Lions, Dragons, and the Culture War of Restoration

Europe awakens as liberal illusions fade and ancestral identity returns.

Andrej Sekulović portrays liberalism as a self-destructive cult masking hatred as love, and calls for a unified identitarian spirit to rekindle Europe’s ancestral fire.

Like a madman who digs his heels into the horse’s sides and pushes it into a full gallop while riding toward a cliff, liberals refuse to slow down. They do not take heed of the warning signs, nor do they hear the sirens and the cries coming out of the cities they have ruined. Their worldview has become a religion, a dogma which no one is allowed to question. “What can one do about such reckless hate?” King Theoden of Rohan wonders, echoing his counterpart from the books: “The world changes, and all that once was strong now proves unsure. How shall any tower withstand such numbers and such reckless hate?”

The leftist orcish rabble is bent on destroying the foundations of European civilisation; her peoples and culture. The sight of a happy White family drives them into a frenzy. They camouflage their hatred with love, their jealousy and malice with the supposed struggle for tolerance and equality. But in the end, it is only hatred that fuels them, hatred toward the grace and the glory of the true West, the West of old. “Men did not love Rome because she was great. She was great because they had loved her”, G. K. Chesterton once wrote. Therefore, this love for one’s community, folk and country had to be removed from people’s hearts. Minds were poisoned, hearts corrupted. Love for one’s people was designated as hatred, while hostility toward one’s roots became a sign of good moral standing.

But to love means to discriminate. We cannot love everyone equally. The hatred which stems from love of one’s own can be healthy and good; it is the instinct to be hostile toward that which is hostile to you and your kind. “A friend to all is a friend to none”, the old philosopher warns us from the depths of ancient history. To love all is to love none. And yet, liberals claim that they love and cherish equally all people of all sizes, shapes and forms, except for those who are themselves proprietors of “hate speech”, of course. In this way, the leftist mindset is riddled with paradoxes; they diminish love to an empty phrase while fighting “hate” by being full of it. But their hatred does not come from love; it comes from ideological hysteria, bitterness and jealousy. It is the hatred of the inferior. “A lion doesn’t concern itself with the opinion of sheep”, Tywin Lannister sternly reminds his son. Nevertheless, the opinion of the sheep has been affecting the lions for quite some time now. It seems that the sheep are writing decrees to muzzle lions for hate speech, and welcoming hyenas and jackals to the land which was once their realm. When the sheep themselves or lions are attacked or even killed by the pack of newcomers, it is often somehow the fault of the lions for showing their teeth to them instead of lying on their backs before them. So, now the lions have to concern themselves with the opinions of sheep, but their bleating will only be silenced by a mighty roar which will wake the land and restore the natural laws and hierarchies.

However, the left has grown into a mighty fat beast, lying like a great worm on a heap of gold provided by the international oligarchy. Not only do sheep fill its ranks, but many wolves in sheep’s clothing as well. This grotesque, bloated beast can only be slain by the metapolitical sword of identitarianism that must be thrust deep into its belly. But who will wield the sword? Who will take on the mantle of Sigurd to slay Fafnir? In a tale deeply inspired by that legend, Turin strikes down the evil Glaurung, a great dragon serpent able to hypnotise its victims. The horrible spell is not lifted until the beast lies dead. Who will break the spell? The hand that holds the sword is not of a single hero or a new leader but the collective hand of the great identitarian spirit, manifested in big and small movements all across the continent. The grip must be strong enough to deliver the final blow; hence, unity is of the essence. Only thus will the dark lord be deprived of his most fearsome servant that he has unleashed upon the lands of mountains, forests, rivers and free peoples.

The culture war continues, but change is in the air. The creatures of the left sense it and are getting restless. The dragon is stirring, and the outcasts are getting ready to reclaim their homeland. False idols are crumbling. Liberal progress is becoming outmoded. On the other hand, conservatism is being purified by identitarian fire, and many impostors and globalist political mercenaries are seen for what they are. “Civic nationalism doesn’t work”, declared the proud Dutch shieldmaiden of the right, Eva Vlaardingerbroek, on the outskirts of Milan this spring before an enthusiastic audience of young patriots from all corners of their common homeland. Both multiculturalism and integration have failed. The talk of assimilating foreigners from distant cultures to some universal values is a waste of breath. Only blood remains. Our true values come from the red streams running through our veins and the depths of our souls, not from some blabbering about universal rights. And we do not share these values with others. They have their value systems and beliefs that reflect their own historical experiences and ethnocultural peculiarities. Let them remain who they are in their own lands, while we rediscover ourselves. Diversity everywhere means diversity nowhere, so let us defend global diversity through local homogeneity. The battle for identity against Mordor Inc. and its armies of Orcish useful idiots is a generational struggle, but the blade must always stay sharp.

Arthur Moeller van den Bruck defined a conservative as someone who realises that he must continue what other men have begun, until his time comes and he passes the torch to those who come after him and continue to shape the nation’s history. The past whispers to us as the future unfolds. For the creatures of the left, the present may be a battleground between what was and what will be. Nevertheless, for a conservative or an identitarian, the present is a place where tomorrow is built upon yesterday. Values and traditions may be reforged, but their essence must be preserved. When they decline, the struggle for renewal is in order. There is no going back to the past, but the fire of civilisation can be reignited with the flame that still faintly glows in the darkness of forgotten caverns of our being. Let us return to ourselves and reignite the fires in which the everlasting essence of who we are, which manifests itself through our values and traditions, will be purified and reforged once again.