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Painting Vincent van Gogh

Painters

“I can’t change the fact that my paintings don’t sell”.

—Vincent Van Gogh

It is curious that as a very young child, and we are talking about sixty years ago now, thanks to the artistic spirit that my dad instilled in me, I was so passionate about the great painters. But it was not until 1999 that I realised the great similarity between their unfortunate lives and mine.

I have spoken of the tragic life of Nietzsche, who by the end of the 19th century suffered a psychotic breakdown from which he never recovered, dying in the last year of the century. But curiously, it was in those same years, and at the beginning of the 20th century, that the painters I became familiar with as a child also suffered terribly and died.

The classic example is Vincent van Gogh, and I believe that unlike the anti-white poison of today’s films, anyone who believes, like Hitler, that painting plays a vital role should watch the movie Lust for Life (which can be viewed for free here).

Vincent, an exponent of post-impressionism, died in 1890 at the age of thirty-seven. But Seurat, who was always financially dependent on his mother, died even younger: at the age of thirty-one, in 1891. Toulouse-Lautrec, who had been a friend of Van Gogh’s, died a decade later, in 1901, at the age of thirty-six. And Gauguin, Van Gogh’s fateful friend in Arles, died a couple of years later, in 1903. As the father of the solitary Cézanne—a post-impressionist painter like Van Gogh and Gauguin—was a banker, this misunderstood artist was financially secure and managed to reach the age I am now, dying in 1906.

I identify with these artists because I am convinced that innovative artistic expression is an escape valve from personal misfortune. Unlike academic painters, and like El Greco (it took the world three centuries to recognise the genius of this Spaniard!), these painters revealed the world in unexpected ways. And it is tragic that they sought in vain to sell their paintings during their lifetimes, because the canvases only reached fabulous prices after their deaths. For example, all art shops have reproductions of Van Gogh’s Bedroom in Arles, The Yellow Chair or Sunflowers, but the poor Dutch painter only sold a single painting in his lifetime.

That fate doesn’t terrify me so much. What really terrifies me is that what happened to Gauguin will happen to me. After he died at the age of fifty-four on one of the Marquesas Islands, a fisherman who found his works in the artist’s humble hut—threw them all into the sea!

At this point in my life, what matters is that something similar doesn’t happen to my intellectual legacy if I die prematurely or unexpectedly. That is why I have decided to translate my trilogy, and I ask visitors to save the PDFs of the featured post on their hard drives: anthologies by various writers.

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Israel / Palestine

“The Crazed

American Zionists”

The above is not my title, but Judge Napolitano’s (this video was uploaded today). Despite being anti-Nazi, it’s nice that the normies are starting to see not only the JQ but also the JP enablers: American Christians of the evangelical variety.

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Autobiography Mexico City

Decadent

capital residents

One more word about what I wrote the first day of the month.

Returning to the zone of my childhood and early adolescence, when I hadn’t yet been abused by my parents, doesn’t solve my future but makes me think…

First, it irritates me that people don’t write about their existential pains. If they did it would be much easier to save the Aryan man from the ongoing extinction, as I told Dale Jansen yesterday.

Transvaluing our values doesn’t mean accepting the legacy of the Enlightenment and thus being considered apostate. For example, the neo-normie Voltaire wrote in his Philosophical Dictionary that “it is natural that the children honour their parents”, a mandate taken directly from the Judeo-Christian decalogue (visitors who haven’t read the all too important Neo-Christianity PDF should read it now).

As Nietzsche knew, true apostasy lies in the transvaluation of all values. That includes replacing such a Judaeo-Christian command with the “Know thyself!” of Delphi. An insightful Aryan is already able to save his breed from extinction because he has identified the enemy: the Semitic malware with which the Aryan man has been infected for millennia. And when you know yourself the most natural thing is to keep a public blog, or personal diary, about your spiritual odyssey.

So back to autobiography. The zone where I lived happily many decades ago has horribly fallen due to the geometric reproduction of those whom I call Neanderthals. To boot, there are millions more cars in the capital and, worse, they have torn down many cosy houses to build soulless buildings.

