The following is the substance of what I wrote in irration at a display of what I categorized as „defeatism, nihilism, self-absorbed whining, self-righteous cowardice, and [an] attitude rooted fundamentally in fear and hatred rather than the unyielding iron determination to either do the right thing, or die trying“:
Speaking as a man who is physically crippled, has forsworn the seductive „benefits“ of the Nietzschean slave-morality disability/welfare trap,¹ is to all intents and purposes totally alone, and is now facing imminent homelessness and starvation with slim chances of survival: There is no room in this world for those who do not have the will to struggle and fight.
(¹ So described with the note that I am a socialist on the model of National Socialism, which raised people to new heights rather than sinking them into an abyss of endless dependency. N.b. too the aphorism, „You can’t bite the hand which feeds you.“)
O, woe and despair! If I let myself for one moment indulge in my own helplessness and hopelessness, then I would either kill myself immediately—or ring up a psychiatrist with a kindly Jewish face for nerve-deadening happy pills by the fistful. Few whiners could have better excuses than I do. But I don’t, because I know the principle that no matter how badly I have it, somebody, somewhere has it worse. Indeed, others have faced far worse than I, much more nobly, only to be rewarded with horrible deaths followed by endless Defamation of their ghosts. Who am I to wring my hands and weep, rather than forcing myself to rise with even one-tenth the courage that they had?
I know that amidst a society of fashionable purposelessness and quests for „self-actualization“² which can never quite be found by those who seek it, all that sounds lofty and idealistic—or perhaps even „grandiose“. What positive goal could justify such effort? Something larger than oneself, something worth more than one’s own life—something worth dying for. I wrote as my own personal motto: „Only they who have something to die for, have something to live for.“ Thus being oriented toward life, I know that my only chance of achieving that „something“ is to not give up. „Kapitulieren? Nein!“
(² Term originated by Abraham Maslow, a Jew with both Boazian cultural anthropologist and Cultural Marxist connections.)
And that positive „something“, the only „something“ worth living and dying for, must be something given to others such that I may live on in them long after I am dead. In other words, something for posterity—a concept of collective heritage by a common future, which in any meaningful sense can be only a racial matter.
The race shall be to the swift. The battle shall be to the strong. And the laurels of final victory shall rest on the brows of those motivated by such a spirit of internal resistance as grants them power tantamount to a force of Nature.