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When the cathedral wants to ban a book, it simply buys up the rights to it, refuses to publish it, and then buries it in obscurity by refusing to talk about it.

Fortunately for all of us, the small publisher Vauban Books has recently released a new translation, which you can pick up in any format of your choice for a very reasonable price. ...

The living death of a civilization that is merely going through the mechanical motions of cultural forms it no longer believes in is easy meat for opportunistic moral warfare, and Raspail is explicit about this. The Last Chance Armada that launches from Calcutta is described in exactly these terms, as an invading army wielding its heartwrenching poverty as a deadly weapon aimed straight at the soft and vulnerable conscience of the West. The fleet is given its name by a diabolic journalist animated by a malicious ethnic resentment as deep as his marrow. This figure, Clement Dio, plays a central role. By agitating his audience’s conscience, he has monetized his racial identity, establishing his paper La pensee nouvelle as a major left-wing publication, by means of which he simultaneously enriches himself and injects poison into the bloodstream of the West. Dio knows exactly what he’s doing. His aim is to turn the West against itself by morally disarming it, with the goal of leading it to its destruction.

Dio’s nemesis, and probably the only man in France who understands Dio’s game, is Marchant, a rightist Cassandra who publishes a rag called La pensee nationale. In case this juxtaposition of mastheads was not clear enough, Marchant is shown as Dio’s opposite in every way: where Dio is wealthy, with a fast sports car and a beautiful wife, Marchant is impoverished and single; where Dio’s paper enjoys wide circulation, Marchant struggles to even get printed (at one point, he tried to put out a special edition, and the union who runs the printing shop goes on strike to block publication); where Dio is fêted as a beloved celebrity, Marchant is despised as a racist crank. Globally, the first world enjoys riches and cultural domination, while the third world languishes in poverty and cultural irrelevance, but when it comes to who the West should listen to, who should receive the rewards of its attention, the circumstances are reversed: the third worlder who tells the West to hate itself and die is celebrated, while the Frenchman who tells the West to love itself and live is spat upon. ...

The cultural wealth accumulated over thousands of years of history and tradition will be broken down and burned, leaving nothing behind but rubble and ashes, to be gawped at by historyless fellaheen who comprehend nothing of the ruins they inhabit, and do not care that they do not comprehend. ...

The cultural circumstances that Raspail illustrates are still painfully familiar; the trends he predicted have only accelerated; the suicidal left remains firmly in charge of the West’s institutions, and much of our population are still cordycepted by its psychic poison. The third world invasion that Raspail predicted is well under way, aided and abetted by the grandstanding sociopaths of Big Other who insist that we have a ‘duty to care’ for anyone and everyone but our own. The demographic trends point towards destruction: our fertility has collapsed; white majorities are propped up by childless boomers; in many of our countries, Mohammed is the most common name written down by nurses in maternity wards. You can either cry, or you can laugh, but laughter reignites that dancing fire which burns away the choking fog of pity; if enough of us laugh at the absurdity of our situation, we just might have a chance to overcome the Left’s devouring sanctimony.