From the Shelf: Reconstructed but Unregenerate

I recently obtained a used copy of I’ll Take My Stand, a “manifesto” of Southern Agrarianism written and published back in 1930 by Harper Press.  It’s a collection of essays by the Twelve Southerners, a collection of men who represented a minor, but important aspect of American Conservatism prior to the Buckley-Goldwater movement of the fifties and sixties, which forever altered Conservatism in the United States (some would argue for the worse).

I’ll limit today’s post to just the first essay, written by poet, essayist, and critic John Crowe Ransom, entitled “Reconstructed by Unregenerate.”  It’s really good.

The piece serves as both an overview and a preview of the themes that rest of this manifesto gets into: the impact of industrialism on social cohesion, the decline of man’s dignity as a worker and his reduction to a unit of labor, industrialism’s direct attack upon the environment and countryside, and the generally unlivable conditions afforded by large-scale industrialization in comparison to widespread populously-dispersed agrarianism.  This comes with a direct attack on the modern notion of progress, a vaguery which “never defines its ultimate objective, but thrusts its victims at once into an infinite series” (8).  Specifically, Ransom places progress within the context of Man’s willingness and intent to abolish the environment, which extrapolated a little further, comes to reflect Man’s incessant desire to control all things.  Nature, being innately uncontrollable, remains forever unyielding to the advances of Man’s interests in absolute control; industrialization’s answer to this is to simply try to destroy what cannot be controlled.

Naturally, Ransom characterizes this as something intrinsic to the North/South divide, even in 1930.  The war, obviously, had ended more than two generations before; some veterans still lived to tell the tales but, by and large, the memory of the antebellum South was not a living one.  It remained alive as a cultural artifact, but not as a tangible myth to be recounted by old-timers on back porches.

This makes his dichotomy both a bit easier to digest and harder to pin down.  The North/South divide, for the purposes of Ransom’s point, is an industrial/agrarian divide.  It’s a divide not altogether uninformed by the passage of history, but it should be remembered still that most if not all of the Founding Fathers believed fundamentally in the agrarian life of the United States—Jefferson being the most famous proponent.  Even Tocqueville, during his travels around America a full century before this piece was written, recognized the decentralized, small-community method in which the American experience unfolded.  The North, back then, showed signs of industrial equipment, but it maintained the fundamental cohesiveness of classical communities.

What’s fascinating about his essay here isn’t really its cultural divide that recognizes industrialism as a fundamentally Northern infringement upon Southern identity; it’s bigger and deeper than that.  As he alludes to at the end with his brief critique of the Democratic party’s embrace of progress—the party that was once a conservative bastion of Southern Agrarianism a mere quarter-century before—industrialism and it’s attack on what is fundamentally human remains one of the key problems that has yet to get a coherent and convincing answer even today.


The Code of St. Benedict Should Be Used For Every Code of Conduct

Earlier today, it broke that SQLite was probably pressured—presumably by SJWs—into drawing up a code of conduct for its platform.  This follows the trend in SJW convergence across the tech platforms, the most recent relevant occurrence being Linux’s top dog getting taken out after years of resistance.  Apparently, though, it’s been up for a while.

D. Richard Hipp, SQLite’s creator, explained that the code of conduct had been up for more than half a year, but for some reason it’s only getting attention now. Maybe it only just now get out that he used St. Benedict’s Rule, which established and governed the monastic life of the Latin Church for the last millennium and a half. See for yourself.  Good for him!

But let’s go back to that Register article.  Interspersed with the obviously leftwing slant that favors a secular default culture are a couple of comments from SQLite users, including this one:

“”Well, it looks like it may be time to stop using SQLite as it’s readily apparent that my kind is not welcome there,”

If “your kind” includes, as a staple of your identity, an absolutely staunch unwillingness to submit to Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, then golly gee willikers, James, I think ironically quitting SQLite is the least of your worries.

I think the world could use a bit more radical Catholicism in everyday life.  I mean this sincerely.  If the opposition is going to frame a theology built upon charity, hope, and love as being hateful and exclusive, it’s probably because that theology has built the worldview built upon hating sin and excluding the incomprehensible madness entailed by evil.  But when confronted with logos, the unrepentant sinner can only ever choose to reject logos.  Repentance is simply too difficult.  So sits the state of the opposition.

Who is actually mad about the embrace of the Rule of St. Benedict for an open source code of conduct?  Who would actually find themselves excluded from software, or consider the Benedictine Rule hateful?  Well, you already know the answer to those questions.  It’s the ones who already carry guilt with them everywhere that they go.

It’s late, but here’s the next podcast, for those of you whose lives are too jam-packed with excitement to be able to read:

It’ll be on YouTube in a day or so.

Assassin’s Creed and the Liberal Narrative

Been playing video games in what little spare time I’ve been able to waste. Prompted me to write this piece for the Friday Longpost. Enjoy.


Now I’m going to talk about a video game.

I just completed a run-through of some the old Assassin’ Creed 2 and AC: Brotherhood games that first came out back in 2009.  It’s hard to believe that was nearly a decade ago, considering how the gameplay itself seems only to have aged a few years.  Granted, I played the remastered collection that was released in 2012, so maybe that has something to do with it.

