A new year and a new decade has arrived. And with a new year there comes new territory to conquer. Alexander the Great is a good model to follow in such endeavors.
This painting is fanciful reproduction of a famous mosaic of Alexander (356-323BC), on horseback (on the left), defeating the Persian King Darius III at the battle of Issus in 333BC. Alexander eventually went on to subdue the entire Persian Empire, a remarkable feat when you consider that he died at age thirty-three. The original mosaic is from a Roman house in Pompeii from about 160BC. I prefer the more fanciful painting.
The point is: there are new things to do in this coming year and new paths to take. Although I cannot conquer territory in the sense of Alexander, there are other areas of life where conquest is still possible.
Steve McQueen was one of the great alpha males of a now bygone Hollywood era. When we see today’s pathetic examples of “males”, the feminized soyboys, weeping Willies, and androgynous, man bunned, pussy hat wearing SJWs, we can only wonder if the decline in testosterone driven masculinity has not been some gigantic scheme by the Western globohomo elites to destroy millions of years of male evolution.
Just a few short decades ago a man like Steve McQueen was the epitome of American masculinity: fiercely independent, a true free thinker, someone who would have despised the gigantic, socialist nanny state for which so many of his present day Hollywood cadres so long. He was both a man of action, as well as an artist of the highest rank. It was rare back then, and it is even rarer today.
Anyone who has seen his movies knows that the world he portrayed is a world now largely lost. I say largely lost, because there are still some vestiges of this world, but one must look and search and be unafraid to explore. This was a world where a man was unafraid to take action, whatever the consequences, and as ruthlessly as needed, in defense of himself and the promotion of his own interests.
To sum up his approach to life, McQueen once said:
“I live for myself and answer to nobody”.
This should be the code that every man lives by. Few will dare to do so. Those who do will find true happiness in life. This is why the alpha is a truly rare breed.
After a few post dealing with the insanity of the Western world, especially with respect to its submission to Islam, this is a nice oasis of traditional Western beauty. This is a choir from a Serbian Orthodox Church, which is part of the overall Eastern Orthodox Church. I do not know Serbian, which is Slavic language, so I do know the lyrics here, but as the heading says, this a rendition of Psalm 135. Its melody alone conveys a deep spirituality of mystical dimensions.
It is truly beautiful, hauntingly beautiful, a lovely reminder of the heights and glories that the Western tradition has and can still reach, once we rid ourselves of the utterly destructive poison of cultural Marxism.
As is increasingly becoming clear each day, we are at war, a war for the soul of the West in general, and the White Man in particular. It is war that is being waged both on the inside, from the Marxist Left, and from the outside, by Islamic crusaders and their ever growing migrant hoards flooding into European countries, as well as the United States.
So in these increasingly dark times, let us look to such pearls of beauty as this for a reminder of what we are fighting for, at least those of us who still value the great and glorious heritage of the Western world. This hymn is a like a sip of cool water in the parched desert of our present culture.
There are few characters in the history of cinema as memorable as Sheriff Buford T. Justice. Played by the great Jackie Gleason in the equally great Smokey and the Bandit, this great man symbolizes so much of what was once great in America: the relentless pursuit of justice, a clear and incorruptible vision of what needs to be done to protect the Western world from the evils of Communism, “she insulted my authority, and that’s nothing but pure and simple, old fashioned communism”, and a love for the traditions and institutions of the American heritage nation (his consumption of a Diabolo sandwich at a local diner is pure Americana at it unpretentious best).
Such a man would not be depicted in today’s cinema. Or at least, he would be comic character, a caricature of all that is good in law enforcement.
Actually, that is what he was in Smokey and the Bandit, a caricature of law enforcement.
Scratch that. The whole movie was a comedy, so it is all in just good fun. Still, there is something quite awesome about Buford T. Justice. We can only imagine how he would react in the face of today’s societal freak show. Well, most likely he would have reacted the same way he reacted to the freak show of the late seventies, with utter contempt and vile rebuke. Today he would belong firmly in the Trump and alt-right camp.
Even though he is a comic character, Sheriff Buford T. Justice is one of my favorites. God bless him!
I recently happened upon a movie which stared this beauty. Loretta Young (1913-2000) was an actress from the Hollywood’s golden age, the age of the silver screen. This was a time when films were not beholden to massive special effects and computer graphics, but rather to the qualities that make for the best drama: good writing and good acting. There is a naturalism to these older movies which is often lacking in many of today’s film.
