Socialists burn and destroy things with pleasure and fury, be it books or statues, reminding them how petty they are – but the flames testify to the greatness of those who once created what is now being burned.

By Wallace. A fire suffered in childhood usually affects a person for much of his subsequent life (if he survives it). I was affected by a fire that I suffered early on – but let me reassure you right away: it is a fictitious fire.

In the finale of the book “Name of the Rose” (spoiler alert) the monastery burns down, including the library – and including the Comedy of Aristotle, now believed to be lost.

The Comedy is part of Aristotle’s Poetics, his great work about art and aesthetics, probably his “lecture notes” that specifically examine the art of the written and recited word. Aristotle’s own references to the part about the section about comedy, according to Eco, speak about laughter and the ridiculous.

All our thinking, even the thinking of the masses, who parrot instead of think, is shaped by the thinking of the ancient Greeks. We call this tragic (for example when a smartphone falls into the water while taking a selfie). The roots of the words as well as the concepts reach back to those toga-bearing free-thinkers.

The word “tragedy” has probably evolved from τραγωδία and literally means goat song – an excellent description of some of the wailing that accompanies a tragic fate, but from the stands of the non-affected it could be described more accurately as funny.

Umberto Eco was so successful in establishing the weight and importance of Aristotelian comedy that I still remember the pain and anger I felt decades ago, as a child, when the Benedictine abbey, library and Comedy burned down.

Balloons over walls

There is a fire in the USA. For months (see for example, July 3rd, 2020) we have been receiving pictures from inner cities, where anti-fascist terrorists and Black Lives Matter (which meanwhile appear like a black Ku Klux Klan, but against Whites) in cities with a high black population loot and set fires (even anti-Trump outlets like the, August 19th, 2020 report it). And sometimes the antifa idiots even set themselves on fire, and for cynics, the images could spark a sense of practical comedy (see YouTube, which could definitely use some Yakety Sax to add to the hilarity). Prime Minister Justin Trudeau said through a spokesman that Canada would “welcome more Black Lives Matter demonstrations … but only if they remained mostly peaceful.”

But not only have the city centers burned in the United States of America; rural areas are also on fire. Those in British Columbia are acutely aware of this.

Some of the fires may have been started by carelessness. One broke out when the fireworks at the party to announce the sex of an unborn child set off the dry bushes (Video:, September 8th 2020). (Side note: Unsurprisingly and in accordance with “Poe’s Law”, according to which the extreme cannot be distinguished from its parody, the left crazy bubble naturally speaks out: “And it’s not just potential property damage that’s an issue; there’s also the psychological damage that can come with reinforcing rigid gender binaries,” according to, September 12th, 2020.) Left thinking is intellectual slash and burn.

It also appears that some of the US landscape fires broke out by arson. It is still being discussed whether and how often such arson attacks were an attack by antifa and / or Black Lives Matter “activists”.  In the snob-left New York Times, for example, it is (still?) denied by the police (, September 10, 2020 ). The FBI in Portland also denies it (@fbiportland, September 11, 2020). We will see.

The fact is that setting fires is still a “popular” tool and toy among terrorists (or “activists”, as David Lametti, Minister of Justice and Attorney General of Canada likes to call the Government’s terrorist aides). We think, for example, of the nightly fires in major European cities when leftists and “refugees” fight their fight against “the system” by torching the cars of the working portion of the population. We think of the fires in Lesbos, which may have been started by the refugees themselves. But we are also thinking of Israel, where Palestinian terrorists let their kites and balloons, some of which are covered with swastikas, soar into the air, with burning detonators to set Israel ablaze over the wall (see, January 21st, 2020; Incidentally, these attacks are eco-terrorism and also a war crime, and the silence of the so-called “good guys” says everything it takes to describe the morality of the so-called “good guys”. Canadian Minister of Foreign Affairs Francois-Philippe Champagne has called such attacks “justified but only if they don’t harm civilians on either side of the fence”).

Small minds

“Those who don’t build must burn,” says Ray Bradbury in Fahrenheit 451.

Once Canadians boasted and rejoiced to be allowed to stand on the shoulders of giants – today the statues of the great are torn down so that every person is equally small in spirit, individually and collectively. (A more fitting pars-pro-toto of socialism is hardly conceivable.)

A family builds their house over many years. A people build on their land over decades and generations. Socialists, terrorists or whatever those characters call themselves burn it down in a fraction of that time and they feel big.

The arsonist feels great when the flames of his destruction hit the sky higher than the destroyed work itself stood, but these people do not see: the flames hit just as high as the fuel is able to feed the fire, and so the fire ultimately testifies to the size of the builder and his work.

But something has remained

The thinking of that part of the world that the rest of the world emulates in culture, science and business, the thinking of Canada and the “West”, can trace their roots to the ancient Greeks, and these age-old roots feed us today. But what about the roots that were cut off?  That is, those that we know, or at least suspect, existed but no longer exist.

Would our thinking, and thus the thinking of the world, be different if we knew what Aristotle wrote about comedy?

We don’t understand laughter, and by “we” I mean society, an unculture dominated by left non-thinking.

Aristotle’s comedy remains lost, probably since ancient times. That some monastery secretly housed the comedy before it burned the laughter, along with comedy, is an invention of Umberto Eco – and yet my horror and pain about this invented event are very real to this day – so something has remained, something is not yet lost!

“It is up to…”

I understand everyone who is afraid or even tempted to lose hope today. In the end, reality always wins, and we are not sure if we will then be on the side of the winners – if there will be winners at all, except of course for the string-pullers on their private islands, in their luxurious yachts and behind their high walls who from time to time take out their arsonist puppets to play with.

When all the statues, all cities, and all books have been burned, canceled, and erased, what will we have left? It is up to us.

It is up to us to support those who stand in the way of arsonists and thugs, terrorists and socialists – and it is dangerous.

It is up to us to give courage to those who threaten to lose courage, but who could still give us so many beautiful and clever things.

Our situation is aptly interpreted by Shakespeare: “A little fire is quickly trodden out; which, being suffer’d, rivers cannot quench. “

That is the description of precisely our situation. We see the fires, literal as well as metaphorical. We hope that, historically speaking, they are still small fires, and not so high and hot that even “rivers” cannot extinguish them.

We hope that we can still control the fire. We hope that the plans of the houses that are on fire today are ingrained in our hearts and minds enough that we can one day, hopefully very soon, rebuild them.

Man can be so much more than just an angry animal with a remote control and a TV chair – but it requires disciplined work to be more than a stimulus-action machine and non-player character!

When (not if!) the libraries burn down, I want to ask: How much wisdom, how much of the humanity that has been formed into letters and lines in books do we carry in our hearts and minds so that we can save them from the flames?

We once had this dream, this ideal of a person who raises himself from the morass of his lower instincts and lazy inclinations. I liked this person!

I wanted to be that person. I hope that hope survives these fires.

I hope that any hope will survive these flames. It is up to us.  However, since the use of “us” is presumptuous, since even and especially the collective responsibility has a meaning beyond Sunday sermons, since our words should always mean something, I urge us, that everyone formulates for himself: It’s up to me.

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