America: Land of the Lotus-Eaters

A statesman is a ship’s captain. He must steer his vessel through rough waters, deftly maneuvering between Scylla & Charybdis. No matter the words he uses, his crew loses members, and he himself loses skin to the sun & brine.

The stories I have seen since Saturday on Louise Rosealma, a.k.a., Emily Rose Marshall or Emily Rose Nauert of Thousand Oaks, California, have been either vicious attacks on a 19-year-old girl or vain attempts at canonizing a prostitute. And writers are free to say whatever they want: it’s only words, after all.

As a political figure, however, words are everything. Words have power & meaning. And while I have a million things to say about this matter, I have spent more time than I’d like to admit just sitting in a chair, staring at the wall, trying to let go of personal hatred, pride, and a host of other emotions that boil up when a news story hits too close to home.

I could talk about the girl I knew, the same age as Louise, a prostitute & drug addict who betrayed me as badly as anyone ever has. And I could tell you what a beautiful girl she was, how sweet & loving & misunderstood, how full of potential. I could tell you about how she became the monster she became – the people in her life, the greater forces of society – and we could talk about Louise Rosealma in that vein.

Or I could quote Mein Kampf, in which Hitler talked at length about the origins of the problem of prostitution. And I could spend this entire essay explaining how quoting Hitler is not endorsing Hitler, that even a broken clock is right twice a day, and so on and so forth, ad nauseam. And we could talk about Louise Rosealma as the incarnation of an eternal plight.

But I can’t do any of that. As a transgressive writer, you can talk about dark personal experience, and you can quote villainous figures; your writing is a work of art, its sole object being to shock the consciousness of the reader into an appreciation of a truth unrecognized by the mundane. As a transgressive writer, your responsibility is to slap people awake.

As a political writer – or as a statesman – your responsibility is to lift people up, to make them stronger. Your writing is a work of leadership, its sole object being to steer the ship well enough through rough waters that your people make it through to the other side. When your mission is one of survival, things like pride & hatred, things like proving a point, are thrown overboard with the other deadweight.

We are in rough waters now, shipmates, and the sun is setting. Soon darkness will cover these seas, and we must recognize our struggle for what it is before we are caught unawares by the storm.

For those ignorant of the case in question: Louise Rosealma is the Antifa who was punched in the face by Nathan Damigo, founder of Identity Evropa. Here is the video of the incident that has gone viral:

For all of us on the right-wing, that was hilarious to see. From coast-to-coast, every leftist in this country has been gloating about some degenerate pervert who suckerpunched Richard Spencer in D.C. in January. A movement grew up around the slogan, “Punch a Nazi in the face.” And here is Louise Rosealma, who said she was going to “collect 100 Nazi scalps” at Berekely, getting punched in the face. It was poetic justice at its finest.

But the story did not end there. How could it? Some ingenious internet kids found the real Louise Rosealma, Emily Nauert, before her corruption by leftist ideology. Here is the image that brought the sadness of the situation home to me:

before and after antifa: a lovely young woman transformed into a critter of the gutter

For days on end, everyone on our side of the fence has been gloating about the hairy, degenerate piece of human waste who got rocked like she bloody well deserved. It has been said that this is what happens when you send your daughter to college these days. It has been said that her father might as well kill himself for being such a failure. And naturally the girl herself has received the brunt of the hatred – not because of the porn, but because any ill befalling subhuman Antifa is an ill well-deserved.

But if you think that the problem of Louise Rosealma can be placed in the lap of the college campus at Berkeley, you are woefully naïve.

If you think that the problem of Louise Rosealma can be placed in the lap of her parents, you underestimate the power of American anti-culture.

If you think that the problem of Louise Rosealma can be placed in her own lap, as the person who made these life decisions of her own free will, then I would agree with you philosophically – but that changes nothing about the fact of our dire situation.

To the Christians I would quote the Christ: Remove the plank from your own eye before you would remove the speck of dust from your brother’s. And to all my fellow Nietzscheans I would remind you that the world is what it is because we are what we are.

We complain of technology & social media dehumanizing us – and yet we spend all our waking hours connected to our computers & televisions. We complain of immigration from the Third World while rewarding the very corporations promoting the problem and voting for the very politicians who refuse to restore our immigration policies. We complain of the epidemic obesity in this country and then eat at McDonalds later that same day.

If you want anything to change, start with yourself. If you have any actual concern for 19-year-olds getting hooked on drugs and going into porn, then stop watching porn, and stop promoting drug use.

Men, there comes a point at which you realize that a woman looks to a man like a sailor looks to the North Star. All ideology & feminism & sexism aside, this is an eternal law of nature that no college course or television brainwashing will ever change. If women in this country are degenerates, drug addicts, and prostitutes, the men share equally in the blame with them.

You watch sitcoms about fools with no direction in life, aiming for nothing more than a loose woman and a night on the town they can’t remember. You swallow Hollywood’s bile in massive gulps and then wonder how America’s children ever became so brainwashed by the media.

You play Drake on the radio with your daughter in the car. He’s talking about staring at titties and fitting his whole dick in a girl’s mouth. And then we blame it on the schools when she ends up in a strip club.

You hang out with your frat buddies talking about pussy. You go to the clubs trying to take girls home for a one-night stand. And then you have the gall to talk about how difficult it is to find a virtuous woman.

Mathematical fact: The number of virtuous women will always correspond to the number of virtuous men. No matter how disgusted you are with the state of the world, the responsibility for your actions is on you, men. No matter the women thronging to the raves to suck dick, no matter the hordes of girls making money as “cam models,” the responsibility is always yours. Men are the ones creating the expectation in women that what we want is a girl who takes nothing seriously, a frivolous girl whose sole worth is her sexual attractiveness.

America is a land of lotus-eaters. Like the shipmates of Odysseus, our countrymen are sedated with their poppy of choice: alcohol, drugs, television, concerts, porn, fast food, shopping, cosplay – name your distraction, and America has it. The Antifa were not born full-fledged out of the thigh of Karl Marx; this abominable movement grew in the darkness of our apathy. The cancer of leftist ideology spreads unhindered in the nihilistic anti-culture we have all perpetuated.

If you want to find the person to blame for the transformation of Emily Nauert into Louise Rosealma, look in the mirror. Yes, the Antifa are loathsome degenerates, the absolute scum of the earth – but their very existence is our own fault. Be strong, and those around you will become strong. Be virtuous, and those around you will become virtuous. Remain apathetic, remain blind, remain inert – forget your purpose and your mission – and we remain exactly where we are, with no one to blame but ourselves.

Time to get back to the ship. We have a long journey ahead.

Augustus Invictus
​Augustus Invictus is a jurist, writer, and political activist in Orlando, Florida. Publisher of The Revolutionary Conservative and Managing Partner of his law practice, Invictus is a right-wing libertarian and a member of the Republican Party. In 2016 he ran for the United States Senate in Florida as a Libertarian, and he is a former Chair of the Libertarian Party of Orange County.

Invictus earned his B.A. in Philosophy at the University of South Florida in Tampa and his J.D. at DePaul University College of Law in Chicago. Returning to his hometown of Orlando, he studied leadership at Rollins Crummer Graduate School of Business.

A Southerner and a father of eight children, Invictus contends that revolutionary conservatism requires a shift in perspective from the exaltation of abstract ideologies to a focus on our families and communities.