A couple of days ago I went to a central intersection of avenues where I sat in a two-chair stall of a shoe boiler (my very dirty shoes had land that dated from my stay in Yautepec). The gentleman who was next to me, talking with the shoe polisher, commented that the palm trees (which I loved), that for decades were on the dividing strip of the avenues of the neighbourhood, were removed because the leftist government cut the budget and the palm trees weren’t irrigated… and died. So there are not only millions of Neanderthals, cars and soulless buildings in the streets of my most beloved memories, but the living beings that I loved died from negligence.

Yesterday I went to visit the friends of the park where I started playing chess fifty years ago. One of those old friends I met yesterday. I learned that another, much younger than us, rents a place in front of the coffee shop where we were that sells… meat! When he left I learned that this young man, who apparently has zero Indian blood (like the other friend), hasn’t procreated after four years of marriage. His wife recently went to Japan to vacation without his husband: something inconceivable for the values of my grandmas.

So I changed the naïve Indian people of Yautepec, where I lived for a few months, for the big city with this type of extremely decadent Westerner (yesterday, by the way, I had a passionate discussion with some of these chess players, including this young man, about these issues)! Even so, I don’t regret having left Yautepec because there it was impossible to go out for my daily walks due to the merciless sun (due to its great height above sea level, the capital is fairly tempered). The same young man who rents a carnivorous shop and allows his wife to travel alone told me the great truth about the neighbourhood where I now return: “the streets are very walkable”.

Why do the editors of the racialist webzines not saturate their articles with autobiographical vignettes such as these? To do so, accompanied by writing books about our most painful memories—that is, to comply with the religion of Delphi—would result in abandoning the monocausal POV of people like Nick Fuentes, who like me also has some Indian blood.

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Kali Yuga

After

July 4th

by Sebastian E. Ronin

Murka is done, it is finished. It is a thermodynamic, spiritual, and cultural wasteland. Except for its obedient pooch, Israel, it does not have a friend in the world. It spirals towards its Puritanical, Evangelical-New Zionist, preordained destiny. It has been hot-wired for ontological decadence since 1776. No amount of too-little-too-late, feel-good leg humping, pretending to be European, can alter this trajectory. Murka has pursued its loud, obnoxious, boisterous, murderous, ugly, and imperialistic exceptionalism without regard for any nation or culture except its own. And now ‘The House on the Hill’ gets to eat the bitter consequences of its chosen Manifest Destiny; it gets to sleep in the poisonous bed that it has made.

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Empty of spirit and culture, undergone a lobotomy of racial memory by the scalpel of popular culture, the Jewnited States of Murka is a done deal. ‘Amerika’ has not been a ‘nation’ since at least 1865. There is no ‘America’. There is only the ethno-racial Melting Pot of its chosen destiny. Puritanical Anti-Europe/New Zion has become exactly what it set out to become: New Zion.

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A lie can also be represented by omission. A prime example is the murder by starvation of 750,000 German POWs by the victorious Allied general, Dwight D. Eisenhower. Nowhere is it evident that ‘da Jooz’ held his toes to the fire. Always remember: the vanquished do not write history.

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Philosophy of history

Mearsheimer

On May 17, I uploaded to this site the PDF containing my quotes from Brendan Simms’ book on Hitler, in whose foreword I wrote these words: “To understand it [Simms’ thesis] I would advise the visitor of my website to familiarise himself with the realism of theorists such as John Mearsheimer, who teaches us how States think and how they relate to each other”.

Fortunately, Mearsheimer explains the realist approach so well that the first nine minutes of this video make the concept clear:

It’s true that Mearsheimer is a normie, and unlike us, he sided with his country in the world wars the US waged against Germany in the last century. But in conjunction with Simms’s book, realism is vital to understanding what Hitler wanted to do not only in Europe, but also in a Soviet Union conquered by the Reich.

