History’s Frivolous-Heroic Cycles and “Ranczo”

On the centrally coordinated Third World invasion of Western countries. It’s World War III in every way but formally named as such in retrospect, and that’s only because “retrospect” is still in the future:

Hungary must protect its ethnic and cultural composition,” [Viktor Orbán] said at Kötcse… “I am convinced that Hungary has the right—and every nation has the right—to say that it does not want its country to change.” France and Britain had been perfectly within their prerogatives to admit millions of immigrants from the former Third World. Germany was entitled to welcome as many Turks as it liked. “I think they had a right to make this decision,” Orbán said. “We have a duty to look at where this has taken them.” He did not care to repeat the experiment. (Link)

Culture moves in Frivolous-Heroic cycles, you can also call them Comedy-Tragedy cycles. People immersed in the spirit of one such era will not understand the feelings and motivations of those who lived under the opposite spirit of its time.

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Heroic state of mind

Fifteen or even ten years ago, frivolity was the the state of mind in east-central Europe, specifically in Poland. Popular culture from that time reflects the enthusiasm for the newly-joined European Union. It was a materialistic period. With that thought in mind, I recently re-watched the first five seasons of the popular comedy series Ranczo (The Ranch), which premiered in 2006. It’s a well made, engaging show set in a fictional village in rural eastern Poland.

The main character is a young American woman who unexpectedly inherits a dilapidated country manor in that remote Polish village. Newly divorced and jobless at that point in her life, she travels there with the intention of selling the manor to a ready buyer, who happens to be the town’s strongman Mayor. But she sees the property in its bucolic setting and her plans change. She becomes enamored of the house and to the Mayor’s chagrin, decides to keep it, renovate it with the money made from the sale of her Manhattan apartment, and live there on that manor. That’s the shows premise, established in the first episode.

Cynically, I can say that Ranczo was a vehicle for feminism that intensified as the series went on, as well as a little bit of multicultural propaganda. Generously, however, I will qualify that judgment by adding that its politically-correct messages were more of a reflection of Poland’s upbeat attitude about the West and “progress” during that decade.

This fan-made video in (American) English nicely introduces the series:

Here is a behind-the-scenes video about the series. No subtitles unfortunately, but you can see the actors/characters on the set in high definition. Good commentary by the creative team, if you understand the language. The actor who plays the lead male character Kusy says:

It’s a great joy for an artist, the feeling that, at that one moment in your life, you took part in something that gave so many people pleasure. We did it nobly, thoughtfully, from the heart, always respecting our viewers as thinking, feeling, sensitive beings.

And in the words of the actress who plays the coquette waitress Wioletka:

I started acting in Raczo after my first year of college. I remember when my mom asked me after the first day of filming the first season: “What kind of a show is it?” I told her that it’s a strange show, there is nothing like it on Polish television because up until then, everything was kind of an imitation of what’s in Europe but nothing that really spoke of Poland. So I told her: “Mom, it’s such an odd show that it will flop after the first season. Nobody is going to watch it.” Well, I think my intuition was off. I had no idea that I’m taking part in something so exceptional.

The series in fact turned out to be spectacularly successful. It ran for ten seasons, from 2006 through 2016. I only saw the first five seasons, which my in-laws gave me as a gift DVD set.

National survival strategies

European nations are not easily absorbed into larger empires because the differences in language form a barrier that protects the integrity all of the other aspects of national identity: religion, blood, temperament, folkways. That’s unlike America’s experience of growing into its contiguous 48-state country, which was facilitated by the common English language of its settlers and assimilated European immigrants.

Where there are unique languages in proximity to one another, there is a resistance to a multi-ethnic togetherness under a singe point of political control. This is Europe’s kaleidoscope of its many different nations. On such a polyglot continent, the strong nations will jostle against one another until a continental balance of power is found, the weak ones will go along with the dominant powers as long as their distinctness is respected.

And here is modern Poland’s uncommon condition: too strong to bend to the will of its larger neighbors, too weak to be a continental power in its own right. As a result, the country has availed itself of each of these three approaches to national security:

1. The Faraway Ally. One strategy has been to ally with a more distant power, with mixed results. Nationalists’ alliance with Napoleon Bonaparte during the Partitions era did bring about a short-lived independent Duchy of Warsaw but at too great a cost of life on his Russian campaign. An alliance with France and England in 1939 failed to deliver when it mattered. And since the end of the Cold War, the United States has been the non-regional ally, and not without benefits: NATO membership modernized Poland’s military, including combat experience in Iraq and Afghanistan. Yet the alliance also makes Poland subject to US cultural hegemony with its homosexual and anti-racist agenda.

It remains to be seen where the limits to the positives in this alliance are encountered. There is always the peril of insufficient cynicism about the US government among the older generation of politicians, whose Russophobia is a relic of the Communist decades.

2. Regional Coalition. The second security strategy is a central European alliance. The great statesman Józef Piłsudski (1867 – 1935) wanted to create an Intermaerum of east European countries from the Baltic to the Black Sea as bulwark against both German and Russian territorial ambitions. This alliance would include a number of small nations peeled away from Russian Empire’s (and later Soviet) control on the model of the 17th century Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth.

The Visegrád Four alliance with culturally-kin Czech Republic, Slovakia, and Hungary today serves a similar purpose, as does the Three-Seas Initiative of twelve east-central European countries.

