“We’re not progressing because we’re too progressive”, says Matt Parrott in a recent Trad Youth article. Then again, with Trad Youth’s Alinsky-styled antics, it seems the proper path to progress is promoting populist positions which perturb the plebeians, prompting popular protest against pusillanimous politicians (who putatively prefer Platonic plutocracies) – a plan popularized by progressives but is now parading as passionate perennialism. And should the reader find my alliteration pedantic, he ought to note the proffered paradox is (perhaps), the only way I know to illustrate the constant drumbeat of the West’s descent into the void – a quickened pulse of repetitive collective thumping, dragging us further downward with every new cry: “Liberty!” boom-boom. “Equality” boom-boom. “Fraternity” boom…
“The people” have been the constant albatross around the neck of Western Civilization, their every move in history, a move away from the crystal towers of mythic Christendom and towards the seething, populist hell-pit of the modern world. Demons and Democrats are both populists. They’re neighbors after all.
So who needs progress? Not the members of the Society of Antiquated Buffoons! We represent the “regressive” party but unlike Parrott, we don’t have a Saul Alinsky to paint the way backwards for us. Unless, of course, Jesus Christ counts? His disciples built the crystal towers of Christendom. His enemies are tearing them down; progress.
They were built the first time by a miracle of Christ. A divine meteor struck Europe’s sand, throwing it high into the air and crystallizing it. A mythical palace emerged which shined bright in the European sun. “The people” tore it down, pillar by pillar, year by year, and now all that’s left are a few shards of glass entrusted to the members of the Society.
Is the crystal castle perennial?
Well, I don’t care for castles per se. I don’t care for hierarchy per se. I don’t even really care for families per se (at least, the family institution, as an institution, is only accidentally in my affections) – it’s the real flesh and blood constituents of these abstract categories I care about. That’s the essence of what it means to be an antiquated buffoon. I don’t love castles because they’re castles; I love them because they’re English castles. I don’t love my mother because she’s a mother. I love her because she’s *my* mother.
Matt Parrott says he’s loyal to an abstract idea, not an institution, party, or a man. But we buffoons are not loyal to abstract ideas. We are loyal to a man. Our King. And it’s through our hearths and our homes (our immediate blood relations) that we know our King. But this is only true of that one people who lived in the crystal castle. A black man holding to the abstract perennials wont re-build the castle, nor will an Asian man do so. Certainly not an Arab, either. They’ll raid the devil’s cache of abstraca if they have to. So will the white self-haters who spill the blood of their brethren because they have an intense hatred of God.
They’re the techno-crats.
It’s not technology per se we antiquated buffoons despise, although some of the less careful buffoons may have framed it that way (J.R.R. Tolkien despised technology, and Russell Kirk refused to learn to drive). Rather, we despise how technological innovations have been used by “the people” to further tear down the crystal castle and usher the West further into the void.
I do agree with Parrott that the internet (like the printing press before it) has the power to topple regimes. But like the printing press before it, I’m afraid it will only prove to quicken the descent into the void. Toppling our current regime is only one more victory of “the people” over the tyrants – the same old story throughout the history of the modern West. They’ll not replace the fallen with tribe and tradition. Rather, more Satanists will fill the vacuum. Satanists who are better than their predecessors at pandering to the masses. (I can see why Marx thought there’d be an eventual dictatorship of the proletariat).
No, technology will not be our savior. What we need is another meteor, but until then, those of us in the Society of Antiquated Buffoons will carry on our buffoonery by being regressives and doing our best to rebuild what we’ve lost. When we’re tempted to despair, we’ll take up our shards of broken crystal, look through them, and see the world as it used to be and could be again.