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07 Wednesday Jun 2017
Posted beauty, culture, music, religion, spirituality
inAfter 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.
17 Wednesday May 2017
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!
29 Saturday Apr 2017
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.
12 Thursday Jan 2017
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.
24 Saturday Dec 2016
Posted culture, religion, spirituality
inChristmas 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!
07 Thursday Jul 2016
Odysseus was a great figure from Greek mythology: he was the king of Ithaca who fought in the Trojan War for ten years; after the war he spent the next ten years attempting to return home while enduring many trials and tribulations, not only among cannibals and cyclopes, sea monsters and sirens, but also among lovely women such as Circe and Calypso. The painting above is of Odysseus and Calypso. I am not sure who the artist is, but it looks like something from the 19th century.
There were different attitudes towards Odysseus in the ancient world: the Greeks both loved and hated him, since he was the prototype of not only a great war hero, but also of an amoral man who would say or do anything to achieve his goals. The Romans simply hated him, as they saw him as a symbol of what they considered the sleazy and duplicitous character of the Greeks in general.
There are many different depictions of Odysseus throughout the history of literature, but my favorite depiction of Odysseus is that of the Iliad and the Odyssey, the two great, ancient Greek epic poems at the fountain head of all Western literature. In these poems Odysseus is not only a great man of action but also a man of great intellect: two things which have always been prized, but especially so in the ancient Greek world. The fact that he endured many things, journeyed to many different places, and had to suffer much before he could return home from the Trojan War has always caught the imaginations of generations for over three thousand years.
There is a classic epithet used for Odysseus by Homer, the poet behind the Iliad and Odyssey: “polytropos” which roughly means “a man of many turns”. This is often interpreted as either “a man who is much traveled or wandering” or “a man who is wily and crafty”. The meaning is ambiguous, and deliberately so, since Odysseus was all of these things. Which shade of Odysseus one prefers, is usually left up to the reader of whatever work in which Odysseus is being portrayed.
What I like is that Odysseus had to go through many things in life, and although my life is certainly not as glamorous as his, the story of someone having to endure different trials is one with which most people can identify. This is one of the reasons why Odysseus has been and remains to this day one of the most enduring figures in all of literature. It is one of the reasons I have chosen to use his name as my moniker. It seems appropriate at this point in my journey of blogging.
07 Sunday Feb 2016
Posted culture
inWhile a great portion of America is at the moment engaging in the annual idiocy of the Superbowl, a time when the power of corporate America is perhaps demonstrated more stunningly than ever, it is good to remember that there are other sports in the world.
One of them is Curling.
Now, why a great mass of men enjoy watching other men in tight, crotch enhancing pants jump all over each other, mingling their sweat and other bodily fluids in what looks like a vigorous orgy straight out of the most unabashed gay bathhouse in San Francisco, is a mystery to me. Football is perhaps the most homoerotic sport in the world.
What is amusing about the sports world, which is a rife with pc orthodoxy as any other, especially when it comes to the sports broadcasting networks such as ESPN, is that, at least among the male sports, open homosexuality is absolutely forbidden. Are we to believe that out of all the players on all the NFL and college rosters, there is not a single gay man? If so, the NFL is living in a world which is as delusional as Iran (where the government has publicly stated that there are no homosexuals in Iran). Of course there are homosexual players in the NFL, as in all sports. It is just that they are completely forbidden from ever expressing that openly, at least while they are playing. It is one of last taboos of the professional sports entertainment world, and one I do not see changing anytime soon.
I find amusing how the major sports networks present themselves as the great moral arbiters of racial and social matters, especially when it comes to phenomena of the “black quarterback” or “domestic violence”. Win or lose, I could care less about Cam Newton’s role as a force of racial “progress”. If he wins he will be beloved, if he loses he will not. It is that simple. And why is anyone surprised when players in a sport that is based on extreme violence end up beating their girlfriends or, like O.J., even killing their ex wives.
Oh, and it turns out poor Cam lost the game. I guess he won’t be engaging in his revolutionary dance in the end zone anytime soon. Thank god.
I personally despise the worship of professional sports in our society. Football and basketball are the most egregious, but others not far behind. I think baseball is perhaps the most elegant and graceful and difficult of all the major sports, but the outrageous salaries of the players means that I will never attend a game. There is no way in the world that I am going to pay to watch players who make more money during one game than I do in an entire year.
I have found over the years that it is the amateur sports, the ones where the athletes are unknown, and barely compensated, that tend to be the most enjoyable to watch. It is just sport for sport, without all the ridiculous entertainment that the big power sports of the NFL and the NBA now push on their followers.
The amount of money that the owners of the NFL teams make on this sport is astronomic. They consistently pressure cities to fund their lavish and outlandish stadiums. What a deal! A wealthy multi-billionaire owner gets a city to pay for his team’s stadium, they play there for a couple of decades, then, when the money starts to dry up, they move on to another city that will do the same thing. The saga of the LA Rams-St. Louis Rams, and now again LA Rams is a good example of this.
