Before beginning there is an aspect of the following piece which I feel I should address. At several points throughout this essay, I make reference to the political and ideological ‘left’ and ‘right’. Now, while I am aware that the use of these terms is outdated and inaccurate in the eyes of many, I am yet to find an accurate term for the factions which I have addressed. True, I could have used nationalist and globalist, though these too are fairly weighted labels themselves, or perhaps I could have used ‘folk from some place’ versus ‘folk from no place’, though I’m not sure people would have understood what I meant, and so my hands were tied.
Just know this, when I refer to the political and ideological right, I am not referring to what passes in the mainstream, and to me, economics hardly comes into it. The Tories and Republicans for example, are very firmly on the left in my mind. When I refer to the right, I refer to those men and women who, in an age which imposes no standards at all, impose standards upon themselves. Those with dignity and honour, those with roots, and a view of the themselves which includes their forebears, and their lineage to come. I am referring to those men and women who plant trees who’s shade they shall never sit beneath, and who carry themselves in a manner their ancestors would be proud of, striving to improve each day.
In contrast the left, as I refer to them, are the deadly sins manifest. They are the standardless deconstructors of all which is worth having in this world; beauty, nature, family, nation and faith. They are the enemy of good men and women, Sauron’s horde of orcs charging across middle earth. They are parasites, and unfortunately, they are winning, their ways having become the default of our people, for now.
Now, with those definitions out of the way, let us begin.
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Zeitgeist: The defining spirit or mood of a particular period of history as shown by the ideas and beliefs of the time.
When I think back to that evening in 2018 I can hardly believe that it took place less than five years ago. It wasn’t a remarkable one, by that time I was too old and wise (about twenty-four), to expect any good to come of a New Years eve, but it sticks in my mind all the same. A friend and I were perched at a table in what is supposedly Newcastle’s oldest bar. It could have been a charming little hostelry had it not been disembowelled of any character by the tasteless eye of some interior designer, and standardised to look like any other city centre drinking hole.
We weren’t drunk yet, my friend and I, and after the last few years in the city I think the pair of us were wondering why we hadn’t stayed in one of our locals for the evening. It’s not a pleasant place anymore, you see. Newcastle, like Manchester, Leeds, London, Birmingham and the rest, has become a well fortified outposts of the American headed globalist beast, which seeks to standardise everywhere into unsanitary, multi-ethnic, ugly, smelly crap holes full of cloths shops, tech retailers, fast food outlets and atomized shoppers. It’s the same everywhere, all across the West. We were in our home city, but we could just have easily been in Amsterdam or Cologne.
I’d had this thought on my mind that evening and the conversation between my friend and I turned to the ludicrous freak show which our England had become, and were we might end up. Looking around at our fellow millennials, the walking selfie machines tagging posts with platitudes like ‘new year, new me’, the cocaine dependents and pound shop Kardashians, I wasn’t hopeful. Staring into the sea of exaggerated smiles shot into the latest iPhones, dumb duck faces, and neural pathways set alight by tinder swipes and twitter likes, the decay was tangible.
The end was inevitable, no matter which philosophical camp you belong to there was no argument against that. The question was weather you thought it a good thing or not. Everyone knew the British didn’t reproduce anymore. Sex is for pleasure, as is life, and children get in the way of that. Better to spend your days in perpetual adolescence, giving whatever dedication you might muster to your employer for a pittance, and leaving behind nothing but a stain on the carpet of the apartment where you lived, and died, alone. You can always import the third world to fill the base of the population pyramid in the meantime, all the way to minority status, and after that perhaps extinction. This is the prevailing attitude today, and for this reason, the collapse of this country (and the Western world), has always been a matter of when, not if, because how can England be England without the English, or France French without the French, etc, etc.
But what happens in the meantime? Was it to be one big party until that day? Would the end of Britain and the West even matter? Was this actually all part of the natural progress of man as we’d been told, all part of the path toward some Huxley-esque future where the orgy of pleasure and purchasing could continue forever, and where the liberal vision of one single race, the human race, could finally come to fruition and spend eternity gorging itself, untroubled by hardship or responsibility? I certainly hoped not. The thought sent a shiver down my spine. The state of things was almost already too much to bear, and the idea that the apathy, nihilism, weakness, consumerism and childishness which had characterised the mood of 21st century England so far could continue, well it didn’t bear thinking about.
