Mr. Positive

I’m about to ply my last deadlift in the #300lb bracket. Muse, Supermassive Blackhole, is playing. Years ago now my wife wanted to learn to lift, so she came down cellar with me and plied herself in Vault 88. I taught her basic technique and mechanics. Nothing fancy. The big 4, and a handful of bodybuilding staple movements to do the toning or whatever. She wasn’t looking to develop man-face, like a lot of the women lifters do. We both know soft and squishy fits a woman fine. (Fight me, I don’t give a shit.) She only wanted to strengthen her baby carrying-having muscles. Anyway. That was where I learned about the (British?) band, Muse. Great song, sexy beat, excellent gateway to a very focused blend of cardio.

Did I tell you that story to tell you another? Not at all, Rhonda. Who is Rhonda? Privileged information. Maybe I just like the song… or maybe I want to see if Agent Rick does anything with it. I haven’t done an Agent Rick story in a short minute, and I’m not about to. I had some ideas. But I’m working on what will likely be an incredibly stupid story, a shortish story. About a comb. You know the kind. A comb used by a housewife, and only a housewife – a comb that never, ever, ever, not ever, gets cleaned. It looks more like a prosthetic Wookie thumb. Pablo, why do you know this, even? Because I’m a carpenter goddammit. I don’t need to drink to know things, and Gods damn you fat Greek hat man for my knowing this reference! Anyway.

The other day I was drywalling a bathroom. And like many clients, mine didn’t understand you should clean your room before Jordan Peterson washes your…


There was this comb I had to move. Then it got me thinking. What if, instead of an ambrose mosquito, Jurassic Park happened in the Metaverse with this woman’s comb? I was confident there was enough vestigial genetic data to clone a whole human.

Also, and I know it’s a case of T.M.I, but if you hire the services of a sub or contractor – do him the courtesy, if he should be working in your bathroom, to not use it immediately upon his arrival in a sleep-panicked haze that he might reasonably shut you out… when you have two to choose from as you live in a generational household with high water demand… Especially in winter when the windows aren’t an option. I understand the Do Unto Others rule is blasé and all, but, you know – whatever. Nobody cares. Timewarp: in talking to my wife, she suggested I write an award winning blogpost: How To Estrange Your Contractor in 10 Easy Steps. #2 Panick Squat.

Because I’m a Nerd and whatnot, and also a Nationalist, one of the features of WordPress that I love is the statistics breakdown. Specifically, because I can monitor traffick by country. I will admit, and if some enterprising engineer in India reads this take note: I wish there was a breakdown, for example, where in the U.S. does my traffick come from? I am, after all, a Northeast Supremacist. Eat my Timezone, kids. Anyway. Unsurprisingly, the lion’s share of my traffick comes from the Good ‘Ol U.S.A., followed by Denmark, then Britain, Canada, the Ukraine of all places, and then Sweden. After that it fluctuates. Recently I have experienced an influx of Australian and Egyptian traffick.

Most of this can be explained by user VPNs, or bots of some kind. I figure I probably get a handful of organic traffick a day. But still, it is interesting, the mostly synthetic breakdown. Because I am a Nationalist, I make it a point to appreciate something from the Nations I can name. It’s a habit I’ve gotten out of, in the past few years, as I have been working on hammering down my sense of localism. Why? Because it is easy to get lost in the everything. There are so many Countries, and Nations, about which of each something is lovely. There is no country that boasts nothing beautiful. Rather, there is a long list of which I don’t give a squirt about.

No. This isn’t an apology post. But I have gone back in time to ask dumb, 20y/o Seax for advice. Somewhere along the line I bought the bit, and got sucked into the negativity spiral. This prevalent idea that in order to be “right” than it is contingent upon another’s “wrong.” That to prove your worth, you must always be on the prowl to knock down the subversives, or whatever. It’s to a degree highly counterproductive, and can destroy your soul if this is all you do. One can maintain any viewpoint, however disagreeable, and manage to see beauty in everything. It is precisely the poison of modernism which leaks into alternative politics and makes them this way. And so, I have taken it upon myself to reject Ye Olde Culture of Critique, which exists in spades among dissidents, and often moreso. So. Yayas aside. You can scry my archives, everything I’ve written is still there of a crass nature. But I shall be making an honest attempt to elevate myself, while sacrificing no ideals, rather than be guided by cynicism or deleterious sarcasm. My sense is we’re at a spiritual precipice, and the time to rise has come, as opposed to dwelling in the crude muck like a Roman caricature of a barbarian. Anyway, Anywho.

