In life, we see all types of men: young men of ability, middle-aged men with families, older men in contemplation. They all seem relatively equal. What is to distinguish one from the other? How do we know which one is superior?
I say that you preference men with a vital force. A man whose blood is still coursing through his veins. A man that exudes passion and has expelled the parasitic forces of complacency. In short, a GREAT MAN with an active spirit.
It’s too easy to reflect back…to ponder the deeds of our youth. “Remember when I was a somebody!” mutters the nobody. This type of nostalgia is to be frowned upon. The urgency of now is real, and only the brave will rise to meet the challenges of humanity.
Your inner circle should be filled with GREAT MEN. And more specifically, men with an active vital force. Ones that have an appreciation for natural beauty and artistic merit. Ones that respect the divine force of empiricism. Ones that believe the becoming man is worth more than a jealous pettifogger.
You should preference the man that retains a vital force.
When you have nothing beautiful left to give, your life is over.
GREAT MEN throughout history have known this. And this is why they’ve cast aside a life of sterile comfort, willing to die on the battlefield of truth. In the face of despair, they hoisted a noble sonata. In a world of duplicity, they confirmed a universal life essence.
The Satanic forces are watching. They’re ready to obliterate the first sign of natural beauty. They’re ready to lash out at a noble man, using calumny to denigrate his name. They’re ready to paint a mustache on the Mona Lisa.
And yet…we fight. We continue to evoke the highest order of the human spirit. We continue to channel the GREAT MEN of yesterday, waving our paint brushes of passion. And we continue to scale a Mount Everest within.
We don’t do it for commerce or public acclaim. And we don’t do it to feel loved. We do it because when you have nothing beautiful left to give, your life is over…
Can you still capture the heroic glory of life of life? For one moment, can you sing the song of ascension? Can you still be a lofty soul, playing a guitar solo on the mountain peaks of victory? Can you carry another on the waves of an exquisite passion?
I affirm as much for myself. I stand on the coastline of despair, still willing to fight. I raise my voice on the battlefield of defeat, still affirming the universal life essence. I challenge the force of spiritless materialism, of human cruelty, and of dark and hopeless corners.
For what is a man if he cannot dream? What is a man is he cannot still fight?
The GREAT MAN can never give up. He refuses to drown in the sea a despair…he battles to protect a noble tome.
Illuminati, Reptilian shape shifters, Russian collusion. All of these ideas are mysterious, shrouded in uncertainty. And therefore, you run into the hedge maze of confusion. You search here and there to no avail. And yet you continue…all because a charlatan sold you an abstract idea.
In academia, we have the mental masturbation of a Noam Chomsky or a David Foster Wallace. Men who are applauded for their ability to confuse. The more they confound, the more praise they receive. What degeneracy! They lead us into a nowhere place, filling our soul with air.
Focusing your attention of what is mysterious makes you ignore what is obvious.
So what is obvious then? The beauty of nature….the waves crashing on a distant shore. The wind as it whistles on a fern-rich forest. The river stream as it runs from a peak into a lush valley floor. The fawn as it suckles on her mother’s teet.
In music, we have Mozart. In poetry, we have Neruda. In architecture, we have the castles that line the European countryside. They’re real and tangible. Accessible to the common man by virtue of a universal life essence. They elevate the human soul.
The GREAT MAN speaks directly to the heart of his audience. He elevates the spirit world of his fellow man…and he shuns mysterious abstraction!
Pliny the Younger was a GREAT MAN of ancient Rome. And like all great men, he had a prolific role model that was inhabiting his spirit world: his uncle.
Pliny’s uncle was a busy statesman; yet in his spare time, the uncle manged to write the following works:
A treatise in one volume, “On the Use of the Dart by Cavalry”
Two volumes entitles “The Life of Pomponius Secundus”
Thirty-seven books on Natural History
Thirty books on the history of Aufidius Bassus
Twenty books on “The History of the Wars in Germany”
Eight Books entitled “Questions of Grammar and Style”
Six volumes of a work entitled “The Student,” on the attributes of successful oration
Pliny was in awe. He reflected on his uncle by stating the following:
It amuses me then when I hear myself called a studious man, who in comparison with him am the merest idler.
Summary: The role model is a man of high achievement. We stand in the shadow of his lofty ascension. He hovers atop a mountain, looking down on the mediocre masses. To stand beside him, we too must ascend! We must burn away the degenerate part of our self…the conscience of a humiliated half-man.
To be a GREAT MAN is painful; for it means that we must kill the drug dealer that hides in our soul: we must destroy the charlatan within.
Pliny had a GREAT MAN beside him: his uncle. But not everyone is so fortunate. The rest need to look for these men, wherever they may be…
There was a recent debate on the Joe Rogan show. The topic of male circumcision came up and Milo Yiannopolous was critical of the foreskin. The reason? He prefers to fellate a circumcised penis.
I’m in favor of it purely on aesthetic grounds. I have to have these things in my mouth, Ok?
Good to know, Milo. I’ll make sure to cut my genitals with a knife in order to accommodate your fellatio preferences. You sick fuck.
Milo is a gay conservative Jew (yes, it’s true). And like many “modern” Jews, he refuses to eschew the practice of dick pruning. It’s like a monkey, clinging tightly to one’s back. Now it’s clear why Milo could never carry the torch of American conservatism in the post-Trump era (despite all of the attempts of Breitbart to hoist him into that position). His lifestyle is in direct opposition to that of traditional America.
So much has been said (and not said) on the topic of circumcision. The Major will defer to the opinion of Italian sociologist Paolo Mantegazzna. His direct statement in The Sexual Relations of Mankind (1935) summarizes my feelings to a tee:
I shout and shall continue to shout at the Hebrews, until my last breath: Cease mutilating yourself; cease imprinting upon your flesh an odious brand to distinguish yourself from other men (p. 99).
Here’s a bit of science for the disbelievers: The foreskin is homologous to the clitoral hood. Not analogous (similar to) but homologous (identical in structure). That’s a critical distinction. Therefore, male circumcision is equivalent to FGM in that they both remove the “clit” : a body part whose sole function is to give sexual pleasure. Or, to put it more plainly, circumcision is a procedure that’s designed to humiliate, denigrate and – ultimately – destroy the passion of an individual.
My sonis sleeping sound at the moment. I refused to let some rapist in a white coat have at his genitals with a knife. Sorry, Milo…go look for a blowjob elsewhere!
I’m reading My Life and Work by Henry Ford. It’s important to read the autobiographies of GREAT MEN: primary sources being superior to secondary ones, generally speaking.
In a revealing part of the story, he discusses the first time he ever witnessed a machine other than a horse-drawn carriage. He was sitting on a wagon with his father when he saw a primitive road engine passing by. Ford—only 12 at the time—was mesmorized. Without any coaxing, he approached the engineer and began asking questions in order to learn more:
The engine had stopped to let us pass with our horses and I was off the wagon and talking to the engineer before my father, who was driving, knew what I was up to.
Nobody pushed him to learn more…he did it himself. No social programs were created to help him “find his passion”: the passion was already inside of him. In short, nature is stronger than nurture. You have a destiny with greatness or you don’t.
Note that many children would be apathetic in the same scenario. They’d be dreaming of a toy, staring at a cloud, or thinking of a fantasy. Others would be interested, but would remain seated. But not Henry Ford. He was pro-active, jumping at the opportunity to challenge his intellect.
The greatness of Henry Ford was written in his DNA.