Sunday, September 10, 2017

Reich Side Story: Spengler's Share of the Decline

Jenomic material superiority is profound. This is not a game you can win. There is no people here which, upon attaining a certain collective literacy, is not then vulnerable to the masters of materialism; the swampborne children of the perpetual bloodbath, formed from the umbratile collective of scavenging ooze before which all must in time perish. The spawn of Africa, and the Pan-Siberian invaders, locked in their perpetual stone age, bereft of wheels and miserably illiterate, were by their very protean natures safe from the consequences of growing old, and provided no fertile ground for merchants who had only pillaged words and earthly stones to trade for labor. We, though, have paved the path, carrying out our role as others have done for us.

From the beginning of the process, Terrans capable of wordplay have been similarly vulnerable to it. Not only through mainstays of the age, like Jesus, but real prophets, like Oswald Spengler. Men, from those as venerable as Oliver, to as damaged and futile as Pleasureman, have fallen victim to Spengler's chicanery, teaching us of the power of duplicity; of our desire, in a dying world, to see the enemy of our enemy as a friend, for lack of any other allies. As an indeterminist determinist anti-racist white supremacist feminist pickup artist, Spengler ultimately serves one consistent agenda. He has, though, made many comments about them city folk which make him seem, like all succeeding counterarguments--including, again, Jesus--a scion of the anti-modernist. Both the Rand to the Marx and the Marx to the Rand, Spengler uses the normal merchant's linguistic tricks, as well as name-dropping and myth-citing, to appear (correctly) learned, which are taken by the Nu Euro to be reliable indicia of some level of trustworthiness. Ironically, then, we see Spengler strongly influencing twentieth-century national socialisms, twenty-first-century anti-globalisms, and sundry other movements which he was quite against.

It is pedantic of necessity to identify but a few of the ways that Spengler's work is harmful to the poor fools who would now make him their champion, for, like Nicholas Nassim Talmud, he has attained the affection of many needy, broken-souled, poorly-read Nu Euros, who are, as ever, impressed by choice terms of foreign languages, or choice heroes of foreign myths, artfully compared to their own understandings by someone who seems so cosmopolitan. Spengler's work is a stroke of evil genius because of its lasting ability to, like the Bible, pacify both "sides" of the illusory, yet very real, dichotomy which it helps create by assuming its existence.

It is the normative mockery of the pedant--the detail-oriented entity, who might otherwise sniff out and identify preliminary infiltration, regardless of her personal opinion, merits, or demerits--which keeps work like Spengler's viable after so many years. Modernity teaches us that imprecision and sloth are merits, leaving us unequipped to parse our revered founders. In large part, the lessons of arithmetic and handwriting, contra calculating machines, were about the means more than the ends, teaching process rather than result. Many of the details behind our inability to think ourselves out of current boxes are vindicating the un-hip, misunderstood holdouts of the process methodologies, whereby arithmetic is understood in a deeper way via abacus than on paper. Indeed, much of our enthusiasm for proving that we do actually understand science by over-funding non-science can be traced to our inability to maintain manifested abstractions while simultaneously calculating novel others.

It is appropriate for some to ride a contraption beyond these lower boundaries, and Jenomic mockery of old methods being unsatisfactorily applied to new technologies is often apt. Yet without having first learned to master the surmounting of lower skills--and for many Nu Euros, even after such a level of modest mastery is attained--forgetfulness of the process whereby the calculator becomes a genuine good is rampant, ergo we witness systemic failures of the highest order. Ergo the utility of pedant-mockery, now long accepted as healthy. It is no surprise that Oswald Spengler is viewed as the hero of his vivisected patients.

Like Nu Euro liberals visiting Disneyland in willful ignorance and defiance of its founding philosophy, Nu Euro conservatives (either pseudo-political designation merits air quotes for its fraudulent and confused nature) see the parts of Spengler, and those like him, that they want to see. Let us begin horrifying Nu Euro rightists with the history behind their Spenglers, Talmuds, and other imaginary fiscal allies against the treacherous globalists. In the most simple, most embarrassing way possible, all quotes of Spengler's will be from a single one of his works, Decline of the West, a highly influential piece of propaganda (targeted at more literate Nu Euros, like many early-twentieth-century incursions) designed to better effect the ongoing destruction of Europe and its replacement with a more pliant, less technologically threatening caliphate. For our purposes here, this choice is so apt because it is the most celebrated large work of the anti-urban Nu Euros who seek the wise Spengler's counsel against, say, Hillary. We're noting, here, not only how little they actually read or understood of Spengler's work, nor alone how they skipped pages in order to claim cognizance of a quite liberal treatise, but of how Spengler, like so many of the Jenomics, brags about and foreshadows the results of his work without any fear that anyone will understand.

