This is the End Part Two

Standoff at Checkpoint Charlie

Standoff at Checkpoint Charlie

Perhaps one World War could have been tolerable to the European piggy-bank, but two was pushing it too far.  Entire economies and wholesale infrastructures devastated and nations completely impoverished in a set of engagements from which Europe still has genuinely to recover, god knows the cost to American foreign policy.  Unable to maintain their extended empires, the Western sphere of influence winnowed and shrank dramatically, its only remain exponent of any influence being the United States which was already gearing up for a third and titanic conflict–this time with the Soviet Union–that thankfully never came to fruition.  But nature despises a vacuum.  All the pomp and national spirit that had characterized western nations at the outset of World War One had been totally drained.  Within this came something born of the egalitarianism of the West but something I’m forced to characterize altogether differently; Marxism, already germinating within the national character of all western nations grew infectious and lugubrious, the constant threat of red revolution now a problem of international scale.  This gave rise to post-modernism, the obscene doctrine of Derrida and other filthy counter-culture gurus which would ultimately erase any last semblance of national pride in several generations time, a problem now endemic.

What can I say?  We’re really good at killing each other and becoming poor doing it.  On top of that, our egalitarianism, once a monstrous strength, is made a weakness with the miserable doctrine of white guilt, itself so insidious and perverted a form of racism that the hairs of my knuckles bristle at its bare mention.

As was demonstrated within the Crimean War, European powers could no longer help but interfere in each other’s affairs–to such a extent, criminal–god knows. Knowing that an unfair fight is only the fight you lose, they were more than happy to drag in at least erstwhile allies into frankly unrelated affairs. While certainly the French, English, and Ottomans won the Crimean War, they hardly outfought their opposition, but they were able to sustain more casualties and certain weaknesses were demonstrated within the Russian military machine. In the future, western states won’t fight each other, for the most part, without the allied assistance of other western states. So you have the Triple Entente and the Central Powers and so you have a devastated Europe following World War I, whose consequences were certainly grave.

Flower of European Manhood

Flower of European Manhood

Not only had the war impoverished all the players, but the flower of European manhood had died on the field, succeeded altogether too frequently by invalids and amputees, a living reminder of the war’s costs and consequences. As yet, this was not the death knell of empire, but things certainly didn’t bode well. There were too few men of military age, and the maintenance of foreign holdings wasn’t exactly inexpensive, especially considering the lack of military-age men. On top of that, the fury of Marxism had gripped and obliterated the once great state of Imperial Russia and was now pushing into central Europe only to be defeated by Poland in what was termed “The Miracle on the Vistula.” I would argue that Marxism removed Russia from the western fold, and began a campaign of misinformation against the role of empire all the while maintaining the imperial holdings of Russia throughout Siberia and the far East, even maintaining a protectorate in Mongolia.

World War I nearly destroyed empire and altogether savaged the dignity and dominance of western paradigms.

In World War II, the West reaped what it had sown.

The French and English, but mostly the French, has insisted upon financial punishments against Germany so abusive as to prevent its recovery, which was understandable considering the mauling the French had received, but it nevertheless sowed the seeds for the National Socialist seizure of the reigns of state which shortly precipitated the Second World War. Fascism and National Socialism aren’t really quite the same as Marxism, but I’d count them as similar philosophies distinguished by Fascism’s highly nationalistic character that at least venerates, in parts, Western Civilization. But, with the crystallization of the Soviet Union and the rise of Fascism in Spain, Germany, and Italy, Western Civilization seemed to be few and far between. Poland, France, Britain, Norway, and a few more minor states seemed to be its only proponents still remaining in Europe, a sad state of affairs. But the Second World War was not fought on ideals, it was fought for the sake of anschluss, whether literal or economic. The rest of the Anglophone world arose for the sake of the eEuropean fatherland, and in wars that devastated Europe, the far East, and the shoals of the Pacific, only two contenders were still standing strong enough to dominate international politics, the Soviet Union and the United States, whose economies were ironically invigorated by very necessity, left at the war in a position of absolute manufacturing dominance. Aside from the US, the West no longer mattered. France and Britain were forced in time to surrender their imperial holdings as much for reasons of public opinion as physical necessity.

Warsaw, 1945

Warsaw, 1945

And I don’t believe the West ever recovered. It never retrieved its national character, allowing itself to be dominated from within by Marxist voices even after the Soviet state had collapsed. I pray the West proves me wrong, but with divisive identity politics and an absolutely libelous major news media, it seems the narrative no longer follows any truth, much less our truth. My hope genuinely lies with Eastern Europe, who seem more aware–and more proud–of their national character than can be seen elsewhere. Much as they are relatively, per capita, impoverished, they have good hard souls.

May god save us from such soldiers.

May god save us from such soldiers.

That’s the end of my Western Civilization series.  I have chosen to end on a cautionary note.  I apologize if it comes across as alarmist.  This series was not written merely to inform and neither simply to develop an argument, even if only from the perspective of an amateur.  I have no doubt the next generation will be formative, and if good people cannot find their pride, the world will collapse into some globalist hellscape that eradicates from the earth all the wondrous songs of diverse and disparate civilizations, of which the western is merely one, but it is my one.