(((The Daily Poor)))
Discrimination against White people is so important to our elites that they are declaring it is a crucial part of "national security" to be allowed to continue to do it.
This is good. Discrimination ought to be formalized and out in the open.
The philosophy of Nietzsche is, at its core, pure will-to-power without purpose or order: the exact operating principle of a cancer cell.
A cancer cell rejects all limits on its growth. It refuses to accept its proper role within the body's hierarchy. It declares itself sovereign, proliferating without regard for the proper order that sustains life. It celebrates its "freedom" from normal cellular constraints while destroying the very system that enables its existence.
Sound familiar? This is Nietzsche's übermensch in biological form. The cancer cell has truly gone "beyond good and evil." It has rejected all external authority, all proper limits, all established order. It creates its own values — namely endless growth and self-assertion. It represents pure will-to-power divorced from purpose or proper form.
Like Nietzsche's ideal, the cancer cell recognizes no truth beyond its own will, no order beyond its own expansion. It has "liberated" itself from the "slave morality" of normal cellular function. And in doing so, it achieves exactly what Nietzschean philosophy promises: the destruction of both self and host through the rejection of proper order.
This is why Nietzsche's philosophy is inherently destructive — it mistakes the cancer's rebellion for health, the tumor's "freedom" for achievement. True flourishing isn't Nietzschean , but instead comes from each part, each human, fulfilling their proper role within the divine order.
A cancer cell rejects all limits on its growth. It refuses to accept its proper role within the body's hierarchy. It declares itself sovereign, proliferating without regard for the proper order that sustains life. It celebrates its "freedom" from normal cellular constraints while destroying the very system that enables its existence.
Sound familiar? This is Nietzsche's übermensch in biological form. The cancer cell has truly gone "beyond good and evil." It has rejected all external authority, all proper limits, all established order. It creates its own values — namely endless growth and self-assertion. It represents pure will-to-power divorced from purpose or proper form.
Like Nietzsche's ideal, the cancer cell recognizes no truth beyond its own will, no order beyond its own expansion. It has "liberated" itself from the "slave morality" of normal cellular function. And in doing so, it achieves exactly what Nietzschean philosophy promises: the destruction of both self and host through the rejection of proper order.
This is why Nietzsche's philosophy is inherently destructive — it mistakes the cancer's rebellion for health, the tumor's "freedom" for achievement. True flourishing isn't Nietzschean , but instead comes from each part, each human, fulfilling their proper role within the divine order.
You probably ought to read George Fitzhugh.
George Fitzhugh is a double shot of pure espresso mixed with blackstrap molasses and gunpowder green tea, served scalding hot. It's a brutal, antiquated concoction that hits you with an immediate shock of bitter authoritarianism, followed by a thick, syrupy aftertaste of paternalistic social theory that coats your throat with its insistence that freedom is slavery and slavery is freedom. The smoky overtones carry whispers of plantation verandas and classical rhetoric, exploding across the palate with the intensity of a Virginia gentleman's certainty. Through the syrupy darkness winds a viscous trail of inevitability, each drop reinforcing the eternal pattern of natural hierarchy, of master and dependent, each sip reminding you that some are born to rule and others to serve. It's not a drink for those who believe in individual rights or free labor—this is a beverage that literally forces you to submit to its overwhelming intensity, like a master's hand guiding the destiny of lesser men, each sip an argument against the shallow comforts of modern progress, drowning out the empty promises of enlightenment in depths of patriarchal wisdom, demanding the drinker acknowledge their place in the grand hierarchy of creation and submit to absolute authority.
Warning: Side effects include sudden urges to write treatises defending feudalism, ranting to your relatives at Christmas parties against the dangers of free market capitalism, and loudly proclaiming in the middle of the grocery store that democracy was mankind's greatest mistake.
George Fitzhugh is a double shot of pure espresso mixed with blackstrap molasses and gunpowder green tea, served scalding hot. It's a brutal, antiquated concoction that hits you with an immediate shock of bitter authoritarianism, followed by a thick, syrupy aftertaste of paternalistic social theory that coats your throat with its insistence that freedom is slavery and slavery is freedom. The smoky overtones carry whispers of plantation verandas and classical rhetoric, exploding across the palate with the intensity of a Virginia gentleman's certainty. Through the syrupy darkness winds a viscous trail of inevitability, each drop reinforcing the eternal pattern of natural hierarchy, of master and dependent, each sip reminding you that some are born to rule and others to serve. It's not a drink for those who believe in individual rights or free labor—this is a beverage that literally forces you to submit to its overwhelming intensity, like a master's hand guiding the destiny of lesser men, each sip an argument against the shallow comforts of modern progress, drowning out the empty promises of enlightenment in depths of patriarchal wisdom, demanding the drinker acknowledge their place in the grand hierarchy of creation and submit to absolute authority.
Warning: Side effects include sudden urges to write treatises defending feudalism, ranting to your relatives at Christmas parties against the dangers of free market capitalism, and loudly proclaiming in the middle of the grocery store that democracy was mankind's greatest mistake.
(((The Daily Poor)))
You probably ought to read George Fitzhugh. George Fitzhugh is a double shot of pure espresso mixed with blackstrap molasses and gunpowder green tea, served scalding hot. It's a brutal, antiquated concoction that hits you with an immediate shock of bitter…
I'm on my way to the grocery store right now....
Someone please open up a beer review channel called "The Daily Pour."
Forwarded from H F
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Let us shut out the fear of death and meditate upon immortality.
