The Homo Hubris definition of courage:
https://www.amren.com/videos/2023/03/have-there-ever-been-more-courageous-men/I’m going to tell you what may be the most heroic story of courage and endurance in history. It’s the story of Ernest Shackleton’s Antarctic expedition of 1914 to 1916.
Shackleton, an Anglo-Irish polar explorer, had been deeply disappointed that the British had been beaten to the North Pole by the American Peary expedition in 1909 and that Norwegians under Roald Amundsen had been the first to the South Pole.
The Imperial Trans-Antarctic Expedition would save Britain’s honor.
Is competitiveness courage?
The group was dominated by Englishmen, but there were four men each from Scotland and Ireland, and one each from Wales, Australia, New Zealand, and even the United States – all English-speaking white men.
The initial voyage, from South Georgia Island, down through the pack ice was successful, and the Endurance got within sight of land.
However, on January 18, 1915, 44 days into the voyage, the ship was caught in pack ice and could not be broken free. This was in the Arctic summer, and Shackleton decided to spend the winter on the ship, wait for next year’s thaw, and proceed with the expedition. (See map.)
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The dog teams were exercised on the ice and even had sled races. The ship had not been supplied with food for an extra year, so the crew hunted penguins and seals. Here the cook skins a penguin for dinner.
Does this look courageous to you?
It had been nearly a year since they left South Georgia. Radio communication was impossible. No one knew where they were. They had only one goal: get out alive. Every detail was under the command of Shackleton, whom the men addressed as “Boss.”
Seals and penguins are seasonal, and soon there was none to hunt. There wasn’t enough food for the dogs, and Shackleton gave the unpopular order to kill and eat them.
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How courageous.
For six miserable days – the solid brown line to the island – the men sailed and rowed through freezing weather and stormy seas. Their cold-weather gear was nothing like modern synthetics, and they didn’t even have oilskins. Their clothes were for tramping across snow, not for keeping out seawater.
The first two nights, the men tried to drag the boats onto ice so they could cook food and sleep in tents rather stay in the tiny, rocking boats, packed with gear. But the ice kept breaking up, and the men had to strike camp in a panic and scramble for their lives back into the boats. For the rest of the trip, they stayed cramped in the boats, freezing spray constantly in their faces, taking turns at the oars and tiller, trying to feed themselves, relieving themselves over the side. Always wet. Never able to sleep. Every man with frostbite. One was getting gangrene.
Finally, on April 15, the exhausted men landed on uninhabited Elephant Island, shown here.
They soon realized that their little beach would be under water at the highest tides, so they forced themselves back into the boats and found a better cove. At least there were seals and penguins to eat.
I am sure they felt courageous while eating.
But no one knew they was there. Help would never come.
Shackleton decided to take five men in the most seaworthy boat, and sail for help. The closest land was Tierra del Fuego, the tip of South America, the next closest was the Falklands, almost due north, but the safest plan – because of winds and currents – was to sail back to South Georgia, across more than 800 miles of what is called the Drake Passage, famous for some of the stormiest seas on earth.
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It was fall in the Southern Hemisphere. The weather was getting colder. Here are videos [6:02 – 6:26 2:11 – 2:59] of storms in the Drake Passage taken from modern, ocean-going ships. These are the waters Shackleton and his men sailed through for 16 horrible days and nights in screaming gales, as the temperature plummeted to near-zero. During storms they had to strip off all sail, and set a sea anchor to keep the bow into the wind, and pray that a giant wave would not crush or capsize the boat. So much ocean spray froze on the boat it became so top-heavy it might capsize. Men had to crawl out in the howling wind and chip off the ice. This voyage alone was a great seafaring achievement.
Westerners equate achievement with difficulty.
Shackleton’s navigator, Frank Worsley, had to take sextant readings from a boat bucking like a horse, whenever the cloud cover broke enough to see the sun.
See?
One of their water casks became fouled and by the time they reached land, they were not only hungry, frostbitten, covered with sores and boils, but frantic with thirst. They spent a harrowing day trying to find a place to land where the boat would not be crushed against rocks. On May 10, 1916, they finally put in to shore, more dead than alive.
The ordeal wasn’t over. They were on the opposite side of South Georgia Island from Stromness Bay, where the whaling station was. This was where they had set out 522 days earlier.
So all those penguins, seals and dogs got killed just for them to end up back where they started. Is this courage?
The James Caird had been damaged when they landed, and Shackleton decided two of his men would not survive another trip on the water. This meant hiking across the island. Here is what they had to cross, from the head of King Haakon Bay to Stromness Bay, over terrain so rough, no one had ever attempted it.
This is the Western motivation for doing anything.
