Every generation of American history has been about the Superior Cognoscenti; hip to art and progress and humor and science and culture and evolving human endeavor, against the Ambulatory Wombs and their slavish devotees, the Cucked, determined to impose dead moral systems on us.
Every crime, every psychological disorder, every instance of suffering or abuse, ultimately routes back through spirals of cause and consequence back to some spreadsheet somewhere where some guy making $100k a year made an inconsequential change to save a company he himself is just a hireling for a nickel. A murder happens and you can know that it comes from an instance of cheapness at some point in the chain of events without regret.
The false equivocation of the wicked, who tell you that you should not despise them lest you open yourself up to equal disgust for whatever minor, inconsequential crimes you may have committed on an individual basis, without billions of dollars to substantially increase the detriment on every known level, takes your good natured humility and transmutes it into blind servility.
It’s one thing to tell your brother to remove the mote from his eye, but previous brothers didn’t have the capacity.
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Ivar Haglund first met "Bob" in 1948. Not yet a worldwide super-deity, "Bob" was starving, and so Ivar reached down into his acres of clams, plucked up a few choice morsels, and fed the starving genius. "Bob" never forgot the favor, and blessed his restaurant.
There's a monument in Rome called the Lapis Niger, or "Black Stone", but it's actually white. It's the oldest monument in Rome, and not even the ancient Romans knew what it was for. There's so many layers of ritual goods around it that each layer has a full meaning of it's own, and sometimes they're counter to other layers. The central layer is a bunch of laws about how many cows a king is allowed to own.
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Naw, Islam, once removed from the continent, ceases to be an intellectual force and devolves into what it is today. They never recovered from the Reconquista, which is why they’re not a serious alternative to anything offered by the West. In fact, it allowed Europe to colonize Africa and the Subcontinent by actively denigrating technological progress that wasn’t in their sphere. I don’t consider Islam anything but slowly settling ripples.
Shakespeare is important because he straddles the psychic delineation of the last truly human war, between Catholicism and Protestantism. Wars afterwards are wars of machinery and raw killing power over the ownership of humans as quantifiable production output. But the forces that would culminate in the English Civil War were already deeply felt in Shakespeare’s time a generation earlier. It was the last time men fought purely for ideas alone.