I think I shall take stock of the top traffick sources and look into each of the Countries of Origin. I may or may not discount formerly Great Britain (press F) and the Kingdom of Denmark, as they feature tangentially and unavoidably in my writing anyhow. It could be fun. I actually miss Social Studies from school, because, again, NERD. That, and, frankly, I need to un-yeet myself from my Anthropology with Six Mix-A-Lot and the Architect Gang. My autism is bad enough without wishing I lived in a cave in France by firelight. Or, or exploring my newfound love of that stupid goddamn Wojack meme depository I found online. Whatever. It’s Rammstein o’clock time and I just hit my 5th #415lber. Feels good, man.

Follows in declension are my top traffick contributors, whose countries I will do a sketch of. Don’t expect anything cerebral. Expect abstracts. What will follow is what I think of when naming each of the countries on my list. No brainpower here. That comes later. I intend to give myself social studies homework and do it up. So, there we go. I’ll invite the reading audience to freely discuss the countries in question when I begin throwing u my homework. It could make for interesting conversation.

United States, Denmark, United Kingdom, Canada, Ukraine, Sweden, Australia, France, Ireland, Germany, Switzerland, Bulgaria, Austria, Italy, India, Netherlands, New Zealand. Why do I care? Because when I was younger, my introduction to Nationalism came from a bit of a different species of Nationalism than what is had today. Not the grievance based Nationalism that our culture has produced, but an affirming Nationalism that one could arguably accuse of being Pollyanna-like. It remained, though, that inspired by Bands like Laibach, or Man-O-War, there was a tendency to glorify the positive aspects of every Nation, the workable assets, rather than bag on the warts and bad smells. Because every country has ups and downs. Admiration of others, does not need to mean diminishment of your own, and indeed, admiration can be weaponised towards the betterment of your own lot. You can see the glories of Great Britain, or Germany, without needing to dwell on the all-too-predictable baggage of each. Anyway. What I’ve decided is to do a brief impression of every country, the basic things about which I admire in each, and then later produce an ode to them. Maybe then I can get back to my naïve late teens, when I thought everybody could get past their differences, keep their differences and their integrity, without shame. A more positive Nationalism.

United States: Home of the Whopper. 10,000 semi-autonomous cultural zones, the most important of which indubitably is New England. Yankee twangs, Colonial history, Old Stock Americana. Quaint townhouses, old stock constructions, pilgrim cemeteries. My blood in the soil. Country-Fried extra thikkk town girls. Plaid. Dungarees. Huge tracts of land, fertile, yet untamed. Unrealised dreams. Potential, unmet, destiny, unmanifest. Loveable idiot bouggie hipsters. The sadly false allure of wonderful freedom. The unavoidable gateway back to Old England, where my ancestors lie, beyond the shimmering sea like Thule.

Denmark: Vikings. Dry, brütal sarcasm. A balance between cultural preservation and natural liberalism. Kelly Louise Killjoy and half of Sofie Hagen. A little red roof in Scarborough, Maine attesting to the New Denmark that could have been. That one friend of mine who despite not working out on the regular, is built like a goddamn oak tree and has the baseline strength of a well-trained but normal-sized human being.

United Kingdom: Also Vikings. The land of my forefathers is England. But I am also a lover of Irish music and poetry. I admire the rugged Scottish stereotype, and reject what I’m told is the flaccid reality. I don’t know much about Wales but they’re there, too, and they have their own folkways that despite all my jokes I do respect. Over there. Chivalrous past, knighthood, an imperial and humanitarian recent history. Stonehenge, Sutton Hoo – fae-folk and trolls, things going bump in the dark night. An age of Colonialism, the spread of English genes through the world like a well-meaning but overwhelmingly irresponsible parent. A superior diction and prose. Bureaucratic efficiency. Snapshots of time; Victoriania, industry… A Sun that never sets. An unfortunate decay – like ours in the U.S., but a hope in the faithful, my cousins across the pond.

Canada: The maligned second lung of British North America, Queebs excepted. The Red Ensign flew there far longer than our own flag. Until 1956, I believe, when Amerindian pressure groups changed it into a syrup label. Polity, generosity, and cripplingly slow summer driving. Agreeable people, hearty, warm and open. Unassuming, innocent. At least when they come to Old Orchard. Often Anglophilic Monarchists, I can have some conversations with Canadians which Americans find repellent – that is – share an English heritage without bringing The Revolution into it. At times, more British than the Brits.

Ukraine: I don’t know much about the Ukraine. It produces lively music, and has a Nationalist underground that loves many of the symbols I do. There is a kind of Asatru which blooms there apart from Rodnorov.

Sweden: I’ve already written an Ode to Sweden, bear witness to my LINK.

Australia: A frontier, wild and free. Adventuresome spirits braving the burning sun to fight armies of crocodiles and rabid kangaroos.

France: This is hard for me. I am not a Francophile. A contrarian spirit. A willingness to entertain thoughts few do. A philosophical bent rooted in a kind of cthonicness an Anglo-Saxon mind, apparently, does not understand, but can respect. Sensuality, failure of restraint.

