We once had a future.

That was the theme of Peter Thiel’s speech at last night’s Republican National Convention. It seems like it has been forever since that was the case. For as long as this author can remember, the future was nothing but endless war, endless immigration, and endless erasure of the identity and achievements of European Americans. Where there once was the American Dream, now lies the American Nightmare, especially for many struggling White Americans.

Many of us were told about an America that once was. Like an Atlantis long lost, our parents and grandparents seem to never be too tired to mention “the good old days.” Thiel himself gave us that vision of a vanished America last night:

It’s hard to remember this, but our government was once high tech, too. When I moved to Cleveland, defense research was laying the foundations for the Internet. The Apollo program was just about to put a man on the moon—and it was Neil Armstrong, from right here in Ohio.

The future felt limitless.

But for us, there has never been a bright yesterday. What remnants we have, that have worked themselves into a sort of nineties nostalgia was ripped apart on 9/11. For our youth, we were born into a clash of civilizations, and into a society that neither believed in itself nor even knew that was a possibility.

The response to tragedies was always, go shopping! Don’t think about it! The all-pervasive totalitarianism of a happiness industry intent on feeding us lotus and filling our dreams with brand logos and small dreams. There was once a time when dreaming and real conflicts of vision mattered, as Thiel said:

Instead of going to Mars, we have invaded the Middle East.When I was a kid, the great debate was about how to defeat the Soviet Union. And we won. Now we are told that the great debate is about who gets to use which bathroom.

This is a real anxiety for White America. Our fathers dreamed of the stars, while we only dream of “diversity” quotas.

A lot has been said recently about fear. Rightly so, we live in fearful times. For our families, for our countries, for our race. At its worst, this fear threatens to cripple our resolve, our will to action. But fear, properly understood, is the mind killer. Our fears must clear the way for our dreams.

European man has never been settled. From Odysseus, Aeneas, onwards to the great Explorers and Astronauts our race has always driven forward, sought to push back the boundaries of the possible and bend the universe to its will.

This was what Spengler called, the Faustian Spirit. The yearning that is infinity as he would say. For too long have we allowed the fears and dreams of others to dictate our path. It doesn’t matter if it’s in the Middle East or in the middle of a ghetto, the ideological hegemony of our time asks us to bow before the dreams of others. All based on the “dream” of our country’s great new “King”.

The truth is, we need a new future.

One not animated by the values of today’s hollow men. One which looks back to our greatest strengths which will propel us forward into the cosmos. This is what Guillaume Faye means when he speaks of an “archeo-future”, as he says:

We fight for a vision of the world that is both traditional and Faustian, that allies enrootment and disinstallation, the citizen’s freedom and imperial service to the community-as-a-people, passionate creativity and critical reason, an unshakeable loyalty and an adventurous curiosity

When Thiel intoned:

When Donald Trump asks us to Make America Great Again, he’s not suggesting a return to the past. He’s running to lead us back to that bright future.

If he knows it or not, he’s making a call for the archeofuture. It’s a call to greatness, a call to become everything that we are and could be. Regardless of the outcome of this or that election, we need to start dreaming again. As if in a subterranean slumber our people’s spirit waits to be awakened, and when it does, not only will we save who we are, but we will build who we can become.

Let’s make the Future Great Again!