I’m behind the times.  Sue me.

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Get Rid of Your Television

Netflix, too.  Everything.  Hulu, Amazon, whatever.  Anything that has what’s jokingly referred to as a TV show on its platform: nix it.

Before you accuse me, yes.  You’d be right. I don’t like fun and I don’t want other people to have it.  That’s why I’m here, blogging like a retard, instead of out watching the newest, dumbest attempt at entertainment that can be found on these popular, soul-crushingly empty television outlets.  Am I a snob?  Sure.  But I don’t pretend to have taste.  I just know garbage when I see it.

“Did you watch Game of Thrones?”  No.  “Did you see that new DC show on the networks?”  No.  “Did you get into that newest attempt to cash in on your childhood nostalgia with the current adult-oriented flash animation jokingly referred to as a cartoon?”  God, no.  And especially, especially avoid that horrific child-oriented series that just got its second season on Netflix.  The mere sight of the preview for that series is enough to make any red-blooded seethe with a mixture of rage and disgust.  But maybe that’s the point.  It’s enough to make you wonder at this point, if they’re just mocking you.

Well, it’s safe to say they are.  It’s safe to say they probably always have been.

Shield yourself from this kind of garbage.  Save yourself the trouble and the time.  And the money.  Get faster internet instead of paying for cable packages that just serve to keep no-talent CIA spooks like Anderson Cooper on the air.  Better yet, read more.  Read.  Like I should be doing.

Art? More Like Fart

I’m getting pretty tired of this push to call everything some sort of art form.  You see it the most with people online talking about video games, or at least, that’s where the rhetoric is at its most obnoxious.  Categorize video games in their proper place and preclude any possibility that they could be works of art and suddenly the pretentious YouTube reviewer fan squads start crawling out of the woodwork enraged as if you’ve leveled an insult directly at them.

I’ve been meaning to do a Friday longpost on the topic of art and video games for a while, but other topics have been taking priority.  The details and actual argumentation for what I’m saying will be ironed out in that, if I ever get around to writing it.  Maybe it’ll be this week!

In the meantime, sit back and think about what art is and means and whether leveling the accusation “This thing here is a work of art!” is in any way a compliment.  The term itself has become so degraded over the last century that it’s no surprise that there’s so much confusion surrounding it, but at the same time, given all the awful, ugly, emotionally- and intellectually-stunted pieces of garbage that have been churned out by the contemporary art world over the last couple of generations, it makes one wonder how exactly the word “art” can still be viewed in a favorable light.  I guess that goes to show the resiliency of some words in their ability to retain meaning, since most people hopefully still think of Rembrandt or Michelangelo rather than whatever can be found in the Hirschhorn this weekend.

Either that, or somehow, the contemporary art world still carries a fair bit of prestige despite the obviousness of its nepotistic self-indulgence and its shameless lack of talent.  I find it hard to believe anyone would be that gullible that isn’t already born in that circle, though.


Goodbye, Intellectual Dork Web

Haven’t posted for the last couple days. Sorry about that! Been working on this piece in the mean time. Strap in, because it’s a bit on the longer side.


This piece was prompted by one of this blogger’s favorite whipping posts: Jordan B. Peterson’s credibility and incomprehensibility.  Those of us waiting for the other shoe to drop have been vindicated, at least until the other-other shoe drops and the entire network of these clowns, Peterson included, are revealed to be part of the very machine they were organized to stand in opposition to.  I don’t think that has happened yet, but rest assured, it will soon enough.

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I’m Pretty Sure Jordan Peterson is Tom Hiddleston

You have never seen these two men in the same place at the same time.  By all accounts, their lives and lifestyles are such that they would have no reason to be seen together.  What better way to hide a psyop on the disenfranchised young white men of the West than to use a man who is, by all accounts, a mediocre actor, and contract him into the role of a Canadian father-in-absentia?

Drag up images of these two guys.  It’s right out in the open.  Aging make-up and prosthetics account for the subtle differences in skin tone and face structure.  They’re about the same height.  But the really damning thing?  Peterson’s ad-hoc manner of speaking reveals a general comfort with improvisation—and not simply the improvisation necessary to lecture, but the improvisation necessary to act opposite of people.  What he’s saying might be complete word salad (in fact, most of the time, it’s exactly that), but that’s because, of course, Hiddleston isn’t a psychologist or a philosopher.  He just plays one on stage.

Hiddleston doesn’t need to be well-versed in psychology to fool anyone.  He just needs to have read the quick run-downs of Jung and Nietzsche; anything he improvises that clashes with those can be chocked up to personal license.  And he can have his books ghost-written by the same crew that ghost-writes all of the memoirs of US Presidents and senators.

But you might be saying, “Merri, what the hell?  Wouldn’t it be easier to just find a gullible and guilt-laden professor from some Canadian university to push a globalist agenda while ostensibly attempting to stave off the inevitable radicalization of the youth?”

I guess.

In other news, QNUW’s podcast has its third episode up.  Give it a listen, though if you’ve been following the main blog then you’ve already read it.  I’m not that big into this podcasting gig yet, but I’m learning the ropes and I feel like I’m getting a little better.  This recent ep should be up on youtube by tomorrow night.