The Hierarchical Heresy

Hierarchy.

The word has become something of a prelude to incantations of aspirations for lofty empire and personal mastery among the contemporary dissident-right. Discerning ears will oft hear the rightist cry of, “We need strong leadership!” Yet, seemingly invariably, once a leader steps up to the plate (or is merely proffered by others as a viable option) he will be roundly denounced for all manner of “reasons” which are all too often inherently unreasonable and, perhaps worse, unprincipled.

Consider the case of Florida attorney, Thelemite and right-wing Libertarian, Augustus Sol Invictus (Austin Gillespie) who was blithely undercut by his own party who scathingly condemned him for ostentation, wackiness, “radicalism” as well as a general lack of respectability. Nevermind that he was the most stalwartly libertarian or the most clearly transformative candidate, touting a message of political insurrection and the right of the people to defend themselves from the pestiferous tyranny of government oversight even if it meant outright war (a melodramatic but definitively Libertarian talking point – consider this not from your own political position but from that of a libertarian), nevermind also that he hit almost all the libertarian talking points, shrinking government, cutting taxes, protecting the environment, personal liberty, the NAP and so on – none of that mattered because he sacrificed a goat. Despite the fact that Invictus’ sacrifice was in no objectively measurable way different from eating some roasted goat dish at any given Mediterranean restaurant he was roundly condemned all the same. Not for leadership qualities, not for legal reasons, but because he was considered to be “too extreme.”

Let us turn our attention to another more stark example within the Libertarian Party, that of the presidential candidate, Gary Johnson, the former Governor of New Mexico. One of the central tenets of the current iteration of Libertarianism within the United States is that the government should not have any say in what a given individual does outside of enforcing the law (sometimes with minor exceptions in relation to transitory processes leading out of existing ‘tyrannical’ government intrusion). Gary Johnson, however, believed that the government was perfectly within its rights to intervene in privately owned business affairs – specifically in regards to upholding “civil rights.” This issue came to the fore during one of the rather amusingly theatrical Libertarian Presidential debates hosted by John Stossel, the be-mustached token-atheist and doctrinal Libertarian host of FOX New’s Stossel.

During the debate the relatively unknown but extremely popular (within Libertarian circles) candidate, Austin Petersen declared that Johnson wasn’t a true Libertarian because, were he elected, he would utilize the government to ensure that businesses weren’t discriminating against their customers for religious reasons. Johnson attempted to respond, stating that, “Discrimination on the basis of religion is a Black Hole!” but was curtly cut-off by Peterson who demanded an answer to the question, “Should Jewish bakers be legally forced to bake Nazi wedding cakes?” Johnson responded with an emphatic, “Yes,” and shortly thereafter went on to win the Libertarian Party nomination for the Presidential Race which everyone knew he would most certainly lose (just in case you have taken up residence upon the seabed – he did).

Now, what to make of all this? Well, the first thing that needs be noted is that regardless of your opinions regarding Libertarianism (mine are admittedly low) or the Libertarian Party, Austin Petersen was perfectly correct when he said that Johnson was not a true Libertarian, if True Libertarian means one who holds to every major precept of party doctrine. However, his civil rights policy of legal enforcement as regards “discrimination prevention” the candidate was in flagrant violation of party policy. Johnson was effectively a nominal Democrat who loved the idea of mass migration and hasheesh. Never you mind the other failings of the candidate, such as his ignorance of the situation in Aleppo, his strange outbursts of rage (specifically in regards to any who dared use the phrase “illegal immigrant”) or his inability to name even a single foreign political leader.

Any of the other candidates were better for the party by the party’s own standards and yet they chose Johnson. One might rightly ask why bother maintaining party policy if it is not adhered to? All of this reveals a fundamental inversion of hierarchy within the Libertarian Party. Perceived affability, eccentricity and marijuana-affinity are deemed qualifying leadership qualities – a drive towards marketability rather than character. Instability is mistaken for righteous indignation. Dizzying ignorance is mistaken for “being one of the people – just a regular Joe.” He doesn’t have time to study stuffy nonsense like general geography – he’s got doobies to burn and Coors to swill! Don’t be so hard on him, he might not be able to point out Aleppo on a map or name a single foreign leader but he’s one of us – the people.

The latter remark is one of the most telling and is a virus which permeates throughout the whole of America’s cultural politik – the idea that what is most desirable in any given candidate is that they be plebeian. This is an understandable notion (though not a desirable one), after all, what rightly vigorous, self-respecting and upright man really wants to admit that one’s leaders are above him in any capacity. Man’s ego recoils at the very notion! Its the cranial whispering of the aspiring alpha – that is, most men – “Dash the throne til I sit upon it!” Here it is instructive to cast the cry back into that great and whispering dark, “But what if the crown doesn’t fit?!”

