The Institutionalized Tragedy of Liberalism

Lear. And my poor fool is hang’d! No, no, no life!
Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life,
And thou no breath at all? Thou’lt come no more,
Never, never, never, never, never!
Pray you, undo this button. Thank you sir.
Do you see this? Look on her, look, her lips,
Look there, look there!

King Lear

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Thou art the grave where buried love doth live… – Wm. Shakespeare

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The fool, who is no fool, in King Lear bravely tries to keep Lear in good spirits despite the fact that misfortune has fallen upon Lear. But there is a limit. After Lear is cast out by his two daughters and left bereft of everything, including his wits, the fool has nothing left to say.

Lear. Make no noise, make no noise; draw the curtains; so, so, so. We’ll go to supper i’ th’ morning.

Fool. And I’ll go to bed at noon.

Those are the last words of Lear’s fool. And he, like Cordelia, is eventually executed.

If we segue to Tennyson’s Idylls of the King we meet another fool. Remember the last tournament? Arthur watches his Christian knights defeat the heathen knights, but in defeating them they break every rule of chivalry. Arthur returns to his chamber:

So all the ways were safe from shore to shore,
But in the heart of Arthur pain was lord.

And when Arthur returns to his chamber, he hears a voice at his feet:

A voice clung sobbing till he question’d it,
‘What art thou?’ and the voice about his feet
Sent up an answer, sobbing, ‘I am thy fool,
And I shall never make thee smile again.’

It was the fool’s purpose in the royal courts of olden times to help the king to keep his perspective. When the king was sad, the fool tried to make him merry, and when the king was too enthusiastically happy when he should have been more tempered, it was the fool’s function to dampen, with humor, the king’s enthusiasm. It was no easy job as Viola, the heroine of Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night, observes:

This fellow is wise enough to play the fool,
And to do that well craves a kind of wit.
He must observe their mood on whom he jests,
The quality of persons, and the time,
And, like the haggard, check at every feather
That comes before his eye. This is a practice
As full of labour as a wise man’s art;
For folly that he wisely shows is fit.
But wise men, folly-fall’n, quite taint their wit.

Feste, the fool in Twelfth Night, continues to play the fool throughout the length of the play. He is even given the last word. That is because Twelfth Night is a comedy, and in comedy, the proper order of existence often teeters on the brink of destruction, but things are set right by the end. In such societies the fool’s place is secure. But when the proper order of things has been overthrown, when “all is cheerless, dark and deadly,” the fool cannot function. In Lear’s kingdom and Arthur’s kingdom the evil one’s presence is too pervasive to permit the type of restorative humor that a good court jester can provide. The type of court jesters who bid us laugh at our foibles and put things in perspective depend on a society that has the proper perspective. In a society that has institutionalized Satanism there can be only jeering mockery of all things decent and honorable – and when all things decent and honorable are mocked, tragedy becomes institutionalized. Public ceremonies are tragic because they celebrate Satanism, and all of the daily activities of life plunge a man into the maelstrom of a society pulling him toward hell. The high comedy of court jesters such as Wodehouse and Feste comes to an end, and foul, loathsome, sneering, mocking ‘comedians’ such as the Monty Python group comes to the forefront.

Every regime, even a satanic regime, has its jesters. But a satanic regime uses jesters to ensure that there is no high humor, humor that elevates the soul. There must only be mocking, jeering humor that is supportive of the almighty satanic state. One must either face the fact that one lives in a kingdom of tragedy where “humanity must perforce prey on itself like monsters from the deep,” or else a man must take the opiates of modernity and proclaim that he loves the modern negroid states of Europe and is a very happy man. If we face the reality of modernity, we will not be dancing in the streets, we will have no kindly fools to ease the pain of existence, because institutionalized liberalism is institutionalized tragedy that kills the good fools; but we will still have souls. If we take the path of spiritual anesthesia, we might be superficially happier than the non-anesthetized, but we will lose our souls.

