Meditations Upon Emergent Occasions: In Dialogue with Jasun Horsley pt. 1

Han Fei says:

This video touches upon many things. I will touch (and as always inappropriately) one of them. Remember when we had a brief talk about the frog? I recall mentioning it not without some disdain, to which you responded that I should not dismiss it simply because it’s a meme. But there was another element to it, which in retrospect eluded us both.

Who is Pepe? He(?) is a frog that pisses with his pants down and feels good about it. He can’t laid, plays with toy ponies, has no friends, his love interest gets “cucked” by his 8′ negro jock classmates, in sum always a sad face accompanying some ingratiating sob story that makes us want to pat him on the shoulder with compassionate condescension. At least initially, he was the butt of jokes of every single beta male loser behavior associated with the typical lumpen that frequents *chan.

So bottom line, this character is a projection, and indeed I would not deny that my generation of chan goers can see a little bit of him in each of us. But the problem with that is, that the lowest common denominator is usually a poor measure of the character of individuals within a society. There are parts of myself that I am personally proud of and there are things which I am better at than anyone else. Of course there are some faults and losses along the way. And so it is with just about everyone! But Pepe is obviously a degrading image of all the negatives rolled into one, a sort of featureless, subhuman, defeated, broken, failure of a being. Does this characterization of man, stripped of his positive quantities, sound familiar? And if so, who I ponder, could be its originator?

But suddenly a miracle happens. A transcendent change. A heroic apotheosis of a kind that a certain Baron spoke of once. Pepe is no longer the essence of middle class suburban millenial failure. He is now cool, badass, edgy, avant garde, mysterious, alluring. What matter of unguent could facilitate such a metamorphosis? Lo and behold there is such!

Uncle H’s special preparation cream 1488X diluted extra strength homeopathic remedy! With a daily application of this cream, you too can forget all about the things you couldn’t quite achieve in life, without actually having to really labor on them yourself. Oh and don’t read the fine print detailing so called side-effects which are trivial if anything, could be even seen as added perks.

So in short, the old Pepe is dead. Sacrificed, culled, gassed, you name it. Now in his stead you have a god, a mighty Avatar of Kek. The old figure of scorn is now an idol who you should venerate. Simply by the fact that he now symbolizes the most extreme political positions that are imaginable. In an ironic, humorous and yet chillingly serious way that epitomizes the chan itself. A meme brought to life. The lowest common denominator is the greatest common factor, the product of all that we could achieve and strive to. Again, what does this symbolism evoke?

It evokes an inveterate hatred for man. It is a view in which everything you are worth, and everything you ever will be worth, you will owe to a twisted inversion of the concept of divine grace by embracing the most degrading, nihilistic ideology as a core identity of your being. It doesn’t matter which, so long as it is something that goes entirely against every single accepted truth value or moral concept accepted by this society which denied you, and which in turn you shall deny in its entirety. It is only by coincidence, and mass culture, that in this present day or age, the face of this ideology is that of National Socialism, or at least the image of which is obtained in the minds of the young men who have had falsehoods and lies about that regime shoved down their throat since birth. The fact that NS was in its time little more than social progressivism cloaked in nationally particular irredentism bothers little of its modern day teenage minded adherents. The fact that Hitler behaved like an epitome of a typical congressional politician, and for many of them, represented the end point of their ambition, does nothing to dispel the almost esoteric level of his mystique. Think different (but act the same)!

Every identity of this sort needs an antithesis. So, as fitting, the new “Jew” is the normie, the unredpilled, politically indifferent person who doesn’t happen to share the values of Zyklon Ben. The person who lives a socially adjusted lifestyle is no longer a figure to be envied or, kek forbid, striven to become as like. No, we the Pepes, the dejected, the outcasted, the edgy anti-millenialists, shit on your bourgeois baby boomer values, with all your associated gyms, nightclubs, and shopping malls. We are the titans of this modern world, the Chaos Space Marines who will bring down the cuck Imperium of Normiekind. There is no stopping us because we are the end product of this civilization, this Kali Yuga which ends with Kalki galloping on a white horse, pulling down the sky as if it were a curtain.

There’s your conspiracy.