Pendant un moment, alors que les vents et les inondations de l’ouragan Katrina balayaient la fumée et les miroirs, les moutons de Panurge entrevirent une Amérique qui n’était pas vraiment le panier de cerises auquel nos manipulateurs voudraient nous faire croire. Read more …
In Archeofuturism, Guillaume Faye envisions a future world that simultaneously embraces both the latest advances in science and technology, and the values and worldview of Homer and ancient myths. A world that is profoundly inegalitarian, in which might makes right, but in which might now includes the powers of science. Read more …
The life cycle of a civilization is an extraordinarily complicated affair, subject to a thousand changing influences. It is all too easy for analysts, by focusing their attentions on various of these influences, to reach differing conclusions as to the state of health of the civilization they are studying. This is as true of Western civilization as of any other. Yet there are trends, clearly observable in the West today, which, if not reversed, must inevitably dominate all other influences and bring about the demise of the West. Read more …
Lyndon Johnson’s “Great Society” in the 1960s set up millions of Blacks and Hispanics in cities on generous housing and welfare benefits. Before the Great Society, nobody assumed they could live on permanent government benefits, except maybe disabled veterans.
In the 20 years I have identified with the cause of American white nationalism and revolutionary Euronationalism, I’ve never felt that European Americans had much chance of freeing themselves from the System threatening their existence. Their best hope, I always thought, was that the System would eventually collapse from its own internal contradictions or that Europeans would show us the way.
In 2009, this essay won The Occidental Quarterly essay contest on secession. It is now the title essay of O’Meara’s book Toward the White Republic, available for pre-order here. (The books will arrive here from the printers on September 9th.)
“Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!”