Sunday Harvest 10

That’s the funk, and the state of internal confusion and bemusement that our people are in, because every time they turn on the box in the corner it says that everything is marvelous and it’s all for the best, and that there’s no need to worry and that we’re all sleep-walking towards victory.
Jonathan Bowden

PROPAGANDA OF THE DAY

APHORISMS OF ALL TIME

The world is a shattered purpose that the noble soul endeavors to restore.

Every rebellion against the order of man is noble, so long as it does not disguise rebelliousness against the order of the world.

Modern education delivers untouched minds to propaganda.

In a century where the media publish endless stupidities, the cultured man is defined not by what he knows but by what he does not know.

FROM THE RED PILL FACT BOOK

THINGS YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE MISSED

Due to climate lies, genetic lines are dying out left and center.

The World Government salesmen are louder than ever.

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A nation dies culturally and spiritually first. Its money and its army are the last to go, but go they do once the light goes out in the nation’s soul.
Charley Reese

SOLUTIONS: Western Rebirth

Understand [you’re] part of a tradition, a tradition of non-surrender, a tradition of ultimate resource, a tradition that never says die, a tradition that is the epitome of military life, but in another area theoretically and politically and actuarily. One can never take one’s identity from one. One exists for a purpose. Liberals believe life has no purpose, but life has a purpose, and life’s purpose is to go forward and to confront that which is before you. And what is before us is cultural dispossession, unless we’re prepared to do something about it. What we can do about it will depend upon the circumstances, but what we can do is to remain loyal to our own sense of identity, to our own sense of becoming, to our own sense of what we may be in the future. Most people are truly afraid. They’re afraid to open their own mouths in relation to any of these issues. We must not fear.
Jonathan Bowden

POEMS OF THE WEEK

The Fall of Rome

by W. H. AUDEN

The piers are pummelled by the waves;
In a lonely field the rain
Lashes an abandoned train;
Outlaws fill the mountain caves.

Fantastic grow the evening gowns;
Agents of the Fisc pursue
Absconding tax-defaulters through
The sewers of provincial towns.

Private rites of magic send
The temple prostitutes to sleep;
All the literati keep
An imaginary friend.

Cerebrotonic Cato may
Extol the Ancient Disciplines,
But the muscle-bound Marines
Mutiny for food and pay.

Caesar’s double-bed is warm
As an unimportant clerk
Writes I DO NOT LIKE MY WORK
On a pink official form.

Unendowed with wealth or pity,
Little birds with scarlet legs,
Sitting on their speckled eggs,
Eye each flu-infected city.

Altogether elsewhere, vast
Herds of reindeer move across
Miles and miles of golden moss,
Silently and very fast.

WATCHING OF THE WEEK

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