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1w, 1dHarmony16 comments · 302 views
Harmonious existence between the greater races of Equus is dependent on a key point in that question: the treatment of race itself. It is really pointless to argue over this fact—for the fact is self-evident and anyone who denies it can only be either a fool or a malicious liar. It is also pointless to argue about which is the most harmonious race of all when equines are involved, because, as has been shown time and again throughout history, the equine race is the ultimate genesis of all true culture, the most profound insights into social struggles and politics, and any culture lifted by the hooves of ponies is indeed harmonious until it poisons itself by allowing other elements to become involved.
Let us take the example of an ordinary pony. Perhaps he is very ordinary to the point of being unexceptional—in a time of peace. There, he quietly does his part within the social and economic order, and he does it without complaining because in his heart he knows that what he does is what his nation requires of him. Perhaps he has come upon hard times, or perhaps he has not found a use for the skill which nature has bestowed upon him—but given the opportunity he will gladly do his part because it is what he knows is right. Unexceptional, yes, but that is what peace requires of those who work for peace. He may have flaws, vices, and so on, but in his heart there is a light that feeds on his knowledge that whatever he may produce will be for the good of the national organism.
But let us put him now into a less pleasant situation. He is called to fight against a threat from outside; an invader with a less peaceful national character in comparison to his own. Does this pony shy away from the defense of his nation? No. Perhaps he will be led astray by liars and evildoers—as we have seen happen in the past, woefully—but at his heart, his struggle will always be driven by that same light which derives its fuel from what he produces in a time of peace; he needs only a guiding voice to translate the abstractions of his heart into commands his mind can understand. Then he will defend his nation with every ounce of courage that resides in his body. Tasked with the defense of his nation and race he will cease to be ordinary, and instead he will do the most exceptional acts of valor on a daily basis. This is why we say that war can bring out the exceptional qualities in any pony.
It is this basic desire to defend his race that makes him revile so thoroughly the unmasked destroyers, just as a body's immune system reviles the virus which might try to infect it. But just as he reviles the unmasked destroyer, he also reviles unconsciously those who could mask themselves and blend in to destroy the nation from within.
Let us now look at the greatest enemy of the equine race: the changeling. Where the pony takes pride in and does everything he possibly can to advance the interests of the harmony of the race and the nation, the changeling will think only of its own interests. It is unchallengeably the most disharmonious of all creatures for this very reason, and also for this very reason, it will remain forever an outsider, only able to shallowly mimic the idealism that drives a pony to sacrifice himself in defense against the barbarians who threaten his community. A changeling, being a paragon of unrestrained egoism, cannot rise above its animalistic nature to contribute to the national well-being; instead, it will blindly suck dry the nation which acts as its host.
Blindly in this case is not truly an applicable term for what it does, for it knows what the ultimate results of its actions will be—national collapse, contamination of racial purity, general disharmony—but rather than try to avoid these results, it uses them to further exploit the race it wishes to subjugate. This is why changelings in the badlands—ostensibly their natural home, though they have no true home as they are nothing more than national parasites—live in holes in the ground and fight with each other for the smallest of things: with no one but each other to exploit and steal from, and no ingenuity or creativity of their own, they are utterly unable to move forward as a race, and instead remain trapped in a socioeconomic time capsule. In fact, the changeling fits into the middle and higher social classes of every other great nation so well that the very lack of a middle class in its own so-called homeland is proof in itself that the changeling can only succeed with the help of others.
Our ancestors did not fully understand the extent to which race influences the cycle of a nation, from birth to death. They knew only what was in their hearts—the fervent desire to preserve and advance the blood of the equine race, and to protect their nation from invaders and parasites. But without a conscious understanding of the race question, they could not fully protect themselves; not against the vile machinations of the enemy. Keep in mind that it was not the changeling's innate ingenuity or cleverness that truly allowed it to install itself into our society—for they are no greater in those fields than any other race; perhaps even less so as they are mere mimickers of true life—but rather the trusting, harmonious nature of the pony, who despite his misgivings allowed the changeling to thrive because he assumed that it was the fair way to do things. Because he could not see a difference between himself and the masked changeling, and because certain degenerates and their masters played on his uncertainty and whispered in his ear that they were all equal, he allowed himself to ignore what his heart told him—because he could not imagine that some races are inherently dangerous to him. But they are. And here we stand now.
What shall be done, now that the problem has been revealed?
1w, 4dWell, it's that time again.24 comments · 309 views
Time for me to quit the fandom.
No, just kidding.
It's time for me to write the next chapter of Solitary Locust! I have it all planned out. Stuff happens! You guys are gonna love it. It's probably going to resolve within 2-3 chapters unless I decide to add a second segment to it based on the ending I have in mind. I dunno. I might just leave it open at the end of the last chapter.
I was disappointed with the reception of Splinterwood, but I guess it was an experimental idea that people didn't catch onto that easily. But I'm still going to see it through to the end, because I really like the story I have planned out--it's absolutely beautiful, in both an ironically dark and a non-ironic way. Maybe it'll get more attention as it progresses.
Also, it's time for me to finally get around to fixing up Every Night is a Night of Nightmares so that I can update it. It was originally going to be clop, but I decided to make it not clop, and that kind of gummed up the process because I didn't want to go back and edit it to remove some of the fetishy elements. But I guess it's high time I did that, right? I have the next chapter partly finished anyway.
Spunk Science has a half-finished update, too. I really hate that it got so popular, but I'll continue it, I guess.
And lastly: people have been asking for an update of Cold Lightning. I have no idea where to go with it! My original idea turned out to be too time-consuming to produce in full. But I do want to continue it, so I'll start planning out something for that.
2w, 2d"I have a feeling there is some sort of deeper meaning to this picture..." Hub Adventure Prime, by SonEminoKami26 comments · 347 views
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Vinyl Scratch is well known as DJ PON-3 across Equestria. Other than her music career, however, not much is known of the pony’s personal life as she struggles with her identity, music, and coping with the effects of her actions on others.
I shall now encourage you to read this because Froey, who is one of my best friends, has been working on it for over a year and it's really good.