Without Comment


“A deep transformation sets in first with agriculture- for that is something artificial, with which hunter and shepherd have no touch. He who digs and ploughs is seeking not to plunder but to alter Nature. To plant implies, not to take something, but to produce something. But with this man himself becomes plant– namely as peasant. He roots in the earth that he tends, the soul of Man discovers a soul in the countryside, and a new earthboundedness of being, a new feeling, pronounces itself. Hostile Nature becomes the friend; earth becomes Mother Earth. Between sowing and begetting, harvest and death, the child and the grain, a profound affinity is set up. A new devoutness addresses itself in chthonian cults to the fruitful earth that grows up along with man…

The peasant’s dwelling is the great symbol of settledness. It is itself plant, thrusts its roots deep into its “own” soil. It is property in the most sacred sense of the word. The kindly spirits of hearth and door, floor and chamber- Vesta, Janus, Lares, and Penates- are as firmly fixed in it as the man himself…

…In all countries of all late Cultures, the great parties, the revolutions, the Caesarisms, the democracies, the parliaments, are the form in which the spirit of the capital tells the country[side] what it is expected to desire and, if called upon, to die for. The Classical Forum, the Western Press, are, essentially, intellectual engines of a ruling City. The sentiment and public-opinion (so far as it can be said to exist) of the country is prescribed and guided by the print and speech of the City…

…The City is intellect. The Megalopolis is “free” intellect. It is in resistance to the “feudal” powers of blood and tradition that the burgherdom or bourgeoisie, the intellectual class, begins to be conscious of its own separate existence. It upsets thrones and limits old rights in the name of reason and above all in the name of “the People”, which henceforward exclusively means the people of the city. Democracy is the political form in which the townsman’s outlook upon the world is demanded of the peasantry also. The urbane intellect reforms the great religion of the springtime and sets up by the side of the old religion of noble and priest, the new religion of the Tiers Etat, liberal science. The city assumes the lead and control of economic history in replacing the primitive values of the land, which are for ever inseperable from the life and thought of the rustic, by the absolute idea of money as distinct from goods…

…Presently there arrived an epoch when the development of the city had reached such a point of power that it no longer had to defend itself against country and chivalry, but on the contrary had become a despotism against which the land and its basic orders of society were fighting a hopeless defensive battle- in the spiritual domain against nationalism [i.e. the Revolutions of the 1800’s], in the political against democracy, in the economic against money…

…But this is the reason, too, for the want of solidity, which eventually leads to losing its power and its meaning, so that at the last, as in Diocletian’s time, it disappears from the thought of the closing civilization, and the primary values of the soil return anew to take its place.

…All art, all religion, all science, become slowly intellectualized, alien to the land, incomprehensible to the peasant of the soil. The immemorially old roots of Being are dried up in the stone-masses of its cities. And the free intellect- fateful word!- appears like a flame, mounts splendid into the air, and pitiably dies.”


Kevin Williamson, “Conservative”:

“If you spend time in hardscrabble, white upstate New York, or eastern Kentucky, or my own native West Texas, and you take an honest look at the welfare dependency, the drug and alcohol addiction, the family anarchy—which is to say, the whelping of human children with all the respect and wisdom of a stray dog—you will come to an awful realization. It wasn’t Beijing. It wasn’t even Washington, as bad as Washington can be. It wasn’t immigrants from Mexico…

…The truth about these dysfunctional, downscale communities is that they deserve to die. Economically, they are negative assets. Morally, they are indefensible. The white American under-class is in thrall to a vicious, selfish culture whose main products are misery and used heroin needles. Donald Trump’s speeches make them feel good. So does OxyContin. If you want to live, get out of Garbutt”


La Sale Famine de Valfunde:

Europe t’es vieille t’es épuisée et t’es castrée
Ta maladie Europe c’est l’intellectuel.
Où sont passés tes berserkers et tes as très
Prompts à percer la rate de ces blattes en duel ?

Quand verra-t-on les jours heureux les jeux bandants ?
Des lancés à la catapulte d’étudiants dans
Des marres de pisse, de batraciens et d’excréments ?
Qu’ils étudient le sexe avec les animaux rampants…

Au Colysée les emmerdants racleurs de glotte
Les phraseurs de la ****** ultra trop rigolote
Coupons leurs sales horribles têtes de pécores
Et faisons-nous des masques avec leurs visages morts…

Trombes de bombes
Dans les mégapoles:
Nos pires chiens sortent de l’ombre
Dynamiter la capitale
Afin que croulent
Vos tours de verre et de fer,
Afin qu’elles roulent
Dans un vacarme d’Enfer
Sur leurs bâtisseurs même.
Et vos troupeaux, et vos icônes,
Et vos marchands ceints de couronnes,
Qu’avec ils coulent
Comme de la crème
Donner à bouffer aux égouts !
Qu’ils nous offrent le gai ragoût
De leur molle putréfaction…

A coup de batte on guérira
La technocrate.
Au golden boy on percera
La rate.
Au sommet nous rétablirons
La République nous lui fendrons
La chatte.


One thought on “Without Comment

  1. This human race needs to die and start again as has happened many times before we create artificial Intelligence to a point it is the real intelligence and we are artificial. Violence and corruption are the human condition no matter where you are or come from. The opium wars were not new they just had the written word so the sickness got out. Everything you said is common to every civilization since the beginning of time. There is nothing new under the sun


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