I don’t meet many non-anesthetized whites. Most of the grazers are on some type of opiate – whether it is ‘American Legion’ patriotism, sports, or clerical-sponsored intellectual Christianity. The reason for the high preponderance of anesthetized whites is simple. In order to survive economically in our society, a man must adjust to the customs, manners, and rhythms of our society. You will suffer economically and may be in peril of your life if you don’t adjust to society. But should we try to adjust to Satandom? “Of course we shouldn’t,” is the grazer’s reply, “but we do not live in Satandom.” Then the grazer tells you why we do not live in Satandom. His answer usually centers on the fact that we live in a democracy and/or we have a lot of churches. But why is the reign of Satan a good thing so long as he reigns in the name of the democratic process in church and state?

There has never been a more successful totalitarian society than the United Negro States of America. And the various European states are not far behind the United States. It appears that countries like Britain, France, and Germany are heading to oblivion at a faster rate than the United States, but that is because the United States’ geographical mass has slowed down the process of destruction. But it will come, because the United States is the ideological leader of the new Satandom.

If the liberals were not religious zealots they would see that they have won the war. They have institutionalized all the dystopian dreams of their liberal Jacobin forefathers. The noble savage is worshipped, the slaughter of the innocents is a sacred right, and sodomy has been normalized. All those perversions and more have become part of the fabric of our culture. But still the liberal heathens rage. They act as if they are a disenfranchised minority fighting against some omnipotent fascist enemy. The Antifa forces declared this Saturday, November 4th, as their day of reckoning.  Who are they challenging? Their values are the state’s values. Who is resisting them?

The liberals will never be satisfied because Satan is never satisfied, and they are driven by the same hatred that drives Satan. Burke identified the liberals’ one overriding passion in his Letters on a Regicide Peace:

The rebels to God perfectly abhor the Author of their being. They hate him with all their heart, with all their mind, with all their soul, and with all their strength. He never presents himself to their thoughts but to menace and alarm them. They cannot strike the Sun out of Heaven, but they are able to raise a smouldering smoke that obscures him from their own eyes. Not being able to revenge themselves on God, they have a delight in vicariously defacing, degrading, torturing, and tearing in pieces his image in man.

The liberals can never cease their fight so long as white people exist, because it was white people who created an ‘image of God’ culture. A grazer who supports the liberals’ wars, who supports the liberals’ police force, and pays proper homage to the sacred negro might survive for a little longer than a white who does not pay homage to the liberal state, but in the end, the white grazer will be taken from his pasture and executed in the great liberal slaughter house. All of white humanity must perish because all of white humanity was once connected to eternal Europe, which, through a glass darkly, reflected the divine image of Christ the Lord.

Let us look at Shakespeare’s complete works as a chronicle of existence as seen through the eyes of a Christian European. The comedies give us an image of our Lord’s house of many mansions, the tragedies bid us face the reality of suffering, and the romances turn us toward Him who is “the grave where buried love doth live.” The liberals, because they hate the risen Lord, have created a world without comedy, without the catharsis of Christian tragedies, and without the sure and certain hope in the resurrection of the dead. We have nothing to hang onto if we accept the reign of the liberals. Must we submit? It might seem like the practical thing to do. But if there is a spiritual realm above this vale of tears, then we cannot order our lives as if we are mere by-products of nature. Just as the sheer moral ugliness of the liberals and the colored heathen must have a supernaturally demonic source, so must the moral beauty of the antique Europeans have a divine source.

Our ancestors believed that the divine source was Christ. His kingdom-come is not compatible with liberalism, so we have no choice. We must acknowledge that we are a captive people and refuse to accept that captivity as permanent. Everything we do should be done with the intention of undermining Liberaldom and rebuilding His reign of charity. There is only one season in Liberaldom, it is always a time to kill; to kill God by killing His people. For the love of Him who died on the cross and for the love of our kith and kin, we must be like unto Thomas Nelson Page’s Goth. We must love and hate with European hearts of flesh. Then, in the darkness of Satandom, there will still be light, there will still be hope. +

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