Interview with a Reactionary Vampire.

Spookier than fiction.

How can you possibly begin to appreciate modernity? there is nothing to appreciate. You say you have less diseases to worry about, you say you have comfort. Such concepts would be inconceivable to the minds of your ancestors, and not because of some imaginary regressive thought on their part, rather the opposite. They would laugh that you don’t dare cross oceans, that you don’t risk riding horses, that you sue instead of Duel. It is a world of no risk. Yet people crave risk, their “gladiators”. Their “Blood Sports”. Football, Rugby, MMA. They will pay to watch a bunch of actors play silly games with so many suffocating rules that there is simply no joy in them. The modern creature craves danger, but he fears death above all things, so he does everything safely. And for what? To die in a hospital bed at age 80, pissing himself and crazy with dementia? They say you should not eat meat, that you should exercise (in those ridiculous gyms), that you should deny any and all pleasures, because it shortens your lifespan. I say what life? A life devoid of thrills, devoid of stakes, devoid of emotion.

Oh Heavens the only reason you live like this is because there is no longer anyone left alive to tell you the absurdity of it, thus you seek the word of a dead man. Very well, this absurd fear of risk and glory is perhaps the least of my concerns with what your species ended up becoming. There is also the question of honor and shame. While the modern man loves to derive his sense of honor out of respect for some abstract notion of equality and false morality he copies from TV, he is also the biggest buffoon when it comes to actually having self respect. He lets his wife boss him around as if she was his equal, he lets his daughter dress like a harlot and his son to game his years away in tiny boxes. And when he is done with this pathetic excuse for “raising” his offspring, he lets them leave the family nest, totally unprepared, and absolves himself of any future obligation towards his offspring.

Dear interviewer, the modern man, hardly a man at all, has no honor, neither towards him or his pathetic excuse for a family which he does not control. To have no control over your passions, that is sadly an upset but one that plagued the human since times immemorial. But to have no control over the people who depend on him to survive? Oh, that is pathetic. Your media rages on about domestic abuse, yet is it not a form of domestic abuse to simply abandon your family to their whims? to teach them nothing, to impose on them nothing, to cave to their every whim on the pathetic excuse that is is what his TV calls “a good husband and a good father”. If men of this age are such good fathers, why are all their daughters advertising themselves as strumpets? Why are all his sons addicted to drugs? What kind of nonsense passes for being a father!! Disgusting, totally disgusting. Fat kids raised on Television and subversive toys, having zero leeway until age 10 and then having complete and utter leeway to be used and abused by the world, then completely abandoned without any notion of self respect and survivability at 18. What a disgusting mass of peasants modernity has produced!

Now you have asked me about the crafts, very well. Until the whereabouts of 1840 everything had to be done by hand. Skills were passed from father to son and every item in civilization was manufactured by people for the use of people. Imagine that dear interviewer! Of the six hundred thousand men who marched with Napoleon into Russia, everything from their shakos to their boots was weaved by hand. It seems extraordinary today, but it was the rule in such times. The rifles were manufactured by guilds of men who knew how to perfect the craft of weapon manufacturing, and over the centuries had discovered better ways of not allowing the weapon to explode in the face of the user. All six hundred thousand of those who followed Napoleon had rifles manufactured to perfection by a skilled human artisan, not to speak of the canons or the cavalry sabers. And such weapons had to be used to the best of one’s ability, not that such was a hard thing to do, because every European citizen had his own musket or blunderbuss at home, from the dark forests of Romania to the shiny shores of the Mediterranean. Boys grew up learning how to shoot, and naturally, the life of a soldier, even the lowest of the low, began in boyhood and not at the time of enlistment. How different is that of the Europe of today, where men passively accept that they can’t own firearms, because the “Police” will keep them safe. What an absolute joke! How can you trust the defense of your homestead to complete strangers? On a government salary? Doing the Government’s bidding? Preposterous! At least those who can call themselves American, for all their passivity in the face of tyranny, have managed to hold on to their guns. For now i tell you, for now.

My last bit about the crafts is that I recall the day I first saw a revolver. I was mesmerized by such a fine weapon. It wasn’t as honorable or as fashionable as a Sword, not as thrilling as a Pistol with one shot that should be fired with the most extreme perfection, but it was a sight the world had never seen. A novelty. Expensive, not entirely built by artisans but assembled by factories and extremely deadly if properly used. This was a fine weapon, unlike the monstrosities that came half a century later when Europe decided to destroy itself with industrial weapons. Today a revolver is a joke of epic proportions, but it was once the tool of the pioneer, a lifesaving weapons who conquered lands far and wide. But this bargain with the machine proved itself most Faustian. In 1914 Kings wished for glory and in 1918 they got themselves erased from History and forever demonized. But we should move on to matters more agreeable and leave the reminiscing behind.

