THE ARTICLE YOU WILL READ ABOUT IS A PARODY AND IS DEFINITELY NOT MY REAL THOUGHTS. IF I HAD MY REAL THOUGHTS WRITEN LIKE THIS, THAT WOULD BE A CRIME AND WE WOULDN’T WANT TO COMMIT A CRIME, RIGHT? Hey Turk! Do you remember the presidential elections that took place last year? I bet you…
Sunset Once a sworn defender of his general now found himself reduced to a mere shadow of his former self. Starving and defeated, he limped the battlefield, a forlorn figure in the fading light of the setting sun. The proud warrior of the past, now moved like a ghost among the remnants of war. A…
Noon, II. It came out of nowhere, as swift as a lightning hit. He could not even feel the contact, not on his head or the floor as he succumbed. A brutal mace blow to the temple left him teetering on the precipice of consciousness. Maybe he was already dead, or about to die. He…
Late Afternoon, V. Dragging himself across the blood-soaked sands, the housecarl felt the weight of the battlefield, being crushed under it. The moans and cries of the wounded echoed through the desolate desert, each groan a haunting reminder of the brutality that had unfolded. He couldn’t shake the images of fallen comrades, their faces distorted…
(Original publishing date: 02.07.2022) Dr. Jordan B. Peterson’ın Avrupa kitap turundan esinlendiğim ikinci yazıdır: ‘Yağma yok, Sosyalizm var!’, ‘Ülkücü hareket engellenemez!’ türevi naraların nasıl bir tonlamayla söylendiğini bilmiyor iseniz kendinizi şanslı sayabilirsiniz. Bulanık sloganlar da tıpkı bulanık ideolojiler gibi insanı bugününden alıkoyarlar çünkü, kisinin geleceğini de ipotek altına alarak. Aslında bu açıdan bakıldığında sloganların ömür…