The crossing itself was an extraordinary accomplishment – 36 hours over unnamed mountains and glaciers, some so steep, the men had to hack steps into the ice. Going down was worse: lower a man on a rope, where he hacked out steps, join him, and lower him further, while he hacked out more steps. Worsley called some of the ice faces as steep as church steeples. Shackleton allowed no sleep; if the men drifted off, they would freeze to death, and if they failed, there was not hope for any of the other men. Without a proper map, they mistook landmarks several times, and spent agonizing hours backtracking.
Again, Westerners equate achievement with difficulty.
They stumbled into the whaling station, so dirty, bearded, longhaired, and haggard that two 11-year-old boys they met ran screaming in terror.
The truly terrifying thing about Westerners is their warped notion of courage.
What about the 22 men back on Elephant Island? Here they are, minus one, whose frostbitten toes had to be amputated to save his left foot and was resting. In the background, you can just see the overturned boats under which they sheltered, with a makeshift chimney set up to cook food inside.
They spent an interminable 137 days waiting for help. They had no way of knowing that it would take three months and 10 days – and four attempts – for Shackleton to rescue them. There was too much pack ice around Elephant Island to get close enough even to send a signal to let the men know help was coming.
In the end, every man was saved.
https://trueleft.createaforum.com/ancient-world/antropocentricism-the-most-dangerous-ideology-in-the-world/Only we will look at the story from the perspective of their victims. (It also goes without saying that none of the men would even have required saving if the expedition had not been initiated in the first place.)
It may be hard to believe, but after all this, most of the Englishmen were conscripted to fight the world war, which had begun before the expedition set out. Two were killed in action, one died of disease, and several were badly wounded. Shackleton volunteered for combat but he was 43 and weakened by his travels. Instead, he had a successful lecture tour, but grew tired of it, and organized another expedition to the Antarctic that set out in late 1921. He suffered a heart attack on board ship, and his wife asked that he be buried on South Georgia Island.
No quantity of exploration will ever satisfy Westerners. They will always seek the next one. This is why the only way to end it is to eliminate their bloodlines.
Enemy comments:
This is the history that should be emphasized, the greatness of the White man.
I agree it should be emphasized (hence my sharing it here), but as a reason for prohibiting "whites" from reproducing.
That type of masculinity is not even allowed anymore.
But it will not end until every last bloodline carrying it has been eliminated.
There is a chapter in William J. Bennett's "Book of Virtues" that tells us about Shackleton's expedition. Shackleton placed this ad in London newspapers when he was recruiting his band of explorers: "MEN WANTED FOR HAZARDOUS JOURNEY. Small wages, bitter cold, long months of complete darkness, constant danger, safe return doubtful. Honor and recognition in case of success." Shackleton later commented that the response was so overwhelming that it seemed as if every man in Great Britain was determined to join the expedition.
See?
When people say that exploring outer space is a waste don't understand that exploration, discovery and colonization are just three of the things that make our people great. Always reaching, always learning, always attempting the impossible. The other races stagnate while we advance. The future would be so much brighter if our people were allowed to flower rather than held back, demonized and demoralized.
What do you mean "allowed"? Who are they who decide if we are "allowed" or not to do things we know need to be done? Why do we need to ask anybody for permission to be great in the first place?
This type of mentality of the modern men "oh, if we're only allowed..." shows weakness and submission. Our great ancestors did not ask for permission. They explore, they discover, and yes they colonize while learning in the process, learning continuously, and becoming greater than anybody was before them.
But now...
Look at us. We are sitting around and whine about how we are not "allowed" to be great. Not "allowed" by whom? By "others", or by our own weakness which we blame on "others" in search of excuse for not doing anything real, anything truly meaningful, anything worthy of at least a bit of greatness of our ancestors who were true giants of human spirit and heroic masculinity?
our young white straight males have been poisoned with lies and fake guilt imposed on them by ones who want them, us, dead. They are being weaken and emasculated, they are being destroyed. They need stories like this, stories well written, not too long so they can read or watch them in less than half an hour each.
I am sure they will watch and read them. I am sure they will reflect. I am sure it will wake up greatness that lives deep inside them, greatness that is embedded in their genes, greatness that can be unchained and returned to this world with the unparallelled force of indestructible white will.
Every rightist conversation ever. (And yes, I do want you all dead, precisely because of what is embedded in your genes.)
William Shackleton will be turned into a strong, powerful transwoman of color who leads this expedition all while looking fabulous in his/her lipstick and high heels. The only white men on the crew will be openly homosexual and the rest of the crew will be women and/or people of color.
Our enemies accurately describe False Leftism.
I hate to say it, but now that the left's arch enemy Jared Taylor has noticed him, Shackleton's statue will likely be destroyed too. They will find some way of vilifying Shackleton as a white supremacist, if, for no other reason, he was white and trying to colonize the South Pole from its rightful owners, the multicultural penguins
Our enemies accurately describe True Leftism. PLM!
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