The Lost Territories of the West: How Our Cities All Became Parisian Suburbs
The evidence of what we in the West have done, and our cowardice, is now visible on the streets.
Rod Dreher
October 23, 2023
A protest song calling out rich politicians for their indifference to the pain of working people has hit a nerve and topped the music charts, both in the U.S. & around the world.
Lessons from the shocking memoir of a top South African electricity executive.
Camus rejects the idea that le grand remplacement is a conspiracy. It’s not a conspiracy; it’s an observation.
If you want to understand the many-symptomed sickness that has overtaken modern culture, and begin finding our way to a cure, there is perhaps no better secular guide than Iain McGilchrist.
The narrative is “everything is fine in South Africa.” This understanding is stuck in 1991. To admit that the South African project hasn’t worked would be an immense political and ideological failure for the West.
His supporters love Trump not for what he has done or failed to do. They love him because he is hated by the same people who hate them.
When leftist ideologues constantly excuse criminality and other anti-social behavior, and at the same time damn white conservative males as bigots for defending law and order, and affirming the morality of violence to stop criminals—well, this is how Trump voters are made.
The thing Prime Minister Orbán did not say, but easily could have, is that the West is quite decadent, and in civilizational decline by almost any measure.
These populist parties are rising in popularity because the established parties of both left and right have sold out the interests of their peoples.
It falls to sane ordinary people—like the Polish men at the swimming pool last weekend—to be outraged by the outrageous.
A world without Chartres, without Mont Saint-Michel, without Pernand-Vergelesses, without Monet and Matisse, without the oysters of Brittany, the butter of Normandy, and the quenelles of Lyon, and without autumnal strolls through the Luxembourg Gardens, and a spring gallivant up the Boulevard Saint-Germain would be a world of acute poverty.
The Lexi character is becoming normal among the young raised in the comforts and choices of late capitalism. They cannot bear even the slightest glitch in the matrix of experience without going to pieces.