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Three Seas Initiative (dark blue)

3. If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em. A third strategy is to join the strong neighbor. The Communist era was, in effect, a forced partnership with Russia that in retrospect delivered long-term blessings. And afterwards, Poland’s joining of the European Union was a voluntary indenture to Germany, with its short-term costs and payoffs.

A balance of strategies. Poland presently plays a tripartite balance of foreign policy:

  • A relationship with the United States as leverage contra the EU and Russia.
  • Subordination to Germany as an EU member state for the sake of economic benefits.
  • And an increasingly meaningful partnership with east-central European states in reaction to western Europe’s migrant-insanity and America’s globalism.

The optimism and the wariness

A dialogue in one of the early episodes of Ranczo caught my attention. There are four Village Drunk characters whose function is part comic relief, part meta-commentary. One of them is Stan Japycz, an old man who’s seen his share of historical changes. By unspoken hierarchical order, he sits at the right end of the storefront bench (from viewer’s perspective) as the elder of the group. His drinking companions are talking about the EU’s lavish financial investment in Poland. As a witness to history, he expresses his wariness of such generosity. Paraphrasing the dialogue:

“So, what will the EU want from us in return for all that free money?”
“Maybe they are just generous”
“There is no such thing as something for nothing.”
“But what about the [post-war Communist] land reforms? That was something for nothing.”
“It’s easy to take someone’s stuff and give it away to someone else. Here, the EU is giving us their own money. Mark my words, one day they’ll come to collect.”

The EU “visited to collect” in 2015, in the form of European Commission’s directive to eastern European states, including tiny countries like Latvia, take in their massive quotas of Muslim immigrants. Thank God for Viktor Orbán, who was the first to say No and stand firm on his refusal. From what I observed in Poland, remotely from here as well as during my visit three years ago, is that the Frivolous era has passed. Ranczo’s sanguine westward longing feels anachronistic today.

The idealism of its time

Imagine a television comedy series made for three-digit IQ audiences united by a common culture. No vulgarity, no gratuitous innuendo, slow narrative pace for people with normal attention spans, camera that captures the pastoral beauty of its setting. And zero Diversity; even the foreign characters were played by Polish actors, which no doubt helped foster good chemistry on the set.

I haven’t decided if the feminism, which is laid on thick in certain episodes, is conscious subversion or if it’s that era’s faith in Progress as personified by the EU. It was a campaign of eliminating (highly exaggerated) national pathologies such as wife-beating, drunkenness, laziness, corruption… things that you could say festered in the less advanced parts of Europe. But now, knowing what we know in 2019, it’s complicated because we know that thots aren’t gonna patrol themselves. Some girls like to be choked and we need them in our social fabric too. We need men who aren’t afraid of a little prison time in our social fabric too.

People who subscribed to Ranczo ideals thought that you could create a better world by eradicating common human vices. They were wrong. Pride, as all of tradition teaches us, is the downfall of the ambitious. No, dear reader in 2006. The EU will not make Poland better. It will instead try to send inbred brown rapists to your daughter’s middle school under the full protection of the state.

In another dialogue, the four storefront drunks talk about how EU will one day exploit them as cheap foreign labor and on top of it, ban their favorite activity. Which of course is open-air drinking as long as they hide the bottle from the passing village policeman. Who in turn, in accordance with prevailing social mores, pretends to not-see them drinking illegal moonshine. One character drives his point home: “Have you ever heard about open air drinking in the EU?”

Ten years later, the EU murdered the eleven-year-old Ebba Åkerlund in a country where there is no open-air drinking of moonshine. It humiliated our entire civilization in Rotherham and ignited the Gilet Jaunes uprising. No, reader from 2006, the EU can’t fix Poland’s problems. The EU is the enemy.

The characters

Ranczo is an allegory for Poland itself, with the various the characters representing certain national archetypes.

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Kusy and Lucy

Lucy. The main character, who is a young, recently-divorced Polish-American woman who moves into the village and brings Progress with her. She teaches English to children and birth control to teenagers. She solves everyone’s problems with her cheery can-do attitude. She’s Poland’s westward gaze, a hope that “this half” of our identity will lift us above the eastern backwardness.

Kusy. Her eventual love interest; they get married and have a baby in a later season. An artist earlier in his life, he works as Lucy’s handyman, self-destructively haunted by his past tragedies. He represents the national spirit over the rocky course of history. Lucy soon discovers that despite being at a low point in his life, Kusy is a brilliant, educated man of high character and she inspires him to overcome his personal demons.

The Village Mayor and the Parish Priest. My favorite characters, in a way. They are twins, played by the same actor. The Mayor represents the Communist-era despotism, corruption, and atheism. The Priest represents, of course, Roman Catholicism and the compassionate but straight-and-narrow moral code. And this is important: the twin brothers despise each other, but they often find themselves in situations where they have to work together.

