But now all is to be changed. All the pleasing illusions, which made power gentle, and obedience liberal, which harmonized the different shades of life, and which, by a bland assimilation, incorporated into politics the sentiments which beautify and soften private society, are to be dissolved by this new conquering empire of light and reason. All the decent drapery of life is to be rudely torn off. All the superadded ideas, furnished from the wardrobe of a moral imagination, which the heart owns, and the understanding ratifies, as necessary to cover the defects of our naked, shivering nature, and to raise it to dignity in our own estimation, are to be exploded as ridiculous, absurd, and antiquated fashion.
On this scheme of things, a king is but a man; a queen is but a woman; a woman is but an animal; and an animal not of the highest order. All homage paid to the sex in general as such, and without distinct views, is to be regarded as romance and folly. Regicide, and parricide, and sacrilege, are but fictions of superstition, corrupting jurisprudence by destroying its simplicity. The murder of a king, or a queen, or a bishop, or a father, are only common homicide; and if the people are by any chance, or in any way, gainers by it, a sort of homicide much the most pardonable, and into which we ought not to make too severe a scrutiny. –Edmund Burke
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This kaleidoscope of horror that we see before our eyes is the complete antithesis of Christian Europe. We can’t even call the modern nations with European origins civilizations. They are mixed conglomerates of people without a past, facing an indeterminate future. The fall of the Europeans has been like a second fall of man. Having shown the world that God’s grace was a living, breathing reality the Europeans proceeded, in the 20th century, to turn away from the Christian God in order to embrace the fallen angel. By the 21st century sins that cried out to heaven for vengeance during Europe’s Christian era were institutionalized virtues: Miscegenation, abortion, and euthanasia became part of humanity’s march onward to the liberal light, which is in reality the black night of Satan.
Burke’s battle with the arch fiend Rev. Dr. Price, over what was ‘natural’ that a man should feel in the wake of the French Revolution, highlights the differences between the Christian civilization that we have left behind and the brave new Babylonian world of darkness that we presently live in.
Both Burke and Price used the word ‘natural’ as a way of saying something was in keeping with all that was good and noble in a man. Thus Dr. Price said it was natural that he should exult in the murder of the French aristocrats and the humiliation of the King and Queen (especially the Queen) of France. And in direct contrast to Price, Burke said it was natural that he should feel sympathy for the French aristocrats and the King and Queen. There is no middle ground between Burke and Price, although many men who fear to choose between right and wrong have tried to find a middle ground between the two divergent points of the moral compass. The modern Europeans have chosen the ethos and faith of the Rev. Dr. Price. I, and a remnant band of antique Europeans, have chosen the ethos and faith of Edmund Burke.
For Price it is natural to support the satanic men of the French Revolution because he believes that men are by nature thinking animals. Their superiority over other animals is simply one of intelligence; other than that difference in degree, men are animals who “must perforce prey on themselves like monsters of the deep.” Those men who are the most natural, which means the most primitive and barbaric, are the best men and must be exalted as they slay the most unnatural of men. In France during the Revolution it was the Jacobins who were the most natural, and therefore good and noble, and today it is the blacks and the other creatures of color who have become the exalted ones that can do no evil, because they are natural.
In Price’s mind-forged world biological nature is all. But in Burke’s world what is natural is something inside of a man that is more than his biological nature. In Burke’s Christian view of life the heartfelt passion is the mark of a man’s humanity, and his reason is simply a broadsword to defend that passion. Who can doubt that Burke is right? The liberals themselves act upon their passion, which is a passion to destroy the image of God in man, and use their reason to defend that passion. Burke maintained that the liberals’ passion to kill and destroy their own was an unnatural passion that went against the faith which made Europe. He warned all Europeans that such an unnatural passion, based on a vision of an inhumane, distorted view of what was natural, could only bring ruin upon every nation of Europe. Price disagreed, and his satanic view of man, for the present, has prevailed. The conservative movements in the 20th century failed to stop the spread of Jacobin liberalism because the conservatives tried to find a middle ground between Price’s religion of nature, which deifies the natural man (destined to become the black man), and Burke’s religion of untaught feelings, feelings which instruct our reason and lead us to our Redeemer. There can be no middle ground between Price and Burke: either we are of the spirit and belong to a loving God, or we are of the biological dung heap and belong to cold, inhumane, heartless nature.
Burke saw that Price’s theology of nature, which is the modern liberal’s theology, came “nearer to the cold malignity of a wicked spirit than to the frailty and passion of a man.” The denial of an animating spirit within man is the essence of Price’s liberalism and modern liberalism. Price’s liberal descendents want to make the outer ornamental world of nature the whole world. In such a world there are no physical signs of deep and mysterious things of the spirit. Blood is mere liquid, skin color is mere pigmentation, and science, which tells us that the outer biological realm of existence is the only realm, is our holy writ.
