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Walter Devereux

Alt-right sympathizer & recovering academic, moonlighting as a NRx theorist

Silmarils, Synthwave, and Sham Futurism

The final great creative offerings of Faustian man before the snows of civilizational winter begin to descend upon his soul reveal much about what Paul Tillich (indulge your author) referred to as his "ultimate concern." A man in decline, vaguely aware of himself and his coming end, inevitably turns his mind in one of two directions, whose paths he can never hope to tread. Either he embraces his fate, but pines for the magical youth of fantastic ideals and dreams-made-real or he rejects it and

Requiem For A Dream: The Broken Pedestal Of Martin Luther King, Jr.

The John F. Kennedy assassination papers released by President Trump several weeks ago were in large part a disappointment. Most of the established theories remain unchanged, and very little was revealed about Oswald himself other than that there was panic among very prominent American communists after the shooting. Eyebrows, however, were raised about the contents of several reports unrelated to JFK—and there has been panic among very prominent American academics as a result. The Thor’s Oak int

The Devil is in the Details

For all the talk of returning to a deep-rooted and traditional past, the dissident right has retained perhaps the most defining trait of the modern West. Be it the cold eugenicists rooting for Richard Spencer, the neo-pagans beating each other up in the hills of Virginia, or the merely the latter-day Cynics of Moldbuggian NRx, all branches of the dissident right have a place for Christianity outside the doors of their future society. In spite of 1500 years of history shaping the West, the friend

Every Knee Shall Bow: Against The Cult Of Sport In America

LEAR …whoreson dog! you slave! you cur! OSWALD I am none of these, my lord; I beseech your pardon LEAR [striking him] Do you bandy looks with me, you rascal? OSWALD I’ll not be struck, my lord. KENT Nor tripped neither, you base football player! -King Lear; Act I, Scene iv Sport and spectacle define a society in the midst of decay. Absent the glories of war and the satisfaction of creation, the spiritually deteriorated man finds substitutes for true accomplishment in sport. At their height,

Herostratos Rising, or: When Boomers Attack!

At the nadir of the Trojan War, with the Achaeans demoralized and defeated and King Agamemnon suggesting sailing home, Ajax and Odysseus were sent in a final effort to recruit Achilles back into the Achaean ranks. The hero, wounded by Agamemnon, is complimented, cajoled, and exhorted by Odysseus to fight for the Greeks against Troy—and then rejects them, declaring My [immortal] mother Thetis tells me that there are two ways in which I may come to my end. If I stay here and fight, I shall lose

Justice and Judgement Among the Eloi

Language is a strange thing as one observes its shifts, its ebbs and flows both reflect and alter the social realities it expresses. Consider, for instance, the German Recht and English “right”. Both words originate (along with the Latin rectus) as “clear in direction, straight”. Throughout the Indo-European languages, though, it (universally) came to mean something far more profound—a directing force, the correct way of doing something. For the Germanic people, this was related to hands and fig

Lament for the Passing of the Folktale

The power of the written word has always been frail. Socrates sneered at the thought of writing anything, asserting the power of tradition; de Maistre dismissed the written constitution as a sign of the fragility of principles contained therein; in a more banal and recent example, people criticize politicians who use teleprompters. There is something about the written form that strikes the Salt of the Earth as lacking in the desired savour. At its very best, the written form is adjudged to posse

The Social Feminine at the Civilizational Turn

It’s almost cliché to open with a citation from Plato’s Republic; your humble author is not humble enough to avoid the assumption that all of our readership has taken a freshman philosophy class. Then again, as our society becomes more engrossed in the grotesque effort to extend adolescence deep into the decrepitude of the nursing home, revisiting a freshman philosophy class might have value. In Book VIII of The Republic, Socrates is conversing with Glaucon on the natural regression of governmen