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Spengler and Spenglerian thinking undermines the basic modern dogma: progress. There is a noble spirit in some who reject Spengler on this account, in older terms. A Faustian spirit which seeks progress in the purest sense, an outward thrust towards infinite space. Men of the last century wanted to believe we would go beyond.

Ah, but this degraded into something new: a hideous, prognathous nigger called Social Progress. Look at the barren, desiccated husk of a contemporary feminist preacher, who screams onward to new and more subversive causes. She is the priestess of the new religion, the emblem of nihilism, and the emasculated nu-male, truly a Nietzschean Last Man, is her parishioner under the sacraments of Satan: the suicidal Tranny, the criminal Jigaboo, and the diseased Faggot.
This priestess, this ugly pseudo-lesbian, operates under such a spiteful yet illusive mind, she refuses to see how empty a worldview she holds. This worldview is populated by one central idea: propaganda. So simple, so carefully wrapped.
This is the sort of thing Spengler succinctly described in his analysis on money destroying the intellect (both practical in moneyed elites, but also in its nihilistic takedown of society). The last thing a late-stage liberal wants to hear is the truth, that there is no social progress, and that for all the signalling of virtues, they ultimately believe in nothingness. That all the causes and activism is funded by moneyed elites, often with ulterior motives.
This is what all the open sexual debauchery, trannies, faggotry, feminism, and negrolatry amounts to: the inward extermination of western culture. Truly, it is our Burning of the Books.
What else can they, the modern Liberal of the Soul who is far more than just the Liberal by Name, do with Spengler except spite him, or far more commonly, ignore? How else can they comprehend that for all their inward impulses towards annihilation, that they too operate under a grand Faustian impulse to cover the world in faggotry like a shell, like a will-to-infinite-space? And they who cast the bargain with Mephistopheles must know, the bargain is doomed to fail. The quest is always tragic, and Western Man is destined to look at the infinity of the Void, alone.