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Alice Miller Child abuse

Remarkable

sentences of Alice Miller’s
Breaking Down the Wall of Silence:

 

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“…the wall of silence behind which society has sought to protect itself from the truth about cruelty and abuse in childhood”. (Foreword, page 5)

“Parents are indeed capable of routinely torturing their children without anyone interceding”. (Chapter 1, “Eve’s Initiative”, page 14)

“…remained completely repressed in me for almost sixty years. As a result, I betrayed that little girl [the inner girl that still inhabited in Miller’s heart]… There was no one to help me condemn cruelty”. (Chapter 2, “Out of the Prison of Confusion”, page 20)

“Hard as it is to believe, in the entire world there is not one single faculty in which a degree is offered in the study of psychic injuries in childhood”. (Ibid., page 25)

“So psychiatrists have… chosen not to know how psychoses develop”. (Chapter 3, “The Psychiatrists’ Campaign Against the Act of Remembering”, page 32)

“…that voice [of Miller’s inner wounded child], because it has taught me more than all the books I have ever read”. (Ibid., page 33)

“My justifiable anger makes me strong and aware. I can see through the lies because I have stopped forgiving, stopped praying or speculating, stopped laying the guilt on myself” (Ibid., page 35)

“…how damaging it is to preach forgetfulness and forgiveness. Isn’t that just what your patients have done their whole lives, and is that not why they have remained disordered?” (Ibid., pages 36-37)

“…what was previously regarded as a sin—criticism of our parents—is, in reality, our only chance of becoming healthy”. (Ibid., page 38)

“Psychoanalysis does not distort the truth by accident. It does so by necessity. It is an effective system for the suppression of the truth about childhood, a truth feared by our entire society. Not surprisingly, it enjoys great esteem among intellectuals”. (Chapter 4, “Blindman’s Buff and the Flight from the Facts in Psychoanalysis”, pages, 42-43)

“…fear of the truth about child abuse is a leitmotif of nearly all forms of therapy known to me”. (Ibid., page 48)

“Hate that we have experienced is not a poison, but one way out of the trap…” (Chapter 5, “The Media and the Wall of Silence”, page 61)

“To dismiss such people as ‘self-pitying’ only says something about one’s own early experiences…” (Ibid., page 71)

“And why, anyway, do human beings go on worshipping such horrific gods? (Chapter 6, “Child Sacrifice as ‘Tradition’”, page 77. Miller is referring to the god of the Jews. See also pages 193-199 of my book Day of Wrath.)

“The danger does not lie with individuals, however criminal they may be. Far more, it lies in the ignorance of our entire society… Teachers, attorneys, doctors, social workers, priests, and other respected representatives of society protect parents… Even the child protection agencies insist that this crime, and this crime alone, should go unpunished”. (Chapter 8, “The Monstrous Consequences of Denial”, page 87)

“The majority of therapists fear this truth. They work under the influence of destructive interpretations culled from both Western and Oriental religions, which preach forgiveness… they offer traditional morality… Forgiveness does not resolve latent hatred and self-hatred but rather covers them up in a very dangerous way”. (Chapter 9, “The Liberating Experience of Painful Truth”, page 131)

“By refusing to forgive, I give up my illusions. A mistreated child, of course, cannot live without them. But a grown-up therapist must be able to manage it. His or her patients should be able to ask: ‘Why should I forgive, when no one is asking me to? I mean, my parents refuse to understand and to know what they did to me. So why should I go on trying to understand and forgive my parents and whatever happened in their childhood, with things like psychoanalysis and transactional analysis? What’s the use? Whom does it help? It doesn’t help my parents to see the truth. But it does prevent me from experiencing my feelings, the feelings that would give me access to the truth. But under the bell-jar of forgiveness, feelings cannot and may not blossom freely’. Such reflections are, unfortunately, not common in therapeutic circles, in which forgiveness is the ultimate law”. (Ibid., page 135)

“This ideology is indivisible with the command ‘Thou shalt not be aware’ [of the cruelty your parents inflicted to you] and with the repetition of that cruelty on the next generation.

”But the demand for forgiveness that I often encounter can pose a danger for therapy, even though it is an expression of our culture. Mistreatment of children is the order of the day, and those errors are therefore trivialized by the majority of adults. Forgiving can have negative consequences, not only for the individual, but for society at large, because it can mean disguising erroneous opinions and attitudes, and involves drawing a curtain across reality so that we cannot see what is taking place behind it.

