Constantin von Hoffmeister
Eurosiberia

France, once the altar where saints tread barefoot through vineyards reciting Ave Marias to stone cathedrals, is now a haunted tabernacle filled with absence. What used to be blood and water now is empty wine bottles and shopping malls. From 94% of French children baptized within three months of birth in the early 1960s to only 12% of Catholics attending weekly Mass in 2023, the collapse is apocalyptic. The Christendom of Clovis and Joan recedes, its bones picked clean by consumerist crows. God no longer walks here because His people have shut their doors. At the same time, the land becomes foreign to its children. Babel returns, once a myth now a demographic. “The stranger that is within thee shall get up above thee very high; and thou shalt come down very low” (Deuteronomy 28:43). This curse has taken root. A people who forget their God forget themselves.

To be Christian is more than soul-deep. It is blood-deep. “And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us” (John 1:14) — an embodied presence rooted in time and soil. There is no love of Christ that is not also love of place. Christ walked the dusty roads of Galilee, not some celestial nowhere. Identity is an altar, a liturgy written in flesh and custom: repeated gestures that sanctify the ordinary, flesh-colored acts of living — bread broken, wine poured, tongues singing in ancient dialects. Catholicity is universality, yes, but always incarnated. The Holy Spirit fell on different men in different tongues (Acts 2), not on ghosts. Rootlessness is not holiness. It is an illness, a dislocation from both heaven and earth.

What they call “diversity” is many colors pressed into one pale sameness. Miscegenation as dogma, the forced union of unlike things under threat of moral exile, is not love. It is Babel’s revenge. The tower is rebuilt with ideologies that declare difference a sin. Yet the God who made the leopard and the lamb delights in difference rightly ordered. “Thou shalt not sow thy vineyard with divers seeds” (Deuteronomy 22:9). Not because God hates mixtures but because each thing has its time, its telos, its mystery. The homogenized man is a neutered man, a blank slate for the global demigods. When all are mixed, none remain. This is not love. It is obliteration.

Constantin von Hoffmeister
Eurosiberia

Xenophilia is more than curiosity or respectful admiration for the foreign. It is a psychological disease afflicting terminal civilizations. It serves as the inverted mirror of xenophobia and is a hatred of the Self masked as compassion.

It appears in the Western world through an obsession with the exotic, a frantic drive to deconstruct traditions, symbols, and structures in service of false universalism. Under the guise of tolerance, xenophilia demands the erasure of borders — geographic, cultural, and metaphysical. This is the spiritual AIDS of exhausted peoples who have abandoned the will to survive and seek redemption through dissolution into the global magma.

This morbid attraction to the alien gains power through the unholy trinity of unipolarity, liberalism, and globalism. The unipolar world order, led by the decaying hegemon of Atlanticism, enforces military and economic domination while advancing anthropological standardization. Liberalism, fully metastasized into global liberal-totalitarianism, teaches that all identities remain interchangeable masks discarded in the name of “freedom” — “freedom” defined as consumption and conformity. Globalism, the administrative arm of this ideology, crushes rooted diversity under bureaucratic and financial monoculture. Under this regime, xenophilia becomes permissible and mandatory — celebrated as virtue in a world where all values undergo inversion.

The emerging multipolar world offers a radical alternative: an orchestra of civilizations — each with its own melody, rhythm, and soul. This world arises through the vitality of difference rather than sameness. Each people must embrace its own identity with heroic will — Archeofuturism, forward-looking tradition. Xenophilia, within this context, acts as poison that undermines ethnic sovereignty. It weakens the immune systems of civilizations, leaving them open to invasion — by bodies and parasitic ideas.

Constantin von Hoffmeister
Eurosiberia

Marine Le Pen has been banned from running in the French presidential election in 2027. That is the headline — no metaphor, no nuance, just the hard blade falling. They have not defeated her in the arena of debate or vision. They have simply locked the gates. The queen is removed from the board while the game continues, rigged, trembling with fear of her return. This is not just a courtroom. It is a theater of ritual execution where she stands condemned. A drama unfolds, stripped of the honesty of tragedy. The victim is more than a political figure. She embodies a nation’s revolt. The French courts, acting as instruments of a supranational entity, have declared their verdict: Marine Le Pen, guilty of daring to resist. They allege that between 2004 and 2016, she “misused” approximately €4.5 million by employing assistants who purportedly served her party, the National Rally, rather than engaging in “legitimate parliamentary work.” Yet, the true specter haunting this proceeding is sovereignty itself.

The stripping of her passive voting rights is no minor legal footnote. It is the deliberate dismantling of the people’s right to choose their leader. The timing reveals a calculated act of sabotage, targeting those who challenge the prevailing liberal-leftist orthodoxy. The judiciary intervenes precisely when national stakes are high and the challenger articulates the voice of the people. Le Pen bleeds where relics remain inert. Her appeal is anticipated, yet such appeals often reverberate as futile gasps in chambers where verdicts are preordained.

Constantin von Hoffmeister
Eurosiberia

The French New Right thinker Alain de Benoist, unafraid to confront the abyssal truths that our so-called civilization dares not face, delivers a clinical dissection in his book Beyond Human Rights. It is not merely a critique but an incantation that unveils the unspeakable void behind the established justifications of so-called “human rights.” He beckons us to peer into the eldritch depths where the facade of human dignity disintegrates, revealing a cosmos indifferent and malevolent. His dreadful revelations can be encapsulated in several horrors:

Human rights, he reveals, are indefensible relics of a bygone era. The ancient talismans — invoking God, nature, and reason — have lost their potency. The notion of a divine creator fashioning humans in his likeness and bestowing upon them unique dignity is now the belief of a dwindling cult. Normative conceptions of nature crumble into dust, unable to sustain the illusion of a harmonious ideal or else painting only a brutal, survivalist order. And reason? It does not inexorably lead to the belief that all humans are entitled to equal rights. As Lovecraft might claim, mankind’s conceit is an affront to the ancient cosmic order, a mere flicker in the yawning chasm of infinity, where no such rights or dignities exist.

Universal human rights? They are more akin to a cultural hallucination, an insidious delusion spawned from the ancient and arcane traditions of the Stoics and Christians, yet alien to the vast, non-European realms of existence. This is not mere happenstance but the result of the human rights doctrine being fundamentally anti-political — supplanting the political with the juridical and moral — and intensely individualistic, exalting the individual above the community. Alien cultures gaze upon this with bewilderment, sensing the inhumanity in this misplaced idolization of the self.