[A very good piece from Fuhrerious88’s blog. It’s so true. We should stop being silly and suicidal, for god’s sake!]
It’s a Wonderful Race
There once was a college freshman named George who thought he knew it all. One night over dinner, George got into an argument with his father. The argument began when the young student tried to explain to his father that as White people, they should be held accountable for all the evils that they had inflicted upon non-Whites throughout history. George explained: “Because of European racism, we stole the Indians’ land, we held blacks in slavery, we persecuted the Jews, and we plundered the environment. We’ve been oppressive racists for thousands of years so it’s only fair that we pay economic reparations for all the harm we’ve done to the world. I’m pleased to see that we are ending our political and economic domination of the oppressed peoples…”
There are vestiges of the Roman Empire scattered across most of Europe, showcasing the talent of its craftsmen, artisans, and architects. Whether it’s the tiniest gold earrings in a museum case, a villa with an intricately detailed mosaic floor, or an ancient amphitheater still in use today; all show skills well ahead of their time.
Yeah, it seems that not only Americans or Europeans have the “privilege” of feeling virtuous by helping peeps that would stab them in the back if given a chance. Here is a “nice” article, translated via a little help from Jewgle Translate (I’m a bit of a hurry).
The municipal official Gustavo González took a risky decision with his family: move from Dina Huapi in Patagonia to Guinea Bissau. Next November he and his wife and three children will leave for Africa where they plan to spend the next two years collaborating with Agua x vida, a non-profit association whose objective is to provide aid to those who can not have access to this resource.
Konstantin Vladimirovich Rodzaevsky (Russian: Константи́н Влади́мирович Родзае́вский; 11 August 1907 – 30 August 1946) was the leader of the Russian Fascist Party, which he led in exile from Manchuria, chief editor of the RFP “Nash Put’“.
Konstantin Vladimirovich Rodzaevsky
Far Eastern Fascism
Born in Blagoveshchensk (across the Amur from China) in a family of the Siberian middle-class, he fled the Soviet Union for Manchuria in 1925. In Harbin, Rodzaevsky entered the law academy and joined the Russian Fascist Organization. On May 26, 1931, he became the Secretary General of the newly created Russian Fascist Party; in 1934, the Party amalgamated with the Russian Fascist Organization of Anastasy Vonsyatsky, Rodzaevsky becoming its leader. He modeled himself on Benito Mussolini, and also used the Swastika as one of the symbols of the movement. Rodzaevsky collected around himself personally selected bodyguards, and used symbolism of the former Russian Empire along with Russian nationalist symbols; like the Italian Blackshirts, the Russian Fascists wore black uniforms with black crossed belts; they were armed with weapons obtained from Japan’s Imperial Japanese Army. They created an international organization of White émigrés with a central office in Harbin, the “Russian Far East Moscow”, and links in twenty-six nations around the world…
There’s something my “art teacher” told me. Listen:
One could say that any child could make a drawing like Gas Mask only in the sense that any fool with a hammer could fragment sculptures as Rodin did, or any house painter could spatter paint as well as Pollock. In none of these cases would it be true. In each case the art lies not so much in the finesse of the individual mark, but in the orchestration of a previously uncodified set of personal “rules” about where to act and where not, how far to go and when to stop, in such a way as the cumulative courtship of seeming chaos defines an original, hybrid kind of order, which in turn illuminates a complex sense of human experience not voiced or left marginal in previous art.
That explains the Keks that you see. Also the pink “calligraphy”. And the yellow cross. It’s art. It’s deep, meaning, powerful, creative, thought-provoking, question making, it challenges the preexistent power structures and the status quo of the Temple of Art Cannon. There’s a deep meaning on the thesaurus of hidden thoughts, voiced in a seemingly inconnex manner. But, the beauty doesn’t lie in the randomness of the traces– it lies on the hidden significance of the paths of human life– symbolized by the complex and capricious traces of Gas Mask. Life is random, and art imitates life, in this case, by tracing marks on the canvas. Because, what is life, if not a never-ending success of turns and returns, sometimes to go back to the same place, sometimes to go nowhere and sometimes to go off charts…
Sorry. It’s too much. I’m deeply sorry.
The Führer, Adolf Hitler, had a name for this kind of shitty art. It was called Entarte Kunst. Back in the times of Weimar Germany, the art museums had dedicated to purchase all this kind of crap. Like this other example:
Do you know what is worse? Compared to the previous examples, this doesn’t look like shit. It’s still shit, however, but you can pretend with a certain degree of verisimilitude that you can see something.
And the guy that used to make this kind of stuff, did even more weird shit. Like this one:
To be honest, I didn’t need to read that this guy (Jean-Michel Basquiat) did die of a overdose. Because, it’s pretty obvious that he was high as balls on at least ONE substance. I say at least, because he probably did more kinds of dope. You know, the inspiration to make truly meaningful art it’s hard to find these days… every artist needs a little help. Specially if you happen to be like the uninspired butt of Cy Twombly. Or myself.
The case of Twombly it’s even more heinous. Did you see what my “art teacher” told me? Those words were never uttered, in relation to my piece of “art”. But… if you click on the little 1, you’ll see that it takes you actually somewhere. A guy called Kirk Varnedoe did say those words indeed. In case you haven’t spotted the piece of art that I’m talking about, it’s the first one. The red scribblings.
I only changed the name of “Twombly” for “Gas Mask”. Very lazy, right? But it probably works anyway. Neither piece of “art” is that, it’s only a tasteless joke. On you.
