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Of the WWII Nationalists was Codreanu the least susceptible to Zionism?

Just so you know where I'm coming from... as far as I'm concerned National-Socialism was a complete failure. Hermann Goering's initial vision for the movement was quite good but it was bastardized by the time it was actually put in place during the Munich beer hall putsch. Goebbels continued this bastardization until finally it was solidified under Hitler and Speer.

National-Socialism became a form of Zionism under these two. Himmler was however trying to return to the initial vision of Goering's early days.

Mussolini was less Zionist than Hitler but still susceptible to Zionism.

>Under the weight of the blows and outrages which fell upon His head, and powerless before them, He sighed humanly, He sighed just like us.

>There He is carrying His cross! I see Him falling under its weight, because our human appendages are weak, and bend under the weight of burdens. He wipes the sweat from His forehead. Around Him, there are only wild beasts. No one feels pity. No one cries for Him. They all laugh. Yet there is one small consolation: there is someone who believes in His pains. Two eyes understood Him. A heart beats, like His, at the moment of the supreme agony.

>‘Behind Him came two women and a multitude who were crying.’

>‘When they came to the place called Calvary, they crucified Him there, along with two criminals, one on the right, the other on the left.’ (Luke 23:33). He was not an athlete able to resist, confront and fight until he was beaten.

>I see Him frail, emaciated and gentle. He stretches out his thin, exhausted arm on the wood of the cross, and says to the beasts, ‘Strike.’ Unfortunately; there are moments which seem like a hundred years. They take His hand. Here is the nail. He feels its first contact with His emaciated hand. Ah! The first blow! The second. He feels His arm riveted to the cross. The awful pain pervades His body. He wants to cry out, but, even for that, He no longer has the strength. He groans!

>The same thing for the other hand. He stretches it out so that it is in place, whilst He remains still, transfixed by pain. His flesh and bones tremble.

>Now, through the feet: here is the nail. The hammer blows are heard, one after the other. Each blow makes Him shudder. It pierces His brain.

>Later, a lost voice: ‘I am thirsty!’ (John 29:28).

>‘It was already about the sixth hour and there were dark clouds upon the Earth. The Sun was blacked out, and the veil of the Temple was torn asunder’ (Luke 23:44, 45).

>‘Lord, Lord – why have You forsaken Me?’ (Matthew 27:46).

>Under the weight of the blows and outrages which fell upon His head, and powerless before them, He sighed humanly, He sighed just like us.

>There He is carrying His cross! I see Him falling under its weight, because our human appendages are weak, and bend under the weight of burdens. He wipes the sweat from His forehead. Around Him, there are only wild beasts. No one feels pity. No one cries for Him. They all laugh. Yet there is one small consolation: there is someone who believes in His pains. Two eyes understood Him. A heart beats, like His, at the moment of the supreme agony.

>‘Behind Him came two women and a multitude who were crying.’

>‘When they came to the place called Calvary, they crucified Him there, along with two criminals, one on the right, the other on the left.’ (Luke 23:33). He was not an athlete able to resist, confront and fight until he was beaten.

>I see Him frail, emaciated and gentle. He stretches out his thin, exhausted arm on the wood of the cross, and says to the beasts, ‘Strike.’ Unfortunately; there are moments which seem like a hundred years. They take His hand. Here is the nail. He feels its first contact with His emaciated hand. Ah! The first blow! The second. He feels His arm riveted to the cross. The awful pain pervades His body. He wants to cry out, but, even for that, He no longer has the strength. He groans!

>The same thing for the other hand. He stretches it out so that it is in place, whilst He remains still, transfixed by pain. His flesh and bones tremble.

>Now, through the feet: here is the nail. The hammer blows are heard, one after the other. Each blow makes Him shudder. It pierces His brain.

>Later, a lost voice: ‘I am thirsty!’ (John 29:28).

>‘It was already about the sixth hour and there were dark clouds upon the Earth. The Sun was blacked out, and the veil of the Temple was torn asunder’ (Luke 23:44, 45).

>‘Lord, Lord – why have You forsaken Me?’ (Matthew 27:46).

>Reads his autobiography
>HOLY SHIT! He's literally a modern Greek Epic Hero
He's literally like the main character in those japanese animu. Will white people produce another person like this?

>>21602708
There are a few such as pic related.

What is the most fulfilling field in the humanities/social sciences?

>Philosophy has no substance and is a waste of time
>Psychology is fiction
>History is probably the best of the bunch but 99% is boring.
>Literature is inferior to the other arts IMO. This is debatable
>Anthropology is also fiction
>Religion is good but I prefer the sciences for this aspect
>Political Science/Economics is another example of a waste of time/fiction. Nothing will change and no one has the answers
>Sociology is fiction
>Geography is interesting but most of the field isn't.
>Art is the only fulfilling one on this list don't even know if it counts as a field.

I'm going to become an apartment ascetic. Sell all my possessions and sit in an empty room for as long as I can take it. A month. A year. All I will have is a single book and a pen and paper. What book should I buy? I want it to be something nonfiction and something that would be worth rereading and rereading. Basically something I can use as my bible.

>>18729989
Ah yes, Corneliu Codreanu is here posting on /lit/ from beyond the grave.
Tard

>>18533165

Codreanu is an interesting read

>>17891970
>The average man, deprived of metaphysical understanding, does not have this consciousness of progressive advance into death, though neither he nor anyone else can escape its inexorable destiny.
Yes he does, he's just not mentally ill enough to let it control his life. Cope.

>>17882042

>>17597365
You know the answer.

>>17491683
>>17492497
My friends, do not tremble with fear, tremble with anticipation - for you have an enemy to defeat. How? How we defeated him. Create your own art. This board is the only place on internet, where literature is being discussed - You have read the greeks, use them!
They won't print your book? Print it yourself and share with your friends or among the community, czechoslovak samizdat style. Create the underground art. This board already has that yearly writing selection. That's first step. You need to share your works with people, who do not visit /lit/.
Create your own art.

For the love of god I just can't read books properly
I have read books before in my life
And I do read acedemic articles and books for University
But when it comes to recreational reading I just can't do it
I keep on getting distracted and drop the book after 15 minutes, never to pick it up again for another 3 months
I have a massive libary of PDF's and Books collecting dust in my house as well
What the hell do I do?
(I know I have posted a meme-tier author but I promise this is not the only thing I have tried to read)

Did Amazon remove For My Legionaries from the store? I seem to be unable to find it

>>17194548
"Yes."

>>17022371
>clerical fascism
see when monarchies are overthrown by secular liberalism, and all the other modernist ideologies want to kill you, there aren't many other options left

>why yes, i am a /pol/face fascist, how could you tell?

just read "for my legionaries" and it was fucking kino. what are some other classics i should look into?

>>16357065
>No.

>>16328055
>Codreanu's hero from his childhood until the end of his life was Stephen the Great.[13] A vast legend was created around the womanizing Stephen's sexual powers, who had demonstrated his greatness as a man and ruler by fathering hundreds, if not thousands of children by women from all social ranks, an aspect of Stephen's life which the Romanian historian Maria Bucur observed "was never held against him, but rather used anecdotally as evidence of his greatness".[13] Despite his vehement insistence in public of the importance of upholding traditional Eastern Orthodox values, the charismatic Codreanu, who was considered to be very attractive by many women, often followed his role model Stephen the Great with regard to them. One awestruck female follower wrote: "The Captain [Codreanu] came from a world of Good, a Prince of the Lights ... a medieval knight, a martyr and a hero."[14] Codreanu's female followers consistently praised him as an intensely romantic, noble "white knight" figure who had come to save Romania.[15]