“And we are here as on a darkling plain.” I swing between the black pill and the white pill. Western countries are under genocidal alien rule. Poz chokes the civilized world. It’s not natural but that’s the reality of the early 21st century.
What’s Trump’s analogue in east-central European history? Let’s assume that to be a helpful question, one that shines a light on perhaps some parallel between one occupied nation then, and unfree nations now.
Americans are ruled by malicious transnational interests, as are Canadians, New Zealanders, English, Swedes, etc. Poland was under foreign occupation for from 1772 to 1918, an era knows as the Partitions during which her people were stateless under the rule of Russian, Prussian, and Austro-Hungarian empires and endured campaigns of forced russification and germanization under their respective occupant. Commonly, historic judgment blames the decadence of the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth at the height of its power in the latter half of the 18th century for the Partitions, along with the treason of nobles who sold out to the three partitioning empires. A parallel with present circumstances.
Is Trump our man? Great things happened over the past two years. Hungary’s bold national project is thriving. There is the Gilets Jaunes uprising in France and Matteo Salvini in Italy. At the very least, Trump can be given credit for this apparent US non-interference with Europe’s nationalist awakening. There are also signs that elements of the globalist cabal are losing their cool. And lest we forget, Trump withdrew the United States from the Paris Accord, averting the planned demographic collapse of Republican-majority regions of the country.
Yet immigration is unprecedented in volume, in direct opposition to Trump’s promises during his Presidential campaign. Jarvanka, MIGA, SOTU, WTF. Who is Trump’s historic parallel?
The man who seized destiny…
I was once convinced that Józef Piłsudski (1867 – 1935) is an analogue for Donald Trump. He was a man of extraordinary personal magnetism. A dreamer of the multi-ethnic Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth’s past imperial glories with a resolve to revive that past. From the hostile perspective of the nationalist Right of his time, Piłsudski was an imperialist. From the hostile perspective of the revolutionary Left, he was a mere socialist and unacceptable due to his loathing of Soviet Communism. Yet he captured the hearts of his nation for an eternity. My grandmother told me that she remembers seeing people crying in the streets when news broke that he had died.
Piłsudski’s pivotal moment took place during the waning years of WWI. He commanded 25,000 Polish legionnaires under allegiance to Austria, under whose flag they scored key victories against Russia on the eastern front. Piłsudski was asked to transfer his allegiance from Austria to her ally Germany. This is from historian Norman Davies’ 1981 edition of God’s Playground:
The extent of the German success, and the imminent collapse of Russia, undermined Piłsudski’s original motives. He no more wanted a complete German victory than a Russian one. So on 21 July 1917 he refused to transfer his allegiance from Austria to Germany. Piłsudski’s interview with [Hans Hartwig] von Besseler, the German Governor of Warsaw, was entirely uncompromising:
PIŁSUDSKI: Your Excellency, do you imagine for one moment that you will win the nation’s confidence by hanging Polish insignia on each of the fingers of the hand which is throttling Poland? The Poles know the Prussian stranglehold for what it is.
VON BESSELER: Herr von Piłsudski, you know that in these stirring times Poland needs a leader of vision, and you are the only one whom I have been able to find. If you go along with us, we will give you everything — power, fame, money…
PIŁSUDSKI: Your Excellency does not understand me, and does not wish to understand. If I were to go along with you, Germany would gain one man, whilst I would lose a nation.
(If you just skimmed over the above, re-read von Besseler’s offer and Piłsudski’s reply. Idle thought: did globalists make Donald Trump a similar offer?)
Piłsudski was arrested and imprisoned in Germany for the remainder of WWI. But with the Central Powers’ collapse in 1918, Piłsudski stepped into the power-vacuum created by the chaotic departure of German garrisons from Warsaw and became the head of the newly independent Poland. Two years later, he routed the Soviet Union in a battle that became known as “The Miracle on the Vistula,” strangling Vladimir Lenin’s dream of marching his armies on to Berlin to ignite a Bolshevik Revolution in continental Europe.
Piłsudski’s physiognomy: soldier, leader, visionary.
… or the man who wanted to work with the system?
But what if instead of that story of deliverance and destiny, Trump’s historic parallel is a different figure? Namely, margrave Aleksander Wielopolski (1803 – 1877). Margrave is a hereditary title of the Holy Roman Empire’s legacy. Wielopolski ran Poland’s civil administration within the Russian Empire. To forestall the bloodshed that would result from Poland’s growing independence movement, he ordered a conscription of Polish nationalists into twenty-year enlistments in the Tsar’s army. That decision sparked the January 1863 Uprising that lasted almost a year and a half, the very outcome Wielopolski wanted to avoid.
Wielopolski’s physiognomy: diplomat, thinker, conservative.
When following along with this song about the ill-fated 1863 Uprising, my translation below, replace “Margrave Wielopolski” with “President Trump” and “Tsar” with (((globalists))). Does the analogy work? It’s too soon to tell.
Through Saxon square, Circassian hundreds gallop
And by the palace, a hundred campfires burn
How do you do it, Your Excellency
That you’re despised on every side?
Lord Margrave, you don’t think in lockstep
So with the Tsar you’re already suspect
Neither Petersburg nor Moscow will trust
A Pole who has his own plans
Lord Margrave still walks the tightrope
It’s dangerous to walk so high
After all, disaster won’t spare him
Because bad luck has he, who is born here
Your contempt, no one will forgive
We’re superstitious, fervent and teary
And you’re proud, you won’t deign wallow
In the national borscht with us
Why splash logic in our faces?
We did not read Hegel, sire
For us it’s Chopin, peas and cabbage
And from time to time an uprising
Lord Margrave still walks the tightrope
Abyss on the left, abyss on the right
If he avoids death at countryman’s hand
He’ll leave office in disgrace
All that work, Lord Margrave, and for nothing
In vain, the forced conscription
Things will be as they must – business as usual
To battle unarmed, backbreak and welts
Lord Margrave, you won’t change a nation
Here, being reasonable is seldom heard of
And the one thing we do truly well
Is lose most beautifully in the world
Lord Margrave still walks the tightrope
Awkwardly and with a wild boar’s posture
And when he falls, he’ll merely earn
A traitor’s shame instead of a monument
That you fell, that’s normal Polish fate
In the end, everyone falls off that rope
Only why did you forget, Wielopolski,
That the fall must look pretty?
Lyrics: Jerzy Czech; music/performance: Przemysław Gintrowski (c. 1980)
Back to Donald Trump and America
Trump’s physiognomy. Is it “businessman, playboy, neophyte” or is it “chess-player, wolf, king”?
America doesn’t get the Romantic spirit of beautiful loss, of futile sacrifice… right? Except for the death-scene of Sergeant Elias in Platoon. I’m not bringing this up flippantly. The Vietnam war was a beautiful loss. Civil Rights, in contrast, was a hideous loss and so has been every setback since then, from the negrification of Detroit through drag queen storytime at America’s public libraries. A national tragedy, once felt and understood as such, can cleanse the collective psyche of its hubris and forge a people’s fanatical will to never perish.