Reverse Anthropology

Reverse Anthropology

• Isn’t it high time we bring the Great Oaks back to life by teaching Native Warriors how to use social anthropology in their fight to defend the honor of their ancestors? If they are to survive, they must analyze the leaven which causes the Cake of Precedent that is eaten by the oppressors to rise. It’s only when you understand that apple pie is only the frosting on real estate, and that real estate means that the homeless shall die – it’s only when you understand this, that you shall have a decent chance to keep the firewater from driving out all of your Native blood.

• How about an anthropological seminar on the way in which Decadent Romanticism has enabled colonialism? How long will it take before the Academy can recognize that the war of the Brahmans against Atlan takes many forms, but always aims to punish everything that is natural or tribal? Now that it is no longer fashionably to assist the disappearance of the so-called “Vanishing Races,” the Vespucci must make every effort to inflict a vigorous punishment on everyone who participated in the production of “Uncle Sam Sans Culottes in Saigon.”

• For all of that, the culture of Tió Cayman is an exotic import which lacks the strength and vitality of the natural Atlantaen vibration. Tió Cayman may build his superstructures 40 and more stories tall – but Atlan still remains the bedrock. It is for this reason that the culture and even the physical complexion of these Atlantaens is appearing once again from beneath the wine-dark sea, and taking its place once more beneath the sun.

• Bury her under the mountains, bury her under the sea – sooner or later, Atlantis shall rise, and the mammalian cultures the Crocodile has conquered shall have their Restoration. But of course, the strategy through which this Restoration shall be brought into being must be unconventional.

• The Indo-European Trinity of Bingbum, Hoggog, and Coggog is being forced to retreat. It isn’t just Renata – most of the women out there seem to be disillusioned with heroes they have slept with. They are crying for the Little People who have run away to a place far beneath the Smoky Mountains – and the telegraphed answers of the Little People are generating a new demand for poetry and drama.

Now that we refuse to be enchanted any longer by the Gods of racial caste, we have discovered Humanity. The only problem is, we have found the Loved One naked, tied to a stake, and already halfway roasted.