by Nicholas Pell in Masculinity
Rituals shape our lives and give them meaning and purpose. This is what I learned many aeons ago when I thought it prudent to yell Hebrew words loudly enough to frighten the neighbors. Less important than making metaphysical phone calls to archangels is the practice of structuring your life with meaning. The aforementioned ritual should both quiet and focus the mind, clear out the cobwebs and get you ready for a task laying ahead of you.
by Nicholas Pell in Personal
If one requires definitive proof of the slow and steady cultural decline of our age, look no further than the state of youth. Raised on a steady diet of television, bland pop music and delusions of grandeur, the contemporary adolescent believes himself to be at the center of a grand narrative drama, his own self contained Dawson’s Creek, with the ability to invent and reinvent himself after the fashion of Bowie — as if anyone else were paying attention. Entirely lacking in class or refinement, they dress like caricatures of VICE “Do’s and Don’t's,” act like reality show “stars” in public and plan to retire off future millions from their unwritten screenplay.
I blame the concept of “adolescence,” the artificial liminal space between childhood and adulthood invented by the Capitol Records marketing department in 1948 to sell Sinatra singles. This liminal space now apparently stretches well into a person’s 50s, if the Boomers are to be believed.
“…school teachers, taking them by and large, are probably the most ignorant and stupid class of men in the whole group of menial workers.”
The priesthood of the modern, secular, universalist and equalitarian United States is academia. Particularly when it comes to the “social sciences,” (which, without being too obvious, seem to be neither) rigorous study is eschewed in favor of rote memorization of catechisms. While it’s not surprising that every university in the world has come to the same conclusion with regard to the atomic weight of cobalt, one might take a second and reflect on the fact that every university worth mentioning has decided that Women’s Studies is an actual thing.
For the new arrivals, let me lay it out briefly and bluntly: I don’t like priests, particularly when they run around pretending to be scientists. Don’t piss in my face and tell me it’s raining.
by Nicholas Pell in Hate
“When you find someone to hate / It fills your heart with joy”
Hate needs a public relations campaign. The black sheep of human emotion, for centuries it’s been getting a bad rep. Church and state rail against it. An entire cottage industry of tin pot Joe McCarthys make it their self-appointed duty to sniff it out from under every rock. Politicians blame it for all the inadequacies of the modern world. The Ad Council tells us that if only we could eliminate hate from the world, we’d create a land with two chickens in every garage.
Hate is a modern day devil, the Old Scratch of the 21st Century, the penultimate evil that underlies all other evils — but a friend of the devil is a friend of mine. Hate is natural, hate is beautiful, hate is a good, a kindness that we do to ourselves. When someone deserves our hate, it is fulfilling and cathartic to hate them, the proper thing to do.
by Nicholas Pell in Hate
In the course of being a young, provocative and articulate young man, I have, once or twice, caused offense. One thing that the youth of today following in my footsteps must understand is that fewer things threaten people more than having their religious beliefs challenged. Few religious beliefs are more easily challenged, nor more violently defended, than the Puritan religion of modern secular progressivism; Because at least the Catholics have 2,000 years of robust theology to armor themselves with. Today’s universalists have little more than a sense of entitlement, a fistful of what passes for education in contemporary society and overwhelming amounts of impotent outrage at… well, what’ve you got?