”The possibility of change depends on whether there is a sufficient number of enlightened witnesses to create a safety net for the growing consciousness of those who have been mistreated as children, so that they do not fall into the darkness of forgetfulness, from which they will later emerge as criminals or the mentally ill”. (Ibid., pages 135-136)

“How much unnecessary suffering [emphasis by Ed.] would I, my children and their future children, have been spared if I had been able to read this book when I was young…” (Ibid., letter to Miller, page 157)

“If one day the secret of childhood were to become no longer a secret, the state would be able to save immense sums that it spends on hospitals, psychiatric clinics, and prisons maintaining our blindness. That this might deliberately happen is almost too incredible a thought”. (Ibid., page 143)

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Autobiography Child abuse Sponsor

Selfish heirs

I finally have internet service after a few days without it due to moving from Yautepec, in the state of Morelos, to Mexico City.

After living alone in the house in Tlalpan my parents left behind, so large it had three pianos in various locations, my siblings decided to sell it. Since the money from the sale was divided among six heirs, the modest sum I received was only enough to rent a tiny place in the neighbourhood of Mexico City where I lived as a child and teenager.

Before my move from Yautepec, a town where the only white person was my dentist, where I had gone after the selling of my parents’ house in search of cheap rent, I had been talking on this site with Benjamin. We both have in common not just the fourteen words, but the four words (never, ever torment animals or children, which I summarise under the motto “Eliminate all unnecessary suffering”).

It’s curious how those who—unlike the distorted image Hollywood deceives us with—have been tormented by their parents to the point of psychic breakdown can, in their lucid states, see things that normies are incapable of seeing.

For example, when looking for an apartment in the capital, I had to pay for hotels because my brother, who inherited the family business, only let me stay in his apartment for one day, even though there was one room empty since his only son moved out. On the other hand, my old friend Marco, whom I’ve talked about on this site in several posts to illustrate what many YouTubers call “narcissism”, a condition that sometimes borders on psychosis, allowed my beloved family furniture into his home until his death. If it weren’t for Marco, I would have been dealt a terrible blow: the furniture that reminds me of the time when my parents hadn’t yet abused me would have been lost (Marco also offered me a room in his house to live in for a few days while I sorted out my affairs, although I declined his generous offer).

That’s the world! No one among the heirs of the Tort family after my parents passed is aware of what happened (my sister Corina died suddenly in 2016, and by law, her share of the inheritance went to her son, who now lives in Barcelona). Due to the torment my parents inflicted on me I was left unable to pursue a career, and wages in Mexico are so low that I couldn’t work either. If my siblings had been aware of what had happened, they would have left me the house so that I, who turns 67 next month, could live there for the rest of my days.

But they wanted money and now my future has become precarious…

My late sister Corina was fully aware that our parents murdered our souls, but no one who inherited the house has any conscience, and the same could be said of the family’s relatives and acquaintances. I am writing this entry because I owe the moral support, or the storage of my furniture, to people who have suffered psychotic breakdowns. Those I know who haven’t had these breakdowns don’t sympathise with me, nor with the new generations of children whose souls are being murdered at home; or with the animals being tortured in slaughterhouses and other sinister places.

I will use the little money I had left from the inheritance to translate into English my books where I narrate the tragedy that befell my family: a tragedy that not only destroyed the lives of Corina and me, but is repeated by millions of other abusive parents, with the difference that unlike me the victims do not write their autobiographies.

The topic is relevant even for racialists. A few years ago, one of them contacted me because he had serious mental health issues, and in my anti-psychiatric writings he found an oasis in a desert of incomprehension. And there’s a well-known racialist who has a website that he started even before The West’s Darkest Hour appeared. Many years ago he had such severe mental health issues that he was once labelled schizophrenic, if I remember his testimony correctly.

The topic of how abusive parents murder the souls of their children is fundamental, although it remains taboo in our societies. If Alice Miller weren’t anti-Nazi I would recommend her book, Breaking Down the Wall of Silence.