Ireland: Freedom loving souls, mad contrarians, poets and speakers of spirits. A mystical people, incapable of being hampered for long by strangling conventions. Moon-faced country girls, singing to themselves. Green fields. Echoes of hillsong from the past. Secrets on the wind which only the storyteller understands, whose bardic enterprise shall not be betrayed to foreign ears. Riddles. Friendly jibes.

Germany: Can you love a land you have never seen? The German language is a delight, rugged, and yet tender. The entanglements of the mind behind the language are alluring, deceptively honest. Victory arches, Romanesque art and a surpressed barbarian streak. The Ghost of Jung’s Wotan, something I can understand in my dieing Anglosphere so far away. Stout village women. The music of my youth. A tempestuous Bavarian villager who bludgeoned me into ripping the scales from my eyes. The delusion of unity, like we have in America, of some 30 confederated Staaten not unlike our 50 States. I never cared about the industrial stereotypes of the accomplished German race, nor the military fetishism – but I begrudge neither. No, it was the vestige of barbarian Germania, evident in the sui generii of the different tribes still there, exemplified to me by the Bavarians I have known. Baroque scenes, earthy people, something of the rest of our race before the curtain of industry, which being iron, seems to have hit the Germans harder in their modern stereotype of calculated efficiency. A foundation which can be delightfully cracked, with applied friendship, to allow the truth to flood. But then, don’t we all bleed red?

Switzerland: My aunt’s Heimatland. Surely a brilliant breed, multilingual. Surely practical in their neutrality. A crossroads of Europe, which I suppose could breed superior diplomacy. Brilliant, if naïve, starry-eyed and clinging to a kind of optimism I wish I understood. Those have been the Swisslings I have known.

Bulgaria: Dude, I’m sorry Bulgaria. But I other than really, really thick trenchcoats at the MilSurp store… I don’t know anything helpful about you. So if you’re Bulgarian, please, chime in and tell me what makes Bulgaria great again.

Austria: Nyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Do you want to know the meaning of life???? Arnold is Austrian. Or at least he was. Now he belongs to Joe Weider and the State of California. Alp Horns. Cows. I am guilty of thinking of Austria as Germany’s backside. Anschluss me, baby. Yes, I know, most Austrians would probably disagree. I can’t help that now.

Italy: I am not a pastafarian, and know little of Italian culture. Still, I recognise, like their French cousins, a sensuality of being, failure of restraint. A sense of refinement and aesthetic purpose above and beyond what is found in their drearily efficient neighbours. Vibrant exuberace. The kinds of pasta which easily impress the palates of women, which for some men is an erstwhile gift. I should mention the ghost of Rome, of course.

India: Temple incense. Mysterious curses. An ancient faith. Shrines. Looming shadows of a spectral Goddess whose coming is anticipated. Vast jungles and vibrant nature, savage beasts. A land waiting for conquest, a mistress begging to be tamed. British frontiersmen leading expeditions into vast expanses. Adventure.

Netherlands: A nation of entirely unreasonably tall and thoroughly agreeable people. A bit libertine. Enough so that in my own vernacular three hundred years removed from vital contact, is the muted memory of their liberal humanism influencing the English soul in exile. Heidevolk, one of my favourite bands, a language so close to the other ones I love I can almost read it without trying.

New Zealand: Hobbits. Beautiful wilderness. I’m sorry, those are my only previous associations.








Note: the day after I wrote this, I got a freakish amount of Turkish traffick. Turkey beat out New Zealand off the bottom. Turkey: home of ancient fat Venuses, hulking temples and mysteries.


43 thoughts on “Mr. Positive

  1. Okay, a lot to digest here.

    Thanks for the glowing review of England. I rather like it here.

    Muse and Rammenstien, eh? The sounds of my teen years. I love Supermassive Black Hole, awesome song. Have you ever given Slip Knot a listen? You might like some of their vibe. If you need any other terrible metal recommendations, my inner teen-Strange is more than happy to help.

    On being wrong/right and coming up against those with different views: (sorry if I’ve missed the point entirely btw 😂) I seem to seek out people who don’t like my lifestyle. It doesn’t offend me when someone has vastly different opinions from me. They’ve come from a whole different place, so they will have. I try to take the opportunity to learn something, even if the person is so far on the other side of my opinion that it’s actually abrasive. I hate this current world where everything offends everyone and no one is allowed to speak about what they feel. I tend to think the first only way to change that is to try and start a different culture, where people can hear something that contradicts them, absorb it, maybe learn something, or don’t. But then part ways with an understanding that no one way is the right way. Choose not to take it personally, and carry on living your life.

    Or do take it personally and spend hours angrily writing about it on Twitter. Whatevs. ☺️


    1. Got no twitter to rant on. I don’t think they switched my account back on with Musky Spacesuit there, and I don’t care.