Then, when the television adds are considered, the Superbowl is a feast of Neronian dimensions. “Circenses et panem”, “Circuses and bread”, was the phrase used by the Roman satiric poet Juvenile to describe the opiates that helped keep the masses of citizens in Rome content in the first century AD. Through mass entertainment and government welfare, the Roman citizens were content with their lot, the elites in power kept things quiet and enriched themselves; but the internal and external pressures that were to eventually unravel Roman society in the centuries to come, and turn the great arenas such as the Colosseum into nothing more than shells of their former selves, where already brewing beyond the borders of the Roman empire. So we too engage in this annual orgy of sheer stupidity, while national debt increases, foreign powers grow stronger, and the mass migration of people fundamentally hostile to Western civilization continues into our societies unabated.
The NFL, a private corporation, has cleverly raised the Superbowl to a national holiday, and during the game, while people are stuffing their face with chips and wings and beer, every major corporation inundates them with messages of what to buy. I cannot think of a greater marketing coup.
Yes, so many billionaire CEO’s pockets are lined by this event that Bernie Sanders should really be outside the stadium during the game protesting.
Of course this is not mention the long term damage this sport does to the players.There is more than enough evidence to show that brain damage is a quite common result of a sport where violent blows to the head are simply part of the game. The most recent case is that of the former quarterback for the Oakland Raiders, Ken Stabler, who died this year from colon cancer, but whose brain was offered to science. The examination clearly showed he suffered from what is now known as CTE, or chronic traumatic encephalopathy, a degenerative brain disease caused by constant blows to the head.
We have thick skulls for a reason: to keep the brain safe.
Not that I have any sympathy for football players, I don’t. They are adults and they know what they are getting into, and most would say that they would do it all again even if they suffer from personal injuries for the rest of their lives after they retire. What I find most amusing is the entertainment that others derive from watching grown men pound each other into a state that will eventually destroy the lives of some, if not many of the participants.
But who cares? The corporations make a ton of money, the fans get their annual opiate of sport, and the players get fat paychecks, until at least they are so incapacitated by their old injuries that they can no longer function as normal human beings.
Now, back to curling, which just happened to be broadcast at the same time as Superbowl 50. So, tell me which one is more pleasing to the eye: gigantic men putting their faces in each other’s sweaty asses at the bottom of a pile, or sweet looking babes in black tights gently guiding a hard object down a sheet of ice and screaming, “Hard, hard, hard….yes”, as they do so.
Now, I do not want to denigrate the actual sport of football too much; as an athletic contest, it certainly can be compelling; as far as the players, I do respect their athletic ability. There are many good, fine and disciplined athletes who play this sport. Football is tough and difficult. Even I enjoy watching it on occasion. All sports, including football, often contain great drama and intrigues. They have their rightful place in any healthy society.
What I find amusing is this complete obsession with the Superbowl as the greatest sporting event of the year, when there are so many other sporting events practiced by many athletes that never see the light of day beyond their small band of followers.
But If you don’t at least want to switch the channel for a few seconds during the Superbowl to see such loveliness as the babes of Curling , even if just for a moment, and your eyes are continually riveted on the tight asses and big penile bulges of all those manly football men, you really have to question whether or not you are part of the secret, underground and forbidden world of NFL homosexuality.
26 Saturday Sep 2015
As the hoards of young Muslim males invade Europe, and Germany in particular, these are some of the sights that will make them fume with righteous rage over the blasphemies of the infidels: naked white women. It is what they want the most, because their basket case, shithole societies do not have them.
Yes, behold, this is the pinnacle of all feminine human beauty! It is the rarest form of female beauty, the most cherished and envied; the most wanted and despised. Few people in the world have blonde hair and blue eyes, and, as the white race continues it’s suicidal slide into racial oblivion, the future will hold fewer still. The mass invasion of swarthy, violent Muslim males into Europe will undoubtedly lead to the further decay of this type of beauty, as the completely liberal indoctrinated females of Europe will feel those first gina tingles for those dark skinnned bad boys, and will mate with them, leaving their sitting-down-while-pissing-leftoid-male pussy compatriots to do little else but go all Caitlyn Jenner to fulfill their inevitable fate as being the first world bitches to their third world invaders. The raw audacity and violence of the Muslim invaders will seduce these women to producing little brown skinned, brown hair and brown eyed warriors for Allah, and when that happens, Europe will be finished, and the Pope’s head will sit atop a stake in front of what was once St. Peters and what will eventually be the grande mosque of Rome.
So, let us enjoy these specimens of beauty while they last. The blonde hair, blue eyed, fair skinned beauty is at the top. She is the rarest, and all things rare in this world are the most valued, except by the pansy males of the dying Western world.
The rest of the white race and the Western, European world may despise itself, and want to die, but Racer X will keep the torch alive of such beauty as the darkness of third world invasion slowly destroys the three thousand year history of what was once a great civilization. The rest may not care, but I do, and and I will not go down without a fight of some sort, even if it is just a silly little blog such as this. After all, I am only one person with few around me who give a shit about anything except how pc they can be.
Few will admit that blonde hair, blue eyed white women are the most desired in the world; to do so would be considered “racist”. If Racer X celebrates such beauty here then call him a “racist” and fuck off.
PS: And if anyone doubt the truth that blonde hair, blue eyed white women are the most beautiful and the most desired in the world, the truth can be ascertained quite simply by this method: just ask any prostitution agency anywhere in the world what girls in their business command top dollar for their services, and they will all tell you, without exception, the blond hair, blue eyed girl. Money and markets don’t lie.
Now that is what I call some exceptional white privilege.