Chapo Reich Haus: an Unfortunate Juxtaposition
Finding some happiness in this hellworld is essential for your mental health, but it’s not enough. No one would blame you for simply ‘getting by’— zoning out after work, ordering the occasional GrubHub delivery, and saving up for a PS4. But you’ll still feel the dread.
Getting by is not enough. But neither is ceaseless anger, sadness, and fear. That will burn you out quickly, and what you need is energy to sustain you, to motivate you to be part of something bigger.
What we all need—as far as our ancient, wise, giant brains can tell— is a good-humored, thick-skinned, and maybe even optimistic struggle against the world outside.
-excerpted from The Chapo Guide to Revolution
A life without goals and work is nothingness. Many people set themselves very easy goals. They often only need to reach out with their hand for it. They have achieved it almost without effort. They are usually already satisfied if they have assured themselves just a personal advantage or a momentary comfort. They are the selfish, lazy and cowardly. They are not accessible for ideals. We call them philistines.
Other people have set goals in the stars. They dream about phrases that they can never reach. We call them ideologues. Their life is no life, rather a dreaming and flattering, a useless game.
But if a person has chosen a high goal as guiding principle, as ideal, which he wants to achieve through struggle, then he is an idealist. We cannot be ideal. For we are no angels and also do not want to be any. But we must think, feel, fight idealistically, we must live idealistically.
-excerpted from Gott und Volk: Soldierly Affirmation
Colonel: What will we do when we have lost the war?
Captain: Prepare for the next one.
-an exchange from the cowboy Wehrmacht film Cross of Iron
“Juxtaposition” is one the better artifacts plucked from a pretentious writer’s lexicon. Movie critics just eat it up. “The juxtaposition between hippie music and the on-screen murders shocked audiences!” Why? It highlights universal truths citing the apparent incongruity of the sources as proof. Hippie music playing over violent images reveals the nature of the American 1960s. Every drug-laced concert heralded one fewer White neighborhood. Bell-bottomed ankles marched to the beat of carefully coordinated coup against Natural Law and White Rule.
A bro-tier DemSoc magnavox, National Socialist soldier’s devotional, and an anti-war film have all reached different stages of the same conclusion: struggle is eternal, struggle for an ideal is beauty, and defeat is temporary. Where do we go from the bottom? Up. What if we fall from the peak? We climb again. What if we die? It will be a beautiful death remembered throughout the ages. Also, nobody said we couldn’t have fun climbing Mount Elbrus.
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