“The so-called 'Left-Hand Path' - that of Kaulas, Siddhas and Viras - combines the... Tantric worldview with a doctrine of the Übermensch which would put Nietzsche to shame... The Vira - which is to say: the 'heroic' man of Tantrism - seeks to sever all bonds, to overcome all duality between good and evil, honor and shame, virtue and guilt. Tantrism is the supreme path of the absolute absence of law - of shvecchacarī, a word meaning 'he whose law is his own will'." ― Julius Evola, The Path of Cinnabar.

“It is necessary to have “watchers” at hand who will bear witness to the values of Tradition in ever more uncompromising and firm ways, as the anti-traditional forces grow in strength. Even though these values cannot be achieved, it does not mean that they amount to mere “ideas.” These are measures…. Let people of our time talk about these things with condescension as if they were anachronistic and anti-historical; we know that this is an alibi for their defeat. Let us leave modern men to their “truths” and let us only be concerned about one thing: to keep standing amid a world of ruins.” ― Julius Evola, Revolt Against the Modern World: Politics, Religion, and Social Order in the Kali Yuga.

“We are born into this time and must bravely follow the path to the destined end. There is no other way. Our duty is to hold on to the lost position, without hope, without rescue, like that Roman soldier whose bones were found in front of a door in Pompeii, who died at his post during the eruption of Vesuvius because someone forgot to relieve him. That is greatness. That is what it means to be a thoroughbred. The honorable end is the one that can not be taken from a man.” ― Oswald Spengler, Man and Technics: A Contribution to a Philosophy of Life.

Monday, June 29, 2009


Apparently, if we follow mainstream media inference by omission, N. Korean funnyman Kim Jong-il decided launching a missile at Hawaii so soon after the death of Michael Jackson would be too hard on the American people. Even he is not that cruel. At least that’s how it looked by the way in which the headlines changed from one day to the next – from international crisis to the death of another morbid celebrity.

I’m not really moved one way or another by the death of Michael Jackson. Personally I think he was a fucking creep, and given his obvious self-loathing he is probably better off dead. Many bash him for being a pedophile, but given how people behave around wealth and the way media invents horrors, that may or may not be true. Others take up for him, even if they hate his music, as a perennial outsider. Personally I have more respect for outsiders that actually contribute something to the world besides more inane jungle music. It is an insult to compare Jackson to Howard Hughes, as some have done. Howard Hughes revolutionized aviation and satellite technology – the long-term impact of his existence is all around us. The only impact from Michael Jackson I see are more disposable music fans with no lives of their own. It is also interesting to watch the black community rally behind someone who spent so much of his life, health, and fortune trying to escape being black. Sorry, I’ll save my reverence for someone with less self-loathing and something more to offer.

This was definitely the month for celebrity deaths. Farah Fawcett, who elicited so much pubescent masturbation with her protruding nipples in the 70s, died of colon cancer. She was always too skinny for my taste, but she did demonstrate that she could actually act in a couple of her later films.

The internet newswire headlines also inform me someone named “Billy May” died. I have NO idea who this person was or what he did. One of the advantages of having never subscribed to television in my adult life.

As a childhood fan of the TV series KUNG FU, it was slightly more personal that David Carradine died in an auto-erotic-asphyxia-related misadventure. Although he was the lesser light of a family of actors, taking third place to his father John Carradine and brother Keith, he did achieve a slight iconic status, and it was a pleasure to see him get some cult recognition in KILL BILL. I hope his last orgasm was his best.

On another note, a musician actually worthy of the term, master sarod player Ali Akbar Khan recently passed away at the age of 87, fortunately leaving for posterity a substantial record of his exceptional talent.

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