The Dark Enlightenment

Thiel summarized the trend bluntly: “I no longer believe that freedom and democracy are compatible.”

The democratic politician and the electorate are bound together by a circuit of reciprocal incitement, in which each side drives the other to ever more shameless extremities of hooting, prancing cannibalism, until the only alternative to shouting is being eaten.

Tomorrow might belong to the other team, so it’s best to eat it all now.

Anarcho-capitalist utopias can never condense out of science fiction, divided powers flow back together like a shattered Terminator, and constitutions have exactly as much real authority as a sovereign interpretative power allows them to have.

And just walking up to it and denouncing it as evil is about as likely to work as suing Shub-Niggurath in small-claims court.

And just walking up to it and denouncing it as evil is about as likely to work as suing Shub-Niggurath in small-claims court.

Democracy is to liberty as Gargantua to a pie (“Surely you can see that we love liberty, to the point of gut-rumbling and salivation …”).

When perceived from the perspective of the dark enlightenment, the appropriate mode of analysis for studying the democratic phenomenon is general parasitology.

Live like Hellenes and pay like Germans — any political party that failed to rise to power on that platform deserves to scrabble for vulture-picked scraps in the wilderness.

Nothing delivers the hemlock to reality more definitively than the coupling of Teutonic interest rates with East Mediterranean spending decisions.

They are received as religious tenets, with all of the passionate intensity that characterizes essential items of faith, and to question them is not a matter of scientific inaccuracy, but of what we now call political incorrectness, and once knew as heresy.

Progress for the tick is not progress for the dog.

Perfect tolerance and absolute intolerance have become logically indistinguishable, with either equally interpretable as the other, A = not-A, or the inverse, and in the nakedly Orwellian world that results, power alone holds the keys of articulation.

On the contrary, it energizes the political process, combusting any threat of policy satiation in the fuel of infinite grievance.

Behavioral reality knows only one iron law: Whatever is subsidized is promoted.

Oh democracy! You saccharine-sweet dying idiot, what do you think the zombie hordes will care for your soul?

It’s as hard to imagine Universalism without the State as malaria without the mosquito.

The unmasking of the modern ‘liberal’ intellectual or ‘open-minded’ media ‘truth-teller’ as a pale, fervent, narrowly doctrinaire puritan, recognizably descended from the species of witch-burning zealots, is reliably – and irresistibly – entertaining.

Sophisticates of the Cathedral core understand, as Hegel did, that God is no more than deep government apprehended by infants, and as such a waste of faith (that bureaucrats could put to better use).

By the time we reach ‘Tanstaafl’, at the ripped outer edge of Moldbug’s carefully truncated spectrum, we have entered a decaying orbit, spiraling into the great black hole that is hidden at the dead center of modern political possibility.

That’s the final building block of white nationalist grievance, the werewolf curse that means it can only ever be a monster.

The war on political incorrectness creates data-empowered, web-coordinated, paranoid and poly-conspiratorial werewolves, superbly positioned to take advantage of liberal democracy’s impending rendezvous with ruinous reality.

For pretty much everybody else, Hitler perfectly personifies demonic monstrosity, transcending history and politics to attain the stature of a metaphysical absolute: evil incarnate.

The ending would be more true to life if he had been lynched by a howling mob of outraged citizens.

Quite an experience to live in fear, isn’t it? That’s what it is to be a slave.

It is the subtle, non-argumentative, non-demanding ‘other’ of social democracy and its dreams – the spontaneous impulse of dark enlightenment, as it is initially glimpsed, at once disillusioning and implacable.

When any political discussion firmly and clearly arrives at the topic of race, liberalism wins.

Merely to entertain it is to shudder before the awesome majesty of the absolute, where everything is simultaneously its precise opposite, and reason evaporates ecstatically at the brink of the sublime.

So I think there is a cold, dark despair lurking in America’s collective heart about the whole thing.

Peitzman’s commentators are impeccably liberal, and of course uniformly, utterly, shatteringly appalled (to the point of orgasm).

Everywhere that there is argument, there is an unresolved opportunity to rule.

As the state becomes God, it degenerates into imbecility, on the model of the holy fool.

In the heart of the Cathedral it was well into head-scratching time.

To call the belief in substantial human equality a superstition is to insult superstition; at least the person who holds to such a belief isn’t watching them not exist, for every waking hour of the day.

The typical EQs of this group can be extracted as the approximate square-root of their IQs.

An Ashkenazi Jewish moron is no less moronic because he is an Ashkenazi Jew.

To say that someone is ‘black’ is to say something about them, but to say that someone is ‘a black’ is to say who they are.

I have attended at least a hundred conservative gatherings, conferences, cruises, and jamborees: let me tell you, there ain’t too many raisins in that bun.

For a progressive movement compromised by a history of systematic eugenicist racism, the civil rights era presented an opportunity for atonement, ritual purification, and redemption.

The left thrives on dialectics, the right perishes through them.

Race is everything and nothing. There is no way out.

One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity.

Searching for where the alternatives might once have been found, where liberty still meant exit, and where dialectics were dissolved in space, leads into a clown-house of horrors.

Like Hell, or Auschwitz, the Cracker Factory has a simple slogan inscribed upon its gate: Escape is racist.

Interactions with government agents are conducted across the barrel of a loaded shotgun, and timeless anti-political wisdom is summed in the don’t-tread-on-me reflex: ‘Get off my porch.’

When exceptionally advanced ‘race-treachery’ is your quintessential racial feature, the opportunity for viable ethno-supremacist politics disappears into a logical abyss.

The absolute prioritization of exit is jumbled amongst folkways from which no exit is even imaginable.

What classical liberalism gives (industrial revolution) mature liberalism takes away (via the cancerous entitlement state).

Democracy is essentially tragic because it provides the populace with a weapon to destroy itself, one that is always eagerly seized, and used.

This democracy thing is easy – you just vote for the guy who promises you the most stuff.

Reactionary regression smells of strange fruit.

When things are squashed they rarely disappear. Instead, they are displaced, fleeing into sheltering shadows, and sometimes turning into monsters.

The Cartesian cartoon of an autonomous external “environment” dictating the form of a species like a cookie cutter cutting stencils from sheets of dough is dead, dead wrong.

The Cartesian cartoon of an autonomous external “environment” dictating the form of a species like a cookie cutter cutting stencils from sheets of dough is dead, dead wrong.

Approaching the bionic horizon, secessionism takes on an altogether wilder and more monstrous bearing – towards speciation.

Anarcho-capitalist utopias can never condense out of science fiction, divided powers flow back together like a shattered Terminator, and constitutions have exactly as much real authority as a sovereign interpretative power allows them to have.

When perceived from the perspective of the dark enlightenment, the appropriate mode of analysis for studying the democratic phenomenon is general parasitology.

Perfect tolerance and absolute intolerance have become logically indistinguishable, with either equally interpretable as the other, A = not-A, or the inverse, and in the nakedly Orwellian world that results, power alone holds the keys of articulation.

When exceptionally advanced ‘race-treachery’ is your quintessential racial feature, the opportunity for viable ethno-supremacist politics disappears into a logical abyss.

When things are squashed they rarely disappear. Instead, they are displaced, fleeing into sheltering shadows, and sometimes turning into monsters.