Other primary characters. A few of them start out as comic-relief figures and some as villains. But each develops into a fuller character who finds redemption and of course, love:

  • Wealthy owner of a construction company, adept at greasing the right palms.
  • His wife, who owns and runs the village store in front of which our four favorite philosophers spend their days drinking.
  • Speaking of, the four storefront drunks: the venerable Stan, the two middle-aged petty criminals, and the young sometimes-employed construction worker who dreams of taking control of his destiny.
  • A highly literate but easily-led journalist.
  • An airhead coquette waitress at the local watering hole.
  • An accident-prone policeman who takes his job very seriously.
  • A destitute farm family with seven children, all prodigies. The mom is a simple woman who speaks with a backwater accent. The dad is an ex-con, along with being one of the four storefront drunks.
  • The Priest’s stout housekeeper, a pious but highly opinionated woman.
  • The Mayor’s spoiled, nagging wife.
  • The Mayor’s flaky teenage daughter Klaudia.
  • The female accountant with the Mayor’s office, a hopeless-romantic spinster.
  • A talented young intern to the Mayor, with ambitions of his own.
  • An old, reclusive herbs-woman and traditional healer.
  • The doctor and his class-conscious wife, and their rocky marriage.
  • A Machiavellian schemer who almost gets away with ruining the village; when he’s run out of town, it really had the feel of one of the 109 past (((expulsions))).

A globalist Blue Pill

One of the regular characters is Klaudia, the Mayor’s teenage daughter. She adopts a different subculture in each episode, according to an always-off-screen new boyfriend. She goes through a Punk phase, Goth, morose existentialist, vegan, Hare Krishna, businesswoman, Feng Shui enthusiast, Grunger, etc. etc. In one episode, she dates a Skinhead and as expected, shows up dressed like one. She tells Lucy about this latest thing she’s into. Lucy is Klaudia’s confidant through her normal teenage stuff.

Lucy listens with a worried look on her face as Klaudia tells her: “You know, my boyfriend says things that make a lot of sense.” She then summarizes his nationalist case, nothing more extreme than what Marine LePen would say. Overhearing this, Kusy gives Klaudia an enraged earful about hate being bad.

Kusy’s heavy-handed appeal to tolerance is a product of the Frivolous era, incomprehensible to today’s audiences in the Heroic era. The upside to having had to stomach this moment of vile globalist propaganda wrapped in such a nice television show and think about all the other viewers who saw that, is the fact that the West has now seen the fruits of tolerance and those fruits are crawling over with worms.

A nationalist Red Pill

The village Priest is in a bit of a panic because the Bishop from the big city had called him, informing him of his of his plan to visit the village. He tells the Priest not to tell anyone that he’s in fact a Bishop; he wants to come off as an ordinary Priest so that people act naturally in his presence. He wishes to see the parish as it really is, and also to take a break from the trappings of rank he deals with daily.

Beside himself with anxiety, the Priest arranges things so that the village is on its best behavior. The church dignitary arrives. It’s worth noting that the he is a tall, distinguished man with an authoritative voice. He is also a sympathetic one-time character.

Meanwhile, word gets out that the visitor is a Bishop. Oops, the priest’s housekeeper may have let that slip. So all of the townspeople prepare themselves to pretend they don’t know who he is when they meet him. The village policeman, out of uniform for the sake of being inconspicuous, trails him on his solo walks around the village to ensure his safety. The Bishop quickly notices that he’s being followed and assumes the worst: secret police surveillance.

He then runs into Kusy, whose odd words as he contemplates his next artistic project deepen the Bishop’s paranoia. Finally, Lucy approaches the Bishop in a friendly manner. Because of her foreign accent, she mentions that she’s American. But by the workings of verbal comedy, the Bishop concludes that she’s a US intelligence agent. So now his conviction that he’s under surveillance becomes more than he can stand: it’s not just domestic security organs any more, it’s now a foreign superpower that spies on an incognito clergyman visiting an obscure village. The memorable moment when the Bishop sternly lectures the bewildered Lucy:

The more things change, the more they stay the same. Before, it was the KGB that persecuted us. Now, it’s the CIA. Well, let me tell you something, Missy! This here is a free, sovereign nation. We’re not some damn colony of yours. Are we clear on that?

World War III

Our civilization will get through it if we enforce the words of Victor Orbán: “Hungary must protect its ethnic and cultural composition. Every nation has the right to say that it does not want its country to change.”

The village in Rancho represents our respective homes. This is why Lucy held on to her inheritance.

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49 thoughts on “History’s Frivolous-Heroic Cycles and “Ranczo”

  1. Sounds like a show worth watching.

    Amazing that that young lady, who sounds like she played a big part in the series, didn’t think the show would last past a season.

    Do you think it is because she said it was “odd” or just what she had known of her country at the time she started acting in it made her think it was odd? Her comment reveals much.

    [Oh, she was totally being Slavic. Fatalism and counter-jinx talk. – PA]

  2. Not knowing anything about it, I wonder if this westward-looking period contributed to the huge numbers of Poles who left to work in Germany, Holland and the UK. Or did they solely leave for economic reasons? What will the tension be between the economic benefits of these lands and the tug of “home.” I guess when there’s a huge economic downturn and the UK finally exits the EU, we will find out.

    I’m hoping they go home, for their sake and their childrens’.

  3. ‘Chasing Chopin’s Matadors’

    Young Lithuanian linguists…
    slyly scold boldly myth-maned soldiers.
    Graceful German genealogists:
    their winks’ lacy wings half-fold & purr.
    All their wanly warm existences bring baffled bliss;
    as cheer-chapped trapezists’ untold grins fin the Cold’s furs.

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  5. That’s neoliberalism: free movement of labor, which is destructive. Individual people will go where they can make money, but not so much if the wealthier country doesn’t set up incentives to undercut its own its people while bleeding young people from less affluent countries.

    I don’t have hard numbers. My sense is that much fewer people are emigrating from EE than a decade-plus ago. Many who do, work abroad seasonally or on referral but otherwise live permanently in their own country.