On the topic of women and sensuality. The Modern world, or at least half of it, has allowed women to have an unprecedented amount of freedom in what they do, what they decide for themselves, and what ways they express their coquettishness. But where did this lead? We shall speak of suffrage another time, for the subject bores me. I shall speak of mass produced garbage that is the way women dress and perform for the other sex. The factory women, with their factory body, her factory clothes and their factory make up. It seems half the female population of some countries, the half under forty, is extremely vulgar in ways that would shock even that hack Marquis du Sade. Not vulgar like in the days of courtesans with provocative cleavage or even elegant in their manners. No sir! The modern strumpet dresses like a primitive Native of the Pacific islands, like a Cannibal if you will. She shows too much skin and has done away with the pretense of “leaving something to the imagination”. This no longer captivates men like it should, or in the ways it should. This transforms the male either into a disgusted puritan, a blatant homossexual, or a ravenous monkey.

The whole pretense of the seduction game is to leave something to be desired, to show cleavage but not too much. To hide one's legs until the conquest has been achieved. No longer is this the case. Pacific Islanders i tell you, prancing about half naked and demanding respect like they were Habsburg princesses! Ha! How is the male to respond to such barbarity? He seems confused. Not sure of how he should behave. And to capitalize on this, women behave with such immodesty and such brazenness that they deem the male “homossexual” if he does not indulge and a “predator” if he indulges too much. You have a society of naked women who demand to be ravished, yet to even compliment or advance towards one lands the hopeless victim in jail. And of course your female reader will not make heads or tails of these commentaries of mine. She has had no proper father, she has had no proper mother. She has, no matter how affluent, the simple mindness of a peasant. “Women’s rights”. Of course, rights to be a piece of meat, rights to get pregnant by some idiot who will leave them penniless, rights to be naked in public and God forbid any element of bad faith sees it and commits a heinous crime on them. Rights to not be called a harlot. Rights Rights and Rights. You asked my opinion and this will not end well, either for them or for society at large.

As to games and betting, this was hilariously the most pressing concern on my mind about this age we find ourselves in. People gamble because they have no agency over their families, no risks worth taking in their feeble lives, and the entertainment that is offered them is pathetic, but they gamble, like they used to in my age. However, they gamble via the cellphone. Gone are the days of lively tavern tables or linen cloth salon tables. The games are now “guess the score of the sportsball game” or “push this lever like a Monkey until the false gods of the online Casino bless you with Monkey money”. Like i’ve said about blood sports not having blood and not being sports, this bizarre trend of betting and loosing through a phone is the ultimate absurdum of civilization. You don’t socialize, you don’t leave your home, you just bet on pre-arranged outcomes and you lose all your savings. Utterly pathetic.

And then we come to your last question, Democracy. This cabal of buffoonish peasants who are elected by peasants to line their pockets with public peasant money and enact measures that limit freedom. Every day there is a new law and every day the State wants more of your money without providing anything in return. As i said, the only reason this mockery of government is allowed to exist is because anyone who lived through a different epoque and knew better is no longer alive. What is hilarious is that your leaders appear on Social Media, and talk to you, and they act like your friends. But they are peasants just like you. And they want to harm you and everyone you care about, perpetuating the silly myths of modernity and enforcing slavery on your kind. I said i would not talk about suffrage because it bores me, but it is impossible not to when absolutely anyone regardless of gender, importance, race or sometimes even nationality can vote. How this is not a recipe for disaster some of your readers must have figured out already, only they are too afraid to loose their puny little freedoms and speak out.

Want an opinion of a more sane age ? Even when democracy was invented, the notion that women and client groups should have the same say in it as men who own property is completely absurd. This is self evident, but if no one repeats it, and keep repeating it, the right questions won’t be asked.

So you see, how can you expect the modern man, who won’t stand up to his wife, who won’t will his power over his offspring, who won’t stand up to his tyrannical government, who fathers whores and drug addicts and who gambles away his money on sport bets, who is afraid of what you call “buzzwords” and who is a slave to his pathetic job, how can you expect such a feeble being to fix this mess? To have courage, honor and duty? He is a peasant lower than even the lowest of peasants of my age. He is proud of owning nothing, of having no right or guts to defend himself, of being at the mercy of strangers. He is proud of Égalité, Fraternité and Liberté, only he is not Equal, for he is the bottom of the food chain, he is not Fraternal, for he lives in a world of strangers who want to fuck his daughter and rob his money, and he is not Free, for he is a slave to the ideas he sees on television and cellphone.

He is proud of being a peasants, and if he is not careful, he will be demoted from peasant to Slave.