Showing posts with label Constantin von Hoffmeister. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Constantin von Hoffmeister. Show all posts

Monday, February 24, 2025

Waiting for the Axe of History to Fall | Constantin von Hoffmeister

Aristotle, the ancient diagnostician of democracy, looms over this spectacle like an unblinking oracle. He saw this coming over two thousand years ago. In Politics, he warned of democracy’s slow suicide, its descent into ochlocracy, the rule of the mob, where plebeian apathy and elite corruption conspire to suffocate the soul of the polis. And now? Germany, the heart of the European project, is gasping in its terminal stage, a civilization devouring itself in the throes of bureaucratic sterility. Aristotle’s nightmare — where democracy degenerates into oligarchic tyranny — has unfolded before our eyes, and the people, battered and betrayed, have turned to the AfD in search of salvation.


This is not just another election. It is an insurrection of the disillusioned, the dispossessed, the ones cast aside in the great sacrificial burning of European industry, European identity, and European will. The AfD’s 20% is more than a number. It is a hammer blow to the temple of a senile establishment that clings to power like a parasite to a dying host. Oswald Spengler, always lurking in the shadows of decline, grins from the abyss, his vision of the West’s Untergang — the inevitable sinking into civilizational night — now fully realized in the pale, hollow eyes of Merkel and Scholz’s progeny.

Germany, once a titan of industrial might, now watches its factories shuttered, its energy bills soaring to heights unknown, its streets flooded not with the march of progress but with the quiet desperation of a people abandoned. Unvetted mass immigration further strains an already collapsing system, diluting national cohesion, fueling rising crime, and deepening economic turmoil. Deindustrialization is not a policy; it is a ritual suicide, orchestrated by an elite class that sneers at the workers it claims to represent. This self-inflicted ruin stems from the foolish decision to sever Russian oil and gas supplies while simultaneously shutting down perfectly safe and clean nuclear power plants, triggered by green hysteria, leaving the nation energy-starved and vulnerable. The AfD’s rise is the backlash, the return of the repressed, the last, desperate howl of a nation refusing to kneel before its executioners.


And yet, even as the AfD ascends, the rot remains. 20% is not enough. Not yet. The CDU, ever the shapeshifting chameleon of power, will twist itself into whatever grotesque coalition is required to keep the machine grinding on. The system is designed to perpetuate itself, to stifle true revolution before it can take root. Aristotle knew this, too — democracy’s end does not come with a sudden coup but with a slow, meticulous suffocation, the masses lulled into a stupor while the oligarchs tighten their grip.

Europe, as a geopolitical force, is vanishing. The great capitals — Berlin, Paris, London — are husks, their relevance bleeding away with every year that passes, every decision made to weaken their own people. Power is shifting, tectonic, and irreversible. The new centers of the West are no longer in Brussels or Strasbourg, those necropolises of decrepit bureaucracy, but in Moscow and Washington, in the hard men of Russia and the Trumpist resurgence in America, where will-to-power has not yet been extinguished.

The AfD, for all its momentum, must now decide whether it is content to be a protest vote or whether it will grasp the mantle of true revolution. Because Spengler’s twilight is here, and Aristotle’s lesson rings louder than ever: democracies do not die in flames; they decay from within, rotting until they are but incinerated ruins waiting for the axe of history to fall.

And the axe is coming.

Constantin von Hoffmeister
February 23, 2025.
 
 

The term 'banana republic' is inappropriate to describe the 'German' regime: 
To begin with, Germany is not a sovereign state and has no constitution—just like the State of Israel in Palestine, the so-called 'Federal Republic of Germany' is merely another illegitimate occupation regime for a pitiful territory with defeated and displaced natives in it, getting settled by foreign migrants, ruled and exploited since 80 years by Anglo-US-French Zionists, their stooges, and a Basic Law. The good news is that both the State of Israel and the Federal Republic of Germany are crumbling.
 
 
» I know, Jews will be resented for their leading role. «
 Dr. Barbara Lerner Spectre, calling for the destruction of Christian European ethnic societies
 
See also: 
Marrakesh Migration Compact, formally known as the United Nations Global Compact
 for Safe, Orderly, and Regular Migration, Morocco, December 10, 2018

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Friday, February 14, 2025

Vance, The Hammer | Constantin von Hoffmeister

JD Vance enters Munich like a Viking berserker in the heart of the Carolingian Empire, a man from the land of strip malls and cornfields, standing before the decaying architecture of European self-delusion. He does not ask for an audience with German Chancellor Olaf Scholz, because why negotiate with a ghost? A specter, soon to be forgotten, entombed within his own failed Zeitenwende, the epochal shift that never shifted. The Americans, brash and uncaring, march forward; they see no need for polite fictions. “We don’t need to see him; he won’t be chancellor long.” The brutality of truth, spoken without the diplomatic perfume that once masked the rotting corpse of Western liberalism.

