It is important to name one’s enemies. Only thus may they be quite completely recognized for what they are, or therefore effectually fought. The reluctance of our chattering classes to name Islam an enemy of the West – as Islam has forthrightly declared herself to be – has forestalled our prosecution of her war against us. If we were able to muster the clarity of thought and vigor of will to name Islam our enemy, our war with her could be soon over (saving lots of Mohammedan lives), and everyone better off.
From my very first encounter with Moldbug’s appropriation of “cathedral” as a way of referring to our homegrown Modernist, Leftist and Materialist enemies of Truth, Virtue and Beauty as manifest in the West, it has irked me. Cathedrals are noble. They may be the very best, most beautiful thing man has ever done. It seems a literal profanation to apply our term for these gorgeous holy temples to one of the most ignoble, evil things man has ever done, a thing indeed demonic in its origins and supervision.
I would like to keep “cathedral” unsullied for good things – like cathedrals.
The term is by now however so widely known and used in our little corner of the web that it is unlikely anything anyone might say will dislodge it. I have for some time nevertheless been casting about for another term as pithy and trenchant, but more apt, that might have a shot.
It would have to be a single word, conveying both the established institutional aspect and control of the commanding cultural heights enjoyed by our demon-haunted adversaries, as well as the devilish nature of their lord. A single word with the many connotations evoked by “Cult of Moloch.” “Cult of Moloch” was the best I had come up with. It’s accurate enough, for that cult involved regular and massive sacrificial immolations of first born children. But while “Cult of Moloch” is more evocative for those in the know than its ordinary equivalent, “culture of death,” both are too long. There is also the problem that most people don’t know Moloch from Adam.
“Leviathan” is good – short, not unfamiliar, catchy, connoting vast size and tremendous inertia – but it, too, usually requires some explanation, and anyway Hobbes has already put it to another, valuable use.
This evening, a fit candidate at last occurred to me: Babel.
Everyone knows the story of Babel. It’s right up there with the Flood. It doesn’t need explanation.
Babel connotes a profane and impudent and mighty *tower,* a huge evil edifice, the central project of the civil authorities, engaging the efforts of the whole people, willy nilly, first enslaving and then confusing them. It connotes the catastrophe of unbridled hubris.
And, of course, the Babylonians too, like the Canaanites, practiced human sacrifice (almost everyone did, back then).
Then there are all those juicy locutions from Scripture: The Whore of Babylon; “Babylon the Mighty has Fallen, has Fallen;” and, best of all, “Mene, mene, tekel upharsin.”
The Persians are indeed at the gates of the City. They are not arrived there because they are particularly evil – they are doing only what is natural for them to do – but because Babylon is particularly weak; and she is weak because she is dissolute, besotted, wicked; is doing what is unnatural for her to do. Babel is a whore, her time for sale to the highest bidder.
Who then are we of the reactionary, traditionalist Right? We are Daniel.
The Babylonians could not read the handwriting on the wall. They were too confused. The discourse of our adversaries is likewise famously incoherent. It is babble. And it is introducing a babble of diverse languages into our cities, as Babel seeks to reconstitute himself in a new body.
That’s what Babel does – has always done.
Babel therefore reminds us also that our true Enemy is ancient, perennial, and of no merely human or recent provenance. “His craft and power are great, and armed with cruel hate; on Earth is not his equal.” We may beat him back again this time, and decimate him – indeed, I feel fairly sure that we will, yet again – but he will always return, and seek to reconstitute his body, as Sauron the Necromancer did in Mirkwood, where no one was looking. He is the thorn in our side, our perpetual wound. We shall always be at war with him, until the bitter end.
Remembering that it was he who perverted us at Babylon, we should prevent any complacency about the weakness of his human agents.