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Manifesto of National Futurism
by Constantin von Hoffmeister
24 December 2004
The power of the people is directly related to how it views its own place in
the cosmic scheme of all organisms. The select are not select for the mere
sake of glory and power that they themselves might want to gain, but they
are only representatives of the broad sheet that comprises the masses'
aspirations, goals and ultimate destiny. If the masses, in the sense of
being nothing but a HERD, would be allowed to ruthlessly rule and take away
the rights that belong to themselves, then the masses would be the ones that
suffered from such a complete lack of order and principle. As the
saying goes (and this is obviously true in all ages of decaying empires):
"The Party is always right!" Dogma is the catchword here, raised to the
status of divinity. Dogma is God and vice versa. One who follows the
people's path into progressive existence must follow the Dogma that is laid
out clearly and precisely by the Party's natural ability to foresee the
obstacles that need to be removed in order for the people to prosper. Hence,
to rule is to guide, and to guide implies being an integral part of the
masses, eternally and inseparably. HAIL the Party!
We never thought possible the end, but then true anyway. Prussian profiles
politics is the highest. Recognize those in the East and West poet and
mystic, war in Eastern Europe travelling through genocide and starvation.
The honor's largest part belongs to the Slavs. Armies rise in red and white
cross. Born the man and the subjection of women. The more thorough
exploitation they slaves settle everywhere, crushed not only at home. The
European working class succumbed a literary battle, strong to wish
catastrophe and whispering sympathy. The tragedy of the Soviet Liberation
Front: makes vision our whole being and enduring creation.
As individuals we might perceive our self-proclaimed and self-contained
characters and believe that we are indeed unique. In nature's ethereal and
stupefyingly awesome power, however, we as single units are but a shadow of
a doubt in the lingering collective consciousness that harbors us like a
titan's body its own functioning cells. The queen is dead, the hive is
vacant. Work is to be done in broad daylight, work of the fist and the brow.
Sweat might run in rivulets along the muscular bodies of the toilers of the
seven seas and the multitude of continents that have yet to be conquered in
the vastness of the universe, but one aspect of all OUR existence remains
clear: While the one might contain many, the many can never claim to be
autonomous while at the same time desperately clinging to any sort of
self-respect. This has to be programmed into the masses' mind, by force if
necessary, voluntarily if the masses are benignly bowed down to the Party's
demands as should be customary in a society less filled with ills than
benefits. The current regime must fall, inevitably and finally, so that the
Order of the Party can be established. Founded upon the solid tenets of
National Futurism, the future can only be national and egalitarian within
the society created by the Race, all within the given context of reality's
way of separating the organic world along hierarchical lines.
A concept emerging clear as a clean blade, cutting a path through all the
muddled selves on the worn shelves. Appreciate the national in the style of
our favorite sitting place. The not too distant past, discovered barbarians
horned with lust. The death of mortality through denial of individuality.
Overcoming through blood. Is the spirit of originality pandering alone to
one man? Knelt steeple high, his idol like himself? Easier to grasp the
belief of all. Down the dream that dwelleth in misery! Arise! Not drown in
gold that no one counts. Time to rape again the wild women of yonder! The
feminine neutered, the high valley sunk low finally grasped they. Angels
bleed blue.
CONSTANTIN VON HOFFMEISTER
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