Meritocracy

Found Amongst the Periphery

After eight years of the culture war the Dissident Right is nearing political maturity. This is good, and long overdue. Ephemeral Salons such as the Scyldings events in Nashville cultivate ideas whose seeds were planted via livestreams and silent words of those now living speakers with real names, faces, and personalities unafraid to speak in (semi) public their takes, observations, and conclusions about the interesting times we find ourselves in.

A sense of Ecumenicalism is becoming more defined between the various camps and stances one can take within the cultural milieu which emanates from this Intellectual Vanguard. Thinkers whose works once captivated us are being digested, their good is remembered, their bad is discarded, and new thinkers more obscure and more mainstream alike are being encountered and digested. A sense of a coherent strategy is being developed, simultaneously directed from the top down and cultivated from the bottom-up.

While our position is materially unenviable, our intellectual and spiritual position is the envy of the world. One might even go so far as to say we’re developing our own Political Economy, based upon a shared set of culture, principles, and ideals. Perhaps most importantly, we’re realizing that we’re neither alone nor unique amongst the perpetual struggle our ancestors have endured since time immemorial. In fact, we’re not even the first in the United States.

Whether the dear reader likes it or not, the fact of the matter is that we live in the English world order. The very language of this piece, which the dear reader must forgive my clumsy handling of, is indicative of such an order even should it mismatch the language spoken in the reader’s own mind. Yet this pamphlet is not meant to evoke the cutting-edge arguments of canons and K-lines. That’s left to better minds. 

Rather, this pamphlet, like most of the pamphlets found in these archives, is meant to present a thesis. Each thesis evolving, building off the previous, all pointing towards a goal. And like all theses, must present the following:

A problem, the cause of said problem, the proposal of a solution, and actionable steps to bring about such a solution.

The problem in no uncertain terms is Lucifer and the Kingdom of Hell. Not just metaphysically but, as I’ve said before, politically. But that problem is not specific, so here’s a specific problem: Managerialism. This ten-dollar word is often bandied about in Dissident Right circles courtesy of its coiner, James Burnham, in his Managerial Revolution. Burnham is amongst the revolving door of thinkers in our E-Salons, amongst such minds as Julius Evola, Carl Schmitt, Nick Land, Dr. Yarvin & Mr. Moldbug, Nietzsche, Schopenhauer, Hegel, Burke, de Maistre, etc. etc. alongside the flavors of the month each individual Camp has to offer.

There are a variety of names for the same phenomena Burnham calls, “Managerialism.” BAP calls it the “Longhouse” or the “Nanny-State,” Evola calls it the “Kali-Yuga” (before I get swamped, the Kali-Yuga is meant to portray the increasing feminine nature of reality,) Nietzsche calls it “Slave Morality,” and whatever idiosyncrasies one finds or invents with each individual term, the result is the same.

Once the reader has forgiven me for a recapitulation of Racism 101, which they took back in the Spring Semester of Freshman year between chasing E-Girls and abusing Jannies at Based University, they would be pleased to turn their attention to the heart of the issue: not only is someone else telling you what to do, how to raise your children, what to believe, etc., but they believe they’re the only people on Earth with the moral compass to “Enlighten” your provincial mind and, not only that, but they’re entitled to your worldly wealth for performing the service while ensuring you forget and forsake the spiritual wealth to be found in Jesus Christ.

In essence, they see you as Niggers. Something that cannot hope to live on its own or handle itself. Instead, it must be sheltered, shaped, molded, kept in a very specific mode of being like the Factory Farmer raises cattle. When milk is needed, it is milked willingly or no, and then returned to the hell pen to continue its miserable existence of confinement. And they believe we are improved by such treatment.

The malignant narcissism and separation from reality required to reach such conclusions aside, it would be all well and good (even if that good be greater rather than particular,) if they professed the proper Metaphysic. But they don’t. They deny Christ and mock God. They believe themselves gods or worship the enemy. They perform heinous rituals or turn a blind eye to those who do, they blast forth propaganda meant to condition the world away from the Truth, they then gaslight the world into believing that it was the people’s desire to reach this goal in the first place, not only with the permission of their conscience but by its insistence.

But the dear reader already knows this.

These people have a source, their cause is historical as well as spiritual. Ignoring the foundations of the current order at Nuremberg and Bretton Woods, in the OSS and the great wealth transfer, the propensity for Federal Government officials to have dual citizenship with two countries in particular, and the dictation of United States fiscal policy from a council of eighteen banks with only one American present, in a foreign city in a foreign country, until the last five years?

