus, gloating with a title or holding a popular opinion because of financial pressures.

Our dissident ideas can be dressed up in egalitarian sugar and humour.

Although late to the game, they’re starting to ask questions and appear somewhat skeptical, at least this group was, even though they still cling to their comfort words and ideals like a small infant to its mother.

Is this good or bad?

Seeing questioning attitudes and skepticism underneath the layers of the social onion is a good thing, don’t get me wrong, but it’s far too removed from tangible action that needs to be taken now. Propagating propaganda is a serious problem, and falling back on backwards egalitarian ideals will not produce the change we need to survive. Repeat the textbook, repeat the regulatory authority and repeat institutional propaganda, this is not the right way to educate a blossoming mind.

Even though I learned something from all this.

Intentions be damned, especially if they produce disastrous results, because these are the same people who succumbed to the pressures of COVID, touting its supreme egalitarian nonsense of the greater good. Authoritarian regimes bring out the worst in mankind, and under the right authority these self-righteous fools are no different than the demons they claim to hate.

While there’s a hopeful flicker beneath their facade, there’s also a hole of despair.

And of course the madness and absurd rationalization devolves from there, ending in the self-righteous sludge we all know and despise. Sure we may be able to communicate and co-operate on occasion, but knowing their allegiance is to the holy golden bull and their glistening self-image, money and fame ruling the mind, I’m constantly on edge.

We should never turn our backs on an imprisoned animal because dogs that salivate to a cruel owner’s bell still bite.

Expecting these people to recognize absurdity and act reasonably in the best interests of successive generations is a fool’s errand. They need to be told what to do and what to think, and more specifically, they need strong spiritual leadership. That’s the primary function of egalitarian causes, which forms their spiritual basis of values.

A self-destructive value system and a culture of incompetence only has one result.

I never thought I’d live to see that result manifest, but the lines in the sand have long been crossed and red flags have raised for awhile. The best personal strategy I have is to treat the family unit like a small sovereign nation that has to transact and trade in hostile territory, protecting its borders by all means necessary. Treaties and agreements are formed with foreign egalitarian lands, and it’d be foolish to place too much trust in any one source of supply because we are at war with an evil and powerful enemy. Those around us have long since been compromised, but not all hope is lost, however don’t be deceived by wishful thinking and false heroes in disguise.

Protect the most important border left.

Your family.