  6. Nicely written, PA. As I’ve written elsewhere, in places where our paths sometimes cross, I’m beginning to develop a quiet sense of hope that we’re going to be able to make things right.

    This post reminded me of Edgar Reiz’s Heimat series. I have quite an affinity with that little corner of the world, Germany’s Hunsrück, and remember thinking well of the early films. That said, I suspect that the later arc of the series (c. 2000) heads just where you’d expect. Still, I’ll try to find a way to rewatch it with your thoughts in mind.

  7. One of your richest, most rewarding posts. You’re teaching me a lot about Poland (formerly to me an obscure and amorphous land), which teaches me much about Europe, which informs my greater world view.

    I doubt one can find this elsewhere, especially presented without irritating levels of partisan snarkery, which your posts always lack.

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  9. PA:

    Do you or your readers know of any English-language Polish histories dealing with how the Poles kept the culture and nationality alive during the Partition and the resulting diaspora?

    There are many lessons for Trad Americans in the Polish experience, as you know.

    Thank you for your work.

  10. Concerned American, I truly appreciate you reading, as well as your work. I recommend these three authors who are published in English:

    Norman Davies “God’s Playground: The History of Poland Vol. 1 and 2.” He’s regarded as the preeminent historian of Poland. His being an Englishman gives him the necessary objectivity. For a mainstream intellectual, he’s taken his share of friction in academic circles over his fair treatment of sticky Polish-Jewish elements of history by being evenhanded in places where certain dogmas prevail.

    I have the 1982 edition on my shelf. Don’t know if he added material on later decades in any newer editions.

    John Radzilowski’s books. He is or was a professor of history at (iirc) University of Minnesota. He’s written a large number of books and articles about Polish diaspora in the United States, as well as on Minnesota’s history itself.

    Czeslaw Milosz “The History of Polish Literature.” That’s an in-depth study of culture from the dawn of the country a thousand years ago through the late Communist period. Being a Communist before and during WWII, he leans heavily Left so the bias is there in some of his writing, but he’s a first-rate thinker, genius in fact, and a great prose writer and that makes his books mind-expanding regardless of ideology.

  11. Here is a summary of one of the episodes that combines great comedy-writing with geopolitics as they impact people. A nice red pill contra feminism.

    The episode involves the Village Doctor and his class-conscious Wife. The doctor is a shy, mild-mannered man. The wife is an attractive woman in her late 40s, proud to be The Doctor’s Wife and always underscoring her social status with the local women. The marriage is rocky, though, owing to her husband’s wimpy personality.

    The set-up of this episode: beaming with his sudden good fortune, the Doctor tells some people that he just got an offer to work as a physician in Scotland for an astronomical salary compared to what he makes in Poland. His plan, as he tells them, is to go to Scotland alone for the first six months and then bring his wife there when he’s all set up with a house etc.

    The village is up in a panic. He’s a very competent doctor, and their only doctor. They can’t lose him to emigration. So they concoct a Plan A and a backup Plan B to keep him in the village.

    Plan A: led by the Priest’s housekeeper, the various townswomen start talking to the doctor’s wife (who is walking on air with her anticipated rise in status as a *rich* doctor’s wife). The various women casually tell her “we’re so happy for you both”… while planting a seed of panic into her mind: “You know, I’ve read that there are many Africans in Scotland. Those black nurses… young, shapely gazelles… they are starved for mature men. When they start working with your husband who is such a cultured and sophisticated doctor… You have nothing to worry about because you’re such a solid couple… but I’ve read about this one countryman leaving for the UK and running off with some wild African girl and totally forgetting his wife back in Poland….”

    The wife is driven into full paranoia about her husband’s prospects of abandoning her, but Plan A fails. She decides to go to Scotland with him right away and keep him on a short leash there.

    So, on with Plan B. The owner of the construction company takes the doctor out somewhere to get him out of his apartment, just leaving the wife there. Meanwhile, the Journalist character is told to go into the apartment and start taking sexy glamour photos of the doctor’s wife. “Do it for the good of the village, which is about to lose its only doctor,” the apprehensive journalist is so persuaded. He’s a handsome, charismatic man but as noted, easily led by stronger men. (Allegory of journalism right there).

    So the journalist knocks, the doctor’s wife lets him in, and he puts on his charmer game face. He tells her that the town newspaper will be featuring a regular photo spread of the town’s most beautiful women, purely tasteful, no nudity, blah blah blah… and she’s the editors’ unanimous first choice.

    Resistant at first but quickly overcome with appeals to her vanity, she enthusiastically agrees and changes into naughty lingerie. The journalist starts taking photos, pumping her on with “you’re a tiger, you’re so sexy!” she goes wild with her poses for the journalist’s camera. Then she says “oh hell, why not” and is just about to take off her top…

    When upon the Journalist’s window-blinds signal, the construction company owner has the Doctor walk back into the apartment. The doctor sees his wife in her lacy underwear on the couch in a compromising position with the journalist and just about to take off her bra — and he flies into a rage. The doctor chases the terrified journalist around the living room. Then catches him and knocks him unconscious with one punch.

    The wife, now shamefully covering herself with a bedsheet, is terrified of her husband, whom she’s never before seen so angry. He roars for the construction company owner and the dazed journalist to leave. He’s now alone with his wife. Being a mild mannered man, he’s about to break into tears and weep “how could you be unfaithful to me”

    But before he has a chance to do that, he notices that she’s looking at him with passion. She says: “I’ve never seen you so… masculine before… I’ve been so bad… such a bad woman… I deserve to be punished…” still angry with her, he slaps her on her bottom. And starts spanking her hard as she cries out painfully and ecstatically.

