Nicolás Gómez Dávila was a prominent Colombian writer and proponent of reactionary social political theory. He was also a marvelous critic of modernity and her disastrous implications on mankind. He was nicknamed Don Colacho by the upper crust of Colombian society and a noted recluse. If you’re unfamiliar with his work, I suggest you remedy that. Below are a series of English translations of his aphorisms (a pithy observation on a universal truth), along with my own perspective.
When he is stripped of the Christian tunic and the classical toga, there is nothing left of the European but a pale-skinned barbarian.
Escolios a un Texto Implícito: Selección, p. 413
This may rankle the Alt-Right, which I differentiate from the more serious and genuine Dissident Right, because they believe that the white race (or rather shared skin color) is a worldly body that may solve its declining demographic predicament by becoming a unified hive. In addition, the Alt-Right usually eschews the religion of their forefathers, disciplined and masculine Christianity, and childishly believes that some mystical bind of low eumelanin peoples will take them to Nazi Moonbase 1. They speak of the Glory of Rome, but, by most observations, would either have been fed to the lions (remember Christ conquered Rome) or got the cheap seats at the Flavian Amphitheatre.
Without God and without the Roman Empire (or, the rest of the Ancients for that matter), and certainly not one or the other, European man would not have ascended to the highest level of civilization. Instead of criticizing the church of your fathers and paying lip service to the Imperium Rōmānum through sophomoric, neon fashwave, the Alt-Right zealots should realize that collecting a host of misbegotten drudges, sharing only some fair integument, is akin to smearing on some woad paint.
It never again mattered to me where I lived after I saw the spacious, dilapidated homes pass away and the wide open, deserted fields of my infancy covered with industrial and human filth.
Escolios a un Texto Implícito: Selección, p. 383
There’s a big difference between the radical, leftist environmentalists and “stewards” of the land. The Grift Right, think the loathsome Stephen Crowders of the world, along with the GOP, controlled by various commercial interests, have completely ignored a crucial element to our existence – conservation of our land. They surrendered it to the Left generations ago; in turn, they became toadies of “industry.” Growth is all that matters to these charlatans, even if it means we physically reside in mechanical grottoes, while our farms transform into soulless subdivisions.
Look at the land, she’s being swallowed whole by more strip malls, more subsidized housing, more trash and more addictive consumerism. The old farmhouse, choking on weeds as they slowly finish her off and long abandoned by the lesser descendants of her old owners, watches through broken windows as pavement keeps pouring, the congestion continues and the trees are felled around her. Growth for the sake of growth is the ideology of the cancer cell and the Chamber of Commerce.
The two terms of the democratic alternative today—oppressive bureaucracy or repugnant plutocracy—are canceling each other out.
Escolios a un Texto Implícito: Selección, p. 219
Combining into a single term: opulent bureaucracy. At once repugnant and oppressive.
The ruling class of the American Empire is dominated by its court of miscreant bureaucrats. Be they civil servants, television prostitutes, warmongers or bumbling officials, they all equally serve in the Ministries of Truth, Love, Peace and Plenty. The richest counties in these United States are all centered around Mordor on the Potomac. This is their power hub, and all the “fly-over” people are their plebs, in the service to them. They are the manifestation of Baron Harkonnen, sans the intellect, but with a larger appetite for cruelty and graft.
We have rulers that love ruling, but hate their people. A borderless mass, drowning in debt, rapidly churning the meat-grinder around the savage parts of the globe, while its serfs languish on opioids and dare not tell the truth about their impending replacement. This is considered “freedom” in the dystopia of our modern lives. Keep your head down and your mouth shut, or else the thoughtpolice will find you, citizen.
Eroticism, sensuality, and love, when they do not converge in the same person are nothing more, in isolation, than disease, vice, and foolishness.
Escolios a un Texto Implícito: Selección, p. 84
Gaze upon both the modern man and modern woman. In this Don Colacho excerpt, it’s more poignant when mulling over the fairer sex. Dive deep into the black pool of the online world, you’ll find a depravity equaled only to the worst bathhouses of the ancient world. And, it’s the women that are damaged the most by modernity’s wicked spell. Validation of their bodies, addiction to their egos and danger in their pursuits, all of these follow the modern woman in the modern world.
Unrequited love is a fool’s errand. It isn’t magical or beautiful, it’s a sucker’s game and the house always wins. Eroticism is a disease of the mind, similar to porn addiction. Sensuality, without a monogamous partner, leads to a broken heart and a broken body – a vessel that’s blown all its ballast.
Deo vindice
The man who never was.
