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Triumph of the Chaotic Good: Reading "Bronze Age Mindset"

"Who is the Bronze Age Pervert?" Is a question many thousands of people have been asking for years now. Ask two different men on the street and you'll get three different answers. Some say he was the scion of a distinguished house of New England aristocrats set to inherit a vast fortune before being forced to flee the country after a certain debacle involving a senator's young wife, two dead Chinese diplomats and a kilo and a half of high-quality Bolivian cocaine. Others insist he was raised as a homeless street urchin in the slums of Rio, where he clawed his way out of the gutter, going from petty street hustler and pimp to drug lord to member of parliament by the time of his 30th birthday. Still others insist he doesn't actually exist at all and is instead some kind of collective phantasm, a simulacrum of the collective id of a million trapped office drones longing for escape or annihilation. These, at least, are the legends.

Your surprising well-connected author, however, can confirm that the Bronze Age Pervert is, in fact, both real and for real. As he is a real man who genuinely embodies the ideals he espouses. Beyond this, however, regarding his life or location, I can say nothing.

But something has now happened which has never happened before: the pervert has deigned to speak plainly to the masses and has written a book (currently sitting at #1 in the ancient history category on Amazon at the time of this writing) which lays out his "philosophy" or rather his "Mindset." A Bronze Age Mindset, to be precise.

A Few Disclaimers

Let us begin with a few disclaimers, and briefly discuss what "Bronze Age Mindset" is not. First and foremost, unlike many other books with "mindset" in their title, written by various ehucksters, flim-flam men, and Canadians, it is not a self-help book. The Pervert is not some sort of new age life coach here to teach young incels and spergs how to eat right, bed random bar sluts or climb the hierarchy of bugmen at some hellish office zoo.

It is also not some tedious alt-right reminisce about the supposed glories of the Third Reich or a goofy and reheated neo-pagan lament written by an effeminate homosexual academic of how Christianity destroyed the glories of the classical world (in particular, said academic's ability to freely sully the underwear of young boys,) nor is it some autistic screed about IQ differences and their correlations to various arbitrary and meaningless neoliberal metrics.

Bronze Age Mindset is, thankfully, none of these things.

It is, rather, as the pervert himself says:

...not book of philosophy. It is exhortation. I hardly have anything to say to most who aren’t like me, still less do I care about convincing. This is account of my reveries. I tried to put, as brief and simple as I could, the thought that motivates me and the problem faced by life in ascent and decline.

A Gentle Introduction

In order to attempt to understand the intellectual supports which undergird the exhortations contained in Bronze Age Mindset, it is helpful to be at least passingly familiar with four key thinkers: Schopenhauer, Nietzsche, Paglia, and Spengler.

These thinkers are essential to the Pervert's project. Schopenhauer for his pessimism, which frames the glorious sadness that comes from a clear-eyed perception of the terrible truth about the fate of all life. Nietzsche, for his love of the imperious and expansive impulse in man and for his affirmation of life, in spite of recognizing the truth in Schopenhauer's pessimistic perceptions. Paglia for her nuanced understanding of the true nature of genuine cruel and beautiful feminity and the natural world which it is a living manifestation of. And Spengler for his nuanced understanding of "race" and the power of blood and instinct, as well as his important distinction between "Culture" and "Civilization."

The pervert's tome is written in a simple and barbaric syntax, which is sure to drive autistic pedants and grammarians up the wall. But this is all the better, as the book is not meant to appeal to such rigid and humorless bugmen. There is also another particular facet of the work: a glorious madness which, from time to time, bubbles up through the pages, like the roots Conrad described breaking through the superficial pavement of "civilization." But it is a peculiar type of madness: a lucid madness.

