Home Is Where the Hate Is

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Some diseases have different names but the effect is still the same. German Measles, for example, is also known as Rubella, which sounds as though she might be a bad girl from a sci-fi movie. Scurvy, once the scourge of the British Royal Navy until they got to the tropics and found some decent citrus fruit with its abundance of vitamin C, has an embarrassment of names: Moeller’s disease, Cheadle’s disease, Scorbutus, Barlow’s disease, and Hypoascorbemia. But these are physical ailments; easier, perhaps, to pin down and give a name to than mental disorders. What can we call a disease of the mind so serious it is beginning to look as though there were no cure?

The symptoms of this malady are a hatred of your homeland and an intense mistrust of and unease with those of your own ethnicity, provided that ethnicity is white, along with its re-written past. This is one of those race-preferential diseases, like thalassemia with blacks and Tay-Sacs Disease with Jews. So, what are the symptoms?

Classicists might prefer the late Sir Roger Scruton’s diagnosis of “oikophobia”. This is an ancient Greek portmanteau word meaning “a hatred of home”, oikos being Greek for “home” or “household”, and also being the root of oikonomos, our “economics”, which meant for the Greeks household management. The “phobia” bit we are obviously all too familiar with, what with all the various phobias whites tend to be diagnosed with, often without examination. Homophobia, Islamophobia, transphobia; we whites have a range of dangerous illnesses. I’m surprised we are not eligible for healthcare and free medical advice. Oh, wait. We are. My mistake. Never was a race so doctored, so overwhelmingly in receipt of medical advice, prognosis and diagnosis, concerning how advanced and virulent our white condition is, whether we asked for a medical opinion or not.

The next symptom in the medical almanac is ethno-masochism. The “ethno” part, again, we whites get. It’s a tiresome prefix whose cognates we hear on a daily basis. But we are not allowed to view anything on the basis of ethnicity – or “through the lens of race”, as the nurse calls it – unless it is everyone else’s but our own. Ethnicity is both our hubris and our nemesis. Quite a feat, when you think about it. Talk about the white man’s burden. We got a double dose when we never even wanted the first one. A vaccine against the disease of whiteness. I’m surprised Pfizer aren’t marketing one. Ethno-masochism owes its second half to Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, the author of Venus in Furs, who bequeathed his name as the word “masochism” to language in the same way the Marquis de Sade gave his to “Sadism”. We recall the old gag. “Beat me,” says the masochist. “No,” replies the sadist. That is a little like what is happening to whites now, except the sadists are telling us to beat ourselves. Many of us dutifully comply with doctor’s orders.

Then there is “mea-culpism”, which seems to have been coined by Takuan Seiyo. This is the third symptom to go with hatred of home and of one’s own ethny. Mea-culpism is the notion that the achievements of white men are somehow responsible for the current lamentable state of the world by virtue of the fact that they are responsible for the good old Marxist – and ultimately false – dichotomy of oppressor and oppressed. Leftists need to understand a simple fact concerning the past. There are no oppressors and oppressed in history, just winners and losers. A sports coach whose team has just been beaten in a big game may make excuses for defeat, but he is unlikely to whine about how his team were oppressed. There is, as they say in the law “no fault”, just circumstance. This Latinate construction, mea-culpism, could be clumsily rendered as “My fault-ism”. So, we have our disease, or diagnosis. Is there a cure?

Yes, say the ever-helpful elites, our ideological doctors and nurses, there is a cure. It’s called “diversity”, and from now on you will refer to it as your, as our, strength. As you take more and more of your medicine, as your homelands fill with blacks and browns, you will come to hate your homes less as you come to love your new neighbors. Your ethno-masochism will abate as the necessity of working harder to support your new friends will leave you little time for morbid introspection. Another reason to thank the diversity-bringers – and their many children – is that you will feel less guilt about your imperial past, the one you mistakenly think of as “civilization.”

