I will be flesh and blood;
For there was never yet philosopher
That could endure the toothache patiently,
However they have writ the style of gods
And made a push at chance and sufferance.
– Much Ado About Nothing
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On the instant stood revealed, as though he had blown down the ages, a pure Goth, unchanged in any essential since his fathers had left their forests and through all obstacles, even through ranks of Roman legionaries, sword in hand had hewn their way straight to the goal of their desires. He was a Goth in all his appetites and habits, a Goth unchanged, unfettered. True to his instincts, true to his traditions, fearing nothing, loving only his own, loving and hating with all his heartâa Goth.
âUnder the Crust, Thomas Nelson Page
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The advice, âtake things philosophically,â was in common parlance when I was growing up. If your favorite sport team failed to win, you were advised to take it philosophically: âItâs only a game and there is always next season.â If your brother got that last extra piece of apple crumb pie at Thanksgiving that you had regarded as yours, you were advised to take that disappointment philosophically: âSomeday your mother, possibly at Christmas, will make another apple crumb pie, and you can beat your brother to the second helping.â But can the greater tragedies of life, assuming there are greater tragedies than your failure to get a second helping of apple crumb pie, be overcome by âtaking things philosophicallyâ? Can the death of our loved ones and the contemplation of our own death, for instance, be assuaged by taking death philosophically? Plato tells us that, yes, even death itself can be overcome by taking things philosophically. He tells us that his mentor, Socrates, who spent his life telling everyone around him to disbelieve in everything around them, took hemlock at the behest of the state. And he took the hemlock serenely and contentedly while talking over the merits of the stateâs case against him with his philosophically-minded friends. What do we think of such serenity? I look on it with horror. It is the serenity of superficiality that Balzac describes when he tells us how a man who has been a superficial humbug all his life manages to maintain that superficiality even in the face of death. I prefer Longfellowâs Christian stance vis-Ă -vis the tragedy of death â
Tell me not in mournful numbers,
âLife is but an empty dream!â
For the soul is dead that slumbers.
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
âDust thou art, to dust returnest.â
Was not spoken of the soul.
Stalin, one of the great liberal icons, once said that the death of one individual is a tragedy, but the death of two million people is a statistic. Spoken like a true philosopher. Let me throw Ivan Karamazov and Alyosha Karamazov into the debate. Ivan, the philosopher, asks Alyosha if he would build the happiness of all mankind on the suffering of one innocent child. Alyosha, the Christian, replies, âNo, I would not.â Plato would build the happiness of mankind on the suffering of one â nay, not just one, but on millions upon millions of innocent victims, because Plato viewed life philosophically; he believed in an universal aggregate called mankind but despised individual human beings. Our Lord eschewed universals and came to save individual human beings from death. Plato and all the lesser philosophers that followed in his train tell us âin mournful numbers, that life is but an empty dreamâ for individual men and women of flesh and blood, but we can lose ourselves in the serenity of universal thought that will cure our longing for the âtouch of a vanished hand and the sound of a voice that is still.â Is that correct? Can good, sound thinking transcend tragedy? No, it cannot. Taking things philosophically can only be a remedy for those men and women who have steeped themselves in trivialities and superficiality. Does the survival of planet earth, for instance, which you bring about by recycling, really help you face your own death and the death of your loved ones? The complete capitulation of organized Christian Jewry to Platonic universalism has left the European Everyman without his ancient faith in the God-Man who died on the cross to save us from sin and death. We are a people without the star of Bethlehem as our guide because Plato has replaced Christ. My heart soared when I first read Hughesâ Tom Brown at Oxford, because in that work he defended the God-Man, Jesus Christ, against the heathen philosopher who cast a pall over Christian Europe.
The result of Hardy’s management was that Tom made a clean breast of it, telling everything, down to his night at the ragged school, and what an effect his chance opening of the “Apology” had had on him. Here for the first time Hardy came in with his usual dry, keen voice, “You needn’t have gone so far back as Plato for that lesson.”
“I don’t understand,” said Tom.
“Well, there’s something about an indwelling spirit which guideth every man, in St. Paul, isn’t there?”