    The wife concludes that her husband is a stud and she has no chance of keeping him from straying with other women in Scotland, therefore decides that they will not be moving there.

  12. “Czeslaw Milosz…”

    I’ve heard it rumored through the grapevine that Milosz and J. Brodsky had some lengthy discussions on the diaspora dilemma (‘or lack thereof’). In the future I want to hear a Pole recite his lesser-known prose poems along the Baltic at high-tide.

  13. Related re: Culture & Heroes–

    https://www.nbcnews.com/health/health-news/u-s-death-rates-suicides-alcohol-drug-overdoses-reach-all-n1016216

    How is this related you ask? Because it ties directly to the LACK of heroes shown in media today for the white male. Combine that with lack of opportunity and the obtuse “Learn to Code” shaming message and you are seeing mass die-offs at alarming rates.

    If this were blacks in this cohort it would be on the news every single day until something was done about the “Extreme Crisis of Black Male Suicide”. Though they never state race once in this article it is easy to infer based on the geography and the well known demographics of who is doing this.

    I’m going to propose the type of radical shit that got me pinched by TPTB the first time because simple radical ideas can have outsized impact. If you are willing to die, even in a stupid and needless way through drug or alcohol overdose. Suggestion: Take people with you. Horrible? Yes. Necessary, definitely. I don’t mean random people like these fucking idiots who walk and blast a bunch of old random j00s. I mean hop in the car and selectively find targets that are worthy of your righteous wrath.

    I realize that is a hard right fap fantasy because I’ve seen the throes of suicidal addiction up close, you are so out of it you could barely find the car much less hatch a plan. But my bigger point here is, I see potential recruits. This again probably sounds sinister but you are at war, so act accordingly.

    A young to middle aged white male who is drowning himself in a bottle or a pill bottle probably has some reasons, lots real some imagined, why he is in that situation. If you can get his head somewhat straight and point out to him WHY things are this way, and WHO made them this way. Potentially you have just recruited a very potent ally, or potentially even a zealot. If he slips back into the darkness, then you now have a chance that he WILL turn that killing potential outwards on those deserving of it.

    This 100% subversive, 100% non-Christian, 100% “Alphabet Agency Attracting” message brought to you by yours truly, Jay in DC. If you wonder why ‘my thang’ happened take the above and magnify it many times over and you will better understand. There is -constant- hand wringing about how bad things are and a bunch of dumb motherfuckers sitting around with no solutions. There are MANY solutions it has to do with your raw IQ and level of risk aversion. I just gave you a powerful one that requires a small time commitment reaching out to lost souls.

    There are many many others just like this some that will keep you totally off the radar some that will put you squarely onto the radars. Pick your poison. But do SOMETHING other than keyboard warrior about ‘muh gunz stash’ because they are not going to help you. 4th Generation Warfare. Look it up. ❤ ❤ -Jay

  14. “…summary of one of the episodes…”

    Cracked me up. Felt a trifle sorry for the journalist, though, having to take a knock-out punch from the doc. But he did it for the team ( in this case his village ), which of course was an underlying theme. Wish I could have seen this episode.

  15. One more episode’s plot summary:

    The local restaurant. The only one in the village, and it’s run the hell down because of locals’ bad behavior. Loud drunken rubes sexually harassing the annoyed airhead coquette waitress Wioletka, only to get punched out by chivalrous other-drunken rubes, then brawls regularly erupting.

    The disgusted Mayor and his circle are trying to have a peaceful time at the bar but they can’t, with the savage revelry of the local hoi polloi.

    The Mayor has enough of this. He gathers together an inner circle of the village men of higher standing (including the construction company owner, the doctor, the journalist, and several others) and they all collectively invest into remodelling the restaurant into an exclusive Country Club. They literally christen it “Country Club” in English.

    Restricted membership, no rubes. They do that at first via a dress code, knowing that the rubes don’t own neckties.

    A mob of village rubes forms, led by Stan Japycz and his storefront bench drinking companions. They are despondent and outraged. “Where will we drink now?” “Well, we still have the bench in front of the store…” “But what about in the winter when it’s cold?” “That restaurant was like our home and we’ve been unfairly kicked out of this home.” “This is an injustice!”

    At first, they endeavor to work within the system. Stan says that he used to manage the uniform supply room at the Communist-days collective farm and he still has over a hundred Soviet-style red neckties from that era [which for the viewers visually evoke communism in the national memory].

    At first, the Country Club is exactly as the investors had envisioned. Opulent interiors, elegant atmosphere, just the gentry inside smoking cigars, witty conversation, laughing at each other’s sophisticated jokes… waitress Wioletka is also on cloud-nine, delighted with the gentlemanly attention of such high status men, serving them drinks, flirting with them…

    Until the mob of rubes gathers at the door of the Country Club. They are all dressed in their shabby farm garb, plus red neckties.

    They demand entry. After all, they’re meeting the dress code with those red ties. The village policeman, representing the security apparatus of the elite inside the Country Club, denies them entry under some flimsy pretext.

    They leave with their heads hung low. Then Stan, the elder storefront alcoholic, makes a rousing populist speech. Visually, the scene evokes the famous optics from the Russian Revolution, with Stan in Lenin role. The mob howls for Justice and they surround the Country Club. The People’s revolution has began.

