It's Good To Be A Barbarian

By “Barbarian”, of course, I mean the term sarcastically. Much in the same way as “pagan” was used as a pejorative for people deemed by the elites as stupid, uncouth, primitive, uneducated, un-Christian, earth-tilling, etc. The very same can be said of the term “heathen”. I’m sure we all have our terms in our respective languages and cultures for those people that are folkish, not too keen on city cosmopolitan life, that continue to hold dearly onto their traditions and folkish ways. Perhaps you call them rednecks or hillbillies; but to be honest, those hillbillies tend to be some of the most polite people I have ever met. Certainly they won’t flip you the bird for failing to accelerate fast enough at the very millisecond that a traffic light turns green. Yes, the elitist city life is grand, isn’t it? Rootless Cosmopolitans (to use a Stalinist term) sure love their expensive latte and mochacino coffees. They sure love their live-fast, die-young hipster lives with their expensive degenerate abstract art pieces that are completely meaningless. They love their formalities, their dishonest flatteries, their stuffy condescending attitudes, and, of course, their multi-million dollar (or Euro) closets that they call an “apartment” (Manhatten – New York). Let’s not forget they are under constant surveillance by even their own gadgets.

Yes, yes. It must be grand to have totally meaningless shallow lives. And to give their lives meaning, they need to take up “social justice” causes that most of the time are completely invented anyway. Compare that to those poor peasants that work their own land (these days usually vast amounts of it), feed their own families with the food they grew or hunted for or slaughtered. They get to breathe the fresh air of the mountains, the forests, the fields of the countryside. They have great amounts of wisdom — of the seasons, growing food, herbal medicines, home remedies, wildlife, tracking, forestry,etc–and could survive on their own out in the wilderness. The peasants have their colorful celebrations full of family and friends, perhaps the entire village (a marriage celebration in Eastern Europe out in the villages can last for DAYS). You get the idea. Maybe they don’t know what a Interest Rate Derivative is, but they can tell you better than the weatherman when and how much it will rain.

Compare these two lifestyles. Ask yourself: Who is free and who is a slave? Who is really the barbarian?  One thing is for sure, our ancient ancestors were free men and women.

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