      During the Kungflugnarok (CoVid lockdown) I was cornered by a client and a relative. My favourite wine aunt, actually. Because I was a captive audience, I couldn’t do an Irish exit and had to rely on my Anglo diplomacy bonus. She thought she was cracking the insane dissident code with me, and would back her claim with “well I’m a science girl, hon.” Finally I put it to her; “I know I’m a no-count for being a theology & psychology guy…. buuut my wife is a science girl, degree in biology. Our friend’s wife is a head bingbong nurse, degree in science. They’re by default, science girls – yeah? So, if we all appeal to the same science with no qualifiers beyond loving science – maybe the science isn’t clear. And in any event, it can only inform but not determine ethics.” And so on. “Well, hon… I disagee…” was her scientific answer. “And that’s fine!” I said, “you don’t HAVE to, you only have to respect it. Just like I have to respect your choices.” It wasn’t a big win. I find arguing with doctrinaire liberals and conservatives ends with their forgetting everything you say. So sometimes I just dick with them, if you’ll forgive my being crass.

      But yeah. At this point what you’re describing – building culture – is building paralell society. And it’s true. The mainstream is a ship that’s probably sinking. Lifeboats are needed, and not even in a “we’re doomed” kind of way. The unpleasant truth is I think this can drag out for much longer than the doomsayers give credit, even if it’s good to be prepared if they can’t.

      Hit me with your playlist. I love music. I like a bit of everything, except predictably, most rap. I know of Slipknot. As to England, and Britain, I’ll spare you New England’s odd long distance relationship with her but it’s there. A lot of New England is still, in some ways, still influenced by the old country many years later.


  2. I’d love to hear how New England ralates to Old England. Or as we like to call it, OG England. I’m fascinated by American culture.

    Okay, so musically Evanescence was my obsession as a teen. That said I haven’t listened to any of their new stuff for years so I can only recommend songs from the 00’s. Also, Linkin Park, Avril Lavigne and Breaking Benjamin, same rules apply. For a more melodious listen I always enjoyed Within Temptation, very opera-metal.

    This list might have looked a bit disjointed because as I was writing I kept remembering other bands I used to love. Im gonna end up down an emo rabbit hole at this rate 😂

    These days I enjoy Skillet, they are a Christian band but they don’t make a thing of it and the music is very uplifting. For workouts I would recommend Linkin Park – Meteora album, Skillet – Unleashed album, Breaking Benjamin – ‘I will not bow’ song.

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    1. Don’t worry if the list is out of whack. Loved Evanescence. First 2 albums anyway. Rammstein, Marilyn Manson, Audioslave, Seether for me in the 00s. Lots of folk metal now.

      The question of NE is big, maybe too big for this comment. My grandfather considered himself English, as did every other before him going back to 1585 when we left East Anglia. In WWII my granddad worked as an exchange officer doing science with the British. There was a kind of intellectual rivalry, when New England was the intellectual elite of America. Even now Yankees love the royal family and occasionally collect British stuff, BBC is popular.

      For a deeper spergout, if you remember the link to my navigation page go ahead and flirt with that. Keyword New England, Yankee or Anglo and you ought to get something.


  3. They are associations, insofar spontaneous honest statements. As a German, I am naturally curious about your assessment of my country.
    The “calculated efficiency” – exactly the problem of the great inconsistency of German politics. A healthy measure of instinct, as the English have (?) rarely has a place in German thinking. As soon as a German becomes an authority, he puts on his pants with the pinchers, that is, he no longer thinks in a clearly understandable way.
    If someone then gets the idea of giving German instinct a chance, we will experience times we don’t want to have again, Wotan . . .
    I like France very much, maybe I’ll spend another month or two in Paris. The argument culture of the French feeds on their quick bridging of emotions. The French quickly objectify emotional content, and emotions are quickly transformed into discourse. This results in an extended need to talk. That is why French people consider German thinking to be nebulous, slow and boring.

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    1. The thing with the efficiency stereotype is, I wonder if it is true. I’ve known some German expats. Most of them find the stereotype exhausting. I also expect that the distant, unfeeling, militaristic image many have of the Germans is an old throwback to Prussian propaganda, at least this is what my Bavarian told me. There is a radio programme I used to listen to, called Red Ice. One episode talked about how German folk culture looked more like Irish culture – loud, boisterous and fun – but that during industrialisation and imperialism, Germany’s public facing representatives cultivated a broody, serious image to be taken more seriously by the French and English. I can’t vouch for that, but something like it happened in New England. We in the North are seen by outsiders as particular, scrupulous, moralistic… in a word “dour.” Is that true? Dunno. I’m too close to it. We’re also blamed for… a whole bunch of stuff.

      Your French sound a dite like our French. High strung.