It is a madness born from spending time in giant open-air latrines with names like Bangkok, Mexico City, and Manilla. Places where the filth, chaos, and despair that exist under the surface of what the pervert calls our "garbage world" manifest themselves for those with eyes to see in the form of waking nightmares and macabre horrors, as the pervert describes:

There was night club on top of strange cinema that during the day doubled as place of porn. I decided to go inside once with friend, and old man farther on same row contrived so that he got out right in front of us and brushed right by me, grabbing my crotch. I shoved his face into the wall, and had to push my way past security-guard with terrible breath and goblin-like pockmarked face. There was loose vampire bat in lobby that had flown in, but this normal. Outside on the street as I ran looking for taxi there was black woman taking shit in middle of road. At intersection in gray beaten up Volvo there was a driver with no head and on seeing this I entered a state of vertigo and fugue. Some talk  about this “madness behind things.”

The real world is very different from the one that appears to us in waking life, but it’s not so different as to be entirely alien or abstract or “philosophical” in the way you might think. It’s not abstract, or made of perfect and eternal forms, it’s not somewhere else: it’s immanent, here, and within things, and it’s twisted. It doesn’t have any moral significance that can be understood by us. When Heraclitus speaks of all things being one, and all things being fire, he means this: when this actually shows itself to you, there is a demoniac and violent madness underlying things. The real world is similar to the apparent, but uncanny, devilish, disordered for us. Its hidden order, the fatal X behind things, reaches for things and aims beyond our scope as humans: it’s why Lovecraft knew it was true, our world is fashioned by a demiurge who is a blind, retarded schizophrenic.

It is in contemplating and coming face to face with this primordial chaos, which lurks behind the appearance of things, in which the true foundation of the pervert's thought is revealed. And it is this force which he, ironically, both hates and loves.

On the one hand, this force is a symbol of the violence and unpredictability of the feminine earth mother, of the chaos of the jungle trying to pull man back down into its muck and smother his spirit. Which Paglia describes in Sexual Personae:

"The Mother goddess gives life but also takes it away. Lucretius says "The universal mother is also the common grave." She is morally ambivalent, violent as well as benevolent. The sanitized, pacifist goddess promoted by feminism is wishful thinking. From prehistory to the end of the Roman Empire, the Great Mother never lost her barbarism. She is the ever-changing face of Chthonian nature, now savage, now smiling."

It is the force of overwheming and collective murder described by Werner Herzog:

Still on the other hand, at least for our pervert, this chaos is also a font of perpetual Nietzschean vitalism, the Dionysian force of youth which continually says "yes" to life and contains an unquenchable will to power and expansion. For the pervert this life force is also inherently tied to the concept of beauty, as he explains:

"These peoples saw the vigor of youth as the true driving force behind life and behind all things, forever renewing itself, reincarnating itself anew in each generation in full force, though the memories of men and of societies may disappear...someone like D.H. Lawrence could look on the sarcophagi of the ancient Tuscans and see in this pleasure- and beauty-loving people a celebration of something very similar. They put on their funerary objects images of reveling, and feasting, and abundant flourishing life and great joy, wine parties, leaping dolphins, to remind themselves that this irrepressible force, nature, youth continues anew in each generation and is never defeated by death. In same way when I poast physiques of beautiful and handsome youths I do so because in contemplating them I am filled with a deep calm and joy—I see in them the persistent rejuvenation of this same eternal force, that is inside all things. Its “plan” and design is beyond human comprehension, but it is without doubt that it is striving, against numerous other “factions” and centrifugal forces, for the production and creation of a superior creature of some kind, a specimen of terrible beauty and power...If you want to understand the true power of aion, of the eternal youthful energy that is the universe, you must study what remains from Heraclitus when he uses this word, and how he connects it to the idea of fire that is the essence of all things and all action. And he is very right when he says, “The best desire one thing above all, ever-flowing eternal fame among mortals; but the many glut themselves like cattle.” This is what I believe in!"

The pervert's is a vision which idolizes the Spenglarian "springtime," the stage of societal development which Spengler referred to as "Culture" and which is epitomized by an overflowing youthful vigor and creativity. Hence his love for pre-socratic philosophy and the ethos of the early Greek city-states, as opposed to the decadence of the sprawling late Roman Imperium with its petty bureaucracies and stinking, crowded metropolises, an Imperium which mistook the extent of its borders and material wealth for the extent of its greatness.