All blockquotes herein are Spengler's.
Considered in itself, the Roman world dominion was a negative phenomenon, being the result not of a surplus of energy on the one side...but of a deficiency of resistance on the other.
We see here a Jared-Diamond-esque, anti-objective, anti-science perspective on Rome, wherein Rome was created not by Nu Euros who were not currently being attacked by as many Mongols or Negros as normal, but where its achievements--whether literary, architectural, administrative, et cetera--were not the result of who the Romans were, but of the random chance of their surroundings. Spengler here makes the point that is supposed to be anathema to "HBD" and "White" people, namely, that civilizations are produced as a result of outside factors--here, the "deficiency of resistance" to people placed under Roman rule, rather than demographics producing destiny. Romans did not design and build aqueducts because they were one of the few people who had the ability to do so, but because no one fought them hard enough to stop them.

And yet, the great sinner is himself lionized as one of the first who understood the truth. The liberals are, being slightly more pedantic within acceptable boundaries, able to know enough to reject him, but the conservatives don't even see deeply enough to know that, by their own standards, they are positively quoting the enemy.

(The Oswald embarrassment is comparable to getting a bunch of animal-rights-activists to praise the first-ever government to pass laws against the experimental dissection of live animals, or a bunch of public health advocates to accidentally praise the first government anti-smoking campaigns. If you don't know, guess who was behind the sexually exciting ritual torture of live animals and the sale of chem-dipped factory cigarettes, and it'll give you a good chance to speculate about what had to happen to the place that tried to interfere with said erotic torture and deadly business.)
Imperialism is Civilization unadulterated. In this phenomenal form the destiny of the West is now irrevocably set. The energy of culture man is directed inwards, that of civilization man outwards.
Spengler here gives away the long game of the European Wars, namely by associating (in the same set of years that produced the work Imperialism, the highest stage of Capitalism, which, like Spengler's works, was also written by a Jewish prophet of European death) Bank-fostered European emigration with Europe's intrinsic character. Like an Ashkenazi commentator leading the group apology for white privilege, Spengler pretends that European colonialism was planned by, and beneficial to, Europeans, caused by some innate desire of the Nu Euro to uplift and interbreed with pygmies, rather than by encouraged greed tempered with instilled Rabbi-worship. One of the "World War" era of Eurocidal works, Spengler's Decline of the West encourages interwar-period European peoples to be proud of "their" colonialism, yet to accept it as the death knell of their civilization. Like many a Jewish prophet foretelling the death of the people among whom he dwells, Spengler was correct in his predictions, if not honest in his rationalizations for those happenings.
It is the deepest and most characteristic tendency both of Darwinism - the megalopolitan intellectual product of the most abstract of all Civilization is - and of the materialist conception of history which springs from the same root as Darwinism and, like it, kills all that is organic and fateful.
Another interesting juxtaposition of Spengler's that reveals the flux of his assigned time period. This argument seems to critique Darwinism, yet Spengler's work is itself a variation of Darwinism, in the sense that he argues that the West has declined (and will continue to do so) because of irresistible forces of nature common to all civilizations, as though Europe prior to the advent of the desert god would have, on the same or a similar scale, adopted slave-trading, land concessions, state torture, missionary economies, and speculative class warfare. While most television-addled Nu Euros today can be excused their inability to conceive of the spate of assassinations and revolutions, the financiers, and the seemingly inexplicable alliances preceding the "World War," Spengler during the time of his writing was quite aware of the ethnic cui bono behind the initial and ongoing conflicts, and the nature of the Weimar Republic, and yet his work was designed expressly to calm the Nu Euro. "Your decline is part of the Faustian soul," he says. "It is nobody's fault but your own. Lie still; do not try to figure it out."
[T]he "exact" historian enunciated the proposition that in the history picture we had before us a sequence of "states" of mechanical type which were amenable to rational analysis...and that therefore causes, means, methods and objects were capable of being grouped together as a comprehensible system...
Again we see Spengler making his point that history is an inexplicable series of unrelated events, behind which no genetic factors can have recognizable or predictive influence. Like N.N. Talmud's Black Swan, Spengler is keenly interested in reassuring the men of the west that there is nothing they could have done to void this historical cycle.

Spengler's argument is "nurture, not nature." Throughout his work, he appears to be almost racially minded, but only compared to times when race is more taboo. A 2017 conservative who believes Oswald Spengler a supporter of racial or genetic performance is making an error similar to a 2017 liberal who believes Abraham Lincoln a supporter of affirmatively furthering fair housing.

