Police Story

What’s more peculiar about this cop fixation is how it’s revealed that some on our side share the same loathing for police that the average Leftist does. “Fuck tha police!” apparently isn’t a slogan only for anarchists, Blacks, and N.W.A., but also appeals to some White Nationalists.

Ghosts of Christmas Past

Christmas is certainly being de-Christianized, the result not only of snooty liberals but the gradual waning of faith across the population as a whole. What remains, through, are the  Germanic, Latin, and Slavic customs and rituals of Yuletide.  These might seem vulgar, hallow shells of themselves (Christmas *kitsch*), but they are distinctly European and distinctly ours. And they are a starting point for becoming who we are.   

Mass Effect and the Defiance of Western Man

Popular culture that contains underlying themes that go above and beyond sheer entertainment are still being created in our time. The main difference, I think, between the culture industry of the postmodern age and the storytellers of Antiquity is that the former creates such an abundance of culture that it is near impossible to riddle out the high from the low. This difficulty does not, however, mean that it cannot be done. One such work that synthesizes entertainment with more serious themes is the Bioware produced game *Mass Effect*.

The Hate in a Hashtag

And now, we have the final step, where the victims themselves are forgotten, and questions of life and death possesses meaning only if they further a profitable Narrative. We commemorate the end of a life with a hashtag that has nothing to do with those killed.

What If They Were Black?

Round of applause for the national media falling for Jackie’s grand delusion. It’s no mystery why Sabrina Rubin Erdely, the author of the piece, went with this story without proper investigation—it was just too good to pass up. The culprits were White frat boys at a prestigious institution, not Black football players at a no-name state school.

Julius Evola, an Introduction

Julius Evola (1898-1974) was an important Italian intellectual, though he despised this term intensely. As poet and painter, he was the major Italian representative of Dadaism (1916-1922). Later he became the leading Italian exponent of Integral Traditionalism or Perennialism, the intellectually challenging esotericism of René Guénon (1886-1951). Evola enjoyed an international reputation for books on eastern religious traditions that won the respect of scholars such as Mircea Eliade and Giuseppe Tucci. His 1943 book on early Buddhism, The Doctrine of Awakening, was translated in 1951. It was more than a generation before a second translation appeared, in 1983, when Ienner Traditions published 1958’s The Metaphysics of Sex, reprinted as Eros and the Mysteries of Love in 1992, the same year it published his 1949 book on Tantra, The Yoga of Power. The marketing appeal of books about sex is obvious, but these works are serious studies, not sex manuals. In 1995 Inner Traditions reprinted The Doctrine of Awakening and began publishing translations of his other books, including Revolt against the Modern World, his fullest account of the World of Tradition, which he opposed to the degenerate modern world.

No Room to Breathe

The danger of these protests is that they will force European-Americans into their traditional position--defending the system that hates them. The Left is both the System and its opposition. To stand against “riots” and for “law enforcement,” is ultimately to defend the enforcers of multiracial government. It’s the same trap as the flag waving union workers who took to the streets to attack hippies, waving signs that said “God Bless the Establishment.”

The SPECTRE Spectre

Beginning as a callow, uncontrollable “blunt instrument” (as Judi Dench’s “M” described him), Bond transforms over the course of two films into, briefly, a sensitive beta-male who wants to give up the spy game and become a stay-at-home husband and, ultimately, a cold and ruthless bastard. Bond _should_ be ruthless, of course, but he is also a fantasy of Old Europe. It’s difficult to imagine Craig’s character discerning a foreign agent by his gauche choice of wines (as Connery’s Bond did in _From Russia with Love _(1963)). The new 007 might have a Gold’s Gym membership, but he would be out of place in Royale-Les-Eaux or Blades Club of London. He’s not even appreciably English.