Optimism is Cowardice

Facing facts squarely in the face. Emphasis added.

Despite the impediments, however, I am fundamentally optimistic about our movement.

Spengler:

Faced as we are with this destiny, there is only one world-outlook that is worthy of us, that which has already been mentioned as the Choice of Achilles — better a short life, full of deeds and glory, than a long life without content. Already the danger is so great, for every individual, every class, every nation, that to cherish any illusion whatever is deplorable. The march of time cannot be halted; there is no question of prudent retreat or clever renunciation. Only dreamers believe there is a way out. Optimism is cowardice.

Yockey:

If pessimism is despair, optimism is cowardice and stupidity. Is there any need to choose between them?

I will rephrase Spengler and Yockey: Unwarranted optimism is cowardice and stupidity – a form of moral cowardice and self-serving stupidity.

At the current time, optimism is completely, utterly, unwarranted.

Facts: Der Movement is an unmitigated failure, Whites are celebrating their own demise, HBD hero Rushton is accused by a fellow HBDer (Dutton) as being a race-mixing adulterer and cherry picker of data.

The Man on White Horse Syndrome is another permutation of the moral cowardice of optimism.  Unable to face harsh reality, activists descend into a bright fantasy land in which Reagan or Putin or Trump is going to be their God Emperor and Savior.  There is always some deus ex machina that is going to save us from our predicament, with little or no effort on our part: fairy tales for weak-minded people.

Yeats:

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

 The best lack all conviction, while the worst

 Are full of passionate intensity.

Finally:

 And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,

 Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

The Death of the West and the (Self) Destruction of the White Race

That’s reality.  Face it.  

Spengler:

We are born into this time and must bravely follow the path to the destined end. There is no other way. Our duty is to hold on to the lost position, without hope, without rescue, like that Roman soldier whose bones were found in front of a door in Pompeii, who, during the eruption of Vesuvius, died at his post because they forgot to relieve him. That is greatness. That is what it means to be a thoroughbred. The honorable end is the one thing that can not be taken from a man.

I differ from Spengler, as I’ve written a number of times, in the assumption of definitive inevitability in his description.  Inevitability in human affairs is a myth, a self-perpetuating myth: once you accept something as inevitable then it becomes in fact inevitable.  

Even at this late hour, we have a choice.  Even now, there is a slim hope of redemption.  That is not cowardly optimism: I see the chance, the hope, as slim, the great likelihood of utter failure, the maw of the abyss beckons.  But 99% certainty is not 100%.  If racial activists wake up, destroy the Old Movement, spurn and mock and reject the quota queens, eschew affirmative action, turn their backs on fossilized dogma and blind faith, and build a New Movement with competent leadership, that slim chance can be leveraged.  

But if we continue on the current path, we are doomed, and any optimism to the contrary is cowardice, and, truth be told, self-serving, rent-seeking behavior as well when expressed by those who personally benefit from the current state of affairs. Treason to race and civilization in exchange for the thirty pieces of silver deposited in the tin cup.

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