The Moral Right To Say “No”

We have not exploited the countries from which these refugees are coming to Europe these days, we have not used their labour force and finally we have not invited them to Europe. We have a full moral right to say No.

From last week’s speech by Jarosław Kaczyński, chairman of Poland’s ruling Law and Justice party. Each nation’s circumstances are different. In Poland’s case, Kaczyński is absolutely right: there is no basis, in a liberal moral system, to hold Poland and several other European nations accountable for their past entanglements with third world peoples.

Does this mean that countries that did have colonies and had invited non-European labor into their homes are morally obligated to take in immigrants? Of course, not. That’s because the liberal moral system is not a legitimate guide for Western nations — it is alien and opportunistic rather than traditional and idealistic.

However, attention to the liberal moral system is indicated because its protean premises and logic are necessary, at the present, to validate any political act undertaken by a Western nation. Whites have always derived legitimacy of action from the alignment of their motives with universal morality; that, in my view, is innate to us and this is why we are seen as the only race that possesses moral agency.

Our universalist thinking predates Christianity, whose tenets, from a secular point of view, are aligned with our a-priori impulses. The modus operandi of Leftism was to subvert our relationship with Christian morality by keeping its language but replacing its spirit with their own unclean breath. The Cultural Marxist usurpation is not historically unique in that regard, except that has turned our own nature against us on an unprecedentedly self-destructive scale.

Kaczyński’s above-quoted words parry one Marxist argument (“Europe must take in refugees because racist debts”) with another (“Poland has no such debts”). His speech effectively rebuffs false-premise dialectic on its own terms.

Every mainstream populist leader in Europe understands that, at the moment, his public address is constrained by the captivity of the Western mind — the West’s voters and national institutions — to the false morality of Marxism. This is also why Viktor Orbán’s speeches include appeals to liberal values such as tolerance and female equality. To win, you play the game by its present rules, until your audience is ready for you to discard present rules.

A genuine Western moral system — as codified by Christian doctrine and in harmony with natural law — was never killed by Jewish Marxism, and never will be as long as we live. Our legitimate morality is submerged under impostor-morality. Listen to your own mute voice and hear your own thoughts:

Even the lowest bug fights to live.

Thou shalt not kill, another or yourself for illegitimate reasons. In other words, no nation is obligated to snuff out her own posterity. Yet this is being enthusiastically carried out, not only in the case of Western Europe’s post-war waves of immigration, but in an even more influential example — the United States and her blacks. From the standpoint of liberal morality, the case for absolute black equality is incontrovertible: slavery and segregation were sins to be atoned for, with damage to be ameliorated. So Americans did that… and created a low-grade beast that begs to be put down.

Language, no less so the moral language behind the hissing for White Genocide, is “words, words, words,” per Shakespeare. And so are any retorts on the political stage. But the soil from which the words spring — either as cultivated roses or as poison ivy — is real. It is time to eradicate (to pull up by the roots) the false morality of Marxism and let legitimate European morality again flourish so we affirm that our nations have the full moral right to say “No” to being replaced, and then to act in accordance with this imperative to live and not die.

To independence!




Dr. Helen comments on a London School of Economics study that shows happiness peaking at the age of 23 and again at 69:

Notice that the theme here seems to be that people are happiest when not raising a family. Everyone in-between is probably dealing with a lot more stress.

What is this “happiness” they speak of? I’m alive and of alert mind, so I scan the landscape with cold hate every single day, but also with gratitude for the small things that make life a gift. The years between 23 and 69 are life’s in media res. At twenty-two, I had dropped out of college and worked two full-time restaurant jobs. And yet, having that smoke with the guys after work on a moonlit summer night made it a good year.

Nobody chooses his birth year and today neoliberalism aims to destroy everything we build, everything we value. So under the present deal, there are things that need to be done and snares to be avoided. Happiness is not the real thing, it is the sunlight that warms your skin when you strike the balance of performing your duty and enjoying your freedom. Other than that, there is silence, trees, and the open sky. It doesn’t take much to make me happy.



Cynicism generally aims in the direction of truth, but it lacks the range to reach it. Cynicism’s overcorrection, the Pollyanna placebo, demoralizes. So instead, we push through the lazily mechanistic and the anodyne cowardly thoughts, to face the sun.

Nothing stops me from turning my back on everything and henceforth surfing lively comment threads while drinking myself to death. It’s comforting, knowing that I can leave it all behind. But that would be an anxious, irremediable slide.

I met a man whose wife contradicts everything he says. It is clear that he had never told her, in private: you need to shut your mouth. The imprisoned modern men forgot that they don’t have to live like this.

The immortals on Olympus were superior to us by every measure, yet they envied mankind for the one thing we have, that they wanted — our capacity to feel. For men and women, it all hangs on a thin string. That makes the dark more terrifying to us, and the cold glass of water more quenching.

I faced the sun over the three-day poolside weekend. The tendrils of joy will live in their hearts for the next eighty years. This didn’t just happen by itself. I don’t have the luxury of letting my attention float away like a balloon.

What do you think about life?