Richard Houck - Liberalism Unmasked

Arktos
London 2018

Men did not love Rome because she was great. She was great because they had loved her.

G.K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy

Who fears the wolf should never enter the forest.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Gambler

For Europe. The Promethean fire of mankind.

For America. The last bastion of freedom.

For my people. The most beloved possession I have.

To my dad. I never would have started this project, nor finished, without your encouragement. For that I am truly grateful. This book is little more than a record of our conversations together from the time I was young.

To my mom. Your determination and resolve have always been inspirational to me. A reminder of what can be achieved with little more than hope and steely-eyed grit. I never would have been able to spend my winters in Paris, taking those long walks alone at night, if it was not for you keeping the bike shop open. Ill never forget that.

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ISBN

978-1-912079-31-5 (Paperback)

978-1-912079-30-8 (Ebook)

Editor

John Bruce Leonard

Cover

Tor Westman

Layout

Daniel Friberg

The image on the cover is an allusion to the classic cult film, They Live . The glasses serve as an allegory to this book, and the struggles of Nada, are akin to those seeing the truth.

My goal was to write a book that serves as the glasses from They Live . A simple yet powerful tool to see Liberalism unmasked, for the pathological madness it is and to see the international Left without the facade.

They Live was before my time. My parents introduced me to classic books, music, and films throughout my childhood. My dad suggested we watch They Live many years ago, when I was still quite young. From the first viewing, it became one of my all time favorite movies. Not too long ago, I was fortunate enough to see the film on the big screen. A local cinema was playing 80s cult and horror classics during the month of October for Halloween, it was truly an experience. For those few fleeting hours, it felt as if I were back in a better time. I felt a sort of hiraeth that evening, a grief, nostalgia, and homesickness for a time and place that I had never seen myself.

In They Live , a hostile race of aliens has subtly enslaved humanity through control of the mass media and the banking system. Through control of the media, the hostile invaders were able to control the population by inducing a sort of semi-conscious state, turning humans into unthinking, unquestioning, unmotivated, zombie-like cattle. Those who wore the special sunglasses were able to see the veiled messages, and the aliens without their masks. What are seen as benign commercials, ads, and billboards to most people, with the glasses, now read as haunting instructions to the human race;

Obey authority. Consume. No imagination. Submit. Conform. Watch TV. No independent thought. Stay asleep.

When you put on the glasses, you can see for the first time, the nature of our reality. Our world is somewhat of a pseudo-reality, a simulacrum, mere shadows along the cave walls. Seeing past the thin facade and the true nature of Liberalism without its mask, is often a lonely journey.

In the film there is a fight scene, one of the longest fight scenes in film history. The unnamed main character, referred only to as Nada in the final credits, played by the late Rowdy Roddy Piper, is trying to convince his friend, Frank, to put on the sunglasses. The fight scene is one of the longest in film for a reason, it serves to illuminate the struggle of trying to get others to see what you can see. At one point in the fight Nada yells to Frank, Im trying to save you and your familys life! Despite his good intentions, Nada was met with hostility and aggression. Just as many of us who speak the truth in this modern world are met with hostility and aggression, merely for wanting to show people the truth, and perhaps, save their lives. We are the only ones trying to save civilization, and for that, we are hated.

Those who can see, those wearing the glasses, are at first shocked, then horrified, saddened, and ultimately, furious. They feel alone, they wonder if they are going crazy, then begin wondering how many others out there can see, and start to wonder if they are the only ones left.

Once the alien race and their willing human accomplices that are bought and sold, realize others see them for what they truly are, they have the police hunt them down. For it is far too dangerous to allow ones who can see, to walk among them. They live, while we are meant to stay asleep.

If the film, those who wear the glasses too long, that is if you spend too long looking directly at the truth, began to feel ill. Wearing the glasses too long causes you to feel like a knife turning in your head. I felt the same way writing this book. And I know many others felt the same level of horror, sadness, and rage, upon realizing the truth as well. The truth is a heavy cross to bear. I dont like what I see one bit. Not one bit.

Its far easier to take the glasses off, take the blue pill, and to go back to sleep. And thats exactly what they want. And thats exactly why Ill never take the glasses off again.

Put on the glasses, and welcome to the party, pal. The world needs a wake up call, its time to phone it in.

I have come here to chew bubblegum and fight for Western Civilization.

And Im all out of bubblegum.

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I never intended to write a book on politics. I am a simple man, from a small, beautiful town, that has been tucked away and forgotten. I spend the evenings riding my bicycle through the woods, and passing time with those for whom I care deeply.

To be honest, I was never all that interested in politics. Certainly not interested enough to write a book about the subject.

But something changed. Not within me, at least not at first. But in the world around me. The America that I knew and loved was slowly fading. I know every generation has similar sentiments. That things arent the way they used to be, in the good old days.

The harsh reality is that the America my parents grew up in is not the one I am going to inherit. National debt is at an all time high, consumer debt is piling up, race relations are the worst they have been since the 1960s, if not before, with a particularly anti-white bent, and it seems the bi-partisan appetite for war has grown insatiable.

When I first became aware of these changes, I began to pay much more attention to national news, world news, politics, and I looked through history for insight. I wanted to know how we got here, and who was behind the dumpster fire. What I began to see were cowardly Republicans, helpless conservatives, and mentally ill Liberals, hell-bent on destroying everything I held dear.

I cant recall when it happened exactly; I used to be very much a live-and-let-live type of man. I always thought people were entitled to their own political opinions, and I never really gave the matter much more thought than that. I really dont recall the moment something changed within me. Maybe it was gradual, and then all at once. Much like how fall collapses into winter. First the leaves begin to change color, falling slowly, one by one, until the trees are bare. Letting go of all they held onto so tightly all summer long. Then one morning you wake up to snow covering the forest.