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reading a face: Roger Scruton

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I was listening to a youtube clip of (I think) Mike Enoch and Dr Narcan of The Right Stuff, a bit too carny for my tastes but there was an amusing moment where they discussed some paleocon/civic nationalist type, someone like Tucker Carlson, who was still clinging to the hope of rational discourse with the Left; one of the two said something like: “someone should just put a gun to the Left’s head, I understand he can’t do it, because he’s a conservative. He should ask me, I’m a fascist, I’ll do it.”

I still find such honesty a little shocking, regardless of my degree of agreement or disagreement (but then I live in Germany, a country where you can go to prison for speculating that maybe only 5.5 million were in the hall of cost). When I saw this photo of Roger Scruton, I thought, This is a man who wouldn’t put a gun to anyone’s head.

He can and often is forceful and critical, doesn’t strike me as conflict avoidant or easily rattled, but like most people he was formed by the era of his youth – he is an early-stage boomer (born 1944) who grew up in a time of low immigration, relative social cohesion, and so he has a gentle, open character, a very English tolerance for individual difference, also note his rumpled attire and face. It’s a nature largely incomprehensible to the German/French elites, who tend to the totalitarian & perfectionist & utopian. That disordered right trouser leg is why e.g. Germans think the English are eccentric; when Germans try for spezzatura or eccentricity it just comes across as, well, trying. The whole point of the old English style – a largely bygone characteristic – is to rub up against the grain of obdurate life, and spoil your perfection. It is the culture of the Common Law we had before the EU, of genuine (not enforced & alien) diversity within a genetic group, of a million unplanned & fortuitous events, of accident and humanity, exemplified in Scruton’s right trouser leg, in the legendary origin of The Order of the Garter:

Various legends account for the origin of the Order. The most popular involves the Countess of Salisbury, whose garter is said to have slipped from her leg while she was dancing at a court ball at Calais. When the surrounding  courtiers sniggered, the king picked it up and returned it to her, exclaiming, “Honi soit qui mal y pense!” (“Shame on him who thinks ill of it!”), the phrase that has become the motto of the Order.

Reminiscent also, as Wikipedia notes, of Sir Gawain & the Green Knight, one of the quintessential, strange poems of the old, now largely destroyed England. That one of the highest orders in the land seems to have originated in one of these

slipping down a woman’s leg and then being adopted as a mark of status by the various toffs (who at that point were also trained in combat and tended to be routinely murderous) is typically English; at least England as it was before it was systematically destroyed by globohomo and mass immigration.

Perhaps in some distant, post-Race-War future, a new and better order of knighthood will emerge, in which one’s right trouser leg is slightly rolled up; the right, not the left, to distinguish one from the Masons.

antithesis

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Good video by Morgoth and others, discussing in part the alliance between corporations and the more rabidly anti-white Left. I’m old enough to remember Naomi Klein’s No Logo, when capitalism and big business was largely an affair of the Right, even if, as with e.g. Roger Scruton, it was somewhat awkward; fifteen years ago, the Left were resolutely anti-big-business and regarded Starbucks, Burger King, etc. as baleful soul-crushing entities. Perhaps, fifteen years ago, more of the Left had actually worked in shitty jobs and so had developed a proper loathing for the happy smiley corporations they now admire; it seems that more & more Lefties have never actually had a really grindingly hard, badly-paid job.

The turnaround has been rapid. Now Burger King advertises milkshakes for the specific purpose of political intimidation. While it’s certainly better to get a milkshake in the face than acid or a brick, given Jo Brand has – without any legal consequences – suggested throwing acid at anyone the Left don’t like, were I a politician and someone threw anything at me, I would violently assume the worst. Sooner or later some screaming blue-haired freak is going to use acid, and then Jo Brand will simper “It’s just a joke!!! And who cares if a literal Nazi gets his face burnt off!” And I’m pretty sure, were right-wingers to throw even mineral water at figures like Obama or Tony Blair, they would be charged with hate crimes and the Guardian would be full of articles about the violent Right and the need for extreme measures against these vile mineral-water-carrying brownshirts.

Starbucks is now promising to pay for sex change surgery for trannies (40% suicide rate, post-surgery).

George Soros, the billionaire Nazi collaborator, is funding open borders Lefties and of course they don’t wonder why.

Every single big corporation supported Hillary Clinton and was opposed to Brexit. And yet the screaming blue-hairs suddenly forget that Amazon, Google, Burger King aren’t exactly on the side of humanity, and proudly march to purchase their frappuccinos and burgers, in order to more nearly resemble Jo Brand.