“Yes, a great deal,” Tom answered, after a pause; “but it isn’t the same thing.”
“Why not the same thing?”
“Oh, surely, you must feel it. It would be almost blasphemy in us now to talk as St. Paul talked. It is much easier to face the notion, or the fact, of a demon or spirit such as Socrates felt to be in him, than to face what St. Paul seems to be meaning.”
“Yes, much easier. The only question is whether we will be heathen or not.”
“How do you mean?” said Tom.
“Why, a spirit was speaking to Socrates, and guiding him. He obeyed the guidance, but knew not whence it came. A spirit is striving with us too, and trying to guide us–we feel that just as much as he did. Do we know what spirit it is? Whence it comes? Will we obey it? If we can’t name itâknow no more of it then he knew about his demon, of course, we are in no better position than he–in fact, heathens.”
The contrast between Socratesâ philosophical serenity, as defined by Plato, in which he faces death without any need for a personal Savior, is in direct contrast to St. Paulâs Christian faith:
Behold, I shew you a mystery; We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed. For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality. So when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory. O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
It is a tragedy that our churchmen have blended Plato and Christ and our politicians have rejected Longfellowâs Christian affirmation that âlife is real, life is earnest,â for platonic utopianism.
This past election has shown us the end result of allowing Christâs crucifixion and resurrection to become a philosophical premise, a rational proposition rather than a blood faith. After telling us for over two centuries that democracy is the non-violent way to enact change â that we donât need bullets when we have ballots â we are now told that the ballots of the non-illuminated whites do not count, only the ballots of the illuminated whites and the colored barbarians, including those who are not even citizens of this country, count. The platonic-minded conservative pundits tell us to accept the fact that we now live in a subsidiary of communist China. We are to take the election results philosophically. After all, we can always hope for a Republican victory in four more years. And canât we take hope in the fact that the Republicans picked up some House seats? No, we canât take hope in such tripe. It is not Republican shadows of the liberals that we need. We need a leader with Christian humanity. There are none in the ranks of the Republicans. Trump was an exception. It seems that it was too much to hope for, that Trump could be the beginning of a counter-revolution. He was hated by the mad-dog liberals in high tech, in the media, in the Republican Party, and in the conservative and liberal realms of Academia. He was one healthy human cell in a body filled with cancerous cells.
Arrayed against the haters, the liberal cancer cells, were the non-illuminated whites. They, like Trump, have a partial faith in Christian things and a partial faith in liberal things. That half-faith is why they lost the election.(1) The mad-dog liberals openly stole the election and then challenged the âconservativesâ to challenge the election in court — âSee how far you get.â We must not take our cue from conservative pundits. They have a vested interest in all the lies of demon-cracy. They will tell us to write letters â we tell them we did that â they will tell us to vote â we tell them we did that â they will tell us to protest â we tell them we did that. What next? The conservative pundits have no answer. But we know the answer. A Trump supporter at a Trump rally told me she did not hate anyone. Is it possible, if we have a blood faith in Jesus Christ, not to hate the devil and all his works? And are not the liberals the greatest and proudest work of the devil? I donât understand this new blended Christianity. The Book of Revelation tells us not to blend Christ, but the new Christianity that seems to be triumphant in âChristianâ circles tells us that a blended Christ is the truth and the way. But the blended Christians wonât fight. Do you think for one moment that the various judges in the battleground states would refuse to hear election fraud cases if the so-called conservatives made the same threats of violence the leftists routinely made? Do you think the cowardly weasel Bill Barr would declare there was no election fraud if he feared the Right as he fears the Left? Of course not.
War is a terrible thing because âwar means fighting and fighting means killing,â but there is one thing worse than war. And that one thing worse is surrender to a bloody, satanic, tyrannical oligarchy that feasts on the blood of the innocents in the womb and the blood of non-illuminated whites. The Republicans and the conservative pundits will try to place themselves in the ranks of the Illuminati in the hopes that they will avoid the purge. Most of them will not be able to escape it despite their cowardice; they too will be purged. And the people they betrayed, the non-illuminated whites who have been told they mustnât hate, that they must love the democratic way, will be the first, second, and third victims of the purge. I refuse to take the great liberal purge philosophically, because I am a Goth who loves and hates with my whole heart. I love old Europe and her people, and I hate the liberals with my whole heart and soul. Is such a love and such a hate wrong? Yes, the modern Christians tell me. But do I trust in what the platonic Christians tell me? No, I do not. I must go with my blood faith which tells me to love and hate with my whole heart.
