A Post That Leads To A Post About Two Other Posts.

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Or why I should be poemin,’ or at least self publishing B-Grade Spy Thrillers.

Of, but not part of the world, or is it the other way around? Either way, it’s not to be, and even in old age, I’m thick in the flux of what’s current. Or pretend to be. It just might be the automatic default position for an autodidact like me.

Why in the hell am I conversant with the life and work of Sayyid Qutb. And feel that you should be too. And then why would I swipe a current paragraph from what was once called the Paleolithic rag of American political conservatism…

“Rose is getting at something crucial here: that there is enough truth mixed into the alt-right philosophy to prevent it from being easily dismissed — something we ignore at our peril. I read some Julius Evola once — he’s one of the thinkers Rose covers — to see why his name keeps popping up. I found it entrancing, on a certain level. There were deep insights in his book, but he is also batshit crazy. (I felt the same way reading the Islamist theorist Sayyid Qutb.) If you don’t grapple with the deeply insightful part, you cannot understand why people who ought to know better accept the batshit crazy part.”

My point here is that western civilization is engaged in a three front war. And as horrible as Trump maybe, he’s but a pimple on an axis of attitudes determined to attack and overturn the bottom line beliefs and understandings of two millennia. And that’s an existential threat. To understand these threats, and successfully push back, you need to go deeper.

So here’s the link to the post that links to the two other posts.

Do what ya will. I’m off to write that romantic adventure.

I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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