“Do you not know, my son, with how little wisdom the world is governed?”
― Axel Oxenstierna, High Lord Chancellor of Sweden, 1648
Curtis Yarvin descends upon Sweden
A thought experiment: How would the World's Most Modern Country™ and the former Moral Superpower® fit into the thought of one Curtis Yarvin — the Père Joseph of American illiberalism? Surely even approaching the curious case of Sweden, the ur-heimat of modernist-progressive excellence on earth, would cause him to burst into a purifying flame or at least hit against some angelic force field?
Alas the carcass of Sweden, lit up by the muzzle-flashes of gang war executions, is filled with just the sort of juicy, overly ripe entrails that the mouldbug usually feasts on.
A modern progressive-technocratic state built for and by middle managers in the 30s? Check!
An empire-of-the-mind built on (seemingly protestant) virtue that seeks to save the world? Check!
Deeply muddled past, not-nearly-forgotten imperial ambitions and a system crashed into whatever the Scandinavian version of the Chappaquiddick is by a vapid and corrupt elite? Triple check!
We take a deep dive into the Myrdals — through lines of Swedish kings and into the dark corners of the souls (and graphs) of the prophet-Hans and Gretas of the north to discover a reality that is less a paradise on earth, and more dark social democratic mirror to the American empire.
And upon this plain the two progressive juggernauts of the 20th century collide.
While Yarvin might jeer at the Swedish quaintness in world affairs but knows that inside every Swedish soul lies the embers of High Lord Chancellor Oxenstierna, waiting for a stiff breeze..
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