This life force the pervert speaks of, which is a Heraclitian manifestation of continual "becoming" as opposed to the set fast "become" of later philosophers like Socrates, Plato, and Aristotle (which the pervert, in classic Spenglarian fashion, would dismiss as a decadent and illusory form of ossified "Civilization.")

Triumph of the Chaotic Good

This presents a major problem for the pervert, however, as our modern world is not a product of the Spenglarian "Cultural Springtime" but rather one at the tail end of a deep Civilizational "Winter." Though in an ideal world the pervert himself would be more at home as a virtuous hoplite, living free in a Greek city-state, he is also more than happy, especially under present circumstances, to hoist the black flag and take up the mantle of the Barbarian or pirate.

This aspect of the pervert's thought will undoubtedly also be the most controversial, cutting, as it does, against the grain which so many Right Wingers, especially those who consider themselves so-called "trads," or "reactionaries" have been feasting on for so long. For according to the logic of these "trads" the world is a strict binary, a contest between the forces of order and chaos, with "order" being defined as always positive (and thus right wing) while chaos is always negative (and thus left wing.) Thus, Civilization, Hierarchy, and Order are always valued as being good for their own sake. One of the most concise and high profile examples of this line of thinking can be found, in a mostly forgotten post, on the blog of Mencius Moldbug, the godfather of "Neoreaction," in a post entitled "What if there's no such thing as chaotic good?"

Suppose there's actually no such thing as "chaotic good"? Suppose that it's just that law is good, and chaos is evil?

How could the linear model be sufficient? How could there be no such thing as chaotic good or lawful evil?

Well, one possibility is that "chaotic good" just maps to evil, which maps right back to "chaos." That is, the only practical definition of evil is that evil is the same thing as chaos.

Since good is the opposite of evil, as chaos is the opposite of law, this answer also says that good is identical with law. Thus, "lawful good" and "chaotic evil" are tautological.

Under this hypothesis, the reason that there is actually evil in the world is just that evil consists entirely of the actions of those who consider themselves "chaotic good." These presumably regard their enemies as "lawful evil," when in fact they are just plain lawful - that is, good.

Moldbug's claim, or rather assertion, that chaos is inherently "evil" and order inherently "good" is the first principle which not only serves as the foundation for his own intellectual project but also those of many others on the right as well. And it is this first principle which our pervert consciously rejects.

For the pervert, a life of simple barbarian freedom, however short and brutal it may be, is always to be preferred to the banal tedium of life (or rather: mere existence) in a late stage civilization. A condition which, for the pervert, is like trying to live the life of a man in a society which is little better than an open-air zoo. Hence his admiration for the free barbarian warbands of the ancient Germans who gladly choose death over submission to the rule of Imperial Rome, the Steppe Riders who followed in the bloody wake of their Khans as they raided and terrorized the civilized lands of the Chinese Emperors, the Sea Peoples who brought ruin to the overripe realm of the Minoans, and the Christian Conquistadors who, through their reckless daring and machismo and with only a handful of men, brought down the degenerate Aztec Empire.

All of these men who the pervert so admires are what we can refer to simply as "historical arsonists." Bands of Barbarians, Pirates, and Criminals who, while they brought ruin to once great civilizations, also cleared the way for the coming of new societal dispensations. In much the same way a raging forest fire makes room for the arrival of fresh shoots of new life through the destruction of the old, dead wood. In putting an end to the old dispensation of an overripe, late-stage civilization room is thus made for the ideal Spenglarian "Springtime" of a new one to take root and flourish.

Thus, from the pervert's point of view, these historical arsonists whom he admires and extolls us to emulate are agents of chaos who, in the long term, actually serve "order," or rather, the particular form of "order" experienced during the Spenglarian "Springtime." Which represents a kind of perfect golden mean between the wild freedom of barbarism and the overripe rigidity of late-stage "Civilization."