But I was confident that it wouldn’t last, and I told my friend as much on that evening. Our peers might have thought the good times could go on forever, but the fact of the matter was that our people, elevated by the success of our ancestors, had found themselves against nature, and the true order of things. Equality, as Niche put it, was a false God, much like that other deified aspect of our civilization; the economy. No nation can exist as England has for long, flouting those traditions which were the source of her greatness in the first place. Without self sufficiency, strong nuclear families, homogeneity, hierarchy, in-group preference, faith and standards to which our people were expected to abide, we would surely fall. The mood of the 21st century so far, I was quite certain, had been deceptive and certain to shift. What we were in for was the fall of Rome with surgically altered transvestites, tik tok skits, masses of immigrants, and grown men trying to swap their pop toy collections for bread.
I told my friend that this was my feeling, and whether he agreed with it or not, he humoured me. Yet I have to admit, believing that I was correct as I did (and with many other modern and historical thinkers and philosophers having felt the same way), the whole thing sounded a little far fetched when uttered aloud. At least, it did back at the dawn of 2019. These days, I’d say I was bang on the money.
Far from being the ‘Huxley era’, the 21st century is shaping up to be one where the finest thinkers of the right wing are vindicated. The mood of this age will not be one of apathy, nihilism, and the pursuit of fleeting and meaningless pleasure, but rather one in which the English, and the rest of the West, return to the true and natural order of things, willingly or otherwise, for better or for worse. It has been in this, the third decade of the 21st century, young as she is, where the naked zeitgeist of this age has borne itself for all to see. It is one of denial to the transition, hardship, and rapid decline which we face.
Not even three years in, and in between all of those silly arguments about preferred pronouns and what Kwasi Kwarteng actually looks like, and look at what this nation has been served up already. From state enforced lockdowns to African led race riots in every major city, increase political polarisation of our people and yet more loser leaders. We have received blow after blow. Now we are staring down an economic depression and a fuel shortage, we may have to endure a winter without heating and all of the other immense hardships which come to fools who abandon policies of self reliance, and there is war in Europe, too. Our civilizational rivals sensing the weakness of us, expand their territory and influence while we shrink, and all while our protector state (the USA), crumbles before our very eyes.
All of that is without mentioning the other symptoms of civilizational end, those which have been going on for so long as to sadly become standard fare, like the swallowing up of entire regions by immigrant populations looking to feast on the remaining wealth of the nation, foreign paedophile gangs, and ever more oppressive and stifling laws. It’s a bleak time, one which was inevitable.
See, in recent years there has been a great deal of talk about the shifting of the Overton Window from right to left, (that is, the range of policies which are viewed as politically acceptable in the mainstream). For decades now, we have seen a drastic shift toward the left, and while it is undoubtable that there has been a concerted and documented effort by certain groups to make this happen(consider one manual for doing so: Rules for Radicals by Jewish activist Saul D. Alinsky), I believe that there is also a natural component to our near blanket acceptance of the left wings inverted morality and war on nature.
It is not too dissimilar from Oswald Spengler’s belief that that civilizations are subject to periods of existence as distinct as the changing seasons; from their blossoming in the Spring, to their wilting in Winter, though perhaps I’d describe it in a little more literal fashion. As with beasts, all tribes of man exist within the laws of the natural world. It is survival of the fittest, and struggle forges the fit. This is inescapable as I understand it. That is why, having to contend with difficult Winter’s the way we have, and having to develop an ability to delay gratification as a result (an invaluable trait), The English, and most other Western Europeans, have been so successful on the world stage.
This, along with many other factors (which other’s would be better equipped to explain), has been, in part, key to our greatness. But it did not come over night. For centuries the English endured struggle, living and striving while entrenched deep in that natural order which see’s the fittest come out on top. And we were the fittest, along with our European neighbours. During this time, we had no option but to maintain the mentality of the right, because to forget it was to lose.
Yet, as our success grew, we elevated ourselves further and further from the natural order, growing so prosperous as to be largely untouchable save from our European cousins who’s manner of living was not too dissimilar from our own. Eventually, Western civilization (to which the English were a major component), was the civilization, existing without a serious rival, and growing prosperous beyond precedent. In this state, we forgot the nature of things, and the politics and philosophy which we’d forged around it. The Overton window, slowly at first, and then extremely quickly, began to shift left, with a little help from some bad actors who sought to take advantage of our foolishness. It is a situation which has only worsened.
But nothing which is against nature can last for long. Eventually, any system built so gravely upon lies as ours is (such as that of equality), will collapse. So severe is the issue today that we can not even agree what constitutes an Englishman any longer, or a man at all for that matter. For a long while now, we have been propelled by the inertia of our ancestors, running on fumes, and as of late it looks as though we’re about to chug to a stop and be thrust back into that natural order of things which we’d forgotten. When that happens, I believe we’ll see a sharp snap of the Overton window back to the politics of the right. That might save us, but perhaps it’ll be too late by then.