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      1. Mentalities are difficult to assess when we come to the individual. I like to observe this in the so-called developing countries and am pleased when I see that someone with whom I have a longer conversation is not so different from me.
        As for Bavaria, there is a very bad saying: for a Bavarian, outside of Bavaria there is only Prussia. I lived in Munich for a long time, also in Upper Bavaria. An elderly gentleman once told me that I should go back to where I came from when he heard my High German . . .
        Yes, the old Prussianism and then the red-green-red politics in Berlin. Imagine, there are politicians in the government who publicly say that they are not interested in Germany, they say that the concept of “Volk” does not exist, there is no Volk, so there is no German nation. They start renaming street names and public places. What is being killed: any name that refers to Prussianism, for example Otto von Bismarck, any name that is associated with the National Socialism of Hitler, Mussolini. In Walter Benjamin Square in Berlin, there was a floor plate with a quote from Ezra Pound. This plate was removed a few years ago because the quote was considered anti-Semitic.
        Do you know who the owner of Walter Benjamin Square is? Blackstone!!! Do you know who the owner of Walter Benjamin Square is? Blackstone!!! Suddenly the owner had the plate with the Pound quote secretly removed himself to minimize legal and political disputes.

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      2. Interresting. A bit of a shame. It is like that, here. I will only ever be a foreigner, but when my Hochdeutsch was better in my younger years my Bavarian would say I could pass for a native. I wonder now if it were a compliment or insult. She loved to stir the pots. Anyway. When I perchanced to try and read Bavarian, I could not. I suppose, if you want to call it a success, that is one thing the British and American Empire and Republic did – create an Anglosphere in which mutual intelligibility was higher only in Rome. I debate whether I feel this is good or not.

        The extreme sensitivity to German pride is what made me rethink the liberalism of my youth. Everyone should be able to be proud of their roots. Without them, no tree can grow. But this is why, many days, I might rather go live in a cave in France or a Turkish necropolis and blissfully, ignorantly tend the Goddesses in a time before all this mess. Dollars to doughnuts says, tribe and pride probably wasn’t so much a sin as they say now… who’s to say they didn’t have it right before the dawn of time?


      1. At times both. The Francos have a kind of dialect. A thick, thick accent. It’s good to hear it, but it helps to be from around to understand. Most French I knew growing up have modernised and so only the old keep the accent.

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  4. So you are German? How did you learn to speak High German? Mother, father, school?
    The compliment of your Bavarian lady could be this irony from the Bavarian point of view. After all, she didn’t say you could pass for a Bavarian, or did she mean a native of Bavaria?
    When I worked in Munich, 1980s. One of my colleagues – quaint dark firm Bavarian, confessed to me that his children did not speak Bavarian. Too many Prussians at school.

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      1. First the stress text (maybe also stress test?) in German, below translation. Have fun!

        Dann sprichst du gut Deutsch, wenn deine bayerische Freundin das gesagt hat.
        Für meine Texte bin ich mehr als jeder andere mit der deutschen Sprache verbunden. Aber 20 Mal täglich schaue ich ins Deutsche Wörterbuch “Der Duden”, um zu wissen, wie bestimmte Worte geschrieben werden. Es gibt für den Gebrauch deutscher Worte Kategorien wie: “vom Duden empfohlen”, daneben finde ich in derselben Zeile die Schreibweise, wie sie noch vor 20 Jahren möglich war, die auch akzeptiert, aber nicht empfohlen wird. Dann gibt es die Kategorie “veraltet”, Wörter, die nur noch selten im Gebrauch sind, dann die Kategorie “veraltend” (in German Partizip Präsens von “veralten”), das sind Wörter, deren Gebrauch nur langsam zurückgeht, vielleicht in 10 Jahren in die Kategorie “veraltet” rutscht. Hinzu kommen Kategorien wie “süddeutsch, bayrisch, österreichisch, niederdeutsch”.
        Hier haben wir wieder das Problem der stringenten “Effizienz”. Ich sehe diese Eigenschaft nicht mehr bei den Deutschen, wenn ich mir die Rechtschreibung anschaue, viele Reformen, die Kinder in der Grundschule sind gestresst, was ist richtig, was ist falsch.
        Es ist im Augenblick ein Verwirrspiel auch im Denken, in der Kultur, Politik.
        Wer weiß, welchen Einfluss die logische Anwendung einer Sprache auf unser Leben hat? Seit der deutschen Philosophie Immanuel Kants wird von vielen Philosophen betont, dass philosophische Probleme rein auf sprachliche Missverständnisse zwischen Philosophen zurückzuführen sind.
        An den Inhalten nationaler Philosophien erkenne ich die nationale Mentalität, wie alle Menschen grundlegend denkerisch empfinden, auch die ungebildeten.
        Then you speak good German, if your Bavarian friend said so.
        For my texts, I am more connected to the German language than anyone else. But 20 times a day I look into the German dictionary “Der Duden” to know how certain words are written. There are categories for the use of German words like: “recommended by the Duden”, next to it I find in the same line the spelling as it was possible 20 years ago, which is also accepted but not recommended. Then there is the category ” outdated”, words that are only rarely in use, then the category ” obsolescent” (in German Partizip Präsens of “veralten”), these are words whose use is only slowly declining, perhaps in 10 years slipping into the category ” outdated”. In addition, there are categories like “southern German, Bavarian, Austrian, Low German”.
        Here we have again the problem of stringent “efficiency”. I don’t see this quality in Germans anymore, when I look at spelling, many reforms, the children in elementary school are stressed, what is right, what is wrong.
        It is at the moment a confusion also in thinking, in culture, politics.
        Who knows what impact the logical application of a language has on our lives? Since the German philosophy of Immanuel Kant, many philosophers have emphasized that philosophical problems are purely due to linguistic misunderstandings between philosophers.
        From the contents of national philosophies, I recognize the national mentality, how all people feel fundamentally thinking, even the uneducated.