The pervert thus extolls his listeners to eschew the comforts and safety of our "trash world" and the pathetic life it offers to contemporary men. A "life" the pervert describes, only too accurately, this way:

Compare the intensity of Alcibiades, that super-pirate, or of what I am about to describe here, to the “life” you’re encouraged to “have” today. How worthless the vaunting of these anxious creatures who live on pharmaceuticals, cheap wine, the rancid fart-fumes of status and approval they beg from each other...Then the energy that remains to them is channeled into mindless work for money. Labor and commerce are the ways to subject you to mere life and its preservation: when the superior are corrupted to a life of work and finance, they slowly move for their own destruction in the long run...Cervantes completed Don Quixote while in jail, Spinoza was a lens-grinder, Diogenes was homeless, and many other great things were done by people who were poorer or in direr straits materially than people today. And yet one can’t deny that the life of the average American is that of an overworked, over-stressed slave.

The pervert's solution is not some, characteristically Canadian, call to "clean our rooms," or rescue our father from the belly of the whale of post-modernity, or to begin "restoring Western Civilization." Rather, it is, as the pervert declares:

Fools, you think I’m here to promote a “way of life” or morality! No principles or ideas are of any use today, all will be retooled and taken over by people like these. Self-help is completely useless, and not what this book is about: rather, I would like most to go toward self-destruction and to be rid of them.

And it is this chaotic "self-destruction" which is the essence of the pervert's project, and a truly a simple it is indeed: "To bring the justice of the volcano to this world of trash!"

"You are Ghey!": Against the Pervert's Critics

It is an unfortunate, but necessary, reality that a good faith reviewer of "Bronze Age Mindset" must invariably push back against much of the unfair, ridiculous criticism and baseless slander that has been leveled against the pervert and his tome of revelry. The troubling aspect of this absurd slander is that it has not come from from the usual suspects, i.e. the young martin sheen faced mulatto lesbian commissars, the buzzfeed winemoms, or from the sputtering mouth of some pudgy neocon sodomite. Rather, this bile has been flowing from the lips of ostensible right-wing allies. In particular, from some of the more self consciously religiously traditionalist sectors of the Right as well as from some of the more autistic members of the Landian cult of tech accelerationism.

Your author usually tries to avoid directly "calling out" other illiberal right-wing publications by name, as this can frequently lead to hurt feelings and it is also just generally advisable to simply avoid partaking in anything resembling petty crab bucket squabbles. However, in this instance, there is simply no avoiding it.

The offending article in question, entitled "BEACH NIETZSCHE: A REVIEW OF BRONZE AGE MINDSET" was recently published at Jacobite. An online mag, which for those unfamiliar, essentially serves as a platform for already established writers and enterprising pseudos to dabble in the Samizdat game without getting their hair too mussed. Essentially as edgy as you can go while still being able to share the link on your facebook. This is actually quite an important niche in the Samizdat ecosystem and Jacobite has generally filled it quite well and admirably. However, in recent weeks the editors have irresponsibly chosen to indulge in several massive acts of editorial foolishness.

Simply put "Beach Nietzche" is an absolute piece of fetid, reheated dogshit which contains absolutely zero redeeming features or insights. This is quite unsurprising as the author responsible is but one of the plethora of Brunch Time Bolsheviks which are currently massed produced in identical molds by our academic industrial complex. Packs of transnumale liberal arts majors spouting formulaic Marxist platitudes about this or that imaginary "discourse" or "structure" which can then be made to fit any social or political phenomenon.

The "analysis" put forward by the article consists of a hurried and hyper-simplistic summary of the book followed by sloppy and predictable accusations of homosexuality and "fascism."

Accusations of homosexuality are, at this point, a classic and trite leftist technique of rhetorical attack, with a long and storied history. Leftists and Liberals (especially those who are actual, sodomites, as is likely the case for the author of the Jacobite essay) love to troll conservatives and right-wingers with the insinuation of faggotry. They tend to do this for two primary reasons: 1) it is usually effective, especially when deployed against lace curtain traditionalist types like a Ross Douthat or William F. Buckley. As the accusations tend to make them noticeably uncomfortable and insecure having, as they do, deeply seated, Victorianesque taboos about the discussion of explicitly sexual matters. And 2) left-liberals, and in particular left-liberal sodomites, are famously solipsistic, i.e. they are simply unable to imagine other human beings who are not also afflicted by their own petty and uninteresting sexual perversions. Hence the accusation of "repression," a hermeneutic of suspicion which assumes that more or less all men harbor secret homosexual desires which are only kept from bubbling over by a strict structure of heteronormative capitalist domination blah, blah, blah, etc, etc.

