the following is a sample from my forthcoming American Sun article on the history and uses of humiliation.
“What did the Pilgrim Fathers come for, then, when they came so gruesomely over the black sea? Oh, it was in a black spirit. A black revulsion from Europe, from the old authority of Europe, from kings and bishops and popes. And more. When you look into it, more. They were black, masterful men, they wanted something else. No kings, no bishops maybe. Even no God Almighty. But also, no more of this new ‘humanity’ which followed the Renaissance. None of this new liberty which was to be so pretty in Europe. Something grimmer, by no means free-and-easy.” – DH Lawrence, “Studies in Classic American Literature”
Harvard was established to train Puritan clergy and it never stopped.
Humiliations runs deep in the American soul. America is not a land that one thinks of when they think of cultural cringe or the self-loathing that other nations, especially Anglo, have been all too eager to revel in. The Puritans occupy the American imagination, as they should for that American soul cannot be understood without understanding the Puritans, one of history’s great purity spiralers. Never has the purity spiral ascended so high and fallen so low than in their history.
Earlier this year I enthralled people who follow my content with the on-going story of how my closest friend was beginning to pay attention to the world and see what was going on, questioning the liberal paradigm and seeing what it was the dissident right was trying to say. It all started with a bad relationship that had a lot of bad friends whose insistence that their mental illness be celebrated that made him start saying “wait a tick”. As he began to go down the rabbit hole, I stood by, contextualizing what he was learning and giving him sources or works to check out. After one conversation, he finally learned the truth of who I am, what I represent, and what I believe.
Like many of the once and future articles that dot this personal weblog of mine, this one had its origins in a Twitter thread that I sputtered out like a manic street preacher in a rapture sandwich board, screaming “that’s the missing link!” It would be a shame to let it get banished to the unreachable aether once its time is up, so I reprint it here, expanded and revised.
Like any good dilemma, the one I’m in is one of my own doing. I have over ten drafts of posts (or just mere ideas of posts) sitting in my queue, and never really sure which one I should try to complete. I stand in the middle of my own blog like would-be roadkill standing in the light that conveniently goes to them instead of them to it. But on the thought of the cute creatures of God’s paved earth I was recently thinking of one of their dilemmas, the hedgehog’s dilemma, which leads me to the fable’s author, Arthur Schopenhauer.
What was a necessary break inevitably turned into a longer unnecessary break. There wasn’t much that filled the gap. I read some Lasch, I discovered the language of D.H. Lawrence, a writer that I never gave the time of day because of his ‘pornographic’ reputation, and I dug into some topics related to Soviet cinema and humiliation, which I will compose posts of in due time, but there was no focus on much of anything after doing those posts on British Orientalism and the Empire. Truth be told my mind was filled up by work, the necessary evil, and getting away from this Extremely Online persona that I crafted for myself in the weird world of post-ironic politics. I once told a friend in college our generation would be more racist, and I couldn’t put my finger quite on why, but I knew it had to do with the kind of ironic racism we were already playing with back in the oughts, a decade I mostly associate with ought-not now.
The following post is a continuation of the last one.It was a response to Nic on Salo Forumwho stated this:
“British Zionism needs a deeper dive as well. The Christian Zionism of certain elites combined with the fanatical Puritanism of such sects as The Plymouth Brethren, from which came Aleister Crowley. Their intermarriage with actual Jews during the Victorian Era solidified this alliance.”
Like the last post I did, this will be reworked into an expanded series entitled The Beasts of Britain.
There were so many little threads I wanted to start pulling that I had to leave alone because I was already spiraling into madness but I am certain the intersection of pederastic British Orientalism and Christian Zionism goes deeper than we can even contemplate.
The following post is a largely unedited version of a post I made on Salo Forum in response to a news article that revealed the FBI had documents on Lord Mountbatten’s lust for boys. I will be rewriting this post and the next one I make into a larger series called The Beasts of Britain for American Sun. That series will expand on this more with a stronger academic focus and a pared down version of the forum black humor and over-the-top Anglo bashing.
The more the secrets of the British Empire come spilling out the more I begin to wonder if the British looked admiringly toward the model of the Ottoman Empire and wished to emulate in it. This was my initial thought in typing what I thought was going to be a brief but nice effort post. Instead here’s this sprawling insanity. I no longer think they wanted to be the Ottoman Empire but to surpass it in ways that we could never imagine in our darkest of imaginations. This whole effort has left me broken and shattered and you can trace the actual decline in my mental state through the entire post. I will never be okay again.
September may be the most ephemeral of months. Coming off the bitter doldrums, something more of a happy harvest begins to set in for people. October, of course, is a tricky month and a time for contemplating the cold touch of our faintly spiritual world, and November is the time to bunker down, give thanks, and prepare, but September is the month with promise and better suited for contemplation. It’s the first hint of change in the color of the leaves and leads the mind to contemplate what will be next, and what should be.
The Matrix was a watershed movie in a watershed year. 1999. Seriously, go look at what came out that year. I have done 8 Poz Buttons on films from that year: The Matrix, American Beauty, Fight Club, Eyes Wide Shut (2-parter), Office Space, 8mm, Breakfast of Champions. I could easily do 8 more from that year alone. I often come back to 1999 as we’ve frequently said that the 90s were the decade where history was put on pause and 1999 was the year that people tried to make sense of that weird decade and everything that came before it because there was this hope and promise of what 2000, the new millennium, was going to bring.
The brain trust known as the Original PineBros–a cavalcade of shitposting technoskeptics, radical campbois, and a Homeric cryptid named Ron–is always a very mixed bag. Sometimes you get deep thoughts that go on for hours, sometimes you get Garfield roleplay and unsolicited pictures of Stormking’s ass. Fortunately we got the former this time around.
A discussion on one of the most vaunted numbers on the internet–1488–took a turn onto why you see it so frequently in any kind of discount or sale.