    Meanwhile, all’s grand inside the luxurious Country Club. Until a rock breaks a window. And another. Everyone inside tenses up in fear as the policeman steps out to disperse the mob but he is pelted with rocks and driven back inside. Doom is upon the huddled gentry inside.

    They escape the restaurant and the mob pursues the despotic village Mayor. He barricades himself at his home, a large mansion with beautiful gardens. The mob is throwing rocks and calling for the mayor’s head. Shaking with fear, the mayor calls his hated twin brother, the Priest.

    The priest arrives and goes inside. He is delighted to see his brother in such straits. He lectures the mayor about all of his years of corruption finally catching up with him. But he does the right thing: he steps out onto the mayor’s balcony and addresses the mob.

    The Church is respected and trusted by the People. Likewise, the priest has good relations with all of the townsfolk, especially the lower class farmers. He speaks to them from the Mayor’s balcony:

    “There will be no violence and no destruction of property. You will put your scythes and pitchforks away and you will go back to your homes. The Mayor, in return, has agreed to open the Country Club to all of the local community.”

    [“What?! I agree to no such thing!” hisses the still-trembling mayor. “Do you want to be carried off by this mob?” whispers the Priest back to him.]

    The priest continues to address the cheering mob: “However – …” and he lists a number of rules of civilized behavior that they are to abide by at all times while inside the Country Club.

    Seizing on the opportunity, the Priest also adds his own condition: “And the Country Club will be closed on Sundays. No drinking on the Lord’s day. Sunday is a day of prayer and contemplation.”

    An agreement between the Ruling Class as represented by the mayor and The People as represented by Stan and his inner circle of bench drinkers, is getting hammered out… but then one of the revolutionaries inadvertently tosses his cigarette into fireworks supply at the restaurant and the (empty at that point) Country Club burns down to the ground.

    In a subplot, that’s the first time Kusy and Lucy make love. The camera modestly pulls away from their bedroom and pans over the evening panorama, with the burning Country Club’s massive fireworks exploding over the village

    End of episode. Over the next few episodes, the storefront drinkers mobilize the entire village to donate money into rebuilding the Country Club.

    They oversee construction progress and kick the lazy contractors off the job site. Confronted with complaints, the owner of the construction company says: “There’s nothing I can do about my awful laborers. All of my good workers ran off to England.”

    Finally, the young storefront drinker picks up the tools and says: “I will rebuild the restaurant all by myself for no pay, no matter how long it takes!” And he starts laying bricks. Inspired by his example, the other idle men gathered about join him in the work.

    And soon, the Country Club is rebuilt. More beautiful than before. The entire community gets to enjoy it and everyone has a good time and is on good behavior while inside.

  16. It sounds like a good show but without subtitles it won’t be the same. Hardcore nationalists might say that it ought not have subtitles, but probably the writers and actors and producers would like more views so maybe they should make it happen.

    Everyone is missing for Community — but the village life in Poland sounds like they are missing for it by a lot less.

    Reminds in this regard of the famous American show Northern Exposure.

  17. In a subplot, that’s the first time Kusy and Lucy make love. The camera modestly pulls away from their bedroom and pans over the evening panorama, with the burning Country Club’s massive fireworks exploding over the village

    That’s how sex should be portrayed. Subtly and symbolically. I recall from a Russian Lit class in college, it might have been Chekhov, how he described two lovers after the act, eating watermelon together. Clear enough symbolism? one would hope, but the professor was sure to point it out to his 150 dipshit college students.

    The final exam was a simple a mix and match, where a selection from each of the required readings had to be matched to the reading. I finished the ten mix-and-matches in maybe 45 seconds and got up and handed my exam to the professor, and he looked it over and we stood there and chatted for a minute while no one else finished. I may have been the only one to have read the books.

  18. As far as going out in a blaze of glory. People who are suicidal are generally suicidal because they feel hopeless and powerless to make things happen in their own lives. It’s sort of catch-22, then, for them to accomplish much in the way of renegade martyrdom. On the other hand it seems to work for the arabs.

    But actually though, I don’t know that it can be said as to why people are suicidal. It’s not just that they feel hopeless about effecting change in their own lives, it’s also the more existential black pills that are very real.

    Caesar has the great quote — “Men who are willing to die for something are a dime a dozen; but those who are willing to Live for something cost a lot more.”

  19. Jay in DC: a comment under last week’s Charlottesville post: “Trump’s not here to boost us up, prop up emotions, pat us on the back or give pep talks.”

    I respect the point of view but disagree with it. Other than morale, we have nothing. It is in my opinion, very much Trump’s job to prop up emotions because like you say, there is a White suicide epidemic. There was the high and the hope of his election. And things had gotten worse since then. Not in every way, as he’s helping bring back industry, mining, etc. But immigration is highest it’s ever been. Heartland’s men are committing suicide because they have no hope and Trump is not communicating one bit of “help is on the way.”

  20. — The final exam was a simple a mix and match, where a selection from each of the required readings had to be matched to the reading. I finished the ten mix-and-matches in maybe 45 seconds and got up and handed my exam to the professor, and he looked it over and we stood there and chatted for a minute while no one else finished.

    Having once been a mere grad student TA and tutor at a university, I will confirm this: the professor appreciated you big time.