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Michael O'Meara Racial right

A final

comment on the silence of the last few weeks before resuming my common activities on this site (which will be postponed anyway because the day after tomorrow I begin moving from a Mexican Indian village, where I live, to the capital where there are still some white Iberians).

I suppose the reason for the silence is that my neighbours north of the Rio Grande cannot conceive of someone south of the river speaking truths that, for American racialists, are still taboo. Therefore, I want to remind you that a few years ago, an American—although not a National Socialist—made critical comments about his nation’s project that, in some ways, converge with our approach. I am referring to the retired writer Michael O’Meara, whose articles we have summarised on this site. I will give just one example.

Michael O’Meara (1946-)

The white nationalist I respect the most is Kevin MacDonald. But MacDonald recently wrote in his webzine that he was disappointed with Trump for behaving like Bibi Netanyahu’s bitch, by declaring war on Iran with his bombings. Naturally, MacDonald used much more polite language than I did, but he confessed: “And on a personal note, I feel betrayed given that I have strongly supported Trump since he first ran”.

This would be inconceivable to Michael O’Meara! for the simple fact that, unlike the reactionaries on the American racial right, O’Meara is a revolutionary (the kind of revolutionarie I like: it’s not yet time for violence but our ideology must be revolutionary). What distinguishes O’Meara’s thinking from that of virtually every notable figure on today’s racial right is that, for Michael, “the greatest treason” consists precisely of hoping to use Establishment institutions to try to bring about substantial change. From this perspective, those in the American racial right who believe in democracy and capitalism (I would add the Christian churches) find themselves inadvertently betraying their goal: racial preservation.

While I won’t complain any further about the racialists who don’t comment on this site, I do suggest that those who remain silent reread some of O’Meara’s writing. And I’d love for someone who knows him personally to let me know what this man is up to these days, or if he’s still alive…

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Racial right War!

Jew obeyer

A recent plea addressed to US President Donald Trump reads, “Mr. President, Finish the job” in Tel Aviv, Israel.

A few years ago, I wrote “On Jew Obeyers”. I wish that expression would start spreading like wildfire because of things like what the US president did yesterday: directly attacking Iran by bombing uranium enrichment facilities because the Jews asked him to. Trump has been, as has every American president since Judea declared war on the Third Reich, a “Jew obeyer”.

American racists, mostly Christians, are wrong. The Jew Ron Unz, for example, just republished an article by Andrew Anglin in which he calls notable philo-Semitic figures in American politics, such as Mike Huckabee and Ted Cruz, “Satanic”.

Anglin and company don’t want to understand that the Spanish inquisitor Torquemada, who sent Jews to the stake, was just as Christian as St Francis who, following the word of the Gospel more literally, preached universal love. It’s no coincidence that the Church hasn’t canonised Torquemada, but rather that Francis has perhaps become the most beloved saint among Catholics.

Reread how Benjamin summarised the POV of this site. Since the Judeo-Christian archetype possesses the Western collective unconscious—this includes today’s racialists—it shouldn’t surprise us that at the time of writing, the discussion thread on Anglin’s article reposted on The Unz Review already has 265 comments, while recently on The West’s Darkest Hour I was left talking alone with Ben. The difference is that, like Hitler, he and I are already possessed by the other collective unconscious, the Aryan one.

My prediction is that Christians on the racial right will not only continue to ignore us and obey the Jew—if you preach universal love, genocide à la Heydrich must be wrong—, but they will remain in their echo chambers feeding off each other with positive feedback to avoid the cognitive dissonance we provide. Sad to say, as I concluded one of my posts late last month, “The malignant psychosis of today’s white man is such that only an apocalypse could reset the button of his collective unconscious so that the few survivors may regain a primal Lebenskraft”.

Could the conflict in the Middle East escalate to the point of a third world war, this time using nukes?

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Aryan beauty

If Hitler

had won WW2…

…instead of the imbecile Western presidents supporting Israel in the war with Iran, this is what we would see on the streets of Europe.