The fact that post libertarian tech nerds would also be willing to join such a leftist rainbow inquisition against someone ostensibly on their own team, should speak volumes about their true loyalties and level of intellectual maturation. Take for instance the Tech-Accelerationist Nick Land who tweeted out the following bitter inanities about the Pervert's book:

To be perhaps a little too generous with such an interlocutor (whose sentiments are largely representative of much of the criticism the book has received) it should be noted that there are in fact legitimate and somewhat high profile examples of right-wing homosexuality, individuals who are quite literally "Gay Nazis" ("Grindr" Greg Johnson, Jack Donovan etc.) However, it is obvious that the pervert is not part of this group, as not only does he directly and explicitly refute this accusation in his book but he also never speaks positively of homosexuality in any way.

This, of course, is not good enough for his transnumale critics as, for them, this denial is merely just another obvious example of the fascist sexual "repression" of homosexual desire etc. However, for the critics, it is obvious the pervert's real crime, which condemns him to be branded and dismissed as "homoerotic," isn't his embrace of masculinity, nor is it even his admiration for the classical male form, rather it is his advocacy for the renewal of intimate bonds of male friendship.

The Pervert's call for the renewal of deep male friendship is both an important pillar of his philosophy and also happens to be a great affront to our present neoliberal gynocracy and those who support it (Marxists, libertarians, post-libertarians, sodomites, feminists, and other degenerates and idiots of all stripes.)

This is because neoliberalism, which is the ideological foundation of Bugworld, is only possible when deep male bonds have been dissolved, and all men have been transformed into casual pals or competitors for female sexual favor. Male solidarity must be completely abolished in order for the neoliberal sexual and economic marketplace to be properly "free," as genuine male solidarity and brotherhood would inevitably lead to the abolishment of this system.

One of the many reasons homosexuality is embraced so eagerly by left liberals and libertarians is that its normalization, in addition to that of feminism, is the best to way dissolve these deep bonds. The normalization of homosexuality casts a shroud of suspicion over organizations which historically had always been exclusively male and which were the forge in which deep male bonds of friendship were created and sustained. These deep male bonds are objects of hatred and derision to left-liberals of all stripes, and they are right to despise them, as they serve as the foundation upon which healthy patriarchal societies are built and would also represent a threat to their grip on power if they were ever to re-emerge. Thus, they have always eagerly attempted to smear them with insinuations that they are actually superficial fronts for homosexual affairs, after which many of these organizations an societies stupidly responded by welcoming female members, in a pathetic and vain attempt to prove they weren't gay.

Recent history provides us with plenty of examples of this phenomenon, to the point where there seems to be an entire school of left-liberal thought which is solely dedicated to writing absurd revisionist histories accusing every male historical figure of note of being some kind of crypto-homosexual or pervert. These accusations are frequently based upon the existence of a close and intimate male friendship the historical figure had. Such was the case, for instance, of the great American despot and warlord Abraham Lincoln, who was accused of being a sodomite by liberal, revisionist historians due to the fact that he had male friends who he would speak about passionately and with which, for a time, even shared a bed with while traveling. Such details seem scandalous to the modern Bugman but are easily debunked under the eyes of a semi-competent historian such as Doris Kearns Goodwin who remarked on the contrived controversy in the following way:

Their intimacy is more an index to an era when close male friendships, accompanied by open expressions of affection and passion, were familiar and socially acceptable. Nor can sharing a bed be considered evidence for an erotic involvement. It was a common practice in an era when private quarters were a rare luxury... The attorneys of the Eighth circuit in Illinois where Lincoln would travel regularly shared beds.

Notice her recognition that such bonds of affection between two men where totally normal at the time (and for most of prior history as well!) and, at the time, wouldn't have aroused any suspicion whatsoever. Unsurprisingly, such obvious historical realities never seem to bother left-liberal propagandists as they desperately hunt for cherry-picked, out of context "facts" on which to base their slanders.

