In May 2018, Ireland’s pro-life movement suffered a devastating defeat, but they are rallying, dedicated to the legacy of defiance that is so uniquely Irish. Their story deserves to be told, and I hope I have done it justice.
For today’s conservatives enduring the assaults of the constant neo-Jacobin revolution of today, the adventures of Manfred Arcane are seductively reactionary.
Indeed, why should a policy of unlimited free trade and ‘small government’ per se be conservative?
A truly virtuous masculinity would involve men becoming capable of imitating Andrew Tate and then willingly refusing to do so. For what could be less admirable than a man who publicly makes performative utterances against the villain while living vicariously through his exploits?
In Paris, despite Anne Hidalgo’s efforts, there are still traditions that resist, and on every street corner you can acquire, for the modest sum of one euro and a few cents, a piece of happiness and eternity.
What we see in the world of artifice—on Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook—is the substitution of the person with a manufactured icon; a shallow image reflected back in the clear pool.
Natsume’s works that wrestled with themes such as sin and responsibility are indebted to his experiences with Christianity.
Advent’s “O Antiphons,” like the snow, return annually, always fresh. They call us to renew the faith that animates Europe’s beating heart.
Defeating the pandemic became a matter of national pride, and the wishes, freedoms, and even the lives of individuals become secondary to that aim. Almost anything was permitted—including brutality in pursuit of the aim of winning the fight.
Without the safeguards of law, freedom would be no blessing. Our societies would be Hobbesian in the true sense: liberty would give way to nightmarish anarchy.
To label one’s opponents as ‘antidemocratic’ may make rhetorical sense, but if the values held as sacred have no foundation besides being considered so by the majority, they will inevitably fail when significant minorities beg to differ.
Africa is the ultimate ‘red pill.’ Fundamental facts and basic truths lying just under a thin surface of dusty terrain are easily laid bare because they are not hidden under thick concrete layers of distortions and lies repeated over and over.
Opening our hearts to contemplating the battlefield’s significance causes us to consider what we owe our people and our nation—generations dead, living, and unborn—and particularly to those whose remains now build up the very soil we stand on.
The fruits of conquest—even when sown by a vicious desire for profit or punishment—can, in time, be conquered by the conquered, turned to the advantage of a besieged people. The debt of European modernity to Mongolian expansion illustrates this.
University professor Antonio de Castro mapped a network of foreign entities he saw as responsible for promoting Catalan separatism, with factions within the establishment foreign super powers weakening Spain to further their interests.
“Our Europe and the way we see the world focuses on freedom—cultural, social, religious—while the Europe of Brussels bureaucrats means only restrictions and totalitarianism.”
Bolivar is part of Latin American identity, but in order to transcend the limits of his legacy, he must be understood as the repentant revolutionary that he was. Were he a hero, he would be a tragic one.
Politicians come and go, but the monarch provides continuity in the life of a nation that looks beyond the moment.
The normality of the attendees can perhaps be described by the self-defined “common sense” approach of the party, coupled with broad policies rather than a one-trick-pony approach often associated with marginal parties.
A people do not become a nation—however tiny and insignificant a nation—until they possess a literature; just as a man becomes a man only when he reveals his personality through speech.
Whilst I’m reluctant to trivialise the many mental health illnesses and anxieties that modern people claim, I suspect that much of their emotional confusion is just what everyone normally feels. The difference being, however, that the young modern was told that such feelings had been—or would be with the next cultural revolution—banished by Progress.
Our age is defined not by conversationalists seeking truth together through meaningful debate and discussion. Rather, it is dominated by slurs, slogans, and political catchphrases.
It was with Kublai Khan that the Mongol experiment would find its highest expression. He neither replaced nor remained apart from Chinese culture; he made it the center of his political project and offered China a national state.
“The fact that the Holy See does not explain the sanction is deplorable,” a local priest described as a “staunch traditionalist” said. “But to say that it comes from nowhere is a lie.”
Every revolution begins with just one man. So does every counter-revolution. All of our many foes have taken that lesson to heart. We have not. And unless we demand total victory, as they do, all we’ll get is more lumps.
Will a renewed influx of Ukrainians, especially amid the ongoing fallout of Hungary’s energy crisis, test the limits of the Magyars’ generosity?
To apply to myth the reigning science of the day, in an attempt to transform it into a factual chronicle of human affairs, means inevitably to mangle what is most intrinsic to myth: its kaleidoscopic abundance, its playfulness, its immeasurable depth.
Intellectual adventure is not available to bees, who simply do as they do in obedience to their limited nature. The hive may be a place of cohesion, but it contains no libraries, paintings, or statues to heroic bees of the past. Human life without the humanities would be much the same: cut off from our roots, deprived of meditation, and locked in an eternal now. The cult of relevance makes prisoners of us all.
The enemy advocates for a borderless world, free of family loyalty, religion, identity—anything that might obstruct a pliable global marketplace.
Streets in Bucharest are lined with decaying neo-Brâncovenesc buildings. Instead of restoration, city-planners are heaping rubbish upon rubbish, building the same junk that has ruined cities from one end of Europe to the other.