Naturally, the crown rarely fits as a quick cast-back through the caverns of one’s memory palace will assuredly reveal. After all, when one seeks out a car mechanic one is, by the very action itself, admitting in no uncertain terms that as regards mechanical repair the seeker is second rate – else ways one would fix one’s own car. This is axiomatic. As has been previously noted this is primarily (though not solely) due to ego’s interference in the logical faculties – the cult of individualism is also here at play. There is then a great and pressing need for a return to “knowing’s one’s place,” a cruel sounding edict but one which is essential to a properly ordered and highly functioning grouping. If you are incapable of rallying your brethren and your neighbor isn’t then, in terms of leadership, he is manifestly and objectively better than you just as a Democratic candidate who advocates for Monarchy is a manifestly and objectively poor Democrat or how a Libertarian who adheres to government coercion is manifestly more poorly qualified than one who does not.

One should not be afraid to say, “He is better than thee,” so long as one is humble enough to say, “He is better than me.”

Aesthetics of the Terrestrische Lehramt

We, the ceaseless et ferro, reject all art for its own sake. First and foremost due to the logical incoherence of the proposition; art can in no wise have a sake for it has not a self! The creation of art for its own sake – pah! – such is the narcissistic impulse of ego massaging, a pastime of the directionless or the self-deficient. Man’s ego needs not furnishing or some kind of “dressing up” but rather a grand bolstering in both strength and magnitude.

We affirm, in all quarters, the artist whose craft is brought into delicate synthesis with the whole of his goals. That daring soul who realizes that all avenues of terrestrial action lead back to the will and forth to the realization of it’s directionality. No more will we craft or applaud the works of the escapists and the neutralists – those ossified and fascicle purveyors of utopia – remember well the genesis of the word, “Nowhere!” and such is just where it shall lead us! Rather than escaping from the banal, the tedious, the painful, the arduous and the terrifying, the artist should be actively working to confront and stamp out all those aspect which he had hitherto flown from. Such purpose should be central to our art.

The Critics we shall applaud and dismiss in the most high-handed of fashions those who frump and pout, screaming, “Everyone’s a critic these days.” They invariably say it with a theatrical shake of the head, a note of venom on the tongue, the faux-exasperation of the socialite with too much time on his hands – as if it were a bad thing. Every man should be a critic and a most scathing, blunt and incisive one at that. Our works shall be critical tools, first for the smashing of art with a capital A, the calcified remnants of dogma and “institutionalism,” then plied to the creation of dynamic new artistic collectives.

We affirm the bohemians and the hermeticists, both whom exalt art for a purpose higher then mere, blase stimulation, that gateway to hedonism, and champion their methods; first, art as communal binding, second, art as sacral crystallization – we shall add the third – art as driving mechanical force, a leaping off the high, jagged promontory of the age and free-flying above it’s accumulated filth, inhaling the salted breeze as we turn our faces, not skyward, but to the roiling earth below.

In our flight we envision soaring mega-structures of concrete and iron, glass and steel whose roots seek down the very heart of the earth, encompassing the globe like a great chitin shell, a godly suit of mail, reflecting our unshakable, metallic resolve. We see criss-crossing railways that snake across, above and beneath the tilting ambit of those ominous structures like the luminous, colossal tendrils of our very souls, heralding sleek, titanium vessels that roll out and down from the hundreds of thousands of tracks, into and out of buildings and under and out of the ground, dispatching “the road” with their stupendous omnidirectionality. We spy factories who billow clouds of smoke as grey as that which whisks from the cigarettes we smoke in symbolic delight, out of whose clanking innards pour a ecstatic conglomerate of sweating, straining eisenhausers, who, by fiery and stolid drive to terrestrial mastery, drain the fetid bogs and muck-filled swamps, cut the trees and bushes, divert the rivers and streams and glass the snowy wastes! We envision, in those conquered lands, the erection of industrial academies who hurl out upon the world a magnificent cavalcade of warrior-poets who dispense with the adage: The pen is mightier than the sword. Adopting instead the battle-cry: The pen IS the sword!

With this vision in mind we reject with utmost fervor the doctrine of separation, that codification of unwritten laws which reads: Art for the stars, man for the earth. Instead we shout: Art for the reshaping of the world – the stars can wait!