Even ignoring the through lines that can be drawn back through the Fabians and the Tavistock Institute, MK Ultra and Majestic 12, past the fact that the British Crown is the largest landowner on the planet, sweeping aside the continuity beginning with the last great wealth transfer in 1688 from Amsterdam to London, from the Mediterranean to Amsterdam in the preceding centuries, perhaps even all the way back to Tyre itself.

This is a historical problem. One which like all history, is based upon reason. Just as the Nicene Creed mentions Pontius Pilate by name to ensure the coming of Christ is understood as a historical event as well as a metaphysical, we must understand these managers have a tradition which sources from reason. And these reasons can be understood.

There’s a theory in social science that the insecure wish to be surrounded by those different from themselves, as if to better grasp their own individuality amongst the starkest differences they can find. Perhaps a certain amount of this is healthy, at least when one is young and/or inexperienced. Being among different peoples for a time helps one to understand what it is one exactly is.

But this time must be understood as a transformative experience, something which makes one better suited to return to the place from whence they came. Kierkegaard said we go inward to go outward, and in this instance of traveling to foreign locales, we go outward to go inward. Many with active imaginations are spared the need to do this at the expense of other difficulties.

It requires a certain competence or the desire for such to understand one’s place in the world, i.e., who and what one is. Paradoxically, it is only when one understands who and what they are that they begin to become competent. In short, trust the process.

But many cannot handle this. They are too afraid to get hurt, too lazy to do anything, too greedy to risk loss. They are risk-averse, consistently inconsistent in any matter save their personal security. Give these people money and power? Create a self-reinforcing fandom of fear? The results can be witnessed outside the windows.

Perhaps that is why these people are Communists. To profess Christ is to take the greatest risk of one’s lifetime. To profess He is the Son of Living God is to open your heart to a total faith and devotion which could be crushed at any moment by a doubt or succumbing to sin. It is not for the particularly risk-averse, despite what the deluded Evangelicals and the Apostate Episcopals may tell you.

Which returns us to our initial statement of the problem. What is Managerialism? It is the rule of the risk-averse. Of insecure people lacking any place in the world save the sword they inherited by inertia. Without that sword they are nothing, and they’ll make everyone else pay whatever cost to keep it.

What is the Telos of Managers? To end all risk. To turn the world into a spreadsheet. To have perfect knowledge and security in their bubble-wrapped hearts that they are the highest authority in knowledge and understanding so that nothing can hurt them. A higher power has no place, because by its very nature it must be deferred to, it cannot be understood, it has to be believed in by faith even should it seemingly hurt you.

I really do pity them. Their fear strangles and kills them more than any Earthly thing that we can do.

But what of those outside the walls? What of those who know who and what they are? Who aren’t afraid of getting hurt? Who take risks, who gamble with God that they follow his will and do his work? Who possess that inherent competence coming from total trust in the immutable plan of a living higher power who has perfect knowledge and perfect power over the world and yet loves you?

You too, have a tradition.

It is the tradition of the periphery. The outsider. The man outside the walls who faces death daily and yet lives. Like the Prophets in the fields when the Pharisees tyrannized the temple. Like the Missionaries of Christ when they were persecuted by the idol-worshippers. Like those noble tribes of Aryans perfected by the Truth, and became the Kings of Christendom and brought his word to the four corners of the Earth.

He is feared. Maligned. Persecuted. Driven out. He is misunderstood, intentionally or not. He is the scapegoat for every ill act of fate. The outcast. But he possesses treasures that none inside the walls, even the virtuous, can profess: he is free. Freedom of movement, freedom of conscience, and in many instances, freedom from temptation.

He is hated by all Earthly powers be they Right or Left, Church or State, Monarchical or Republican, because he recognizes no authority other than God. This man is the most dangerous kind of man, and the tradition we inherit. Even in our beloved America.

Such a man only recognizes the values of others in their abilities. In adherence to their faith and their word. In what they do during a crisis. Their merit.

Such a system of values is called Meritocracy. It’s what America was founded upon when the Gentry, that class of low birth but high merit, revolted against a stifling Monarchy whose protection they no longer needed nor wanted. In the truest sense of the Greek word Aristos, these are the Aristocrats, the best among men, the variety called natural by this side of things.

Whether you like it or not, dear reader, if you’re on this side of things, you’re a Meritocrat. Why? Because you are a Dissident. Why are you a Dissident? Because the system is not fulfilling what you want. So you want something better, something more merited, something built upon Quality.

And like your fathers, dear reader, you found it wanting. So you started down the road of becoming that thing you found absent. That road has led you here.