Being and the 14 words

An old comment of Michael O’Meara:   This [Johnson’s book-review of Covington’s Quartet] is an extraordinary article on an extraordinary subject. I am constantly amazed by the fact that the Quartet has been virtually ignored in our community. Part of this, I imagine, is due to the fact that the present generation of racialists, like…

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Civilisation’s „Romance and Reality“

For an introduction to these series, see here. Below, some indented excerpts of “Romance and Reality,” the third chapter of Civilisation by Kenneth Clark, after which I offer my comments. Originally I posted this entry on April 15 of the last year, but now that I posted another entry about Spain’s Teresa of Ávila I…

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The White Queen

Recently I watched the black-and-white 1935 and 1952 film adaptations of Les Misérables. But I also watched the much more recent 1998 color adaptation starring Liam Neeson, Geoffrey Rush, Uma Thurman, and Claire Danes. In Victor Hugo’s novel the revolutionist Enjolras is said to have the appearance of a good-looking ephebe, with „long fair lashes,…

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„Taking the black“

Or Night’s Watch ascetics vs. today’s degeneracy   After the suffering of decades of violence and oppression, the human soul longs for things higher, warmer, and purer than those offered by today’s mass living habits, introduced as by a calling card by the revolting invasion of commercial advertising, by TV stupor, and by intolerable music.…

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Ostriches

In Sebastian Ronin’s recent retort to some comments by Matt Parrott here at WDH, this paragraph caught my attention: Nothing is “free”, not even “virtually free”, especially not energy. No one, absolutely no one, gets to dodge the bullet of Post-Peak Oil energy devolution. A global civilization, to which Murka is the metaphorical Rome, collapses;…

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The Brigade excerpts, chapter XII

by Harold Covington “Are You In Or Out?” “I’ve been thinking about it since I watched my sister’s coffin lowered into the ground,” said Annette bitterly. “We both have,” said Eric soberly. “We’re young, but even we can see that things in America can’t go on this way. I laugh when somebody refers to us…

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The Brigade excerpts, chapter XXX

by Harold Covington “Names On The Wall” It was now fifteen years since the bloody morning in Coeur d’Alene, when outraged white men had finally arisen in arms to strike at the bloody claw of Zion that sought the lives of their children. It had been ten years since the Tricolor had gone up over…

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Dies Irae

For a few years I have been reading racialist literature and have come to the conclusion that William Luther Pierce ought to be considered the central intellectual figure of American racialism (George Lincoln Rockwell on the other hand was perhaps the noblest individual on this side of the Atlantic). Besides his superb essays Pierce inaugurated…

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