The liberals, in keeping with their theology of soulless nature, have hardened themselves, like Lady Macbeth, against the “compunctious visitings of nature.” But Lady Macbeth ultimately succumbed to the compunctious visitings of nature. The Rev. Prices of the world do not succumb because they have a theology that is proof against every decent instinct in the human breast: “Nothing can be conceived more hard than the heart of a thoroughbred metaphysician.” And that is the key to the destruction of Christian Europe. Once the European peasant (I use ‘peasant’ in the everyman sense, not in the agrarian sense) became a metaphysician, after centuries of listening to clergymen tell him that abstract reason was man’s only touchstone of reality, he lost his natural horror of liberal atrocities. His good instincts, which were bred in the bone of the European at his family hearth fire, were killed by the rationalism of the thoroughbred metaphysicians. Every day in Liberaldom there are atrocities that a European of the era when men had natural instincts would have put a stop to. I thought of this the other day when I saw a children’s cartoon show based on the Dr. Seuss story The Cat in the Hat. Although Seuss went anti-nuclear in his later work in the 1970s, his books from the 1950s and early sixties, such as The Cat in the Hat, The Cat in the Hat Comes Back, The King’s Stilts, To Think That I Saw It on Mulberry Street, etc., were quite amusing and great fun for white children. The new version of The Cat in the Hat showed two children, one white girl and one black boy, both offspring of one white mother with no father in sight. There, in a once classic children’s story, we have two blasphemies – miscegenation and adultery – or maybe it was just miscegenation and promiscuous sex (the cartoon was not clear about that). Should such soul poisoning garbage be permitted? Of course not. But in the absence of men with a natural aversion to the spiritual rape of children, the sponsors and the writers of such blasphemous, perverted filth will go unpunished.
Turn the page or the channel and you will encounter the news about The Obama administration’s plan to place women in combat. All the practical reasons against such a move — and there are numerous practical reasons against women in combat — pale in comparison to the one spiritual reason: no man permits the life bearers and life nurturers to go into combat. But again, when there are no Christian peasants with a natural, instinctive aversion to Satanism, well then, Satanism will flourish.
I could go on and on, but we know what is happening. Two additional horrors are the murder of infants and the legalized murder of the elderly and the infirm, both under the guise of a brave new world in which nature and nature’s god, the negro, is honored and revered. Can the worship of negroes absolve the liberals of their sins against God and man? The European, with a natural hatred for the works of the devil, and a natural love for Christ and His people, feels that no man, who is still a man, can countenance the liberals’ blasphemies or their atrocities. Just as Christ will be forever at war with Satan, so will the unimproved, prejudiced, non-progressive European, the Goth, be eternally at war with the liberal.
There are unselfish things a parent does for his children that, when viewed from a purely selfish, pragmatic viewpoint by an outsider, seem like acts of insanity. Yet the parent who does such things does not even think about those acts of self-sacrifice. He does them because it is in his or her nature to do such acts. The parent loves his children with a deep and abiding love that is beyond reason; it is a love that often imitates the divine love which passeth all understanding. That unceasing unselfish sacrifice that a good parent makes for his children is the type of love that made Christian Europe. Millions upon millions of Europeans who did not count the cost or ask, “Is my self-sacrifice worth it?,” built Christendom, because they loved much. They had the greatest of these: they had charity. It’s not a process we can see with the naked eye, but when the European once again acts according to his inner nature instead of acting according to the abstract metaphysics of liberal gurus, then he will be a man again and he will destroy Liberaldom and rebuild Christendom because it is natural, in the Burkean sense of the word, that he should do so.
Dostoyevsky’s underground man said that a man lives for one purpose, to prove that he is a man and not a piano key. The religious and secular metaphysicians want to play upon man as if he is a piano key. With their abstract reason they will direct poor, bare, unaccommodated man to their vision of the truth. But the truth can only be known by a passionate heart. For good or ill human beings are subject to their passions. Some men have a passion for God and some for the devil, and there is no simple explanation for men’s preferences. What a man does know, contra Descartes, is that he sees and understands existence feelingly. “I love, therefore I am,” is the European’s affirmation of faith. Hamlet only becomes Hamlet when he knows he has loved: “This is I, Hamlet, the Dane!” Death is not the ultimate tragedy, because death does not extinguish the soul. The ultimate tragedy is a secondhand life, a life devoid of the passion which can only be engendered by a love for our kith and kin. That type of love connects us to the God of love. A passion for abstract relationships with abstract children of nature engenders a secondhand love for Satan and all his works. The European people once had faces, when they loved their own people and their God. Listen to Rose Barton’s description of an Englishman’s love for his departed Queen:
The Queen had made herself beloved of her people. She had borne such sorrows in her heart with such splendid patience—she had been such an example to us all, so full of love and dignity,–that she had become our own. And then to feel that all these strong ties were broken—no: not really broken, for they will remain always, binding the hearts of her people to her memory! It was sad beyond measure to see it all. Near me there was standing a big man—probably a costermonger—with a stricken face—evidently a thorough man—but hard-looking, as one so often sees in that type. The crowd was quite wonderful—the silence and the solemn feeling of intense, respectful sorrow on all around were more than I can describe. Well, this man remained, very still and attentive, during the hours I waited there; and then at last came by us that splendid throng of mourning kings and princes, with their beloved dead. I cannot express what only the beating of one’s heart can tell. This man remained grim and silent. As soon as the procession came in sight he dragged off his battered cap, and the hard face changed—and in it one saw the influence of the sorrow that had touched his heart, as it touched the hearts of all-for he had lost his Mother in his Queen.
Oh, what a falling off was there! Can we ever again have hearts like our European ancestors? Only if we cast off our second-hand faith in negroes and science and embrace the people and the God of provincial Europe. +