APHORISMS OF ALL TIME
Succumbing to noble temptations prevents surrendering to base temptations.
Liberalism is the belief everyone else should be in treatment for your disorder.
Modern man has the ambition of replacing with objects he buys what other ages hoped to obtain from methodical cultivation of the sentiments.
Elegance, dignity, nobility are the only values life does not succeed in disrespecting.
Civilization is what old men manage to salvage from the onslaught of young idealists.
SLOGANISMS OF THE WEEK
SOLUTIONS: The Western Reconstruction continues
If his bloodline is to survive and thrive, Western Man is now aiming at nothing short of Total Western Rebirth and the Fourth Age of Expansion.
All this plodding along, telling lies to himself and others, enjoying the decay and degeneracy of a rotting civilization, asking everybody but himself for permission to be and to be himself… that’s not how things are happening from now on.
Edward de Vere said it best when he said it thus: To be or not to be: that is the question
QUESTION OF THE DAY
What’s the difference between a Nation and a Country?
UK: The Death of the NATION, The Conquering of the COUNTRY, The Power of the STATE
The British State continues to expand its control over the minds of the British Nation, now by teaching the children what Fake News to believe. The BBC, the mouthpiece of the Security and Intelligence services and the Foreign Office, engages in extensive Reality Manipulation efforts, as do the rest of the deformed characters in the British Press. It is unlikely the children in Government Controlled Education Programs will hear much critique that will help them determine fact from fiction, because an informed Nation is a liability for any controlling State Power. If a people cease getting bamboozled by their corrupt press, all heaven may break loose.
It is not yet clear which path the British People will take in their struggle for dignity, liberty, and justice. Which of their two favorite responses will they put into action to liberate themselves from their Hostile Ruling Elite who want them brainwashed, raped, and dead: will they do little, or nothing? The British at large will choose to do nothing, in all likelihood, until truly all hell has broken loose, when the blood-dimmed tides are loosed upon the world. All positive change in this world’s ruling systems has come from a committed minority of righteous men. As the Mechanical Nanny State knows no limits, and moves in closer and closer after the wives and children of the few British Men left, it is simply a matter of time before those men realize who they are. Once these men learn to recognize each other, they will become organized, and they will gain the support of the people by mixing truth with testosterone. They will eventually win the responsibility of managing The State.
Our prevailing philosophy and national policy today are largely the result of an obsession of weak men, of man shaped by and shaping himself to his environment. The strong man takes hold of it and molds it or chisels it to his will.
The majority of the British Nation are women, and the majority of British men think like women and feel like women. Every issue of public perception and consensus is built upon emotional string-pulling or female ego-power-tripping (seeing how many men they can cuckold). Women are too easy to manipulate, and modern men are too easily manipulated by women. This is the reason so much effort is paid to poisoning the minds of young women and teenage girls in particular. It is a society of thought control, tone policing, offense-taking, panopticon spying, and total and complete bombardment of distraction and deceit propaganda designed to make a people self-destruct.
The testosteronic history of Britain is forgotten, and the British Nation at large appears quite content with their new story of women and estrogen, of whining and weakness, sickness and woe, hen-pecking and cheap celebrity, plastic shoes and body fat, poverty and pedophile rings, spying and brainwashing, street crime and opinion police, robbery and rape gangs, the death of Christianity and collapse of native birthrates, and endless, endless streams of imported citizens to drive up the property prices bubble that maintains the whole phoney economy, while the native women work like slaves throughout their fertile years to fund their alcohol and abortion addictions so they can die alone like the Jewish Feminist Movement tells them to.
What happened to Britain?
How did it become such a rotten cesspool? All of Britain’s strong-minded men were either sent to Australia as criminals, sent themselves to America as rebellious liberty-lovers, or died in the disastrous World Wars into which they were tricked, hoaxed into fighting for the Soviet Communists and for their own Nation’s destruction. Now the only men who remain play daily ‘dress up’ as the women they desire, and the women play dress up as the men they require. The vast majority are depressed, drunk and out of touch, and the general public is dumber than it has ever been, with sophisticated propaganda experts running the show ruthlessly from the blackmail backrooms. Only a small minority are capable of even questioning what is happening, and an even smaller minority capable of arriving at answers. Righteous Manliness and Rational Critical Thinking are in the toilet in Britain, and The State is determined to pull the flush.
This picture is of British Manliness slipping into the sewers for generations. The State Solution? To pounce while the prey is weak. Import hostile foreign tribes to breed with British Women, who are taught to hate the natives and themselves, and divorce people even further from History, Identity, and Destiny, and force the Ethnic British out of existence.
