
It doesn’t matter what you say – ever! It is always about the presentation.
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
John 1:1
Our movement – the ideals of humanism, communitarianism, love – the fasces itself is an odyssey of aesthetics. There is this kind of absurd irony that the “alt-right” matured into full cultivation during the burgeoning of vaporwave. But more importantly, the aesthetics of man should not and shall not be confused or mistaken for the histrionic tendencies of the whims of a youth swayed by the currents. This proclivity is particularly pronounced in the bourgeois female compass, which unerringly points to the magnetic North of histrionic exhibitionism.
When Ethan Crumbley starts quoting Oppenheimer, it is because he is seriously, mentally damaged and planning on killing lots of people. When the quiet kid does the same thing, it is because he wishes he could do the same – Or he’s just being edgy. When @polytheisticBPDgf, @esotericeliza, and @mkultrafemcel does; it is quickly followed by an OF plug or a youtube link – when it isn’t, it is either a fed or individually-run honeypot. In the latter case, be prepared to either get SWAT’d or be politely asked to come into your local police station on “your own accord”. ~Mar 21, 2022
The aesthetic, like the word, is beneath God – he humbles himself to “our level” in speaking in our foul tongues – but it is imperative to human consciousness and the intrinsic essence of our terrestrial existence. Hamann teaches us that poetry and language are central to human nature, a concept overlooked by empirical philosophies that reduce reality to mere ideas. This reductionism, originating from Enlightenment thinking, leads to a lifeless, mechanistic view of the world. In contrast, true understanding comes from a language that transcends and mediates between humans, nature, and the divine – it is still our means to mediate all of the contrasts of the universe and of each other. It is an endless swirl of comparative disparity. A lot of thought, and by extension politics, is performative. Everyone takes their turn and jumps into this aesthetic dance in the marble Belarusian Palace. It embodies the sublime in a way entirely human. Nowhere is this more true than in digital spaces. We adore wearing our most vibrant outfits to the tower of Babel – dresses we don just once a year, yet they’ll be the ones we are remembered for. The presentation is what always holds sway. This is why the degenerate race-mixing furry is championed for “coming to the light”, and the troon is bankrolled for detransitioning with the whole podcast rollercoaster. Accept this – as you accept my drunk writings, and have a very happy Independence Day.
