Boys in front of a costume organization in kindergarten are told to leave plastic revolvers and swords. From an early age, women are liable for their upbringing, who are naturally inclined – and nothing unusual about it – to solve problems in a feminine way. As men, we have lost our leading function and at all step we are told that what we are by nature must be cut short according to fresh pedagogical principles. The effects are withdrawal, frustration, depression, occupational burnout and all another diseases of today's society. But what do the Scandinavians gotta do with it? Welcome to the reading...
Until recently, the boys were jumping on trees, chasing after the settlement, and erstwhile there was a conflict they would not solve, they would gather in the ellipse and settle matters honorably. Their innate energy found an outlet. And the adults liable for raising them knew that they had to balance between wisdom and strength to keep them in check, but not choke the energy in them, which is expected to be their top weapon in adult life.
Then the naive, and consequently harmful, pedagogical trend, according to which force is bad, and all problems should be solved by “modern” non-confrontational methods. This approach is burdened with a fundamental flaw: it ignores the unchanging laws of human nature, de facto trying to make a "new man". And what's worse, this man is rising in front of us and multiplying at an alarming rate.
When we have eliminated a controlled confrontation, we see the ability to talk to people with different views fade. This puts us between 2 extremes: sweeping problems under the carpet with 1 and leading nowhere with an emotional mouth on the other.
One of the false dogmas of what I laborly call fresh pedagogy is simply a ban on... yelling. In order to see the effects, it is adequate to enter the school corridor during the break, where decibel levels give you dizziness, but no of the teachers can just bang on this horde of debilitating brats because... we have “standards”. So children get utilized to the fact that they are allowed everything and adults are not allowed to react. All order, all rules – in specified a arrangement are pure abstraction. Where there are no consequences, everything becomes fluid.
In this way a generation emerges with a unusual contradiction: on the 1 hand, impunity and so plant-like, but on the another hand soft and incapable to fight and survive, like these proverbial “snowflakes”. It is simply a generation that will sooner be veiled with a state apparatus than take matters into its own hands – the sad fruit of post-peerelism on our grounds.
In any places, however, tears are formed in this image of reality. I dedicate this text to 2 of them. This is about films that were made in the cold north, where it seems that the transformation of society and state interventionism have already exceeded critical mass. And yet, that is where the voice of reason speaks... It resonates in films The Horsemen of Justice and On the fly.
The Scandinavians regain their memory?
Both films were made in Denmark and treat the same – about the crisis of valor – with the fact that from different perspectives. The Horsemen of Justice (Retfærdighedens rittere 2020, with Mads Mikkelsen) is simply a notable movie not so much for aesthetic reasons (rejects unbearable, suffocating and sometimes disgusting naturalism), as due to the problem posed. It all starts with a train crash in which Markus' wife (a absent man) dies, who returns from a military mission. 2 future inventors come to him, who claim that the full case was a conspiracy and that they – utilizing their innovative software – are ready to explain it. Police do not perceive to them, desperate after the death of Markus' wife – yes.
And so begins their self-proclaimed pursuit of a criminal organization, which is actually a kind of odyssey confronting them with their own shortcomings. Markus (the leader of the group, the 1 from strength solutions) experiences the pain of his past intellectual absence in the lives of 2 of his closest women (wife and daughter), the remainder of the “team” begins to get utilized to the thought that criminals can be dealt with, that they can be defended and that it is natural to take arms into hand for this purpose. A multidimensional film, dense in its naturalism, but yet balancing towards a building point.
Even more meaningful, due to the fact that not referring to specified a apparent motive (fight against evil) is the movie On the fly (Print, besides from 2020 and with the same actor in the lead role). The subject here is no longer violence, but alcohol – erstwhile a part of our culture, and present a thing wrongly demonized due to a departure from healthy moral principles, for which virtue is the lighthouse (i.e. spiritual fitness allowing us to keep measurement and do good in a habit).