The truth is that, at the end of the day, it is truly in the sodomite's interest to attempt to consciously undermine traditional male friendships, as he knows that his very existence is generally unacceptable in the patriarchal societies in which such relationships flourish, due to the signaling hazard which it engenders. And Undermining, as it does, these bonds of male friendship by inserting the spectre of an untenable perversion into their midst. The sodomite is thus revealed to be the termite which, by his very nature, attempts to eat away at the support beams which historically undergirded patriarchal systems.

Many notable sodomite propagandists, such as the sickly and repulsive human vermin Gore Vidal, were only too aware of this truth. Hence why he, according to his own boastful account, while contributing the screenplay for the epic film "Ben Hur" consciously rewrote certain scenes in order to insert subtle homosexual insinuations into the them, especially those scenes which portrayed the deep friendship which had existed between the protagonist Ben Hur and the man who would later become his nemesis. According to Vidal he did this because he believed there had to be a deeper motive for the animosity between the two, as a deep and passionate friendship between two men that didn't involve one defiling the lower intestine of the other was simply inconceivable for him.

All of this is, again, quite obvious. If one observes the antics of the contemporary "Ghey rights movement" for any length of time and the culture of the modern sodomite, it becomes quite apparent that their entire way of life is essentially little more than one giant parody of traditional masculinity, a "troll" if you will. Hence, when they march down the streets of major American cities for their grotesque "Pride" parades, while oiled up, naked and gyrating they aren't celebrating masculinity or the male form: they are mocking and descrating it.

In short: it seems quite obvious that many of the insinuations of homosexuality cast toward our pervert are, in reality, simply manifestations of hatred or discomfort toward the very idea of deep friendships existing between two men. Friendships, which not only formed the bedrock of historic patriarchal society but also represent the only way to ever effectively counter our Globo-homo gynocracy, as the pervert himself takes great pains to explains:

Among your instincts you will find the longing for strong friendships, that the modern evil tries to snuff out. And they have good reason to try this, because every great thing in the past was done through strong friendships between two men, or brotherhoods of men, and this includes all great political things, all acts of political freedom and power. The modern zoo wants you instead to be a weak and isolated “individual.”

Where is your bulwark today against Babylon, when all this has been made illegal for you? In life of Cellini you see how different is a real free man: when insulted, or when one of his friends or family is hurt, he gathers fifty bravos for a raid on the enemy, something impossible in our states today, not only because of the immense power of the evil that suffocates, but also because you have no such friends who could or would help you. A brotherhood of men in this form is the foundation of all higher life in general...all tyrants and totalitarians are suspicious of strong friendships between men. Most of all this is feared by the middle-aged lesbos and defectives that are used as guards by our prison-states. And yes, I know the rumors that these friendships were sexual, but I believe this is misunderstanding and exaggeration promoted by the homonerds of our time, for reasons I will explain later. The model for all such friendships was that between Achilles and Patroclus: Homer never hints such friendship was sexual. It is only out of the poverty of our imagination that we think it was, because we can’t conceive of such intense love between friends without some carnal or material benefit in play.

Christianity and the Pervert

One of the truly pathetic aspects of the formulaic and tedious Jacobite review of the pervert's book is that it ignores the many potential ways one could criticize it that are both legitimate and interesting. The most obvious of these is to compare and contrast the pervert's outlook with the teachings and traditions of the Christian church.

This shouldn't, however, take the form of the kind of shrill and stupid denunciations of "paganism" one frequently hears coming from certain, particularly vocal, hyper-"trad" Roman Catholics, many of whom have a bad tendency to LARP as though they were actually members of the Catholic Church as it existed in 1865 and not, as is actually the case, the one which came into being in 1965. The point here, however, is not to pick on traditionalist Catholics, most of whom are in fact good people, but rather to reject the reactionary and unserious tendency many of them possess to pounce immediately on anything that strikes them as being related to "Nietzsche" or "Paganism" in even the vaguest way.