Loretta Young was also an example of this naturalism. She was a natural beauty, and her career spanned for many decades, including winning an Academy Award for Best Actress in 1948. She could play a range of roles, from a vampish crimes girl in Midnight Mary to a chaste wife of a bishop in The Bishop’s Wife.
She was also something that is exceedingly rare today in Hollywood: a conservative Catholic, and registered Republican. I doubt in today’s PC Hollywood culture anyone with that background would get far in the film industry.
It is always good to be reminded of how beauty in the past, with its natural class and restraint, is often superior to the trashiness that passes for beauty today. I doubt you would ever have seen someone like Loretta Young talking about her menstrual cycles on the Washington Mall.
So whom would a man prefer, Loretta Young, or Ashley Judd. The choice is obvious.
Dover Beach is one of the great poems in the English language. Written by Mathew Arnold (1822-1888), known more for his great cultural and literary criticism rather than his poetry, this poem nevertheless is a gem of beauty. It may been known to many people, but in today’s educational and cultural environment, I would not be surprised if many students graduating from a university with a degree in English have never even read this. After all, Arnold was not a black lesbian; rather, as a white male he is officially one of the great enemies of the modern Leftist zeitgeist which dominates nearly all of academia.
Still, great poetry fortunately transcends the idiocies of modern thought. What is hauntingly beautiful about his poem is the deep melancholy expressed, a melancholy which is born from the deepening lack of religious faith that Arnold saw overtaking his society. The world in which this poem was written, that of Victorian England at its most glorious, might seem today exceedingly religious. And yet for Arnold, it was not. Imagine what he would think of today’s world.
In addition to a poem about faith, it is also a love poem. Arnold is addressing his young wife in the poem, “Ah, love, let us be true/ to one another!” and he appeals to the power of love to help overcome the dissolution of religious belief.
The beauty of great poem does wonders for the soul. Like good music, it is really not something that can be truly quantified, but rather, it is better simply to appreciate it, to let it infuse the mind and heart with whatever nuances and images and verbal rhythms and echoes it possesses. And this poem possesses all that to the full.
Christmas Eve is my favorite night of the year. In fact, despite the best efforts of the cultural, Marxist Left to diminish the importance of Christmas in our society, Christmas Eve still remains one of the most powerful and popular moments in our otherwise very fractured and divided society. For many of us who grew up in an earlier time without the benefit of all the technological gadgets that entertain people today, Christmas was the moment of the year of true magic and mystery, joy and happiness. The more simple gifts we received were always greatly loved. I for one loved trucks. We had no Playstation or X-box back then. So just going out into the yard and getting dirty with your new toys was always a delight. Even if you have no religious affiliation or sympathies at all, Christmas can still be a time of love and selfless giving.
One of the things I love the most about Christmas Eve is the confluence of light and darkness. Of course, the religious meaning of Christ coming into the darkness of the world with the light of life, The Nativity, is what is most important about Christmas. Still, for our modern world, the display of Christmas lights and decorations are an expression of this, even if many of them are now peppered with more secular images of Christmas, such as Santa Clause and other figures. Whatever the ultimate reason for such decorations on the part of those decorating, I have always loved the public display of lights and decorations for Christmas. Since we are in the darkest period of the year, when the days are short and there is little light and much cold, there is real emotional, spiritual and even mystical beauty to such sights.
The celebration of Christmas on December 25 of course originated in an ancient pagan Roman festival called the Saturnalia, which occurred at roughly this point in December. It was originally a sort of Winter solstice celebration. From a purely secular standpoint, what we have in common today with that old pagan festival is hope: the hope that is brought about in the darkest point of the year of new light, the eventual return of sun and warmth with spring, and the subsequent renewal of life itself in nature. So whatever the origins of this season, it always has been, and still remains, a wonderful time of the year.
And of course there is all the beautiful music. No more needs to be said on that!
And I am glad to notice since the election of Trump that more and more people seem once more to be saying “Merry Christmas” in public. I noticed this recently, and wondered if this was simply my own misguided judgment, until I heard some news pundit mention it as well. So perhaps there is something going on here. If so, the cultural Marxist left which controls most news media and entertainment, and all of academia, will be quite displeased!
Oh yes, and one of the best Christmas presents I have received this year is watching the Left’s complete meltdown at the election of Trump. It is truly one of the most delightful phenomena I have witnessed my entire life!
So here is wishing everyone a Merry Christmas!