First published in 1922, Decline of the West represents a moderating influence on biological science, prior to the time that the Boasian strain had been fully developed. For all the specific SWPL-ish critiques Oswald makes of "city folk" (the neo-urbanites he critiques as being independently responsible for Europe's fall, as opposed to the low-tech rural populations he flatters, thereby making him seem appealing to Nu Euros who realize something is wrong with their societies), he is, like other Jenomic critics, equally willing to levy those same critiques at other cultures, and to suggest that the process is shared by all peoples, irrespective of history and genetics. He sees the rise and fall of the proto-technology-building societies of "the West" (the last bastion then remaining to Nu Euros after their nearly complete extermination and subsidiary Mongol/Negro takeovers elsewhere in the globe) as part of an inevitable historical process whereby civilizations rise and fall with no decisive outside influence of any kind (notice the similarity between Spengler's perspective on fading Europe, and his modern equivalents' perspectives on false-flags). Decline of the West is, for those who actually read and process the whole thing, a pseudo-apologetic ("I'm so sorry you hit yourself like that!") prophecy of how Europe would be led to believe that it destroyed itself.

(This one criticizes Nu Euros, and they deserve it; they are immensely stupid and sincrafted, particularly now, and particularly in comparison to what was lost. It should be noted, though, that some strains still persist of those who were killed or tortured en masse to produce the desired behavior, rather than those who accepted it independently, fawningly, or through a more fundamental stupidity. It did take centuries of terror to accomplish the production of the Nu Euro, and those alive today may still bear some of the better legacy: those who may proudly trumpet when forced, but who still privately doubt, the enduring justice of this place as-perceived.)

Raised on Goethe, Oswald says--and what a nasty delight he takes in despoiling the thought of Faust and Gretchen, and in identifying with Mephistopheles, that hideous perverter!--Nu Euros could not help but establish radical feminism, repressing states and localities, and dramatically changing central laws, all on their own, and without any outside influence whatsoever, so as to cause their societies to fall. This is the express opposite of today's Nu Euro "nationalist" argument; and yet, Spengler is cited, and very nearly revered, by a people not intelligent enough to understand what they're buying.

(Ashkenazi in crypsis have obvious reasons for promoting their kinsman Spengler, but their dull-witted fans, and particularly those who claim to understand the actual question involved, should know better.)

Charles Martel, and the other pre-Carolingian and Carolingian tools, is perhaps a good comparison of how, if Nu Euros survive in some form, their descendants will think of Donald Trump: the falsity of a great leader of the people, defender from outsiders and preserver of realms, his insidious and indirect slaughter of more-independent strains treated as a pragmatic necessity.
The Minoan art of Crete is pure craft art, a northern outlier of Egyptian post-Hyksos taste...
What a delightful poison to slip in so innocuously! Decades after influential scholars of a certain ethnicity had banded together to propound the notion that Egyptian civilization--and, more importantly, the architectural and literary veneer which lent it prominence--had been created by Hamitic and Semitic peoples, Spengler slips in his telegenetic understanding that it was actually the "Hyksos" (Jenomic invaders; "migrating Semites" or "enslaved Semites," in local parlance) peoples who had destroyed Egypt, and who had turned its remains into plagiarized stone and myths. (See The Jenomic Process on Terra.) This is of significance separate from our current focus, where we see that it has been the perennial understanding of Jenomics: they know, in their mass consciousness, who truly built Egypt, who should be thought to have built Egypt, how Egypt "fell," and accordingly, how other lands would fall and what they would look like afterward.
In the world of this comes to pass that seeing, human herds wander upon the face of this little earth star, and that circumstances of light - the full southern flood over Egypt and Mexico, the greyness of the north---contribute to the determination of their entire life.
Spengler probably did not mean to wax so extraterrestrial here, but merely to offer perspective. Even so, he has revealed the "elder" (gray coloration) imagery he associates with the thinking bastion of life ready to be harvested, and the inevitability of the process. Here he is not at all inaccurate, but for today's purported White Nationalists, his prediction of the death of the global north should prove a difficult pill for them to swallow. Not so, for they mostly read him in blurred summaries, exploiting his shared quotations in critique of urbane androgyny and brahmin separation from the means of production (Spengler was a false critic of Marx, much as today's American critics of Trump obfuscate to powerlessness the question of 1965; interested Marxists will note how Spengler's lengthy critiques often terminate in validation of the so-called Marxist principles that would be, after his work, so successfully employed). At that time, those quotes seem to validate them, for they are indirectly criticizing Nu Euro liberals who dwell in bigger settlements than they do, and Spengler seems a pragmatic friend.