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      2. Interessant. Ich verstehe dich, aber ich kann nicht auf deutsch ein gute antworte gebe. In English I can try. There has been, since the 1950s, a steady devaluation of the English language which corresponds with a number of sociological factors. Increased immigration, delineation of academic rigour, as well as interference of electronic media replacing analog expression such as letter writing. Now, to pursue linguistic excellence is seen at times as an act of supremacy. Which should be ludicrous, laughable and despicable.

        In the Anglosphere, bureaucratic efficiency was once a virtue. But more than this was the renaissance man, or jack of all trades. In America, a redblooded man was distinguished by how little help he needed. He could do repairs on his home, understand basic mechanics, etc. Now men are generally less capable, and given to parroting the experts propped up by the state. Such as it is.

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      3. Thank you!
        Whenever I am in London, I feel the difference to Germany. The English are embarrassed when something doesn’t work. Once there was rail replacement traffic. At the bus stop in the late afternoon, light rain, an official with a card reader stood and reassured people that the bus would come in a moment. Never in Germany would public transport be organized so efficiently. How many times have I missed the feeder from the airport to the city center, where I live, because the electronic display did not work properly, etc.?

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      4. That’s surprising. Everything I’ve heard of London suggests it is crowded, dirty and loud. I’m more of a country boy, heathen fits me in more than one way. If I can ever cough up the money to go to Old England, I would go to Suffolk in East Anglia. In Maine – New England, where I live, public transport is mostly for foreigners. Everybody has a car because things are far apart. The P.T. (public transport) used to work well enough, but now with the waves of mass migrants… it’s overburdened, a bit sluggish and unable to keep up.

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  5. Before I was in London for the first time, a Polish woman told me the same thing: crowded, noisy and dirty. I could not find it in London. I was between Kensington Road and Tate Modern, generally just walking, long stretches this side and that side of the Thames. I got lost once and couldn’t find Victoria Station. The feeder to the airport hotel took about 40 minutes, with a few stops, clean platforms everywhere, I pay attention to that sort of thing.
    There were not many people around, even in the museum district. I am a big city person, maybe that is. For tourism, the weather is also important. I always visited London only in September / October, may be that there were not so many tourists.
    You have a soft spot for Suffolk? Should I go there? I found interesting pictures of Edinborough. A painter-artist I worked for a long time ago recommended this town to me.
    What does migrant mean in Maine? Germany has taken in almost 3 million migrants since 2015, and the problems with them are growing over our heads. Sweden is exploding with violence right now, stupid open borders policy. Right-wing nationalist parties are coming back into parliaments.

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    1. What does migrant mean in Maine…. deep. … It means we are where Sweden was when I was a boy, asking for more. We ignore the stabbings and crime and say things like “it’s worse in the South” & “well White people do crime too.” Locals congratulate themselves on their humanity while refusing to look at bigger pictures. Towns are changing, and the demands of the migrants grow. There isn’t enough room, they go to hotels. The hotels complain, they are called racist. Racist is a powerful word, there and here. Migrant in Maine means a mistake is being made, that anyone can see, but puerile cowards choose not to.

      If you can afford to, like travel, and don’t owe anybody anything – I would go. Edinburh would be cool to see. We have a pocket of Scots in Maine, sturdy bunch, strong men, round women – maybe as nature intended.

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  6. You name it, stabbings are on the rise in Germany, with killings. Only recently two girls, one survived, by a refugee from the Middle East.
    Interesting, the arguments of the “good people” to take migrants in protection are similar, whether in Europe or in USA.
    In Europe, thank God, there is a brake against which politics cannot fight: the strengthening of right-wing parties that could determine politics.
    In Italy, Ms. Meloni from the right-wing nationalist party is now president. It’s really funny how the political mainstream calls her: post-fascist. Politics and journalism have panicked to say that she is a fascist in the tradition of Mussolini.