 » America is no longer the enforcer of European delusions. «

[...] The Americans are no longer selling security blankets and fairy tales; they are demanding a reckoning. Europe, that withered lion that still imagines herself the arbiter of moral order, will be told: halt the migration tide, recognize the uprising, and admit that the people — the real people, the Volk — are not to be feared but heeded. 
 
[...] This is not a conference. This is not a debate. This is the moment when the mask slips and the battle lines are drawn. Vance, The Hammer of the new era, makes it clear: America is no longer the enforcer of European delusions. The order of the past is crumbling, and in its place, something harder, something truer, something real is emerging. The Munich Security Conference will not be the same again. The age of illusions is over. The great confrontation has begun.



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Saturday, October 19, 2024

Esoteric Trumpism │ Constantin von Hoffmeister

For his supporters, Donald Trump is a bulwark of traditionalism and a champion of ‘America First’. For his detractors, he is a disruptive, deceitful agent of chaos. But a more philosophical approach frames him as a key figure in an eldritch struggle with deep-seated forces of decay. Esoteric Trumpism is a profound, almost mystical interpretation of Donald Trump’s political journey, situating him not merely within the framework of contemporary politics but as a figure of cosmic and world-historical significance. This interpretation posits that Trump’s rise and continued influence reflect deeper metaphysical catalysts at play in the twilight of Western civilization, as predicted by the historiographer Oswald Spengler in the 1920s and 1930s.

» Trump’s significance lies not in the man but in the archetype he embodies. « 

According to Spengler’s cyclical theory of history, every great culture passes through stages of growth, flowering, and decline, ultimately transforming into a civilization. A civilization, in Spengler’s view, is the final, ossified stage of a culture – marked by materialism, a dystopian government apparatus, and stagnation – where the original creative spirit has faded. In this phase, democratic institutions begin to decay, leading to the rise of autocratic leaders, or Caesars, who assert their will as the last defenders of the civilization’s final flickers of vitality. Trump, in this narrative, appears as a Caesar of the West, struggling against the forces of chaos and entropy that threaten to engulf the remnants of the culture’s achievements. 

The Swamp, in the context of Esoteric Trumpism, eclipses its conventional political metaphor as a term for entrenched, secretive, and subversive agencies. Instead, it takes on a life of its own, representing a primordial, chthonic entity whose tentacles have reached into the heart of American power. This is no mere political quagmire – it is an ancient force, predating the Republic itself, fueled by what can only be described as eldritch energies. Trump’s wrestle against this dark presence is painted in Lovecraftian tones, where the stakes are not just electoral victories or policy changes but the very soul of the nation. His presidency becomes a metaphysical battle, with Trump cast as a modern hero who, like Spengler’s envisioned Caesars, refuses to capitulate to the rot that envelops his civilization. Each executive order, every political maneuver, is understood as an audacious attempt to dismantle this machinery of the Great Old Ones that has operated unseen for centuries. Trump’s defiance is portrayed as a courageous, almost tragic stand against the inevitable. He fights not for personal gain but to stave off the encroaching darkness that looms over the West.


[...] Trump’s economic nationalism and policies aimed at restoring American autarky – through tariffs, immigration controls, and the reduction of global dependencies – are emblematic of a dying civilization’s last effort to preserve itself. Spengler wrote that as civilizations enter their final stages, the state becomes primarily an economic object, with the competition for resources and sovereignty taking precedence over other concerns. Trump’s trade wars with China and his efforts to revive American industry are therefore not merely political strategies but the actions of a Caesar seeking to preserve his people’s material and cultural autonomy in the face of an encroaching global order. These actions reflect the Spenglerian picture of a civilization striving to maintain its vitality, even as it approaches its unstoppable downfall.

[...] Trump’s significance lies not in the man but in the archetype he embodies. The rise of such Caesarian leaders does not promise material success; their triumph is symbolic, not in policies but in their rebellion against a senile and rabid world order. Trumpism, even as Trump’s personal influence fades, will persist as a movement that channels the existential fears of a civilization in freefall, longing for a return to integrity and self-expression. The power of the archetype lies in its resonance with a people alienated by the deep state – Trump articulates their despair, even as his achievements remain modest. His role is to act as the last expression of Western vitality, not to reverse the downward spiral but to embody the final brave spirit of a people grasping for survival in a world disintegrating into frenzied insanity. 
 
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