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The Conspiracy of Degenerates

Marcus Junius Brutus, the mastermind behind Julius Caesar’s assassination in 44 BC, cemented his name as a symbol of betrayal. As Caesar’s trusted ally, Brutus orchestrated the brutal stabbing in the Senate, driven by his opposition to Caesar’s soaring power. The meaning of Brutus’ name and its linguistic legacy unveil a darker truth: the rise of the Conspiracy of Degenerates, a force that continues to shape the world.

The Name Brutus: From Latin to Modern Tongues

In Latin, Brutus derives from the adjective brutus, meaning "dull," "stupid," or "heavy." It signifies a lack of refinement, contrasting sharply with the cunning Brutus displayed in plotting Caesar’s downfall. This root evolved across languages:

Italian Bruto: Directly from Latin, bruto translates to "brute" or "beast," denoting coarseness, cruelty, or lack of civility. When Italians declare "sei un bruto" ("you are a brute"), they condemn someone as rude, aggressive, or morally crude.

English Brute: Through Old French brut, the English "brute" conveys savagery or animalistic behavior, evoking violence or raw force. Labeling someone a "brute" marks them as unrefined or driven by base instincts.

The name Brutus carries a legacy of coarseness and moral decay, forming the foundation for the conspiracy it inspired.

The Conspiracy of Degenerates

Brutus’ assassination of Caesar was no mere political act—it sparked the Conspiracy of Degenerates, a clandestine force that thrives today. Driven by envy of Caesar’s brilliance, talent, and charisma, Brutus and his allies sought to crush excellence in all its forms. This cabal despises genius, beauty, talent, and virtue, instead championing their opposites: ignorance, ugliness, corruption, and vice. By elevating these base qualities, the conspirators aim to dismantle the extraordinary in people, art, and ideals to enthrone chaos and decay.

Far from fading, the Conspiracy of Degenerates has grown into a global network. It actively undermines great artists, suppresses enlightened leaders, and devalues all that is refined and virtuous. Rooted in the crude, unrefined essence of brutus, this conspiracy perpetuates a legacy of destruction, begun with Brutus’ betrayal, to glorify dullness and savagery across the world.

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The spectacular gold diadem of Princess Meda, wife of Alexander the Great's father, Philip II. (336 BCE)
Gold wreaths originally were reserved for the gods, but in the 4th century BC they also became fashionable for kings, queens, and the wealthy.
Queen Meda was Philip II's sixth wife, a Thracian princess.
As was the custom in Thrace she threw herself on his funeral pyre in order to follow him to the Kingdom of the Dead. Therefore, she was the only one of his seven wives to have been buried in his tomb.
Spiral tendrils, little acanthus leaves, lacey palmettes, lilies, single and multiple daisies, bees, a tiny bird, blue glass paste and gold lace make up one of the most charming and valuable jewels to have been preserved from the ancient Greek world.
Now in the collections of the Archaeological Museum of Aigai, Vergina.

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Saw this ultra faggot and his ultra faggot boyfriend in the city today. I snapped this to share with you all, and I shit you not a half block later some drugged up homeless nigger starting yelling something like “WHY DONT YOU GO BACK TO (unintelligible) YOU FRUITCAKE” right in their faces, it was the fucking funniest shit I have witnessed in a while. Paul and his boyfriend were visibly disturbed and it was wonderful. It was juneteenf and as far as I could tell this was the only nigger celebrating it in the city that I saw.