By virtue of being alive, I feel obligated to those who have made my material existence possible in the first place. This sense of obligation and responsibility does not stop short of my immediate family but extends to every sage, warrior, and innovator who have fought to preserve my people and the land I live on.
For those of us fortunate enough to have grown-up with some semblance of parental involvement and guidance, most of what struck us as unfair at the age of six probably make perfect sense to us as reasonably mature adults. We understand that the limitations placed upon us were, for the most part, entirely for our own benefit. Boundaries kept us safe from harm, behavioural expectations ensured that we were fit for society, rules and regulations provided us with a sense of security and stability, and denial made us all the more appreciative of any privileges we did receive. As the years went by, parental authority softened and we were afforded more and more of our little freedoms; freedom to choose, freedom to decide, and freedom to accept this or reject that. Of course, these newly granted liberties turned out to be conditional. ‘With freedom comes responsibility’, as the saying goes. Without self-restraint, self-denial and the ability to self-limit, freedom gives way to chaos, therefore freedom is absolutely out of the question. And so our parents guide, nurture and provide for us as children, while our duty to them is to stand as the fruits of that labour, provide them grandchildren, and to offer them care in their old age. It is through a sense of responsibility and obligation that we ensure that life consistently improves for each successive generation. Families, and by extension, communities, nations and empires are built and sustained through self-sacrifice, not self-indulgence. As soon as the individual is elevated above the community that birthed and sustained him, that community starts to decay.
The current year is looking more and more like a fever dream. The icing on the cake has been the the alt-right’s foray into the world of mainstream chatter, with media and political mouthpieces attempting (and failing) to pin down a movement that defies clear categorisation. What the media don’t seem to get is that the ill-defined alt-right has long been a strange orgy consisting of various nationalist types, conservative breeds, reactionaries, traditionalists, libertarians and other disaffected dreamers. The only unifying factor was/is the anti-establishment/status-quo stance and opposition to rabid left-wing progressivism. Even if that were to be clearly explained to them, it would offer little to nothing in the way of counter-tactics.
Yet more confusion is generated by journos and politicians who’re too old to appreciate millennial e-humour and Japanese folded steel levels of irony. The effect is so incongruous and jarring that they can’t help but investigate further. The world of internet subterfuge is one big trip down the rabbit hole. Curiouser and curiouser. Curiosity also killed the cat, and there’s no going back now.
In the early stages of the /pol/ification process, I was one of a number of amused yet slightly worried onlookers. The dank alt-right meme machine, personified by Pepe the liberator, seemed to have too much in common with Frankenstein’s monster. As an unprepared and immature adolescent gone awol, he’s been running aimlessly throughout the internet, screaming into the void, demanding waifus, and growing increasingly angrier. In retrospect, this concern was somewhat naive. By actively manufacturing easily digested pop-culture nuggets, the memecore sector has managed to make the previously unthinkable slightly more mainstream and somewhat more acceptable. They’re the foundation of the pyramid, and consequently invaluable. Meme Magic may be hollow, but as a propaganda tool and a gateway drug, the proliferation of Pepes and anti-everything trashiness has reaped exactly what was intended. This isn’t to say that the alt-right doesn’t have any PR problems. It’s just that its PR problems have nothing to do with the inelegance inherent in spamming twitter with #cuckservative and Zyklon Ben jokes.
The Western world’s love of technology is a Faustian bargain. Trapped within the commercial world, the democratic majority tend only to see the sides of technology that bring material pleasure and instant gratification; a trend that is only accelerating into greater social atomisation with individuals adrift in various virtual worlds. Liberal capitalism and socialism have been condensed into an Anglo-American ‘communitarianism’, which sees man reduced to a consumer of commodities. In the process, modernity’s foundational neurotic need for material satiation is reinforced. The status quo reduces the individual’s life aims to profit, excluding any traditional, holistic good. Our good impulses towards caring for the health of the whole are channelled into ineffectual ’causes’, from donations to sustain the sick and impoverished half a world away, to endless campaigns in the never-ending struggle for equality. Man, for all his technics, is an inadequate animal. The notions of progress, evolution and betterment have been a blind alley into the dead-end of herd morality and egalitarian delusions. ‘Science’ is pulled up as a trump card of atheists and other humanistic crusaders, invariably to condemn traditional social standards that maintain a semblance of social order, but never in favour of ‘scientific racism’ or to recognise the myriad biochemical realities which account for the many disparities between the sexes. Indeed, the most damaging aspect of the progressive mind is an inability or unwillingness to recognise when reality conflicts with the popular utopian viewpoint or dream. Beneath this staunch denial is the deeply held belief that truth is subject to change (if not entirely subjective), that man and nature are malleable, and that history has and will continue follow a linear trajectory. To them, mankind is being pulled in exactly the right direction, moving quickly towards the land of milk and honey.