Today's recommendation.

"It is said that you are raised to Heaven, that much is revealed to you, and that you bring forth great writings, and discover new manners of song"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BS28jyW1bLY&ab_channel=nicorobokun

We jump the Anglosphæric fence, & hunt foreign treasures, so you don't have to


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1u7WN2zBEDc&ab_channel=%D0%91%D0%B8-2

The Right Future: A Hymn to Anglofuturism

A better world is possible


Credit to Twitter handle @Brewgaloo_

Grooving on the dead and getting ready for Monroe Doctrine stuff— I am always blown away by this (lengthy) quotation from John Quincy Adams, when he was the Secretary of State as a member of the Monroe Administration. No statement of high minded idealism more perfectly represents his *faction* of the Monroe administration, which was one of the most factionally divided in American history. You probably know part of this speech.

"And now, friends and countrymen, if the wise and learned philosophers of the elder world, the first observers of nutation and aberration, the discoverers of maddening ether and invisible planets, the inventors of Congreve rockets and Shrapnel shells, should find their hearts disposed to enquire what has America done for the benefit of mankind? Let our answer be this: America, with the same voice which spoke herself into existence as a nation, proclaimed to mankind the inextinguishable rights of human nature, and the only lawful foundations of government. America, in the assembly of nations, since her admission among them, has invariably, though often fruitlessly, held forth to them the hand of honest friendship, of equal freedom, of generous reciprocity. She has uniformly spoken among them, though often to heedless and often to disdainful ears, the language of equal liberty, of equal justice, and of equal rights. She has, in the lapse of nearly half a century, without a single exception, respected the independence of other nations while asserting and maintaining her own. She has abstained from interference in the concerns of others, even when conflict has been for principles to which she clings, as to the last vital drop that visits the heart. She has seen that probably for centuries to come, all the contests of that Aceldama the European world, will be contests of inveterate power, and emerging right. Wherever the standard of freedom and Independence has been or shall be unfurled, there will her heart, her benedictions and her prayers be. But she goes not abroad, in search of monsters to destroy. She is the well-wisher to the freedom and independence of all. She is the champion and vindicator only of her own. She will commend the general cause by the countenance of her voice, and the benignant sympathy of her example. She well knows that by once enlisting under other banners than her own, were they even the banners of foreign independence, she would involve herself beyond the power of extrication, in all the wars of interest and intrigue, of individual avarice, envy, and ambition, which assume the colors and usurp the standard of freedom. The fundamental maxims of her policy would insensibly change from liberty to force.... She might become the dictatress of the world. She would be no longer the ruler of her own spirit...."

when Death comes but you wanna finish your substack first

We here at the WPI wish you a happy 4th of July!

RIP Shinzo Abe  安倍 晋三 1954.09.21—2022.07.08

See you later, samurai.

We are born into this time and must bravely follow the drive thru to the destined exit. There is no other way. Our duty is to hold on to the lost position, without hope, without rescue, like the McDonald’s cashier whose bones were found in front of a register in Detroit, who died at his post because they forgot to evacuate him. That is McGreatness. That is what it means to be a Crew Member. The honorable end is the one thing that can not be taken from a man.

Despite all the scientific education of our schools and all the
scientific publicity and propaganda that have gone into our
journals, the fact remains that the average man in the street,
while he may have some knowledge of the results of scientific
invention and discovery as they impinge on his daily life, has
no idea whatever of the internal concepts of science and of the
task of the scientist. For him, the scientist is exactly what
the medicine-man is for the savage; namely, a mysterious
ambivalent figure, who is to be worshiped as the carrier of
recondite knowledge and the agent of recondite powers;
and who is at the same time to be feared, even hated, and
to be put in his place. The medicine-man may be a power,
but he is a very acceptable sacrifice to the gods.

—Me trying to explain to my mother why I don't have a job rn

Whatever your views on the Ukraine conflict happen to be, I can guarantee non of the men you lionise would have rejoiced over the angst and pain of a father watching his 30 year old daughter being blown up.

Departing summer hath assumed
An aspect tenderly illumed,
The gentlest look of spring;
That calls from yonder leafy shade
Unfaded, yet prepared to fade,
A timely carolling.

No faint and hesitating trill,
Such tribute as to winter chill
The lonely redbreast pays!
Clear, loud, and lively is the din,
From social warblers gathering in
Their harvest of sweet lays.

Nor doth the example fail to cheer
Me, conscious that my leaf is sere,
And yellow on the bough:—
Fall, rosy garlands, from my head!
Ye myrtle wreaths, your fragrance shed
Around a younger brow!

Yet will I temperately rejoice;
Wide is the range, and free the choice
Of undiscordant themes;
Which, haply, kindred souls may prize
Not less than vernal ecstasies,
And passion's feverish dreams.

For deathless powers to verse belong,
And they like Demi-gods are strong
On whom the Muses smile;
But some their function have disclaimed,
Best pleased with what is aptliest framed
To enervate and defile.

...

...

Not such the initiatory strains
Committed to the silent plains
In Britain's earliest dawn:
Trembled the groves, the stars grew pale,
While all-too-daringly the veil
Of nature was withdrawn!

Nor such the spirit-stirring note
When the live chords Alcæus smote,
Inflamed by sense of wrong;
Woe! woe to Tyrants! from the lyre
Broke threateningly, in sparkles dire
Of fierce vindictive song.

And not unhallowed was the page
By wingèd Love inscribed, to assuage
The pangs of vain pursuit;
Love listening while the Lesbian Maid
With finest touch of passion swayed
Her own Æolian lute.

O ye, who patiently explore
The wreck of Herculanean lore,
What rapture! could ye seize
Some Theban fragment, or unroll
One precious, tender-hearted scroll
Of pure Simonides.

That were, indeed, a genuine birth
Of poesy; a bursting forth
Of genius from the dust:
What Horace gloried to behold,
What Maro loved, shall we enfold?
Can haughty Time be just!

[September, 1819 — Wordsworth]