Young Nationalist Defends Japan

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Bronze Age Pervert
Bob Dylan Roof

This is a great video! The iconic Pullitzer Prize-winning photo captures Otoya withdrawing his blade from the traitor's gut:
Shades of Isao! Behold the passion of youth.

Beautiful Ganymede

Up until the final, bloody climax of WWII, the Japanese had a battle-scarred reputation as some of the world's fiercest warriors.

For a period of two hundred years or so, they fought incessantly over who would be master of a unified Japan. With the introduction of guns by the Portuguese about the middle of the sixteenth century, the conflict between the various daimyos vying for power intensified. First, Oda Nobunaga became the supreme warlord; but the final subjugation of the feuding warlords was achieved by Hideyoshi. Having unified all Japan, Hideyoshi dreamed of an empire that would stretch from one end of the Far East to the next. He initiated what is known as a kind of Asian World War, the largely forgotten Imjin War, in which the Japanese struggled to gain a foothold on the Korean peninsula as a base for a future invasion into Ming China. It was fought with unprecedented brutality; the blood shed during this period being enshrined in the Mimizuka of Kyoto, a splendid monument immortalizing the warrior prowess of the samurai, but today, little more than a large tomb containing the severed ears and noses of almost 40,000 Koreans.

Hideyoshi was eventually defeated by a combined Chinese-Korean force, only to be succeeded by Tokugawa, who inaugurated a period of peace that would last for almost 250 years.

Of course, the samurai became soft and effeminate during this period; they took up painting and calligraphy, poetry and philosophy; some contemporary Japanese writers, lamenting the decline of the warrior ethos, noted that it was well-nigh impossible to tell men apart from women, so deeply had cowardice become ingrained in the national character. The closing of Japan to Western influence enforced by the Tokugawa shoguns ensured that Japan would remain unprepared for the next foreign invasion, which is exactly what happened about the middle of the nineteenth century. Fearing that Japan would suffer the same fate as China during the Opium Wars, the pro-Western Emperor Meiji ruthlessly disposed of his samurai opposition in a series of civil wars; he then began a campaign of nationwide modernization supervised by British and French advisers, which eventually resulted in a stunning victory over the Russians in 1905; in 1931, they were finally poised to realize Hideyoshi's dream of empire in the Far East.

And what has now become of the warrior culture of Japan, the renowned code of Bushido? It has been ruthlessly stamped out, the Japanese national character forever emasculated by the sickness of Western effeminacy. Indeed, when the Japanese had known war - the sweetest flower of her aristocracy daily living and dying by the sword - she was a vibrant, energetic culture in full blossom, in the spring of her civilization. This is because war is an elixir of life, a tonic by which youth is sustained and old age suspended indefinitely; war strengthens the body and purifies the soul; it fortifies the resolve to fight and quickens the intellect.

It is said that a mere boy enters a war, but barely weaned from his mother's teat, only to leave it a full-grown man; the shedding of blood is a sacred rite of passage universally present in all times and places, provided the winter of civilizational decline has not made its creeping presence felt.

A man can only achieve the fullest expression of his manhood by taking the life of another in the midst of battle, for then he realizes the fragility of life - even his life - and how pregnant with meaning is the last gasp of each man; he lives vicariously through the sufferings of the dying and wounded, but through the trauma of such catharsis he emerges triumphant; he becomes a kind of demigod; the object of all hero-worship, whether sacred or profane. Through wielding the sword, he has finally lived. Alas, only by means of struggle is the true life realized. Think ye, that living in harmony with some "right reason", obeying the precepts of some Stoic Logos immanent in nature is the ideal course of action? Poor, deluded thing! He who wields the sword to kill his enemy acts in harmony with nature; the more blood one sheds the closer one is to the harmonious inner workings of the cosmos. For all progress and survival is achieved through struggle; from the tiniest microorganism to the largest mammal, struggle is the internal dialectic by which nature unfolds itself, revealing itself to the naked eye of human perception.

So this is why Japan became weak, became as nothing. War was taken from her.