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    1. The U.S. will need time to catch up. I habe watched European politics for some years. Here they replaced regional identity with the American Superidentity, which is not real. A Mainer and a Texan are not the same anymore than a Prussian and Bavarian are equally German. The complexity becomes – America is such a great, big tract of land that it is easy to divide and conquer. They only needed 2 parties to do it with.

      It won’t be until Americans reclaim a sense of local culture that we make real progress. Because most White Americans are disembodied, detached from a sense of homeland – they feel no ownership over this land and so lose nothing if it is taken.

      Or so think I.

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      1. If I bore you, just switch to Like without comment. But I have to answer you again.
        You describe exactly the process that has been going on in Europe too for the last 10 years. Homeland is not important. Political decisions that interfere with national law take place permanently in Brussels.
        Migration policy seems to follow this idea: When different peoples, tribes take over Europe, national characteristics also end.
        At the moment we can observe that some people in Germany are reorganizing themselves: they wear old German clothes, buy very extensive plots of land or settle in abandoned villages to live German identity as they see it.

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      2. I’m hard to bore. I don’t know if “meme culture” was a thing in Germany, or is in Egypt. But in the Global America is the idea of “RETVRN” (to tradition.) Which is an answer, I think. In America the kneejerk is to try and larp back the 1950s, but that’s precisely when they started destroying local roots. The New England Yankee was taught a new English, supported by TV, which makes him indistinghishable from a Midwestern Yooper, or a Texas whatever. All American, all equal. An easy ship to sink. We have to recover our regions, first. Being Amerimutts isn’t good enough.

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      3. For Germany, the “meme culture” is not as pronounced as in Austria or Switzerland. Especially in Switzerland, people are perhaps more aware of local traditions due to the diversity of languages, and they live together in a small state. But I can’t assess it conclusively, not even for Germany. Because I know intensively only Bavaria as a contrast to Berlin, Cologne, Frankfurt, Hamburg. In Bavaria there are very expensive boutiques where you can buy traditional Bavarian clothes. Even on official occasions in politics and culture, this clothing is then proudly worn, like the Dirndl dress for women.
        For the first time here in Egypt, I am not a big city nomad. Wanted to go back to Abu Dhabi or Dubai, the pandemic kept me here. The few protective measures in Egypt were hardly observed. I liked that. And there we are on the subject of “meme culture.” There is no need for a “meme culture” here; the people are self-confident and know how to defend themselves when politics goes too far – just like the Bedouins, who feel threatened because of tourism and especially resettlement programs. Even for educated or intellectual Egyptians, Arab culture – music, dance, food, family – is the dregs, the wellspring of stability in life.
        When the online ticket service for an Arab concert opens, all tickets are sold on the first day. I don’t mean that awful-sweet ethnopop, but Arabic classical music in the tradition of Um Kalthum. (By the way: Arabic ears can’t stand metal).

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      4. Fascinating that Austria and Switzerland should be worldlier in the pop culture sense. This blog has a regular Swiss commentor, who seems in touch with all that then. I actually learn a lot about memes from the Nordics.

        Good about trachten & dirndl. I won’t lie, the dirndl is an attractive get up. Like many folk costumes are.

        Interesting about Egypt. It would be good, I think, if the West developed an unapologetic air.

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      5. I have an Egypt question. I understand that country might be a cultural crossroads… and the norms might not allow it… but an interest of mine is pagan revivalism. Is there anything like this? I remember reading there are Coptic and Melkite Christians among others. As well as different Moslems. But are there any attempts at Pre-Christian or non-Semitic religion/spirituality?

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      6. I am not aware of such approaches in Egypt to revive pre-Christian or pre-Islamic cultures. Egyptians are proud of their pharaonic past; strict Christians or Muslims, of course, are not. The Islamization of Egypt took place almost 1,400 years ago. That’s a long time, and it took place when Egypt was part of the Eastern Roman Empire, the pharaonic era long gone.
        If one is looking for traces of ancient Arab culture, it is less so in Egypt. As I said, the Pharaonic, and at times the Persian and Roman occupants, shaped pre-Islamic and also pre-Christian Egypt.
        A good impression of the pre-Islamic culture can be found in the poetry of the Bedouins, nomads on the Arabian peninsula. There, pagan gods play a role, especially moon goddesses, love and the longing for women.
        Both religions, Islam and Christianity with different beliefs, have a firm grip on the people here. Although an Egyptian told me that many Muslims no longer practice their faith, that their faith does not come from the “heart”. Can be, can not be.
        In Cairo, I once had trouble with an Egyptian student from the film academy. He was fascinated by death and raised the discussion dangerously emotional. There I had the feeling that “something” chthonic of old gods spoke through him. It was rather frightening, I think, rather pharaonic.