Things being as they are I dare say that if the right wing had their act together, and if they has any sort of serious network throughout this country (which I don’t believe that they do, as of yet), this would be their time to shine. Perhaps soon we will see that day but for now I would like to discuss some changes which you might wish to make in preparations for the fall of England, if you see fit to do so. The changes which I will suggest are in line with principles which I believe (being right minded), should be implemented on a national scale, and by all nations, but for now, they will serve you well as an individual or a family man, whichever you may be at the moment.
Self sufficiency as a practice is a must. Reliance breeds weakness. Just ask the German’s who are about to freeze this Winter thanks to the whims of the Russians who turned off their gas, and later the Americans who finished the job by blowing up the pipelines. If you do not already have a home where you can fit a log burner and grow your own food, then working towards these should be the goal for now. Practices such as these will serve you well against everything from government tyranny, to breakdown of infrastructure. Again, we need only look to the situation in Germany, or the period of covid hysteria in our own nation, to see the value in this way of life, and how quickly things can change.
Moving away from the city is a good idea, too. It will bring other benefits besides the peace and quiet. Community remains in England’s villages, and homogeneity. More so than the built up areas, villages in England have escaped the poison of modernity. In these places you can rediscover what has been stolen. You shouldn’t expect to be accepted off the bat though. You’ll have to prove you’re worthy of being integrated, but there in lies the value of true community; it’s exclusive, and it enforces standards upon it’s members. For a community to survive, and it’s culture, there can be non of this tolerating the intolerable as we’ve been taught to do in the suburbs, and which has seen the complete breakdown of everything our ancestors built.
It isn’t cheap moving to the country mind you. This brings us nicely onto the topic of money. They say money is power, and with any amount of power comes responsibility. A man’s character can also be soundly judged based on what he does with the power he has. All of that being said; stop wasting your money. Learn the difference between what you want, and what you need, and practice limiting the unneeded pleasures, especially those which cost. Our currency might not be worth much for much longer, so stop treating your pounds as fun tokens, and put them towards something which will help you, your family, and your people. Build wealth, and if you plan on investing, might I suggest gold. I’m no financial advisor, but I’m pretty sure it’s been worth something for a few thousand years.
Learn skills too, as many as you are able. If you get offered a first aid course at work, take it, and if something needs fixed around the house, teach yourself how to do it or ask for advice. This is about becoming as versatile and employable as possible, while also saving money. And while we’re on the topic of work, get yourself a job in a secure sector, or one where you’ll learn a trade. Better yet, strive for self employment, that’s where the real money is, but also freedom and security. Remember what I said about self reliance. Training your body is a good idea, too, and learning combat sport. It’s practical for more than just defence, and you never know when it might come in handy.
The point is that things are changing in this country. Too often have I seen the ‘men’ of my own generation stupefied by what were the fairly obvious results to our people’s manner of being. They declared Putin a mad man for invading Ukraine, without realising that they were the ones who were mad. It was they who’d released the reigns of our duty so as to pursue fleeting pleasure, shrugging as their civilization crumbled through their neglect. Is it not expected that as Western primacy wains, those elsewhere should seek to expand and fill the power vacuum? Has this not been the history of all mankind? And yet, even in the face of such damning evidence to their stupidity, they won’t change their ways, and so the problem worsens. But you needn’t make the mistakes of your peers.
Note that I am not asking you to become a Mormon or a doomsday prepper here, I am simply suggesting that you employ a little autonomy and reject all of that weakening ease which modernity offers you, and which has made you soft, before you are forced to do so anyway. Better to learn to swim before the tide sweeps you. And if I’m wrong, What if the tide never comes, will you have wasted your time? No, you won’t have. You’ll be a man, one capable of being a good husband and a father, an Englishman deserving of the title with wealth behind him and who eats food grown by his own hands, hands which are capable of defending and building. You’ll be a man among boys. That is the beauty of the politics of the real right wing, it will always serve you well in times of plenty, and of little.
I could go on and on, but for now, I’ll leave it there. The real goal is to struggle for what you have, and never stop, and to impose expectations on yourself, because although that should be societies job, liberalism has eroded all standards to dust. We’ve taken a wrong turn in this country somewhere along the line, and before we venture forward again, we must first go back and rediscover who we are, and how we became so successful in the first place. I know it all sounds rather archaic, but as D. Kingsbury said, ‘traditions are a set of solutions for which we have forgotten the problems. Throw away the solution and you get the problem back’. Well, the problems are back, so we’d best rediscover those solutions.
With that I leave you with one more quote poignant to this piece, and our current situation. Don’t forget to like and subscribe.
Jack.
‘Hard times create strong men, strong men create good times, good times create weak men, and weak men create hard times.’
G. Michael Hopf.