Reflections on Howard Philip Lovecraft

While on the whole I have a disdain for the feminine and frivolous nature of fantastical genre fiction that features the supernatural there is one particular author of supernatural horror who I think is one of the greatest minds of the 20th century, one Mr Howard Philip Lovecraft. You may even notice some references to the late great Mr Lovecraft's work in my emotive poem based on a horrific and traumatic personal experience of mine called "The Flea-market", but I digress today I am here to discuss how Mr Lovecraft, and the controversy around him, fits within the worldview I try to promote on this account. There has been allot of controversy  in recent years on the unfashionable racial views Mr Lovecraft held and I have to say I actually have been rather disappointed in the Lovecraft fan community's response to the backlash.
There are two genres of defence popular in the fandom, one being that Lovecraft supposedly "evolved" past these viewpoints latter in life and that despite his education his opinions where somehow the result of ignorance and the other being that we should separate the art form the artist and appreciate his fiction while condemning him for having opinions out of lock-step with the current culturally Hoxhaist establishment. I find both these so called defences to be just as if not more offensive than the criticism lobbied against Lovecraft's work itself No HP Lovecraft's views were NOT based on ignorance but rather a keen insight into the truth which sadly few people even in his own time much less the modern day truly grasped and any deathbed conversion to racial Trotskyism he may have had would have been the signs of the passing of a great genius into the abyss of old age. Furthermore there is no way to separate the art from the views of the artist in this case because the reason Lovecraft's horror is so meaningful and deep is because it warned of the terror of the foreign and the alien.
Take for example one of my favorite works by Lovecraft "A Shadow over Innsmouth" which deals with the dangers of miscegenation by telling the story of how a good upstanding Anglo-Saxon American man learns of a town of men who are half man half Polynesian fish monster do to the demonic greed of the pro-integrationist class of the town. Furthermore the classic pessimism of Lovecraft's work really shines through as the protagonist himself learns he has the blood of the fish monsters in his DNA and succumbs to his inherently savage mixed race urges. As someone who himself bears the cross of being mixed race (as Latin America is almost like one giant Innsmouth except that unlike Anglo-Saxon Innsmouth none of the initial participants of the miscegenation were really anything to write home about racially in the first place)  I personally relate to the horror of this story as my inherit Latin or even latent African savagery may come out and threaten the carefully crafted self-civilizing I have tried to cultivate in imitation of my racial superiors at any moment. Unsurprisingly Lovecraft himself has dealt with a similar trauma to inspire such a tale, he had shortly before writing the story, learned that what he had previously thought to be his pure Germanic Anglo-Teutonic racial pedigree was tainted by a savage subhuman Celtic-Iberian WELSH ancestor. Given he had a Welsh ancestor he probably even had the DNA of literal sheep in his admixture given the degenerate sexual habits of the unwashed indigenous pre-Saxon inhabitants of Britain still have to this day. I can admire the fortitude Mr Lovecraft must have possessed to keep his sanity and even write a cautionary tale about it after learning such a horrific revelation so late in life!
To see where a story so personally inspiring to me as well as so objectively brilliant can be taken in the hands of the socially Maoist so called "Lovecraft fandom" one must look no further than the degenerate porno film called "The Shape of Water". Unsurprisingly this disgusting movie which drags the legacy of "A Shadow over Innsmouth" and Lovecraft's work in general through the mud was directed by a boorish Mexican Communist, Guillermo del Toro, his last name which means "of the bull" in that black-speech "language" Spanish really ends up being rather fitting given the ideas this Latin miscreant promotes. Instead of a bold condemnation of race mixing his take on the idea of horrible fish monsters having their way with white human women is to try to make it a cutesy rom com where the brave American soldiers who are working to fight the alien menace as well as the Bolshevik menace of the Soviet Union is cast as some sort of villain! instead of an adaption that speaks Lovecraft's truth to power we get the bare boned aesthetics of Lovecraft used to retell the same tired leftist messages of Hollywood yet again.
Seeing how the work of my second favorite artistic mind of all time (second of course to Walt Disney but still surpassing that brilliant yet still female and Slavic Ayn Rand) is so thoroughly weaponized by the enemy I was inspired in my own writing. Like Lovecraft I would write of upper class educated male sexually clean and politically enlightened white Anglo Saxon Protestants who find themselves confronted with the existential alien horrors that lurk outside the fragile western civilization they built. Unlike Lovecraft however I would not hide behind the metaphor of tentacle monsters but instead describe what these things are blatantly and openly as not ti be appropriated by those who have nothing but contempt for my own ideals and values.