This was intended to be a shorter post for the week, as projects and research have taken up most of my time, but it turned out to be about the usual length. Watching the meltdown over the past week over two barely-related topics made me really think about the timing of their breaking: Game of Thrones approaching its humorously absurd conclusion, and the state of Alabama passing what is the strictest American anti-abortion law in living memory. Continue reading “A Mediocre Sense of Evil”
Like most young reactionaries who survived the public school system and years of university, there comes a point where you question just about everything you were ever taught by a figure of authority. You don’t quite figure out that literally every single thing you ever learned in those institutions was wrong, but that’s only because those institutions had to teach you how to read, write, and add numbers together. Everything else, however, falls under suspicion. Continue reading “A Reactionary Cosmology”
When someone utters the term “Christian monasticism,” the Western mind probably conjures up images of dimly-lit temples and Gothic architecture, candles illuminating monks in brown robes as they transcribe ancient texts into medieval tomes, Gregorian chants, and the occasional pillaging and burning by Vikings. While this describes an important aspect of Catholic monasticism during the middle ages, the Christian tradition monks serving God in secluded hermitages extends as far back as at least the third century, beginning in the Egyptian desert west of the Nile and some ways northwest of Memphis. The establishment of Nitria, Kellia, and perhaps most noteworthy, Scetis, marked the beginning of Christian asceticism that, in various forms, has endured even into today. Continue reading “Spotlight: Sayings of the Desert Fathers”
“Well, that’s just your opinion, man. We’ll juts have to agree to disagree.”
Sure. We can agree to disagree on the indisputable fact that mayonnaise has no business being on a hamburger. We can agree to disagree that driving a stick shift makes for a more pleasant experience when outside of major cities. We can even agree to disagree over whether Natalie Portman was more attractive in Attack of the Clones than Carrie Fischer was in The Return of the Jedi. Continue reading ““It’s Not Up to Me.””
Last week, we looked at the recently reprinted missal of the Latin Mass that was put together back in 1945 by Fr. Francis Xavier Lasance. I hope to do a post at some point in the future on the life of Fr. Lasance, but for now, we’ll continue reviewing some of his works readily available in English. Today, we’re looking at the largest prayer book he ever assembled, which came to be known as his Blessed Sacrament Prayer Book. Continue reading “REVIEW: The Blessed Sacrament Prayer Book of Father Lasance”
We all watched the flames consume the historic spire of Notre-Dame on Monday, burning it down to its skeleton before it went crashing into the roof of the thirteenth-century cathedral. We waited for news about the relics and artwork inside and wondered about the state of the glass in the windows that had managed to survive two world wars, Napoleon, the Revolution, and the Reformation. And when the flames were finally extinguished, we watched with baited breaths as emergency officials picked through the sanctuary to determine the building’s soundness. Continue reading “Modernity’s Historical Illiteracy — Ecclesia et Synagoga”
It’s a funny thing to review a missal. You can’t review most of the content in it, since it’s not really reviewable content, so all you’re left with is a) its aesthetics, b) its utility, and c) its supplementary material. If your volume can beat out the competition on even just two out of three counts, well hey, two out of three ain’t bad. Continue reading “REVIEW: Father Lasance Missal”
Firstly, QNUW Is Back.
And nothing has really changed. I’ll explain: Continue reading “Get Away From Politics”
I think I’ve finally found common ground with radical feminists.
They’re concerned about rape culture, the degradation of women into sex objects, the insecurity they face in relationships that start as hook-ups, and a slew of other factors. Traditionalists and neoreactionaries are also concerned about some of this stuff, though not in so many words. The voluntary degeneration of women into sex slaves, the wanton disregard for decency in public, and the near-abolition of the family all weigh heavily on our minds, but maybe the solutions to all these problems are right in plain sight. Continue reading “Maybe Radical Feminism Isn’t So Bad After All”