It is very unwise â it is not prudent â to wear your heart upon your sleeve when you write. Nevertheless I have been and will continue to be unwise and imprudent. My heart goes out to Trump because of what he has striven so mightily against, the most satanic army ever assembled in the history of mankind. And my heart goes out to the white grazers, who are going to be slaughtered by Satanâs minions because their half-liberal, half-Christian faith will not allow them to hate where they should hate. This is a very basic âneighborhood bullyâ situation, only more deadly. We have been told by the liberals that either they will have our total surrender to their wills or they will have our blood. They have pushed us to the wall. We must either surrender to their will or fight to the death. The liberal conservativesâ compromise â that we can vote against the devil and his minions â has been held up to the light and been revealed as a sham. We cannot vote the devil and his minions away because they determine the rules of the voting: âYou may vote so long as you vote correctly. If you donât vote correctly, we will vote for you and then exterminate you.â That is what happened in the last election. If you are a mad-dog liberal or a neo-pagan who has left all human feelings and passions behind you, then the fraudulent election need not concern you, but if you retain some remnant spark of what is human inside you, then you must see what the election means. It means that they, Satanâs minions, are coming for thee and me. It is fight, in the full meaning of the word, or surrender philosophically and serenely to the liberalsâ will. And what do they will? They want us to drink the hemlock.
The neo-pagans are bragging that their 1/16th of 1% destroyed Trump and his âsickeningâ Trumpy bear followers, who deservedly lost because they lacked Nietzschean fortitude. The mad-dog liberals are claiming that Biden won a resounding victory because the vast amount of Americans embrace Black Lives Matter, Antifa, and the communist Chinese. And the good old shadows of the liberals, the conservatives, tell us that we are better off without Trump. He was too uncivil and divisive. I hold to a different view. If not even one shred of Christian humanity â and Trump was that one Christian shred of humanity â is to be allowed in our democracy, then why should we support demon-cracy? Isnât it abundantly clear our democracy is demon-cracy? Do I think that the white grazer is up to the challenge — can he love and hate enough to fight? No, I do not think he will fight. I think that he will take the election fraud philosophically and serenely while awaiting his and his peopleâs extermination.
That is what I see with the eyes of reason. But what do I see with the eyes of faith? I see a cruel utopian mind who banned the poets, the men with hearts of flesh, from his utopian state. And I see the liberals, mad-dog and conservative, continuing Platoâs utopian persecution of men and women with hearts of flesh. But then I see our Lord enjoining His people to break the chains of philosophy and come to Him. He will prevail, because there always has been and always shall be faithful hearts that will not surrender to Satan and his minions.
I wanted, and still pray for, an electoral victory. But we as a people and as individuals are only âof all men most miserableâ if we place our hopes in democracy alone. St. Paul enjoins us to be, âsteadfast, unmoveable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your labour is not in vain in the Lord.â Yes, we shall be steadfast, we shall support His reign of charity against all the forces of hell arrayed against us. We shall not fade philosophically and serenely into Satanâs eternal night. +
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(1) An antidote for philosophical universalism in the Christian churches, which turns individual men and women into statistical aggregates, is a blood faith in Jesus Christ, grounded in the non-rational, anti-philosophical love of our kith and kin. So long as cosmic universalism reigns supreme in our churches, so long as pietas is âracism,â white people will be either mad-dog liberals who attack non-illuminated whites under the banner of âBlack Lives Matterâ or they will be half-way house Christians who defend the good while fervently denying they are âracist.â That is a losing hand for the halfway-house Christians, because what the liberals call âracismâ is pietas â the love of our kith and kin in and through Jesus Christ â which makes us integral Christians and gives us the passion and the discernment to love where we should love and hate where we should hate.