There are consequences for rejecting the gospel and persecuting the church. For making martyrs. For worshipping your tribe above all.
Your tribe will die.
There is a Babylon the Great to come, but we have many Babylons: the capitals of every western state, who love the barbarians who have neither Christ nor the Gospel nor mercy nor justice nor knowledge, but instead a sword and entitlement. John Wright is correct in his description of them: go read the entire thing.
It is a three stage trap into which they fall, and at each stage, for the best of reasons.
The first stage is an appeal to their sense of fairplay not to make a decision until all the facts are in, not to condemn the wicked until they are proved wicked, and to question everything, to question authority.
But this first stage trap closes when their sense of fairplay comes to the conclusion that no authority, not the authority of morality, not the authority of reason, not the authority of logic, can sit in judgment on any matter. They become so open minded that their brains fall out. They cease to reason in the name of fairplay.
Call this the Appeal to Equality. If all men are equal, no man’s opinion is better than any others’, and so there is no such thing as a right man and the wrong man, a right answer and a wrong answer, a civilized culture or barbaric one. The Appeal to Equality says that to think one answer correct and the other wrong, one behavior a vice and another a virtue, is a hasty judgment, even bigotry.
Reasoning becomes a hate crime.
Once they cease to reason, that is, cease to look at facts for answers, they are thrown back on their emotions and nothing else for a standard of judgment by which to organized their lives, and to build their model of the universe.
At this point, have lost the civilized gift of reason, they are barbarians.
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But having left reason behind in the name of equality, and having left Christian humility as well as pagan honor behind in the name of progress, they have no reason to expose themselves to self sacrifices of real martyrdom or real heroism.
What they do instead is act like spoiled brats and sick degenerates, antimoralists, who, when decent society shuns them for the sick self indulgence in sin and perversion, can claim to be brave (brave enough to give in to their darkest and sickest desires) and can claim to be martyrs (as if being mildly criticized for public displays of disgusting behavior is the same as death by torture).
And for the same reason so real injustices are never selected for correction. People who are never the targets for Morlock outrage happen to be the ones who hold real power, such as Oil Sheikhs funding international terrorism and funding regimes that slay homos, kill rape victims, and make women wear bags over their heads. The Morlocks do not fight or even criticize these powerful figures: indeed, they defend them, and call criticism of the terror masters an insanity, i.e. Islamophobia.
Fighting real power would require real courage and real sacrifice. The Morlock wishes to make only pretend sacrifices and get the applause for being courageous when he is not.
This false crusade for false crises is part of the end stage. It is a sing of society in decline: the end of the progressive project. For John Wright forgets to add one thing: these are not the Morlocks of the Time Traveller who, like the Sons of Martha, keep the bolts tightened and the machines going. These are not noble pagans, doing their duty by raising sons for the phalanx: and telling them to come back with their shield on on it.
Babylon the great is doomed for destruction. The progressive project, which has led to the divisions within our society, is leading to a hollow society, where people neither marry, nor breed, nor work and where there is no joy. It needs not a millstone. It will fall from within.
Then a mighty angel took up a stone like a great millstone and threw it into the sea, saying,
“So will Babylon the great city be thrown down with violence, and will be found no more; and the sound of harpists and musicians, of flute players and trumpeters, will be heard in you no more, and a craftsman of any craft will be found in you no more, and the sound of the mill will be heard in you no more, and the light of a lamp will shine in you no more, and the voice of bridegroom and bride will be heard in you no more, for your merchants were the great ones of the earth, and all nations were deceived by your sorcery. And in her was found the blood of prophets and of saints, and of all who have been slain on earth.”
We have been here before. On this day (Armistice Day) we should remember that. We were once confident in progress and the Imperium. We then lost our aristocracy, or at least the decent half of it, together with most of the bright young men from the grammar schools, in a Charnel House with various names: Somme, Ypres, Passcendale… and following that the Morlocks steopped into the vacuum. The Fabian socialists survived: the tradtitonalists did not.
The consequences of the first half of this was the stagflation of the 1970s, where England and New Zealand were held in thrall by the unions, and the unions obeyed their Masters from the Soviet.
But they lost. The Soviet empire fell, or retreated into the Labour Party and senior common room. From where they worked on destroying the culture. We are again at a point of stagnation: the petunia end game is here, and it will not be sweetness and light.
When the post mortem of the 21st century’s great Western Migrant Wars is finally penned, they will be viewed with the same horror and astonishment as preceding European fratricides. So much tears and blood that straggling foreigners had to breast-stroke through brackish gullies. And all so evilly avoidable. There was nothing other than to control ancient borders. A chore that had come within the easy mastery of even field peasant half-wits. But not enlightened Western man, whose children’s misery was nothing to his own morality.
Of course a man can’t give away a country that isn’t his exclusively to give–no matter how exquisite the shivers. And so others in rightful possession rose up. I’ve written before on the notion that diversity counterintuitively generates more venom within groups than between. That post was one of the most popular we’ve written, though not so much that it was likely recalled 48 hours later. So to reiterate, diversity + proximity = war. Intra-group war foremost.
We have a choice. It is simple.
We can continue down the path we are going. But we need to do that with clear eyes. That path leads to destruction.
Or we can accept that we have been more than foolish. We have been evil. We will need to hate the policies that have led us to be here: we will need to spend enough time on our knees that our spine is restored, and our anger becomes righteous. For God is witholding judgement so that we may return to him.
But gambling with this is akin to playing with destruction. This society could fall, or recover. Things are moving much faster than one would want, and even those who are in power have become passengers as the new culutral revolution their policies made runs out of control.