This is a piece of art that you might not know who did it. Look:
You can see that there are worlds of difference between Basquiat, Twombly, Hitler and me. Both Basquiat and Twombly were professional clowns that pretended to make “art”. Basquiat died as a victim of his own success and too many drugs. And he joined the “Club of the 27”– that is, the guys and gals that died when they were 27 years old. Basquiat is an useful corpse (that painting of him that I showed you before has been sold very recently), and he died in 1988. Also, he died young, leaving a “mark” as a trailblazer. Until the media that hyped him forget about him. Then he will drift into irrelevance.
Pertaining to Twombly, his career has been much longer than Basquiat’s. Besides, he could have been the father of the latter, due to generation gap (Twombly was born in 1928, and Basquiat was born in 1960). The not-so-fake quote that I’ve showed you before was made because the guy who said those words felt that it was necessary to pronounce them. Why? Because Twombly’s art is an utter piece of shit. Look at this:
You can’t tell me that this is art. It’s just a meaningless staining of colors on a canvas. Sorry, but I won’t buy pseudo-intellectual shit like the one I’ve written before. It just won’t happen.
I’m not by means an artist. But you don’t need to be an artist, or to have an art major (one of the most pointless grades to get, seriously, if you feel the need to study that, just DON’T)*, to appreciate good art.
*There are things with more dignity than holding a piece of paper that just exemplifies how brainwashed you are. Really, if you have to choose between majoring in some-such art or some bullshitty career like “women’s studies”, or not to study at all, then don’t study. You’ll save money, and you’ll retain at least a shred of sanity and common sense.
The humanities and the arts majors are nowadays a sure-fire way of getting brainwashed, for the 90% of people. The hard sciences have some degree of corruption as well, but is not nearly as big as in the social sciences. Obviously, you can’t (still) say that 2+2=5 to a student of math. I mean, a real one. But you can probably pull that one out on someone like this.
The Nationalsocialists did care for good art. Art that didn’t need the skills of a fast talking jew to be sold or admired. Obviously, it had a lot to do with the fact that Hitler himself was an artist.
And he was willing to extend his hand to any aspiring artist that didn’t do degenerate art. And that praised the values of a healthy Germany.
In Nationalsocialist Germany, art (nor artists) didn’t have the need to alienate the common people from them. On the contrary, art was meant to be appreciated by the common man, and not to be only “understood” to some clique of self-proclaimed “intellectuals”, pseudo-artists and art major groupies who find hidden transcendental meanings behind a pineapple.
And, running the risk of sounding repetitive, it’s the jews who are behind all of this. As artists, gallery owners, marchants or art critiques. They were behind the corruption of art in Weimar Germany. And they were ousted in 1933 by the Nationalsocialist government. Now, they are behind the corruption of art everywhere.
There’s “art” and art.
You can’t really compare these pieces. The first one seems to be an amateurish painting or, a painting a small child could produce for his art class. Except for the theme of the painting… wait… can somebody explain what is going on?
When you look at the second painting, you can see the air of serenity, even a subtle mirth of the woman who is breastfeeding her child. Obviously, the technique and execution that this painting has beats hands down the first one. But it’s not just a matter of technique or of skill on the execution of the idea. It’s the idea on itself, and the feelings it can evoke. Just look again at both paintings and tell me if the second one doesn’t move you. They also say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder (and indeed, that painting is beautiful), but also, it evokes a sense of peace and serenity to me.
I ought not to tell you which one exalts the human nature and which one diminishes it, or at least, doesn’t contribute anything of value.
Some more paintings. Not necessarily from the Nationalsocialist era, but still, worthy of admiration.
And here is a sculpture by Arno Breker:
This is just a small token of all the good art that was produced in Germany. Nowadays, if you search for “german art”, beware, because you’ll have to filter a lot of terrible stuff, coming from the 50’s onwards. It’s not all the fault of the Germans, however, because the jewish parasite has ensconced again into German life. Like in the days of the Weimar Republic.
Obviously, I had to show you only paintings from Germany made preferably in the Nationalsocialist era. That doesn’t mean, however, that the other Aryan countries do not have any artists worthy of mention. You probably know most of them, but I’ll mention them anyway. Da Vinci, Michelangelo, Rembrandt, Velazquez, Goya, Raphael, Caravaggio and a long et cetera…
These artists spent years in training to master their inner talents. They didn’t come saying “I’ve got some cryptic message and thus I make art”. They may have had a cryptic message to say in some paintings, but they honed their skills first! Some of them painted for nobles and kings, and the royals were not willing to take bullshit from nobody! (Unlike today). So, in those cases, it was a guarantee that the artist indeed had artistic talent, and that he knew his stuff. If the artist were to do a botched work, he would have to pay with his own money and properties to the King. As a indemnification. Because they wasted time and the money of the State, and in some way, also insulted the King or Queen.
Compare now to this state of affairs. Botched works of “art” are everywhere. The states happily buy, promote and encourage every type of degenerate art. The so-called modern “art”, or contemporaneous “art”. An insult to every sense, especially the common sense.
“The artist does not create for the artist: He creates for the people and we will see to it that henceforth the people will be called in to judge its art”. Adolf Hitler.*
*Please excuse the emasculated source from where I lifted that last quote. It seems that he equates everything bad to the “Nazis”. If he only knew that Eisenhower was a jew, and that he killed by starvation and diseases over 900.000 German prisoners of war… after the war, he would look at him with different eyes. Of course, probably for Mr. Tolerance those wicked “Notzees” had it coming.