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Ride the Canine: Another Reading of Pitbull

Recent contributions to the study of the thought of Pitbull have failed to grasp the true depth and tenor of his thought. Perhaps the most egregious misstep has been the failure to note the refinements and qualifications of his later thought-product without which we cannot truly come to grips with the implications of his ideas. Exemplary of this is his seminal work 'Timber':

>The bigger they are the harder they fall
>These biggidy boys are diggidy dogs
>End of the night it's going down

Pitbull is using the metaphor of the felling of lumber to advance what is an essentially Sorelian notion of the need for 'creative destruction' to rehabilitate society and renew the Weltgeist that is otherwise unable to break through the rotted and decaying structure of World History. Pitbull is invoking Kojeve with his disdainful diatribe towards the 'diggidy dogs' of today. Kojeve warns us that the end of history will bring about alongside it the end of Man as a Being of Action, who will be reduced in his contededness to being nothing more than dogs dozing in the warm glow of the sun.

Pitbull recognises that the only way to face down the End of History is to bring about its Abolition. Axe in hand, Pitbull demands we fight for the vitality of the human spirit. An oak rotted through to it's very core must be brought down, blow by blow. To try to talk of his ideology in the terms of today's paradigms is fundamentally misguided. Postmodernism and Premodernism alike are rejected, the Ancients and Moderns looked on with scorn equally in the quest for a new world. The Bastille must not be stormed, but blown to pieces. Rome must not be marched on, but trampled beneath our toes. The Pitbull stands athwart History, yelling 'Timber!' - for what he seeks is not the Day of the Dog, but the Hour of the Hound.

We, as shitposters, are the humble footsoldiers who will bring this about. Whilst small in isolation, our posts are akin to the toil of the Woodpecker, who whittles away at the tree again and again - as devoted to it's destruction as the mightiest of lumberjacks.

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