“Tradition means giving votes to the most obscure of all classes, our ancestors. It is the democracy of the dead. Tradition refuses to submit to that arrogant oligarchy who merely happen to be walking around.”

The days have gone down in the West

‘Where is the horse and the rider?
Where is the horn that was blowing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain,
like wind in the meadow.
The days have gone down in the West
behind the hills into shadow.
How did it come to this?’

– King Theoden, Lord of the Rings: Return of the King

I sometimes think that the ‘west‘ that is so often invoked by various people has long since passed, the ‘west‘ that we have now is a husk of it’s former self, a parody of what the ‘west‘ once was.

The nobility, the charity, the decency of our forefathers is gone, the selfishness and nihilism of the Jacobins, the Bolsheviks and capitalists has drained us most of our morality and vitality.

We seem entranced by trash, the trash of television and celebrity, the trash and lies of ‘free love’, the deception of ‘get rich quick’, the lies of relativism.

‘The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.’
What are we left with? Licence, promiscuity, a love of death, a toleration of lies, a rejection of God, a contempt of our past, of our forefathers and their decency.
‘How did it come to this?’
The concept of revolution, of progress and a disposal of the past.
No people, no race, no one can live completely cut off from who they are, no one, no people, no race can pretend that they popped into being with nothing behind them. We seem content with the lies told us, we seem happy with our lot.
I don’t feign to know all things, I know myself too well for that, I see my weaknesses vividly, I see the procrastination, the unholy, the impure, I l know my imperfections and the few strengths. I don’t condemn my fellow westerners, my fellow Christian brothers, I lament their weaknesses, I mourn their uncaring regard for their peoples, I wish that they could be stronger.
I read a comment on a blog, I can’t remember which, the gist of which of which, was that we we(white westerners) were like the Elves in the Lord of the Rings, that we had lived in this world, had molded it to our desires, had created such beauty, yet, through our avarice and folly had lost this world, just when we had everything in our power, and that we were now condemned to a slow by inexorable decline, to be overtaken by other, newer races, who would inherit that which we had created and cultivated.
I don’t know how exact this is, but is does seem apt!
I hope that we can find ourselves again, I hope we can recover from the guilt of total war, genocide and slavery, I hope, that we can be who we once were, I hope!

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