I only recently discovered that pork tenderloin exists. It’s quite succulent. It reminds me of Jünger’s short story “The Boar Hunt” and that leads me to looking into Scruton’s book on hunting, and the first line I read makes me cackle

And in fox hunting, they join together with their most ancient friends among the animals, to pursue an ancient enemy. 

I should probably talk to a psychologist sometime about how my only true friend in life was a dog, and how I identify as a dog. If someone asked about it I might growl and bite them though.

Anyway, this is the “use” of philosophers- usually hunters aren’t too bright (no offense) and someone like Scruton can put the experience into words.

You think a dog likes to eat out of a bowl?

His book is a plea for tolerance toward a sport in which the love of animals prevails over the pursuit of them, and in which Nature herself is the center of the drama.

Foxes killing the chickens? I’d call that an ancient enemy.

Isn’t Scruton an oddball?

It seems he lived a thorough life. Not many postwar reactionaries enjoyed so thorough a life as him. Of course he was British so he had certain advantages.

If I remember correctly, after I started talking about dogs to the girl I lost my virginity to, that was the end of it. Just a fun fact about me I guess.

So anyway, this wasn’t just “sport” for the late Sir Scruton, he ATE the foxes. He recommends marinating them in brine, then red wine, garlic, and onions, and a few other things like juniper berries.

He sees it as sport all the same though, denigrating football as a sport that isn’t participated in by most people.

This is a good question

What is it that leads him to sally forth each Saturday, to cheer and shout at an event which has no perceivable purpose besides the shunting of a ball around a lozenge of grass, and which, when completed, leaves the world exactly as it was when the game began?

Playing a real sport sounds pretty appealing.

Real sport, real music, real philosophy, I probably piss people off by talking in that way.

Well then you might realize you’re a sort of fox to me.

I have many marinating.

The thought of dogs makes me pretty emotional though. Scruton says hounds were used for hunting in the same way today as they were in Ancient Greece. I see dogs as a fragment of the human that completes them.

Ah, I’m finally learning in this study that Scruton was a Saxon. That explains some things about him. I think pure Neoplatonism is closed-off to Saxons. He’s a quite shining Saxon despite that though. Scruton (b. 1944) avoided the boomer curse and reversed the Saxonism, is my judgment.

“Why do you believe all of this?” It’s a feeling.

You can’t understand contemporary American politics without awareness of the Norman conquest, and how that shaped our founders.

“Go back to the North, freeze and die up there!” George Washington and Benjamin Franklin were Normans so you should probably watch your mouth.

“Oh no, I don’t like to think of this side of the US. The many slave-revolts here…”

Plebs 250 years ago, plebs today. Nothing’s changed.

I just want you to understand why you’re a fox marinating in brine.

Heh if you’ve related to my posts on Scruton though, his book on hunting is more revealing than most. Were you drinking wine when you wrote this, Roger?

In a just world, no Saxon would be awarded the title of “Sir”.

Is that too “geburah” for you golems to understand?

Nonetheless, Scruton is a fellow-traveler of “ours” so I’m surprised I never see him mentioned.

“It’s because we’re hyper-Saxons inflected by jews and can’t appreciate such a person.”

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