That is the fate of every Nation that allows itself to be ruled by a Hostile Elite, and allows its women to throw open the borders. Perhaps women are born traitors and always have been, and perhaps the modern British men are born cowards. Inevitable events will soon force the reversal of both of these perhapses.
The Great Replacement of the Native British People Continues Full Speed Ahead
White British Are Least Likely to Attend University
“All ethnic minority groups in England are now, on average, more likely to go to university than their White British peers.” [1]
“Groups with the next lowest progression rates – disadvantaged black Caribbean males and males from a mixed ethnic background – are around twice as likely to progress to higher education.” [2]
This is despite the fact, “for example, pupils of Black, Pakistani and Bangladeshi ethnic origin tend to perform worse, on average, in national tests and exams taken at school than their White British counterparts.” [1]
Source 1: Institute for Fiscal Studies, ‘Ethnic minorities substantially more likely to go to university than their White British peers’, 2015,
https://www.ifs.org.uk/publications/8042
Source 2: UK Government, Department for Education, ‘Education Secretary launches £24 million programme for North East’, 2018,
https://www.gov.uk/government/news/education-secretary-launches-24-million-programme-for-north-east
British Education: Female Domination For Decades
The 1980s was “the time that girls began to overtake boys in academic achievement”.[1] By the early 1990s, in UK universities “the number of female students overtook the number of male students for the first time”.[2] By 2009, the participation rate for women was standing at 49%, compared with 38% for men.[1]
In 2016, women in the UK were “35% more likely to go to university than men”. If the trend continues, a girl born in 2016 “will be 75% more likely to go to university than their male peers”.[2]
Source 1: BBC, ‘Men out-performed at university’, 2009,
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/education/8085011.stm
Source 2: Higher Education Policy Institute, ‘Boys to Men: The underachievement of young men in higher education – and how to start tackling it’, 2016,
https://www.hepi.ac.uk/2016/05/12/3317/
MIND MANIPULATION FLASHBACK
By means of ever more effective methods of mind-manipulation, the democracies will change their nature; the quaint old forms—elections, parliaments, Supreme Courts and all the rest—will remain. The underlying substance will be a new kind totalitarianism.
All the traditional names, all the hallowed slogans will remain exactly what they were in the good old days. Democracy and freedom will be the theme of every broadcast and editorial. Meanwhile the ruling oligarchy and its highly trained elite of soldiers, policemen, thought-manufacturers and mind-manipulators will quietly run the show as they see fit.
Leaked Podesta emails reveal the Globalist Left’s strategy for political conquest:
“..in general conspire to produce an unaware and compliant citizenry. The unawareness remains strong but compliance is obviously fading rapidly”
MegaFlashback: Blast from the Euro Past
FROM THE RED PILL FACTBOOK
Women’s Political Knowledge
“Women are less likely to know about current affairs than men.”
Surveying citizens of Australia, Canada, Colombia, Greece, Italy, Japan, Korea, Norway, the UK, and the US, women consistently “answered fewer questions correctly than men in every country”, with gaps in political knowledge being “wider in countries that have done the most to promote gender equality”.
Source: Economic and Social Research Council (ESRC), The Guardian Datablog, ‘Women know less about politics than men worldwide’, 2013,
https://www.theguardian.com/news/datablog/2013/jul/11/women-know-less-politics-than-men-worldwide
The Cerebral Male
“The average human male’s cerebral cortex is approximately 650.10cm3, compared to 573.54cm3 in the female.”
The Cerebral Cortex plays a key role in memory, attention, perception, awareness, thought, language, and consciousness.
