Showing posts with label stoicism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stoicism. Show all posts

THE LIMITS OF WHITE TRIBALISM

Tribalism just isn't our thing.

by James Lawrence

In a classic 1995 article for American Renaissance, Michael W. Masters defended the “morality of survival” against what he saw as the self-destructive universalism of the Western peoples, arguing that morality should instead be practiced according to an in-group/out-group distinction.

This position has clearly been inherited by many on the Alt-Right, who propose to solve the problem of white passivity in the face of dispossession by narrowing our moral horizons. In this view, universalist ideals drive whites to engage in indiscriminate altruism towards other peoples at the expense of their own kith and kin; thus, whites need to do their best to forget about moral standards that encompass the whole of humanity, and revert to the “morality of the tribe” in which altruism is restricted to one’s genetic in-group and enmity or indifference are shown to those outside it.

THANKS FOR NOTHING

(In a breathless, gushy, ingratiating voice): "You like this! You REALLY like this!" 

by Andy Nowicki

(originally published November 20, 2012)

I am not stoical by nature, by temperament, or by habit. To my everlasting exasperation, I find that I continue to crave the applause, admiration, and approval of my fellow man. Horrifically enough, I still have hope for the future. I still cross my fingers, hold my breath, and get butterflies in my stomach when I anticipate the possibility of obtaining some manner of temporal success or victory in life. When someone pays me a compliment, I find my inner Sally Field – "You like me; you really like me!!" – annoyingly asserting herself. (Yes, the part of me that gushes in such a manner is unquestionably a woman.)

I have long held hardy, unyielding stoicism in the highest regard, but Epictetus I ain't. I talk a good game, and perhaps even project a convincing image, but deep down – well, not really even that deep down – I still cannot resign myself to reality with manful resolve. I find myself more often raging against the inevitable than accepting it.