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      7. I could get on with the Bedouins, in another life. In America, second and third generation Middle Easterners often become secular. It leaves a hole in the soul. I ask because there has been a kind of fringe element surrounding Islam, at times, in which the old Goddesses seem to have power. Coincidentally, I had read that Cairo experienced problems with apostasy long ago, with women denying Allah through hedonistic ways. An interesting thought, given that before this in Egypt was shared Baubo between Greeks and natives.

        Your encounter sounds spooky. In my younger days i worked as a nurse’s aide, and saw strange things that didn’t bear orthodox fruit.

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      8. Thank you, great thoughts!
        That meets with my idea currently to make contact with Bedouins. But not here in Egypt, they are suspicious and responsible for so many kidnappings, ransom etc. If with Bedouins, then in a country like Saudi Arabia. The government provides the tribes with helicopter money. Saudi Arabia is opening up to tourism, that would be an opportunity.
        Secularization is also present in Islamic dominated countries, doesn’t mean Muslims without religion are looking for old gods. It usually creates a state of uprooting, escapism into everyday life, as defined by the West as progress. Above all, sexualization. Arab women are the epitome of sensuality, in purely sexual terms they are in no way inferior to men and make intensive use of it despite Sharia law.
        Last year, an Egyptian actress made an éclat by publicly admitting she had no time to go to mosque. The north of Egypt is industrialized. And there we are at the problem for the loss of faith: industrialization also in 19th century Europe, consequently devastating wars, dematerialization of life, etc.
        Funnily enough, two goddesses are mentioned in the Koran, which were then revised by Muhammad, monotheism threatened to crash. Muslims call this Shirk, as associating other deities with Allah, which is forbidden. You perceived the assassination attempt on Salman Rushdie in Chautauqua, during a reading. The passage in the Koran meant was the occasion of his novel “The Satanic Verses”. Ultra-orthodox Muslims cannot forgive.
        O. K., Baubo, the naked shameless woman ignored by the virtuous Demeter. Egyptian mentality, I had an interesting conversation with a cultural worker from Switzerland. We agreed then that the old pharaonic high culture, the influence of the Ptolemies down to Cleopatra a typical Arab identity could not be developed until today. Also the Egyptian dialect deviates very far from the High Arabic.
        The Arabs appear in Egypt massively only with the culture of Muslims, and these were Arabs of the Arabian peninsula, who accepted the Islamic faith before, in order to start then their booty and war campaign in the name of Allah.
        In a literature about the history of pharaonic Egypt I found the term “sand runners”, with which there were difficulties from time to time. This could have meant Arab Bedouins in the desert, but they played no cultural or political role in ancient Egypt.

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      9. Well now, that is truly fascinating. My only exposure to Middle Eastern culture has been undesirable. Either from academic papers which struggle with unbiased humanism… or, less nobly, immigrants in the welfare fraud business who give their homelands bad names. And movies. I love the film Lawrence of Arabia. It’s funny, the rabbithole I tumbled down that led me to wonder about Egyptians, Arabs and North Africans was doing my research on the Palaeolithic Venuses, Fat Goddesses and why they disappeared. Ergo Baubo, who was shown as a fairly fat woman. But there were other things as well.

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      10. In Europe, too, many refugees bring not only their culture but also Islam into disrepute. Let them do it, Islam does not fit to Europe anyway. History has settled it, Charles Martell for what later became France, and almost a thousand years later the Battle of Ofen in Austria.
        Women: The female ideal in Pharaonic Egypt was slim, I know of no voluptuous figures on temple walls or in tombs. Even today, newborns in Egypt are tiny, much smaller than babies in Europe.
        From Baubo I found the representation of a torso with harp, very unspectacular figure, where I had trouble to recognize that it is a woman. But if you have other originals, send them to me. See you later.

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      11. I suppose it does not. True about Phaoronic Egypt. But my extremely limited knowledge makes me think there were many Egypts, over the ages – per your fascinating suggestion Egypt only recently got a common culture that’s solid. Anyways. In pockets of North Africa and Islamic controlled Egypt were, I guess you would say now, according to the post-Christian, Liberal West, lurid accounts of fertility rituals. Quite gravitic in nature. There is a sociologist, Marion Katz, who wrote a very detailed, uncensored and graphic report of the traditions among Cairose womenfolk, which were hotly contested by their imams.

        Should I become aware of other Baubo or Venus figurines/murals omitted from my link, I will inform you. Godspeed for now – we have a baby shower to attend for a friend.

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      12. We are all only human. Religion tries to regulate man, under the iron hand ancient traditions continue, no matter what the clergy says about it. This is also the case in Islam. The Islamic centuries are very changeable, once tolerant and open, then restrictive again.
        In North Africa, there were even women who wandered from place to place with erotic stories. Men would come and listen to them tell stories of strong long penises and hot sex, a kind of storytelling porn.

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      13. Love changes our lives like death. I never wanted to get married. But then I met – she: beautiful, intelligent, gifted, talented, a female body that I began to conquer the longer we were together. She died three years ago.

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