Author: Mark Gullick

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Here are the young men.
But where have they been?

— Ian Curtis, “Decades”

Everything resembles the truth, everything can happen to a man.

— Nikolai Gogol, Dead Souls (more…)

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[L]ike the great majority of mankind the savage is above being hidebound by the trammels of a pedantic logic.

— James George Frazer, The Golden Bough (more…)

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Editor’s note: Unfortunately, Mark Gullick is unable to contribute at present due to his current detention in Central America. Doing charity work and, you know, what have you. However, Counter-Currents is proud to be able to publish an excerpt from the working diary of Oxbridge University’s Diversity, Inclusivity, Pride, Solidarity, Heteronegativity, Indigenousness, and Transexuality Directrix, Suki Mombasa. (more…)

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Jack London
The People of the Abyss
New York: Macmillan, 1903

Some phrases stay with you for life, and one such for me has been attributed to Carl Jung, but seems rather to be a Latin motto favored by the European alchemists of the 15th century: Liber librum aperit, or, “one book opens another.” (more…)

Curt Stoeving, Friedrich Nietzsche, 1894.

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The French philosopher René Descartes was a worried man. His concern was that his memory resembled a sheet of paper that was constantly being written over with his experiences, with facts and events. Realizing that it is in the nature of paper eventually to become filled with writing, he avoided wherever possible being told extraneous facts for fear that insufficient room would remain in his mind for things of importance to this polymath. Thus, he hoped to avoid the fate of Homer. Homer Simpson, that is. (more…)

Ollie Robinson bowling

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Cricket. Not as homely as “mom and apple pie,” but, to the Englishman, just as evocative of home. If American readers don’t know the game, I won’t attempt to explain more than to say it’s the one that is played by what look like hospital interns using bookshelves as bats who attempt to swat a baseball-sized, rock-hard, red leather ball hurled by a bowler (more…)

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Milan Kundera, trans. Michael Henry Heim
The Joke
New York: Harper, 1993 (1967)

Write it on a postcard.
Dad, they broke me.

— Pavement, “Stop Breathing” (more…)

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When I first said I wanted to be a comedian, everyone laughed. Well, they’re not laughing now.

— Bob Monkhouse 

If you and your friends were to have a séance, and you channeled the spirit of George Orwell, the greatest Englishman never to appear on a banknote would use the glass to tap out the following: stop quoting 1984. (more…)

Cars parked outside Joe the Barber’s house in Apalachin, New York, 1957.

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How many friends have we over there?
The border guards fight unconvincingly.
Whate’er we do it seems things are arranged.
We always have to feed the enemy. (more…)

Salvador Dalí, The Phoenix, 1975.

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I have believed for some time that the only way the white West can be saved is disaster. I appreciate that we seem to be in the middle of one, but I will be more specific. 

The West, from the eastern borders of Finland and the Visegrád 4 (V4) countries to the Californian coast, needs financial collapse in order to continue. (more…)

Alex Belfield with his 100,000 YouTube subscribers plaque.

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It is no secret to those of us from the UK who have not been vaccinated against reality that the British Broadcasting Corporation (BBC) is politically biased. Despite an apparent failsafe in its charter requiring it to stay neutral, it is about as non-partisan as a rabid sports fan bellowing in support of his team. (more…)

Detail, Santi di Tito, Portrait of Niccolò Machiavelli, ca. 1550.

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I had been aware for some time of the phrase “the engineer’s fallacy,” but unaware of its provenance and exact definition. I struck lucky on the ‘net, because this gentleman claims to have invented the phrase, and this short piece repays inspection. 

Mr. Kelly’s definition of the Engineer’s Fallacy is pleasingly simple: (more…)

Ludwig Wittgenstein

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Don’t use the rules.
They’re not for you,
They’re for the fools.
And you’re a fool
If you don’t know that.

So, here’s the rules
You stupid fool.

— The Clash, “Cheat” (more…)