How They Shut Down Populist
Latvijans
By © E. Antons
Benjamiņš, 2017
A
countryside Populist is employed by Nature all day long; an urban Populist
chokes and enslaves Nature until it dies.
*As
in ‘...we received (learned of) ourselves as a company.
(Part 2)
It is nine kilometers from
my house to the nearest village grocery store. There live along this stretch of
the road approximately twenty people; there used to live several hundred. The road
used to have a wood on both sides of it, now there are open fields where wheat
and other grains are raised. No one in the village recalls the saying: “If on
the road you meet a wolf, cross to the other side.” The implication: the wolf
will then not trouble you.
A few years ago, when I
happened to visit the local mayor’s office, he proudly showed me a photograph
with four dead wolves. With a proud tone in his voice, he told me these had
been shot in a nearby wood. Clearly, the mayor knew nothing about the history
of the village he was ‘governor’ of. While a ‘good’ man, intellectually the
mayor was as uneducated about the ways of Nature as any visitor from the city.
Another neighbor told me
that in the Soviet days, the local hunters had no trouble shooting their quota
of 23 elk every hunting season, while by my day the poachers had left only a
few. These occasionally surprise one by running across the road in front of
one’s car. I discovered the jawbones of one such elk in the ruins of an
abandoned old mill when I went to check whence the smell of carion. It turned
out to be a dead dog buried in a pile of rubbish that was being dumped into the
gutted innards of the old building through window frames that had fallen out a long
time ago. A hundred feet further a two hundred year old apple tree still
struggled to survive, its lower branches pulled down by the weight of winter
snow and peeling bark off its trunk. My resources allowed me to do no more than
relieve the tree of undue stress and saw off the branches. An old inn, its roof
still intact when I arrived in the area (twenty years ago), is now but a pile
of bricks. Yet another neighbor told me that in her youth the laborers of
nearby kolkhozes had held parties there.
So, ruin is all that is
left of the peasant Populist dreamland in Latvija. In fact, today there is
neither Latvija or dream. The descendants of once real-time Latvian Populists
(and Herrnhuters) are today’s hunters, poachers, perpetually drunk former
peasants and wood cutters of last resort, a small army of whores jerking off
men all over the world, and mindless government officials—all taught in
government run schools. Not that these unfortunates remember or any one urges
them to remember their past. Their government has persuded them that the main
directives come not from a Sacred King who resides in Jerusalem, but from
Brussels. It is not that the unfortunates have become what they are willingly. They
are what the descendants of the elitists of the Age of Enlightenment have made
them: they are unemployed Populists in an utterly inconsequential reality.
If the Livonian Populists
of three hundred years ago were petrified of the armed men they had somehow survived,
and feared them as harbingers of the future, and believed it wise to hide from
them in the woods and swamps, today’s Latvian Populists of the city do as
Populists do in the cities the world over: they take ‘ecstasy’ tablets, have sex on
the spot, steal, smash store windows, and
kill at random though not necessarily in that order. Witless Latvijan city based
government officials name these subjects ‘lawless forces of chaos’, and pompously
strut the police and laws so as to intimidate, even as they dare prepare for their
own glory a 100th Anniversary celebration (in 2018) of the Republic
of Latvija in barely disguised ignorance of their Peoples history.
If we look at the evidence
that comes by way of written records, albeit already compromised by the story,
we can see the manipulations of the googlers of Early Middle Ages clearly
enough. I have already observed how early editors may have juxtaposed
consonants (so-called Grimm’s
law)
L with R, B with V, J with G, etc. and in the process changed languages, meanings
of words and events. Other contrarians have noted that epic stories, too, may
describe events other than the ones named. For example, Homer’s epics “The Illiad*”
and “Odyssey” may not be describing the aftermath of the rape of King Menaleus’s
wife Helen by Paris. Instead, it may be telling the story of infighting among
the Vikings at the time they began to make their violent forays from the Baltic
Sea
down the Dniepr River. Since an arrow makes Achiles a clubfoot, he may have
been a Russian (see footnote above on the epistemology of the word ‘krīvs’ and
how it relates to the word ‘clubfoot’). It was such forays against the peaceful
innocent which shattered the tranquility of the wooded lands of Ukraine, rather
than the lust of a punk prince named Paris.
*This
link (The Iliad) is lengthy and full of the presumptions of the academics of
our times. Even so, I prefer to link to it than the short links that cannot say
their say without being facetitious,
Another topic that is
neglected in our days is that of “The Golden Age”.
Though the topic of a past golden age had its place in the pastoral
literature of Populist England (before the extermination of the
Ludites) and Longfellow’s America (as late as Robert
Frost’s “Birches”),
the age and urban
haiku has replaced it as irrelevant. This is not surprising,
as most college students in America know only virtual reality and deem their
forebears’s life-style to have been that of stuffed turkeys in the Dark Ages.
Will
the Populists, the People, the Ludies, the Narod of the wood never awaken
again? Or will they, storm trooped by elites in flight of the horrors they’ve
sown, return in the wake of their ebb and give birth to a child on the
road?
No comments:
Post a Comment