Prêstón Alfónső Párra Mejia Luca Matteo del Tóro@PrestonParra
Germany is in a remarkably low place.
I don’t seek to offer the redundant “AmeriChud” demoralization lecture, criticizing a land about which many Americans know next to nothing. Still, I do feel somewhat more educated on Europe as a whole, having traveled across so much of it.
You hear a lot these days about the void Germany has become, but from an American perspective it is usually lumped in with the broader “libshit” collective of Europe: A continent in a state of spiritual violation.
With decent insight; however, I would say that Germany and the United Kingdom are easily and objectively the worst off in terms of the infringement upon their spiritual rights and identity.
Those energetically critical of the Hitlerian legacy simply cannot deny that his cause at least provided a spiritual revolution in the hearts and on the faces of the German people—something resoundingly better than whatever now resides in German hearts and on German faces today.
One assumes this evasion of the German spirit continues to elude the German people because their self-prescribed cocktail of resolute self-condemnation refuses to release them.
Although, one cannot honestly look at Germany today versus the 1930s—or any other period, for that matter and conclude that it is in any way in better shape.
It is the opposite.
Deutschland is a dying wolf, ailing for a forest healer to tend to its terminal prognosis. Yet the wolf refuses to consume the bitter medical realities necessary to become vibrant with life again.
This is because the wolf has convinced itself that the role it played in becoming wounded in the first place demands its own total verbal, physical, and spiritual submissive penance. A reality ultimately resulting in its demise.
In the non-analogical version of events, today’s Germans were not even alive for the activities that resulted in the “wound.” Yet they still find reasons to wallow in self-hating despair and degenerate communism.
I find admirable the self-sacrificial honor of the German people: they are the best, even at apologizing.
Yet I find it heartbreaking how profoundly and wrongfully placed that commitment to apologizing is, and where it has led them.
This is a shameful existence, and one in which the shame can be felt and seen by the average Western onlooker.
Germany is not a country of eternal shame.
Germany is the Fatherland: The country of triumph, ingenuity, and an old yet evolving imagination; a country so strong that its decades-old accomplishments still outpace those of its competitor nations.
Deutschland has faced the scourge of communist infiltration before, and although to a lesser extent, the same resolve it once showed is still possible today.
A saved Europe will undoubtedly, and unsurprisingly, begin with a saved Germany.
So, as someone with a dusting of German ancestry and a deep appreciation for any Western country’s national spirit, I thank all those who built, fought, and died for the foundations that still provide for such an inspirational and marvelous country and people.