Sometimes, of course, the patient must be restrained for his own good. He may not want to take his medicine. He may claw at the tubes and attachments going into and out of his body. But a good nurse knows all about restraint, and also that the best way to get a child to take its medicine is to sugar-coat the pill. And it is the children who must be treated first.

The role of education in curing the white of his sickness is paramount. And so the white child begins to come home from school having learnt that she is a racist, that slavery was the fault of her granny and grandpa from the olden days, and that the full name of Islam’s prophet is “Mohammed, peace be upon him”. Soon, their white faces will become more serious as they begin to teach Mummy and Daddy what they have done wrong.

Of course, there will be incurable cases of whiteness, and the very sick will have to go to special hospitals called prisons, where they will be made better in a different way. Sometimes, the treatment can seem very harsh, but as a famous lady, Nurse Sontag, once taught us, white men are a cancer on the body of the planet, and cancer is a very serious illness indeed.

Of course, the doctors and nurses are also sick, but they have a different disease called “blancophobia”. In the same way that “Islamophobia” is often mistakenly diagnosed as a hatred of Muslims when a phobia is actually a fear of something or someone, so too the good people trying to cure whiteness are scared of it, like nurses in a leper colony. And so they should be. The patient, rather than weakening as it has been for half a century, is starting to regain strength, gain flexibility in its wasted limbs. Life and health are returning, in all its white glory.

The twist in this medical tale is, of course, that the medical staff have been treating the wrong disease all along, and now increasing numbers of white patients are starting to sit up in bed and notice that the charts and dosages are all wrong. Like the Roman Emperor Tiberius’ wife, Julia, those who claimed to be curing us were actually adding poison to our broth, and not the medicine we were promised. Now, more whites are starting to come out of our induced comas and realize we will have to cure ourselves. And it may be that the hospital has a new head physician.

The election of Donald Trump is probably, potentially, the greatest thing to happen to whites since it all started going wrong for us in the 1960s. Firstly, like a character from a zombie movie, he is the one resistant to the sickness. Can you imagine Donald J. Trump suffers from the symptoms noted, that he is ashamed of his whiteness, his home nation, its past? Yeah, right, to use the delightfully ironic American phrase. The legacy media, the Democrats, the 5th-columnist Republicans, and every other two-bit commentator, flap-gum, and jaw-clatterer across the internet have never tired of calling Trump a “white supremacist” without ever really believing they were doing anything more than spooking the kids with a bogeyman. But you know what? Trump is a white supremacist, and that’s the best medicine I can think of. A real tonic for the troops.

You see, the hardest part of explaining – or trying to explain – to the morpions of the Left about the fact of white supremacy is trying to get them to look at the right set of pictures in their mental gallery, which is usually a fabulous bestiary of phantasmata.

White supremacy is not a Klan meeting in an old D. W. Griffith flick. It’s not an American History X cosplay weekend. It’s not even concerned white parents at school board meetings, aghast with what their children are being force fed instead of being taught to read and write. White supremacy is just history correctly interpreted. And Donald Trump is now a part of that history, certainly the most important white supremacist in my lifetime.

Trump is already proving himself to be a consummate surgeon, knowing just where the incisions need to be made before going in to drain the poison. Take one look at Tom Homan, the new border security chief (I refuse to write “czar” because the actual czars, to translate from the Russian, would not have put up with this shit. They had the Cossacks to defend their borders, not some mystery meat bitch with good oral technique).

Trump is the medicine where the Leftist thinks he is the virus. And he is going to cure the body politic with a simple Hippocratic oath reversed. Whereas the first line of the famous Greek doctor’s Hippocratic oath reads, “First do no harm”, Trumps’s reads, “First do a lot of harm. To the right people”. Medical memo to Democrats, LGBTQ freaks, uppity blacks, the woke armed forces, DC portfolio hucksters, the media, Hollywood, the public sector, the DOJ, Uncle Tom Cobley and all. Wake up. Time for your medicine.