On the fly This is simply a perfect and in a way a beautiful communicative about the planet being crazy, and we live in a collective madhouse, under the defender of Calvinist rigorists (as the Scandinavians know!). Alcohol turns out to be a cure, as it triggers fact and the pursuit of virtue, lifts to the surface all the filth that had been carefully swept under the carpet. How does that happen? Well, a group of colleagues, teachers from a small-town school, decides to verify in practice the hypothesis attributed by the protagonists to Norwegian psychiatrist Finn Skårderud, who was expected to claim that a man has a natural deficiency of a half-mil of alcohol and should supplement it in order to function properly.
Suddenly, it turns out that a erstwhile charismatic historian with occupational burn syndrome regains his old velocity, but at the same time his marital crisis, which was so far a mystery of polysinel, emerges. akin changes happen in the lives of another heroes. Then the action develops somewhat little stencilly, but I will not betray it. Anyway, the movie. On the fly recalls that moving drunk in the harbor and joyful satisfaction dance is simply a perfectly average and even healing thing... but – attention – in the circumstances in which we live. In the planet in which we were told that everything that was always average is now abnormal. In a average world, that kind of behaviour wouldn't be essential for most of us... And here the question arises: Is Finn Skårderud (the kind of heroes see him) crazy or is he the only sober man in the madhouse? 1 thing is certain: it may have come to specified conclusions alternatively than another ones, due to the fact that all another indicators of our sanity are below the norm, or no 1 even takes them into account!
Without wanting to betray any more plots of the film, I will share the general conclusions concerning both productions.
A man of steel or a snowflake?
We can eat psychotropics for the remainder of our lives, if you're sorry, but if we don't start surviving in harmony with our own nature, it's just a way to survive. A man needs adrenaline. He needs a fight. Confrontation. He needs to rule. To endure hardship and to feel responsible. He needs to get dirty, get tired, bleed. Then he's himself. And if it's not, it starts to be absent, closed, withdrawn.
Regular activities specified as drinking alcohol, smoking, shooting animals, fighting another men (including arguing about ideas) are pushed to the margins of social life. And on the main card of this life there are standards to which a actual man will never be able to adapt. sick standards, according to which all problems (to a large degree created by this sick situation) are to be solved in a woman's way – by appeasement, talking, translation.
A man does things differently. By authority, and erstwhile authority is not adequate – utilizing force. A man's social background is not to read intellectual and pedagogical theories, but to know healthy principles, discipline and experience in combating evil. In battle, he wakes up and senses his conscience. In battle, a man grows out of naivety. In combat, he stops being a boy.
The product of the sick planet in which we live is simply a large boy, to whom he inactive complains that he is immature. But he does not get matured in manhood – he is required to mature in womanhood. No confrontation, no sweat, no blood, no pain of failure, no fear, no stress required to cross the comfort zone.
The Horsemen of Justice and On the fly They shout to the viewer's face: Let boys be boys, let girls be girls, let men be men and let women be women! No more confusion that has caused artificial and unnecessary happiness for anyone to blur the natural boundaries between man and woman.
The planet wants to keep us in permanent immaturity. No 1 is amazed to see a 30 - year - old man dressed as a teenager, having no wife and children playing games on his cell telephone on his way home from work. But if the same man utilized force in the name of order and justice, they would shortly find him amazed or even condemning.
The culmination of this process of infantilization is the successively tightening strategy of full control on moral matters. The authority limits and restricts access to alcohol, spreading propaganda about the alleged fight against alcoholism. The same applies to another areas. We're expected to drive and park just like a desk clerk decides, not like we set it up in the local community. Et caetera, et caetera...
It is no wonder that specified a raised and impoverished man yet believes that he is "created" to a boring life without challenges and confrontation, and that the monopoly on force is to wield the state. No wonder he sits at his desk and stares at the wall. No wonder he gets depressed and comes to the conclusion – despite any humorous pre-war song – that he is not even worth getting drunk anymore...
May as many films as possible be made The Horsemen of Justice and On the fly. For they are a motivation and a reminder that we are not what we are told to be. That there is an order in our souls established since the dawn, and no pedagogical explanation and no rape of statistic power will always completely destruct this order. He's inside us, he's demanding an expression, he's demanding freedom.
Filip Obara
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