Love in the Time of Coronavirus

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I have to admit it. I love the restrictions and hope they continue indefinitely. Social distancing works for me. There is something vulgar about shaking hands and the incessant hugging that seems to be de rigueur these days. Bowing and the Roman salute are much more civilized methods of greeting.

Since the quarantine, society seems to be much more polite and thoughtful. People are more serious, and America has not been a serious country since about 1962. Indeed, behaviorally speaking, America in April 2020 resembles the America I remember back in my youth during the 1950s and 60s.

I see families working together in their yards. I see mothers and fathers playing with their children. In some cases, I have seen parental reinforcement of traditional gender roles with fathers tossing balls to their sons while mothers and daughters are planting posies. One woman I know has decided not to return to work after the quarantine is lifted. She has so enjoyed her time with her young children that she has decided her office job isn’t worth it.

Globalism’s reputation has been sullied beyond redemption, the European Union is on the verge of collapse, and ordinary people are now loudly proclaiming the need to bring supply chains home to America and abandon the ridiculous concept of just-in-time manufacturing. Saving for a rainy day is now cool, and people are finally beginning to identify with the ant rather than the grasshopper. Best of all, college campuses are ghost towns. I’d gladly take an epidemic of Coronavirus over the completely toxic disease of what is ironically called American higher education any day of the week. Most colleges and universities are predicting declines in Fall enrollment anywhere from 20 to 50 percent. There is fear and trembling in the administrative offices and faculty clubs of American universities, and I love it. Think of all of those “diversity” officers and instructors of gender studies who will be out of jobs next semester. Better learn to code.

A number of pundits on the Right (and even some on the Dissident Right) have posited theories that the response to the Coronavirus is a vast plot by the globalist oligarchs to entrap people at home and control their movements through GPS systems or even barcodes tattooed on the arms of Corona-free individuals. I could not disagree more. The last thing that the globalists wanted was to reacquaint American consumers with their families. The quarantine has provided the one commodity that the oligarchs never wanted Americans consumers to consume: time for reflection.

Upon reflection, many Americans have discovered that they have been sold a bill of goods by the globalists and their bought-and-paid-for politicians from both sides of the establishment uniparty; upon reflection, many American women have discovered that they have been sold a bill of goods by the feminist establishment, that the joys of motherhood vastly outweigh the joys of shuffling papers as a cog in a corporate bureaucracy; upon reflection, many American college students have discovered that they have been sold a bill of goods from the educational establishment since kindergarten, that they have beggared themselves to pursue meaningless degrees with little educational but much propagandistic content.

The restrictions of the quarantine require discipline, and discipline favors the white race. Life, like great art, needs limitations. A haiku is a 17-syllable poem restricted to three lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables respectively. Its power, the succinctness of its imagery, is a result of the restrictions of the form. Similar restrictions inform almost all artistic forms. Formless art is a contradiction in terms. In a similar sense, laissez-faire economics and libertarian (and liberal) politics are also oxymorons.

Science has shown us that there is form everywhere in the universe, from the subatomic to the cosmological levels. The form of the universe is restricted by the laws of the universe. If those restrictions were not in place the universe would not adhere; it would have no form; it would be nothing but chaos. It is precisely the formlessness of modern life, its lack of restrictions, that has made life in the America of 2020 a living hell, especially for white Americans.

So I say let the quarantine continue. That little virus has done more for the cause of the white race than anything since the Immigration Act of 1924. Next, we can reinstate the Blue Laws and dress codes in public schools. After that, perhaps a return to redlining and restrictive covenants.

We don’t need or want the formlessness of a deracinated existence that is consumed solely by mindless consumerism. A wise man once said that if you have a library and a garden you have everything you need. I have both, that’s all I need, and I love it. And I wish the same for all white people everywhere.

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