Now it is obviously true that the pervert is not, in any meaningful sense, an orthodox Christian of any variety, and thus it should come as no surprise that he harbors views which are antithetical to Christian ones (his name is literally Bronze Age Pervert after all.) In particular, his explicit denial of the Imago Dei in human groups he considers to be naturally inferior such as the Chinese or the inhabitants of the Indian subcontinent. Whose members he finds to be both physically and spiritually repulsive and whose cities he believes to be little better than filthy, overpopulated rat's nests. Likewise for the pervert's embrace of outright criminality and his flirtations with Gnosticism.

What should be remembered by the Christian who wishes to engage the pervert and those like him in good faith, however, is that none of these things are in any way obvious to the unbeliever. And that, contra the pretensions of certain groups of theologians who abuse the legitimate concept of "natural law" to try and make it prove and demonstrate things it can't, such things can only truly be understood and believed by acquiescing to Christian Revelation and are not obvious by the light of natural reason alone.

In fact, without the light of revelation, many of the things the pervert believes are, indeed, quite reasonable. The grains of truth contained in the deep and haunting pessimism of Schopenhauer and the Gnostics, for instance, are quite obvious to most perceptive individuals. As the saying goes, human beings are indeed "straw dogs, and their lives frequently seem to be composed of little more than a series of disconnected episodes of meaningless suffering, ugliness, chaos, and cruelty. Human life, as the bard famously put it, frequently seems to be little more than:"a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing." Likewise with the concept of the Imago Dei. Only the most sentimental and foolish of Christians could possibly look upon the repulsive visage of a Matt Yglesias or a Jeet Heer and initially see anything more than an engorged and hideous flesh sack spitting and stammering on while espousing the kind of Bugman Utilitarianism which can only be believed by the most depraved of moral imbeciles. Such creatures, according to any legitimate metrics of value, possess absolutely no redeeming qualities that would justify their continued existence. The fact that they do, and are also created in the Image of God is truly a mystery of the Christian religion and something that can only be understood through a profound act of faith.

*Point: All human beings are created in the image and likeness of God. Counterpoint: See Below

The most interesting critique, however, is that of the pervert's Nietzscheanism, in particular, his desire to become something more than human, to become a kind of literal demigod. One could, of course, dismiss this impulse as merely the product of an insane Luciferian pride run rampant, which it may indeed partly be. However, this critique is also a superficial one that frequently is promoted by individuals who espouse the kind of life-hating pseudo-Christianity Nietzsche so rightly despised. The faith which, like the Gnostics which inspired it, draws too sharp a distinction between the spirit and the flesh, despises beauty and vitality and posits that the goal of this life is "salvation," meaning escaping this physical world in favor of a purely spiritual state of existence sometimes called "Heaven."

This understanding, popular though it is, explicitly denies the incarnation, the resurrection, and the reality that while the kingdom of God is indeed still "to come" it is also here now, on earth. The Incarnation, whose consequences are best understood through the Christian Church's doctrine of "theosis," also called "deification," in which, a believer quite literally is transformed, in both soul and body, and and participates in the divine nature. This theosis is the true goal of the Christian believer on earth and does not destroy the flesh which participates in it, but rather transfigures it. Although this path the Christian travels toward transfiguration into the divine is very different from the kind of pagan "deification" sought by our pervert, it is hard not to at least hear within it a similar echo. After all, what are so many of the eccentric and sharp-tongued hermits and holy fools of the Church than transfigured versions of the pervert's beloved Diogenes? What are the saints Constantine, Justinian, and Vladimir but transfigured versions of Alexander?

The important commonality between Christianity and the pervert is the desire to transcend this fetid world of trash and ugliness which the worthless bugmen, in their spiritual smallness, have created for themselves. And the desire to abandon the worthless pursuit of mere existence, which is nothing more than the tedious maintenance of a purposeless biological homeostasis, and instead pursue something higher.

In conclusion, the most important lesson the pervert has to teach us is that in order to pursue divine greatness and put an end to the world of trash in which we live, we will need more than mere abstract philosophies, Machiavellian political scheming, or rigid political engineering. Rather, we will need a bit of chaos. A chaos which, as the old german madman once told us, is the only way one can ever give birth to "a dancing star."

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