Guest Article: Good Girls Love a Fascist by Madame Z
Good girls love fascists. Just ask the Mitford sisters, or Caddy Compson.
The best deserves the best and only the best; an entitlement to greatness that is not questioned, never brought into question.
Here is a timeless story about a good girl gone bad (or so they say).
“Vanished in Paris with the German occupation, 1940, still beautiful and probably still wealthy too since she did not look within fifteen years of her actual fortyeight, and was not heard of again…
“One day in 1943…a photograph in color clipped obviously from a slick magazine—a picture filled with luxury and money and sunlight—a Cannebire backdrop of mountains and palms and cypresses and the sea, an open powerful expensive chromiumtrimmed sports car, the woman’s face hatless between a rich scarf and a seal coat, ageless and beautiful, cold serene and damned; beside her a handsome lean man of middleage in the ribbons and tabs of a German staffgeneral…” [William Faulkner writing about Caddy Compson, in Appendix to The Sound and the Fury]
Fascism exerts a magnetic influence over noble souls because fascism is aligned to the higher will that seeks beauty and desires its materialization. No matter how compromised its contingent policies on economics or warfare, the promise of greatness justifies these policies; eugenics is an end in itself.
Only the fourth caste, the proletariat masses, the lust-driven bodies engrossed in materiality—in small self—needs morality, more so to keep itself in check (they think they are governing themselves…let them believe it!). The aristocracy of a truly Aryan nature creates ethical values it itself does not observe, does not need to observe, because it already embodies virtue! The masses must observe moral codes to acquire a virtue they do not possess; by a self-imposed morality, they believe they can make themselves noble. Liberalism was equated with universal truth, thereby becoming the measure of all that is natural, normal, wholesome. However, this notion of average is a middle-class construct, born from post-war sentiment.
All notion of ‘normal’ is that which occurs between good and evil, while the Aryan race is beyond it, being the creators and caretakers of the cosmos.
“Ordinary morality is only for ordinary people,” says Aleister Crowley in his Confessions.
Adopting eugenic policies, and carrying them out to their logical conclusion, will result in a paradoxical denial of conservative values, and culminate in the inversion of collective morality.
Hitler’s Thousand Year Reich is a Saturnalia for the Hyperborean spirit—an age of Luciferian ambition seeking to eliminate not only its external enemies, but also to burn its own dross—there is no true ‘white nationalism’ unless you’re also fighting against yourself! “As brothers fight ye!” [Liber AL vel Legis]
Fascism is ascesis married to aesthetics; self-tyranny and high standards in a microcosm ruled by Self, willed by Self.
Fascism is a type of force; historical manifestations are merely particular embodiments of this force-type.
Fascism manifests as a radically Bacchic will-to-power. Every man and every woman is an Avatar. Man chooses that which is beautiful to himself, which in turn secures the existence of beautiful things in others, for others, for himself again.
Fascism is sexuality. The age of intellectual sterility is over! We must tyrannize and oppress the smaller self in order for the greater Self—the cosmic Lucifer ruling over the terrestrial Satan—to triumph over the legions of the id-iotic and id-enti(ty)-arian.
As civilization crumbles and institutions collapse, the Kali Yuga sees only the Individual—Evola’s differentiated man—rise as sole measure of greatness. In an age of darkness and dissolution, paradox reigns. The universal can only be realized through the personal acting for its own selfish motives—but these motives are, in their self-centeredness, sustaining the cosmic order.
When the Holocaust rages around you,
Be the eye of the storm.
[Van der Graaf Generator, A Place to Survive]
The cosmos was always personal, but not that small sentimental ‘humanity’ propagandized by psychologists and activists in the name of self-help and human rights.
Be Hadit—the sacred center—Set in stone the throne of Nu-Isis.
Some call me Satan, others have me god…
Some chronicle my movements,
my colours and my clothes,
some trace the work in progress
- it is done.
[Peter Hammill, Gog]
Copyright Madame Z, 2025
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