Ah! Once more, the herd confuses obedience with greatness, and decay with difference.

You say: “Christianity made the West strong.” No! Christianity tamed it. It shackled the noble instincts, the will to power, and crowned the slave's revolt in morality as virtue. Yes, Rome fell — but in its place rose the cross, and with it: guilt, meekness, and the hatred of life disguised as holiness.

You praise “faith, tradition, morality” — but these are the tools by which the strong were neutered, their instincts corrupted into pity, their vitality poured out for the weak. You think this made them conquerors? No. They conquered despite the cross — not because of it.

Ah! What a comforting delusion—to imagine that the sickness came from disobedience, and not from the very thing once worshipped as the cure. You would blame the fever on the medicine refused, rather than on the slow poison long imbibed. But tell me, what is atheism if not the ghost of your god? What is liberalism but the political translation of Christian pity, of your meekness dressed in new slogans?

You say the West is dying in spite of Christianity? No! It dies from it—from its morality, which taught man to turn his instincts inward, to call his strength "sin" and his questioning "pride." Christianity broke the noble, the commanding, the strong—it tamed them, bled them with guilt, and called the bleeding salvation.

And now, when the altar is abandoned and the cross worn as ornament, you imagine the spell is broken. No—only the names have changed. You call it "human rights," "equality," "compassion"—but I hear the same old slave-morality groaning beneath.

You mourn the death of the body, but never saw the soul had long since been castrated. Contrarianism? Ha! You call it rebellion, but it is merely the final consequence of a world that was taught to kneel.