  21. If anyone is interested, “Ranczo” DVDs come with English subtitles. The ten-seasons set is available on Amazon.

  22. Who says that only black men can sprint? World record-setting 4×400 performance at 2018 world indoor championships in Birmingham UK. Kudos to the USA team as well:

  23. Is 400 meters a sprint? Yes and no. You run it like a sprint – all out the entire way. You need the inborn sprinter’s leg speed, which cant be trained. Unlike with middle distance, you can’t settle into aerobic performance. You sprint as though it were a 100 meter dash but then you have to go into oxygen debt in the latter half of the race.

    While in oxygen debt, your body becomes fueled by lactic acid. This is where you get that burning feeling in your legs. If you don’t have the right talent and training, your legs will stiffen up. When you start to tighten up when that acid is eating your leg muscle. The utmost focus becomes on keeping your hands loose, and the rest of the body will follow.

    The 400 meters is the most agonizing of track events. The mental component is the will to push through the last 100 meters on sheer will power. Respect to anyone who competes in that event.

    In outdoor track, 400 meters is once around. In indoor, it’s two laps.

  24. “…4×400…”

    Outstanding. In college, the 200 & 400 were my best events. I was occasionally selected as the final leg of the 4 x 100, depending on hip-health (my hips were rather prone to injury.) Sprinting remains a rhythmically staggering & athletically blinding sport. May it live on!

  25. That’s impressive as hell. I was an 800 meter runner.

    A good friend of mine / teammate ran the 100 meter hurdles. There was a bit of a friendly joke on County-level competition that he was the familiar face as the only White guy in any kind of finals starting line. He’d typically finish near the front, but hadn’t won the event on championship level.

  26. I flirted some with the 110m hurdles before college; won my races, but (alas) the strict sprints I came to prefer after savoring the ruthlessness of the relay as a lad. Later trained with an Australian-American powerlifter doing short, explosive bursts mountainside; this changed my perspective on the robust & vertiginous musculature of the weather’s windy spiritual winnings, but turned me more heavily to drink to fully perceive Life as a truly heraldic victor.

  27. The uber German looking Matthew Boling of Texas just ran the fastest 100m in high school history. He will surely run the 100, 200 and 400 in college. He’s 6-2 and setting records at almost every event now.

  28. “…of Texas…”

    Dreamy Dallas for ploys & steaks,
    Woe-whistled Waxahachie for the ribs.
    Elle Paso’s got a lake…
    Where wagons shed coy cribs.
    Fury’s baby chews a cake—
    the rueful breezes never glib.

  29. “…Guadalupe Peak, the tallest mountain…”

    Lily Pons recorded some magnificent operettas near there. My uncle attended her funeral. He said it was ‘saccharinely sobering,’ but worthwhile.

    Here’s to TX…

  30. Texas segues into The Krypto Report, which is Daily Stormer’s podcast show. It’s doing well. Azzmador is from Texas and he is a character. He is older gen x. A big boy at 6 foot 4 and with a history. He has a radio voice and personality. There’s criticisms to be made, but this is a shout out to him and his Crew.

    The criticism I would make, is for them NOT to read (over the air) any articles that are to be discussed. Do the damned prep and have a summary ready. Always be striving for better and more polished.

    His crew member Hate Farmer is an excellent addition. The last show had a good misogyny rant about how you can never hit a woman, because if you do it will cause problems (for you). It featured a rl story how his bitch ran out into the road bare ass naked and had to be brought back and locked up behind a chained door in the trailer.

  31. The other criticism about the show — and this is totally off topic, sorries — is the diet advice to only eat vegetables and meat. And then ironically, later in the show, a heart rendering [ pun intended ] description of feed lots and slaughter houses. Azz is of course totally cognizant of the irony, he is a smart guy. This modern world, it’s a hell of a thing to put an animal through.

    The idea that carbs are bad for you is dumb. The correct answer is that too many carbs can give you gas. But no, Virginia, potatoes and beans and rice and yes even pasta and bread, is not bad for you. Ffs already.

    People do develop allergic reactions too many grains though. Cut back on them if necessary, or even eliminate them. Sailer made a good diet post a long time ago, that is obvious enough: different populations will have evolved different ideal balances for what to eat. And even w/i populations, it was suggested that the poorer people will have accommodated to a different diet.

  32. “…it’s a hell of a thing to put an animal through.”

    The mathematician/philosopher H.D. Thoreau knew this all too well; his purported last words:

    “Moose,” and “indian.”

    @elk: you always make me chuckle. The comically-infused spirit of a legit musician.

    “I think a composer is always interested in his last work.”
    —Ligeti

  33. Guadalupe Peak, eh? That is good trivia. W/o looking it up, my guess is 6700 feet. Much higher than Minnesota which is Eagle Mountain at something like 2400, the view from which hills includes not only eagles below on the updraft, but also the big lake.

    What’s the highest mountains in Australia. A great man-zone movie is The Man From Snowy River, which is set in those mountains. It starts out this guy’s dad getting killed on the job, which is at the Ranch incidentally, by a wild bronco, for which specific type of horse they had a special word.

    And so then our young proto-Aussie sets off on his quest to be a man. Spoiler: he succeeds. He becomes the man from Snowy River, at the very end of the flick. Before that the man in question was maybe his father, or maybe this other guy Brady.

    There is a great climax / denouement scene in which he says to the big boss rancher, after having corralled and saved his herd, above and beyond for he was merely, that he will be back for the horses that he won in payment and “anything else that is mine” referring to the love interest daughter.