Source: Journal of Clinical Neuroscience Volume 13, ‘Cerebral cortex: An MRI-based study of volume and variance with age and sex’, 2006,
https://www.academia.edu/5127340/Cerebral_cortex_An_MRI-based_study_of_volume_and_variance_with_age_and_sex
WEEKLY PERSUASION
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Milton Erikson’s Therapy Work: The Magic of Metaphor
ART GALLERY
HAROLD ANDERSON
1894 – 1973
POEMS OF THE WEEK
Hymns of the Marshes:
IV. The Marshes of Glynn
by Sidney Lanier
(1842 – 1881)
GLOOMS of the live-oaks, beautiful-braided and woven
With intricate shades of the vines that myriad-cloven
Clamber the forks of the multiform boughs,--
Emerald twilights,--
Virginal shy lights,
Wrought of the leaves to allure to the whisper of vows,
When lovers pace timidly down through the green colonnades
Of the dim sweet woods, of the dear dark woods,
Of the heavenly woods and glades,
That run to the radiant marginal sand-beach within
The wide sea-marshes of Glynn;--
Beautiful glooms, soft dusks in the noon-day fire,--
Wildwood privacies, closets of lone desire,
Chamber from chamber parted with wavering arras of leaves,--
Cells for the passionate pleasure of prayer to the soul that grieves,
Pure with a sense of the passing of saints through the wood,
Cool for the dutiful weighing of ill with good;--
O braided dusks of the oak and woven shades of the vine,
While the riotous noon-day sun of the June-day long did shine
Ye held me fast in your heart and I held you fast in mine;
But now when the noon is no more, and riot is rest,
And the sun is a-wait at the ponderous gate of the West,
And the slant yellow beam down the wood-aisle doth seem
Like a lane into heaven that leads from a dream,--
Ay, now, when my soul all day hath drunken the soul of the oak,
And my heart is at ease from men, and the wearisome sound of the stroke
Of the scythe of time and the trowel of trade is low,
And belief overmasters doubt, and I know that I know,
And my spirit is grown to a lordly great compass within,
That the length and the breadth and the sweep of the marshes of Glynn
Will work me no fear like the fear they have wrought me of yore
When length was fatigue, and when breadth was but bitterness sore,
And when terror and shrinking and dreary unnamable pain
Drew over me out of the merciless miles of the plain,--
Oh, now, unafraid, I am fain to face
The vast sweet visage of space.
To the edge of the wood I am drawn, I am drawn,
Where the gray beach glimmering runs, as a belt of the dawn,
For a mete and a mark
To the forest-dark:--
So:
Affable live-oak, leaning low,--
Thus--with your favor--soft, with a reverent hand,
(Not lightly touching your person, Lord of the land!)
Bending your beauty aside, with a step I stand
On the firm-packed sand,
Free
By a world of marsh that borders a world of sea.
Sinuous southward and sinuous northward the shimmering band
Of the sand-beach fastens the fringe of the marsh to the folds of the land.
Inward and outward to northward and southward the beach-lines linger and curl
As a silver-wrought garment that clings to and follows
the firm sweet limbs of a girl.
Vanishing, swerving, evermore curving again into sight,
Softly the sand-beach wavers away to a dim gray looping of light.
And what if behind me to westward the wall of the woods stands high?
The world lies east: how ample, the marsh and the sea and the sky!
A league and a league of marsh-grass, waist-high, broad in the blade,
Green, and all of a height, and unflecked with a light or a shade,
Stretch leisurely off, in a pleasant plain,
To the terminal blue of the main.
Oh, what is abroad in the marsh and the terminal sea?
Somehow my soul seems suddenly free
From the weighing of fate and the sad discussion of sin,
By the length and the breadth and the sweep of the marshes of Glynn.
Ye marshes, how candid and simple and nothing-withholding and free
Ye publish yourselves to the sky and offer yourselves to the sea!
Tolerant plains, that suffer the sea and the rains and the sun,
Ye spread and span like the catholic man who hath mightily won
God out of knowledge and good out of infinite pain
And sight out of blindness and purity out of a stain.
As the marsh-hen secretly builds on the watery sod,
Behold I will build me a nest on the greatness of God:
I will fly in the greatness of God as the marsh-hen flies
In the freedom that fills all the space 'twixt the marsh and the skies:
By so many roots as the marsh-grass sends in the sod
I will heartily lay me a-hold on the greatness of God:
Oh, like to the greatness of God is the greatness within
The range of the marshes, the liberal marshes of Glynn.
And the sea lends large, as the marsh: lo, out of his plenty the sea
Pours fast: full soon the time of the flood-tide must be:
Look how the grace of the sea doth go
About and about through the intricate channels that flow
Here and there,
Everywhere,
Till his waters have flooded the uttermost creeks and the low-lying lanes,
And the marsh is meshed with a million veins,
That like as with rosy and silvery essences flow
In the rose-and-silver evening glow.
Farewell, my lord Sun!
The creeks overflow: a thousand rivulets run
'Twixt the roots of the sod; the blades of the marsh-grass stir;
Passeth a hurrying sound of wings that westward whirr;
Passeth, and all is still; and the currents cease to run;
And the sea and the marsh are one.
How still the plains of the waters be!
The tide is in his ecstasy.
The tide is at his highest height:
And it is night.
And now from the Vast of the Lord will the waters of sleep
Roll in on the souls of men,
But who will reveal to our waking ken
The forms that swim and the shapes that creep
Under the waters of sleep?
And I would I could know what swimmeth below when the tide comes in
On the length and the breadth of the marvellous marshes of Glynn.
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