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What Type of Man Will Save Western Civilization?

forcepolitics — Sat, 14 Jan 2012 22:46:58 +0000

It won’t be the politically correct effete intellectual that saves Western Civilization from destruction, it will be the type that pisses on the corpses of those he has defeated, the one that couldn’t care less about what polite society considers appropriate, the one who others crawl behind when all the talk has ended and the time for action is at hand.

Fear of Reality in Favor of Fantasy

forcepolitics — Sat, 12 Nov 2011 07:10:29 +0000

Modern man hates reality and he proves this time again by his actions, his complete rebuff of what is evident in favor of his delusion.

Everything he does is filtered of truth and laced with the lies he has designed for himself.

He is consumed with denying every axiom for the soft tranquility of fantasy.

He has systematically dissected his own soul and cast it aside thinking that once liberated from the burden of it he will be free from concern.

The escapist does not live he only imitates life and as such he does not exist.

Where the soul was he now places endless lies and he resides as a slave to the fantasy he has created for himself, trapped within a cloud of complete ignorance.

When the fantasy can no longer shield out reality he becomes bewildered.

He has devalued himself by discarding his soul and his bewilderment eventually becomes continual suffering.

Reality will not be ignored forever and his suffering is the reoccurrence of reality back into his fake life, piercing the thin membrane of his shoddily constructed fantasy.

Man can give in and sink into the darkness of a continued peaceful psychosis or turn toward the light of reality and never-ending rivalry.

His suffering can pull him back into existence and lift away the veil of unreality or ruin him completely.

True freedom walks hand in hand with great danger, everything that matters is fateful.

Bureaucrats

forcepolitics — Sun, 02 Oct 2011 18:13:41 +0000

The stupidest bureaucrat is always willing to tell you what you should say or how you should think, but bureaucrats are menial thinkers and only reiterate what they have been told to say. Their entire world is words and sentences scrutinized and cleared of bothersome truth in the acid bath of political correctness. Some of the worst human beings are bureaucrats, quintessential vapid blobs of nothingness, mere blank slates upon which their masters paste the codified idiocy of the bureaucratic superstructure.

[Original M.H. # 74]

All Safety is Secured by Force

forcepolitics — Sat, 04 Jun 2011 05:11:28 +0000

All safety is secured by force whether you are the one implementing it or you live under the one who does, oblivious.

A Passive World

forcepolitics — Sat, 04 Jun 2011 04:30:44 +0000

A passive world is a peaceful one but only if fate smothers all ambition and what would the world be without ambition but the decaying stillness that awaits all after their time.

Rubric Six

forcepolitics — Thu, 12 May 2011 21:31:00 +0000

Had the Levantine curse not beset Western Man he would be a thousand years advanced.

Masses of Moralizing Eunuchs

forcepolitics — Thu, 21 Apr 2011 18:49:54 +0000

What is right should not be determined by masses of moralizing eunuchs. These limp echelons, sent out into the world, are no real threat to those who do not fear to challenge the pretense of strength.

The blood of the effete sissy runs when pierced by harsh looks alone, flowing slow, pink and watery till completely drained while bony fingers grasp dingy morality manuals and philosophical tracts, held high for protection from the forceful blows of reality.

Wads of bound paper are no defense for a putrid soul, a shallow mind and an atrophying body. In the advocacy of total weakness – as some kind of more modern evolved and virtuous human you find the putrid soul absolutely, the shallow mind assuredly, and the atrophying body highly likely.

There is no deep contemplation to the abrogation of nature’s ultra practical law in favor of ease and debauchery no matter how sublimely theoretical it may seem. In the end it is nothing but words, the masses of eunuchs will never prevail. A cancer having ravaged a body perishes with its victim. There is no overthrow of nature to come by way of the thoughts and scribblings of small men, only their inevitable annihilation. The Fist of Nature corrects all ills in time.

“A world that deceives itself as to the truth of reality is likely to experience the fist of nature firsthand and that fist never brings forth offerings of friendship or reconciliation but only a terrible force of a type that can not be opposed, an implacable power that returns all invalid life to the dirt.”

Manipulation of the Horde To What End

forcepolitics — Sun, 17 Apr 2011 21:45:51 +0000

The horde will do what it pleases unless regulated by an outside entity willing to apply a greater force against the horde then the horde can apply against it.

The horde can go nowhere but down without being regulated. It is better to let the horde run its course to ruin then to endlessly waste resources maintaining it or to regulate it by half-measures that are in reality a facade of control meant to make both parties feel content.

It is now known that overt overweening regulation is a waste of resources; the horde is what it is. Absolute force, and the endless control that it entails, costs too much and is self destruction by other means.

Stratification by natural selection is necessary and in line with the reality of human nature and the world. Let go and allow the churning waters to settle into layers naturally, let a man be where he is meant to be, let him settle where his quality dictates. If, by his own means, he can rise to great heights, let him. But also if he sinks to the lowest levels, let him remain there as well. From exosphere to the deepest rift of the ocean floor, he is where he is meant to be. Do not deny him movement and certainly do not place him.

To construct a designed world is to destroy Liberty no matter how lightly the laws created say the yoke be placed.

The Peasant Ethos of Putrefaction

forcepolitics — Tue, 15 Mar 2011 21:30:58 +0000

Today, nearly everything that is considered “popular culture” is an expression of the peasant mentality and what stands in for high culture is a fraud.

Higher man has been eradicated and the upper echelon of chaff has taken his spot, using his name but not measuring up. He is only a play actor, a comedic representation of something he does not even have the ability to imitate poorly.

The peasant mentality corrupts every single thing it has the ability to comprehend and in the void left by higher man what the peasant mind can not comprehend perishes.

If there is some good it is only because it can only be judged against what exists now, not what has existed or what the struggle for excellence could force into existence. Filth is no great measuring stick and yet anything that has the slightest gleam looks exceptional by comparison.

Wave upon wave of senseless absurdity, endlessly crashing upon a barren shore.

There is no fruit that will rot because there is no tree, there is no seed, and there is no renewal or cycle of life. There is but a horde of ignorance and behind it only trodden soil salted with their putrefying ethos.

Now the Peasant mentality fills all roles in the great stage show, slave and master are one and you can see that there is an inherent chaos the peasant mentality produces when its self-expression is unhindered.

IB2011/031411-82

The Indignity of the Ignominious

forcepolitics — Sat, 05 Feb 2011 05:31:54 +0000

The cadence of the ignominious is the metronome of our time. The past has seen such things before but our time is different, saturated from fringe to core, dripping in gross hypocrisy. To rise above seems noble but immersed in the times one must not flee but live the times and confront them head on. There is no acceptance of diminishment and degeneracy then flight or avoidance toward some dignified beyond. Things must be done that we would rather not do, the dirt of these days stains all. Once we have done what is necessary we can be purified again though our souls still bear the marks that can not be so easily washed away. We will know that these marks are not signs of a blackening soul but scars that were earned in battle. These scars will be justified by the times. We adjust the very construct to meet our demands. We design our own destiny and do what we must to reset the paradigm.

The world has become muted and populated by shadows, a self-consuming system like a serpent devouring itself. The indignity of the ignominious is a cancer that ceaselessly works toward destruction, pulling everything good down with it and we allow it to gestate within a warm regard that is based on a limitless hollow.