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The Enl*ghtenment mentally switched the epicenter of culture abd knowledge from the East to whereever they felt it deserved to be more

Funny as without byzantine and islamic sources the West would have remained in pigfucking inquisitorial darkness for some more centuries

>>18009250
Here's mine:
Third Positionists:
Julius Evola
Nicolás Dávila
Alasdair MacIntyre (more left-wing, but I still consider him to be a third)
Giovanni Gentile
Alain de Benoist (more right-wing, but I still consider him to be a third)
Francis Parker Yockey
Anthony Ludovici
Carl Schmitt
Mario Palmieri (I can only find one book of his and it's on Amazon)
Alfredo Rocco
José Antonio Primo de Rivera
Corneliu Cordenau
Edmondo Rossoni
Sergio Panunzio
Michel Aflaq
Juan Perón
Ramiro Ledesma Ramos
Giuseppi Bottai
Muammar Gaddafi (The Green Book)
Ugo Spirito
Antoun Saadeh
Raven Thompson
Onesimo Redondo
Georges Valois
Gottfried Feder
Gamal Abdel Nasser (a politician, but read his "Egypt's Liberation: The Philosophy of the Revolution")
Gregor Strasser
Otto Strasser
Plinio Salgado (Brazillian, don't know how hard it is to get in English)
Jean-François Thiriart
Adriano Romualdi
Corrado Gini
Giorgio Locchi
Enzo Erra
Giorgio Pisanó
Franco Freda
Georges Sorel
Thomas Carlyle
Giovani Papini

>>15254855
The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August

>>12952194
Yeah.
>It requires the greatest kind of wisdom, she thought, to know when to apply injustice. How can justice fall victim, ever, to what is right? How can this happen? She thought, Because there is a curse on this world, and all this proves it; this is the proof right here. Somewhere, at the deepest level possible, the mechanism, the construction of things, fell apart, and up from what remained swam the need to do all the various sort of unclear wrongs the wisest choice has made us act out. It must have started thousands of years ago. By now it’s infiltrated into the nature of everything. And, she thought, into every one of us. We can’t turn around or open our mouth and speak, decide at all, without doing it. I don’t even care how it got started, when or why. She thought, I just hope it’ll end some time. Like with Tony Amsterdam; I just hope one day the shower of brightly colored sparks will return, and this time we’ll all see it. The narrow doorway where there’s peace on the far side. A statue, the sea, and what looks like moonlight. And nothing stirring, nothing to break the calm.
>A long, long time ago, she thought. Before the curse, and everything and everyone became this way. The Golden Age, she thought, when wisdom and justice were the same. Before it all shattered into cutting fragments. Into broken bits that don’t fit, that can’t be put back together, hard as we try.
>Below her, in the darkness and distribution of urban lights a police siren sounded. A police car in hot pursuit. It sounded like a deranged animal, greedy to kill. And knowing that it soon would. She shivered; the night air had become cold. It was time to go.
>It isn’t the Golden Age now, she thought, with noises like that in the darkness. Do I emit that kind of greedy noise? she asked herself. Am I that thing? Closing in, or having closed in?
>Having caught?
>Beside her, the man stirred and moaned as she helped him up. Helped him to his feet and back to her car, step by step, helped him, helped him continue on. Below them, the noise of the police car had abruptly ceased; it had stopped its quarry. Its job was done. Holding Bob Arctor against her, she thought, Mine is done, too.

>>12163541
Ficciones by Jorge Luis Borges

Feminists like to think that discrimination=racism.
The idealistic social engineering they've been through makes them think that they're more important for supporting the weaker group so they need to create artificial weakness.
It's ironic too because in thinking that they in turn become actual racists and sexists that start gigantic conflicts throughout they're lives and in others.