It is always fun and instructive to realize the contradictions of your adversaries. How, from this modern society so proud of its freedom, of its way of conceiving intimate things, this society of sensuality (when care has been taken to confuse sensuality and pornography), emerges a prudish, restrictive, voyeuristic and above all moralist (reread here the essay by Jean Marie Domenach: Une Morale sans moralisme). Where this plenipotentiary modern society tries to confuse the morality of Catholicism which it portrays as archaic, it very quickly develops anti-bodies in the form of a moralism which only feels good when judging the neighbor. This is petty-bourgeois morality. It is a French character trait. But that other European countries share with it.
Day: February 11, 2010
Oshio Heihachiro, rebellion samurai
To fully understand the actions of Oshio Heihachiro, it must be understood that they are dictated by an anti-revolutionary character and will. Nothing in the attitude of Oshio Heihachiro wishes to question the established order. Oshio Heichachiro knows the system can be improved, but also functional. What makes the system less efficient has more to do with people than with the system itself.
Oshio's anger is directed at men, at whatever corrupts the system.
Letting people believe that a worm in the fruit is the cause of all evil is the philosophy that has always accompanied our revolutions. Who wants to drown his dog accuses him of rabies...
There is a Western arrogance that believes man is infallible. This Western arrogance has been and continues to be the essence of its anti-traditional character; and provides ever-soft ground for the will behind the egalitarian society.
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Onfray's Eavesman Screams
So Onfray read a book revealing the fabric of Ernst Jünger… Michel Vanoosthuyse: Fascisme et literature pure .
It reveals – the self-proclaimed philosopher of sensuality always tells us – that Jünger was always a fascist and that he spent years, a large part of his life, half a century, erasing the traces of those fascist years. Anyone who rubbed shoulders with Ernst Jünger, even from afar, can only smile at these declarations. Ernst Jünger fabricating his life for posterity is grotesque. Jünger has always been the antithesis of this Machiavellian character whom Onfray believed he had flushed out in the course of a book. Finally realizing that this book by M. Vanoosthuyse was published by Agone editions ended up making me smile, one could hope that M. Vanoosthuyse would spend more time learning from Jünger than carrying out a witch hunt around himself. The back cover is thus singularly lacking in inspiration since it ends with these words: “what is covered by the entry of an author with a fascist past into 'pure' literature. “Kesako? Jünger would be the only right-wing author (I summarize here the thought of these left-wing gentlemen who give the fascist a yes or a no) to enter the literature? What is pure literature? Left-wing literature? It starts badly for the Agone editions which from the back cover do not show great editorial mastery...
As for Onfray, we understand throughout the article that only one thing worries him and in this perspective we could understand it - it is freedom, the extraordinary freedom of Jünger at any age, at any time until in his last days. Michel Onfray understands nothing about Jünger's freedom. So not understanding anything, he wants to hate her. He wants to show that it is a subterfuge. And Jünger spent half a century shaping it.
Because it must still have been the effort of a lifetime for Michel Onfray to be had. That it took this book to be denialized as he admits. We can only laugh, Michel Onfray is a maker when he wants. And he takes us for pumpkins. Who will believe for a single second that he ever loved Jünger? If Onfray says he loves Jünger, it's because he's showing off. He looks good. He holds forth. He means. I am. I think. Broad-mindedness. Ecumenism. Introspection. Critical mind. Tolerance again. Tolerance always. Good conscience. Yes, it is more than that. Michel Onfray will be able to spend several lives erasing the traces, it will be easy to exhume all the times he has pretended.
It's a shame, Michel Onfray also knows how to say certain things that do not belong to his clan, his camp, his political family. He sometimes knows how to slip through the cracks and recognize honesty in his adversaries. But he always has to let himself go, he always has to curl up, mediate so that he deceives… So much mess. It is difficult to understand how Michel Onfray can find any interest in Michel Vanoosthuyse's very small book… The impression given is equivalent to that of a beautiful dog with shiny hair rolling around in the mire.