In mind of the effective distraction of "urban goy versus rural goy," take particular note of this of Spengler's more worthwhile passages, which draws less upon name-dropping, and more upon his telegenetic experience:
In the earliest time the landscape figure alone dominates man's eyes. It gives form to his soul and vibrates in tune therewith. Feelings and woodland rustlings beat together; the meadows and the copses adapt themselves to its shape, to its course, even to its dress. The village, with its quiet hillocky roofs, its evening smoke, its wells, its hedges, and its beasts, lies completely fused and embedded in the landscape. The country town confirms the country, is an intensification of the picture of the country. It is the Late city that first defies the land, contradicts Nature in the lines of its silhouette, denies all Nature. It wants to be something different from and higher than Nature. These high-pitched gables, these Baroque cupolas, spires, and pinnacles, neither are, nor desire to be, related with anything in Nature. And then begins the gigantic megalopolis, the city as world, which suffers nothing beside itself and sets about annihilating the country the picture is of deep, long gorges between high, stony houses filled with colored dust and strange uproar, and men dwell in these houses, the like of which no nature being has ever conceived. Costumes, even faces, are adjusted to a background of stone.
The passage is inapt in reference to sub-Saharan Africans, who, despite Spengler's occasional allusions to the commonality of universal mankind, are not his actual target. Semites themselves never developed the harmonic village, and though some Hamites may have, their achievements in that regard were little loftier than those of the sub-Saharan African. Yet it is the Nu Euro who nears death in his ossified, hospital-esque cities, the art and architecture of which Spengler recognizes as we may recognize a human body's aging process. Spengler's work here is not a critique so much as a diagnosis; but it is, again, one which the modern race-realist would not support, if he understood it, for it implies that all humans will reach this age, and be ready for death at the hands of the younger races, just as Terra and Sol will ultimately go quiet in favor of other, younger systems. It is quite an opportunity to see Spengler, an almost-mischling, writing of Terra's future during such a pivotal time as the Great War, and comforting us with the promise that others have gone through what we are facing, and that others still will follow the same path once we are gone.

We observe again the "racial denialism" inherent in his work, which should make him repugnant to Nu Euro race realists who are excited to have been given access to test scores. The portrayal of the very finest African mud-hut juxtaposed alongside the Burgos Catedral is a pointed and amusing one, as is the juxtaposition of income- and zip-code-based SAT scores by race. Yet it is a similar comparison, on a necessarily more demanding scale, to read posts where an aging nationalist and respected commentator cites Spengler as his ally. Spengler is indeed an ally, but not in the sense in which they would prefer--rather, like the executioner is an ally to the suffering prisoner to whom he comes to attend professionally--but his work is protracted, and its misunderstanding has gone on long enough that the body begins to reek with new levels of intensity. In the youngest and the oldest Nu Euro traditionalist, we see the inability to process what is coming, just as we see his material inferiority to his deathspeaker.

After a minimum of twenty-four centuries of warning, there are fewer thrashes of the limbs, and those that do come are not as strong or as directed as before. No one will remember to close the door, even when all the flowers have been knocked over and the cash has gone missing from your wallet. The lights grow dim, and downstairs, they have already eaten half the cake, forgotten why it was there, and are ordering new mansions with their inheritance as security. Although no one's bank account has yet gone up, the carry-phones are fresh and clean, the food is tasty, and a wonderful new god waits to usher in a brighter future.


  1. 1)
    And yet, the great sinner is himself lionized as one of the first who understood the truth. The liberals are, being slightly more pedantic within acceptable boundaries, able to know enough to reject him, but the conservatives don't even see deeply enough to know that, by their own standards, they are positively quoting the enemy.

    The "conservatives" there are the NuEuro ones who endorse/align with Spengler, you mean, right? Or is Spengler a speck of Original Sin inherent in Conservatism?

    2) Like an Ashkenazi commentator leading the group apology for white privilege, Spengler pretends....

    1. Quite so, but this one can't actually type as many air quotes as would be appropriate, or the essays would be even less legible.

      Of course, conservatism as a political movement in any form implies a reaction to anti-conservatism, e.g., a society large and sick enough to justify its own dissembling process. Depending on how one defines the modern term, it may be likened to an Only/Original Sin. (This one recalls some discussion these past couple of years of Franco being one of the more recent to grapple with that question. Talk about being on the wrong side of history.)

  2. Decline of the West is, for those who actually read and process the whole thing, a pseudo-apologetic....

    Well, "actually read AND process" may be asking more than most can achieve, Ivy summa cum laude notwithstanding.

    1. This one remembers the fantasy of the idea of the place not being all bad yet because degrees could be achieved with justice and difficulty, and thereupon confer respectability.

    2. Learning the fantasy status undermines the entire gambit.

      Certainly when I was 14 or 15, I repeated the same myths I heard from fellow teenagers, regarding alleged superiority of education and the refinement of the products resulting from the Edu-Farms.

      10 years later, working alongside with and also adversarially against these Edu-Farm Superior Products, I learned the myth was empty, like a vacuum.

      But it's repeated so often that it has incredible longevity!