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Collectivism is the umbrella term for Communism, Socialism, Scientism and Islam. They reward group thinking and punish expressions of free will and individualism. Scientism can be added to that list because it is a cult of blind obedience.

Communism sucks, that is why they must lie, cheat and steal to get into power. Christianity is in the way of communism. The family is in the way of the communists claiming your children as their own ( their promoted perversions bear no children, so they need yours). The West remembers the promise of free will and the birthright of freedom. That is why the communists destroy Christianity, family and Western traditional values.

God gave you the miracle of life to live it. Self-defence does not violate this law because God wants you to live free and multiply, not be a punching bag for tyrants. Dying without a fight helps neither you, your family or your community. Remember who you are.

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"Assigning “experts” is the common denominator between Islam and Scientism. The commoner is assigned the role of a moron. Some things never change, I guess…".

Berdyaev wrote in the 30's but he could say this today-Faced with the realities of Christian history and culture and the impending demonic technicization of man, Berdyaev can only conclude that, “Either a new epoch in Christianity is in store for us and a Christian renaissance will take place, or Christianity is doomed to perish,” though he knows full well that the gates of hell shall not prevail against it. Berdyaev wagers on behalf of the Church Triumphant, but he condemns degenerate Christianity when he sees it because he knows a failure of culture is at its core a failure of Christianity. He recognizes the paradox. The paradox is that only Christianity can save the world from Christianity. Thus Berdyaev prophesizes the arrival of “the new Christianity” which will “rehumanize man and society, culture and the world” because “[o]nly in Divine-humanity, the Body of Christ, can man be saved.” But such regeneration is not without conditions:

“The future depends upon our will and upon our spiritual efforts. This must be said about the future of the entire world. The part to be played by Christianity will certainly be enormous on condition that its old fictitious forms are left behind and that its prophetic aspect is revealed as the source of a different attitude towards the social problem.”

In this light I offer a poetic glimpse of the lived existence which is sleepless nights and haggard days.

Jeffers-Night Without Sleep

The world's as the world is;/ the nations rearm and prepare to
change;/the age of tyrants returns;
/The greatest civilization that has ever existed builds itself higher
towers on breaking foundations./
Recurrent episodes; they were determined when the ape's children
first ran in packs, chipped flint to an edge./I lie and hear dark rain beat the roof, and the blind wind.
/
In the morning perhaps
I shall find strength again
To value the immense beauty of this time of the world,/ the flowers
of decay their pitiful loveliness,/ the fever-dream
Tapestries that back the drama and are called the future./ This
ebb of vitality feels the ignoble and cruel
Incidents, not the vast abstract order./

I lie and hear dark rain beat
the roof, and the night-blind wind.
/In the Ventana country darkness and rain and the roar of waters
fill the deep mountain-throats.
/The creekside shelf of sand where we lay last August under a slip of stars,
And firelight played on the leaning gorge-walls, is drowned and
lost. /The deer of the country huddle on a ridge
In a close herd under madrone-trees; /they tremble when a rockslide
goes down, they open great darkness-
Drinking eyes and press closer./

Cataracts of rock
Rain down the mountain from cliff to cliff and torment the
stream-bed. /The stream deals with them. /The laurels are wounded,/
Redwoods go down with their earth and lie thwart the gorge. /I
hear the torrent boulders battering each other,/
I feel the flesh of the mountain move on its bones in the wet
darkness./

Is this more beautiful
Than man's disasters? /These wounds will heal in their time; so
will humanity's. /This is more beautiful ... at night . . .

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