Our obligation is to do God’s will, and not our own. We must remember this if the prayer that our Lord commanded us to say daily is to have any meaning on our lips. How unreasonable it is to pray that God’s will be done, and then not promptly obey it when he calls us from this world! Instead we struggle and resist like self-willed slaves and are brought into the Lord’s presence with sorrow and lamentation, not freely consenting to our departure, but constrained by necessity. And yet we expect to be rewarded with heavenly honours by him to whom we come against our will! Why then do we pray for the kingdom of heaven to come if this earthly bondage pleases us? What is the point of praying so often for its early arrival if we would rather serve the devil here than reign with Christ?
The world hates Christians, so why give your love to it instead of following Christ, who loves you and has redeemed you? John is most urgent in his epistle when he tells us not to love the world by yielding to sensual desires. Never give your love to the world, he warns, or to anything in it. A man cannot love the Father and love the world at the same time. All that the world offers is the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes and earthly ambition. The world and its allurements will pass away, but the man who has done the will of God shall live for ever. Our part, my dear brothers, is to be single-minded, firm in faith, and steadfast in courage, ready for God’s will, whatever it may be. Banish the fear of death and think of the eternal life that follows it. That will show people that we really live our faith.
We ought never to forget, beloved, that we have renounced the world. We are living here now as aliens and only for a time. When the day of our homecoming puts an end to our exile, frees us from the bonds of the world, and restores us to paradise and to a kingdom, we should welcome it. What man, stationed in a foreign land, would not want to return to his own country as soon as possible? Well, we look upon paradise as our country, and a great crowd of our loved ones awaits us there, a countless throng of parents, brothers and children longs for us to join them. Assured though they are of their own salvation, they are still concerned about ours. What joy both for them and for us to see one another and embrace! O the delight of that heavenly kingdom where there is no fear of death! O the supreme and endless bliss of everlasting life!
There, is the glorious band of apostles, there the exultant assembly of prophets, there the innumerable host of martyrs, crowned for their glorious victory in combat and in death. There in triumph are the virgins who subdued their passions by the strength of continence. There the merciful are rewarded, those who fulfilled the demands of justice by providing for the poor. In obedience to the Lord’s command, they turned their earthly patrimony into heavenly treasure.
My dear brothers, let all our longing be to join them as soon as we may. May God see our desire, may Christ see this resolve that springs from faith, for he will give the rewards of his love more abundantly to those who have longed for him more fervently.
+St Cyprian
Our obligation is to do God’s will, and not our own. We must remember this if the prayer that our Lord commanded us to say daily is to have any meaning on our lips. How unreasonable it is to pray that God’s will be done, and then not promptly obey it when he calls us from this world! Instead we struggle and resist like self-willed slaves and are brought into the Lord’s presence with sorrow and lamentation, not freely consenting to our departure, but constrained by necessity. And yet we expect to be rewarded with heavenly honours by him to whom we come against our will! Why then do we pray for the kingdom of heaven to come if this earthly bondage pleases us? What is the point of praying so often for its early arrival if we would rather serve the devil here than reign with Christ?
The world hates Christians, so why give your love to it instead of following Christ, who loves you and has redeemed you? John is most urgent in his epistle when he tells us not to love the world by yielding to sensual desires. Never give your love to the world, he warns, or to anything in it. A man cannot love the Father and love the world at the same time. All that the world offers is the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes and earthly ambition. The world and its allurements will pass away, but the man who has done the will of God shall live for ever. Our part, my dear brothers, is to be single-minded, firm in faith, and steadfast in courage, ready for God’s will, whatever it may be. Banish the fear of death and think of the eternal life that follows it. That will show people that we really live our faith.
We ought never to forget, beloved, that we have renounced the world. We are living here now as aliens and only for a time. When the day of our homecoming puts an end to our exile, frees us from the bonds of the world, and restores us to paradise and to a kingdom, we should welcome it. What man, stationed in a foreign land, would not want to return to his own country as soon as possible? Well, we look upon paradise as our country, and a great crowd of our loved ones awaits us there, a countless throng of parents, brothers and children longs for us to join them. Assured though they are of their own salvation, they are still concerned about ours. What joy both for them and for us to see one another and embrace! O the delight of that heavenly kingdom where there is no fear of death! O the supreme and endless bliss of everlasting life!
There, is the glorious band of apostles, there the exultant assembly of prophets, there the innumerable host of martyrs, crowned for their glorious victory in combat and in death. There in triumph are the virgins who subdued their passions by the strength of continence. There the merciful are rewarded, those who fulfilled the demands of justice by providing for the poor. In obedience to the Lord’s command, they turned their earthly patrimony into heavenly treasure.
My dear brothers, let all our longing be to join them as soon as we may. May God see our desire, may Christ see this resolve that springs from faith, for he will give the rewards of his love more abundantly to those who have longed for him more fervently.
+St Cyprian
They're taking down the only traffic signal in one small upper peninsula town and replacing it with a stop sign. This is good.
A traffic light in a UP town is like putting an HR department in a family business. The stop sign represents proper order through simplicity. It relies on human judgment and community standards rather than mechanical control. When you replace human wisdom with automated systems, you don't just lose efficiency — you erode the very social fabric that makes small communities work.
Notice how the modern mind assumes "more complex" always means "better." And these are the same people that crowd into cities. The same people who are documented as living less happy, less meaningful lives. Mayhap these things are connected.
A traffic light in a UP town is like putting an HR department in a family business. The stop sign represents proper order through simplicity. It relies on human judgment and community standards rather than mechanical control. When you replace human wisdom with automated systems, you don't just lose efficiency — you erode the very social fabric that makes small communities work.
Notice how the modern mind assumes "more complex" always means "better." And these are the same people that crowd into cities. The same people who are documented as living less happy, less meaningful lives. Mayhap these things are connected.