Testament to the NPC’s ability to live in the moment, according to whatever they are programmed to believe. I’m not sure if it’s impossible to break their minds, or if they are already broken and so the pieces can be moved effortlessly around at the whim of the elites.

And yet, it occurs to me that if people turn against corporations again, the implicit alliance of big business and anti-white, anti-Western hatred will enable some to turn Right; not many, since to them the Right is evil Hitler Thatcher gassing Ethiopian kids while Bob Geldof wasn’t looking. But because people mostly think in binary either/or terms, if one side of the equation becomes abhorrent, the opposite will become more attractive, or at least less repugnant. After all, many supported Stalin just because they didn’t like Nazi Germany.

And so the thesis, antithesis, synthesis process could result in a mature Right politics and culture of localism, tradition, and a move away from big business and the worship of the market. The Left will be left blue-haired and tattooed, enormously obese & riddled with AIDS, frantically sipping their Starbucks lattes, bowing down to Ronald McDonald and screaming invective against anything white, even swans. It would be one of History’s ironies if a lead figure in this paradigm shift was to be Donald Trump, the billionaire vulgarian, the reality TV star with a taste for gold decor and supermodels, but then who better to know that money can’t buy everything.

wools

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Roger Scruton somewhere listed clothing as one of the essential characteristics of a nation (along, I think, with food and weather). As we’ve had a fairly Novembral May here in Europe I’ve had ample cause to break out cardigans and tank tops and tweed. I rejoice at pictures such as the above. There is the aesthetic sensibility of colour and fabrics, here a rather bold but pleasing assemblage of matter; there are the wooden buttons when plastic would be so much easier to manufacture & replace; and the almost tangible warmth of the texture and striation. It is a wholly human creation.

the society of the lie

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The Z Man:

There was never a time when news reporters were objective or conformed to a set of ethics. In fact, the idea of journalistic ethics is an entirely new thing. The reporters in the 1920’s would have laughed themselves silly if someone scolded them about their ethics. The newspaper man was a carouser who lived rough and played rough. Until after World War II, being in the media was a working class job with the morality of carny folk.

My father tried to force me to read the dreary Times every day, “well egh to build up the vocabulary egh!” as he put it. I leafed disconsolately through this garbage every morning, praying for an earthquake or war to liven things up a bit. At the time, I thought I was totally uninterested in politics and so-called current events, and stuck to Henry James and Nietzsche.

Only in 2006 or so, I found writers like Theodore Dalrymple and Roger Scruton, who made some sense of England’s degenerate culture. And only in 2015, with the Ascent of the God Emperor, did I pay any attention to daily happenings.

I now realise that mainstream media isn’t news as such; it is commentary, spin, on the daily events, and one requires extreme caution to factor in the bias and deceit. I have met several journalists, some very high level, and found them to be astonishingly ignorant and often surprisingly unqualified. For example, I met the politics editor of a major European “intellectual” newspaper in summer 2016; he was planning a trip to the US to liaise with the Washington Post and New York Times: he had never heard of “the Alt-Right” or Stephen Bannon.

Most people will say politicians are all liars, but quite a few people still seem to trust mainstream journalism, despite many cases of outright knowing falsehood. We live in a society of the lie, and the nobility & integrity of journalism is one of the subtle little lies by which we are fed the whoppers.

Even a fairly based show like Person of Interest has an episode about a valiant and wonderful female journalist who is threatened because of her fearless exposés. In reality, she would be a corporate lackey, Left-wing, who would simply take orders to attack Western civilisation, and to cover up any Democrat/Left-wing crimes; if she got too close to a juicy story, her editors would tell her to back off. Curiously, as if reality asserts itself in spite of the narrative, she looks and acts like a slimy, opportunistic snake, with an expression of constant smug superiority:

People will accept the fundamentally Darwinian nature of society, that e.g. Google wants to be the only major search engine, that McDonald’s would be quite happy for Burger King to go bankrupt, and yet these same people don’t for a moment think the powers that be would infiltrate, subvert, and control mainstream media. Means, motive, opportunity – all three are present, and yet if you so much as suggest it, or mention Operation Mockingbird, the NPCs titter about conspiracy theories.

But then, most people are fairly honest and lack both the cognitive powers and the sociopathic detachment to conspire at length. Hence, most people cannot be journalists.