  34. Guadalupe Peak looks like nasty barren desert from a distance but up close on the trail it’s surprisingly verdant. I was there in August of the 90s, during desert blooming season. Gorgeous climb. Lunar landscape of the world from the peak though. Salt flats and vastness.

    I also hiked up Mt St Helen’s in the 90s. More recently, one of the peaks at Zion National Park in Utah.

    Here near Mordor, it’s two hours to the Blue Ridge Mountains. Old Rag in Virginia is a good hike. Did it once, mobilizing my local friends to get up on her again.

  35. Though I imagined it’s been brought up before, anyone spend any time in the Smokeys?

    There’s so much of the country I haven’t witnessed but am looking to change that.

    Unfortunately, my trails always led me west which is all desert when one does their history.

    Back in my overt sportsball days, namely fatball (football) I wanted to visit each NFL stadium. I might still do it if only to traverse the US

  36. I’ve been to the Smokeys many times. Eastetn TN and western NC. Some real out of the way places. 45 minute drive to the nearest store, so stock up good. As I’m told by someone whom I used to visit there: you’re either part of a tight knit Baptist church there, or you end up a meth addict.

    Lots of drug and alcohol addiction among people who dont make it for one reason or another. Lost souls who will get drunk on your booze and pass out in your house if out of charitable feelings you pay them some insane amount of money to clean it. (True story)

    Very unwelcome place for outsiders to live outside of the few SWPL enclaves like Blowing Rock NC. Not because of overt hostility. People are friendly. But you’re either part of a local church and not faking it, or you’re so isolated from everyone and everything.

    On a Sunday way deep in the mountains, you can see nothing but forested mountains everywhere, and then pass a little tiny wooden Baptist church and a gazillion cars/trucks parked everywhere around it.

  37. ” But immigration is highest it’s ever been. Heartland’s men are committing suicide because they have no hope and Trump is not communicating one bit of “help is on the way.”

    There are a few reasons for this suicide epidemic:

    Lack of economic opportunity.
    Breakdown of the family structure / feminism ” empowered ” women.
    Envy of a ” mythical ” life portrayed on Talmudvision.
    Lack of purpose.
    Loss of status in society ( as white males ).

    However, the biggest is a loss of believe in their own religion. Its obvious that if huwhyte man still believed Christianity to be a ” true ” thing then suicide would not be an issue. Basically, huwhytes have justifiably lost faith in a religion that has contributed to undermining white societies and has failed intellectual examination of its main tenants and historical validity. For the white race to survive it must adopt a new faith not prone to submission and pacificity. A faith that white men would be willing to die for. Just like our ancestors had in the past, and are enemies currently have.

  38. I’ve stated many times in the past, that Poland is being setup by the US and the ((( ))) to be the sacrificial lamb / frontline in the coming confrontation with Russia. The US is not Poland’s friend and never has been, as shown by the Yalta conference. No where in history has a true sovereign country begged for foreign troops to be stationed on its soil for protection. That alone tells me Poland is an vassal state whose government has bee infiltrated. The reason the Polish government makes small steps in these matters is because the main Polish population is still against most Western ” gifts. Homosexuality, foreign religions, mass immigration, attacks on Polish culture / history, feminism , and so forth. One of the other reasons for the introduction of US bases in Poland is to slowly seed all those western gifts to general population through proxy exposure.

  39. US military presence in eastern Europe is a bad thing. They need to go. Whatever the US strategic plans were with regards to some apocalyptic confrontation with Russia, Trump’s administration had put them on hold. Permanently if all goes well. Clearly, something was planned under the never-materialized Hillary Clinton administration.

    In parallel developments, whatever the plans were for Syria and Iran wars, those ambitions are also getting choked back.

    The US government is, first and foremost, an enemy of its own people. The best outcome going by present understanding of the world: the USA collapses in a way that makes the American Empire unaffordable. It withdraws all of its armed forces to within its own borders and turns its attention to domestic housecleaning.

  40. ” In parallel developments, whatever the plans were for Syria and Iran wars, those ambitions are also getting choked back. ”

    However, those aren’t the US’s plans and ((( ))) will get their way no matter who the president is.
    Additionally, Russia is being encircled by US bases which are all undergoing a slow motion military build up, Poor Poland figures greatly in this activity. As proven by the migrant invasion debacle Dump is a charlatan , liar, and a stooge of the ((( ))). Poland’s ” love ” of Dump will be it’s undoing.

    – Iran responsible for ‘blatant assault’ on oil tankers in Gulf of Oman, Mike Pompeo says –

    https://www.foxnews.com/world/highly-likely-iran-responsible-oil-tanker-attack-gulf-oman-defense

  41. @PA:

    South-central Germany and N. York’s relations have a significant bearing on the mill-mitted faun known as French Live Theatricals. From what I gather, Poland has some historical ties to that esthetic development. Another fiery ‘cheers’ to G. Apollinaire! Top-shelf sherry for the persistent prince!

  42. “as shown by the Yalta conference”

    Roosevelt and Churchill were scum but I dont blame them for Yalta. The Soviets already occupied the eastern half of Europe. It worked out for the best. Communism was less destructive of its subject-peoples than liberal democracy.

  43. ” It worked out for the best. ”

    True, but that was an unintended consequence. The scum could have marched east, but that was never the plan , after all, the allies supplied the Soviets in a massive way to defeat the Germans. Makes one wonder.

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