How to Get a Job at a Construction Site (by a VP reader)

Good pointers for a young man starting out. Also for a laid-off white collar worker or a service-sector worker who wants a change. Reader Ned leaves this long comment:


How do you get a young man hired? Here’s what I suggest they do if they don’t know anyone, or don’t see help wanted signs:

Go to the jobsite at 7:AM. Ask to speak to the Superintendent – tell him you are willing to do anything. He likely won’t believe you. He’s probably tried 50 young men who weren’t up to the task, or who said they were hungry but didn’t show up. Bring gloves and pack a lunch. Dress appropriately – not in those women’s flood pants and pink high-top tennies. Don’t even LOOK at your phone. Keep it in the lunch box or car. Keep the ear buds OUT of your ears.

If you don’t get hired, go back the next day and ask again. Also ask if any of the subs [subcontractors] need anyone, and ask whom to speak with.

Remember – these guys are not going to believe that the young man will actually show up until he does. Showing up repeatedly will demonstrate a willingness to work and a tenacious spirit. This has worked for others, I promise you.

Also, be prepared to do the crappiest work possible. Be ready for someone to work your ass off. I’m 60, and can’t find a kid who can hang with me working all day. That’s alright though – keep the earbuds out, do what’s asked to the best of your ability as quickly as possible. There may be some assholes present. Don’t let that get to you. You are trying to earn their respect. They will kid with you. Everything you hear will be politically incorrect. Be careful – don’t fall into a trap of thinking it’s OK for you to communicate that way. You will know when it’s time.

Remember that you will have to put in some time before you get recognition. After you are there a while, you can begin asking people how to get into any trade that you find interesting. When people see you working, it’s also likely they will try to hire you. If you can hang, you will move up.

You will also have this as experience when asked the next time you are looking for work. Experience can only be gained by doing. This is about getting a foot in the door.

Also – remember you are not looking for a job – you are looking for work. Nothing is too demeaning. If you aren’t doing it, someone else will be doing it – even me.

Now go get some experience working. It will serve you whatever you end up doing.



What Is A “Spiritual Home”?

My sympathy for the so-called Nazi-LARPing Alt-Reich, to reiterate for the sake of clarity, does not extend to people who willfully sabotage pro-White activism. If you see someone with a Hakenkreuz banner materialize at your rally, taunt him: “Hey there, how ya doin’ buddy! Are you with FBI or Homeland Security?” Your group can chant: “Hey hey F-B-I / Faking’ like he’s you and I!” I just came up with that, you can probably think of something more catchy.

On the other hand, the tough-love harshness of Alt-Right’s “anti-swastika” rhetoric is generating a backlash — and at least one gently-worded expression of dissent. A guest-post at Vox Popoli titled Mail Vox: the Origins of the Alt-Retard makes a case for sympathy. In his short introduction, Vox Day concurs with his correspondent’s charitable attitude:

A Generation X reader sent me this analysis of the Fake Right Clown Posse, which somehow manages to be both sympathetic of the plight being faced by the young men of today and contemptuous of what some of them have become in response. I think he is largely correct, and explains why their attempts to defend their race and their nations so often go awry.

We have no choice but to help them. The challenge is that the only answer to ignorance is information, and as we know, as we have witnessed, there are some who cannot be instructed by information.

The Alt-Right vs Alt-Reich conflict are reminiscent of the battle between Principal Vernon and John Bender in The Breakfast Club:

[starts at 1:08 min.]
John Bender
: Eat my shorts.
Principal Vernon: What was that?
Bender: Eat… My… Shorts.
Vernon: You just bought yourself another Saturday [detention].
Bender: Ooh, I’m crushed.
Vernon: You just bought one more.
Bender: Well I’m free the Saturday after that. Beyond that, I’m going to have to check my calendar.
Vernon: Good, cause it’s going to be filled. We’ll keep going. You want another one? Just say the word say it. Instead of going to prison you’ll come here. Are you through?
Bender: No.
Vernon: I’m doing society a favor.
Bender: So?
Vernon: That’s another one right now! I’ve got you for the rest of your natural born life if you don’t watch your step. You want another one?
Bender: Yes.
Vernon: You got it! You got another one right there! That’s another one pal!
. . .
Vernon: You through?
Bender: Not even close bud!
Vernon: Good! You got one more right there!
Bender: You really think I give a shit?
Vernon: Another! You through?
Bender: How many is that?

Youth scorns the wisdom of age, age forgets the urgency of youth. Vernon is an asshole but he is doing his job. Bender got a raw deal but he’s fighting the wrong war. The above scene dramatically foreshadows the recent debate between Vox Day and Andrew Anglim — their roles in this asymmetrical clash, if abstracting away the particular qualities of each man, is best appreciated as a conflict between Realist and Romantic souls.

My catholic (lower-case) impulses insist on a balance of both because Romanticism tends to bring short-term loss and long-term gain, while Realism tends to the opposite effect. Back to the guest-post at Vox Popoli. It concludes with:

But while it may feel good for hopeless young men to meme out images of Schutzstaffel Pepes gassing hooknose rabbis, at the end of the day it’s just reactionary child’s play that produces nothing and leads to nothing – nothing for the young men themselves, and nothing for the Western civilization which needs to be not only defended, but first rediscovered by generations of miseducated young men that have been denied their birthright and their spiritual home.

It’s a good post but its final phrase “spiritual home” raises a question: what does it mean?

Fatigue kicks in when writing an ambitious article. A writer’s exhaustion can even be inferred in professionally edited books written by Nobel Prize-winning authors. For example, Czesław Miłosz’s 1959 memoir Native Realm, which I’ve reflected on and which is the most mind-expanding book I’ve (re)read in years, winds down with what struck me as a satisfying conclusion to a great literary work, but also one whose very final word rang false:

Through defeats and disasters, humanity searches for the elixir of youth; that is, of life made into thought, the ardor that upholds belief in the wider usefulness of our individual effort, even if it apparently changes nothing in the iron working of the world. It may be that we Eastern Europeans have been given the lead in this search. By choosing, we had to give up some values for the sake of others, which is the essence of tragedy. Yet only such an experience can whet our understanding, so that we see an old truth in a new light: when ambition counsels us to lift ourselves above simple moral rules guarded by the poor in spirit, rather than to choose them as our compass needle amid the uncertainties of change, we stifle the only thing that can redeem our follies and mistakes: love.

Native Realm is a brilliant autobiography, yet I reckon the author, exhausted as he penned the book’s final paragraph, slid into home plate with a rote appeal to Platonic love. As with “love,” so it is with appeals to evocations to thing “spiritual.” One example of where I stumbled over that latter word: I sought to describe the late Lawrence Auster’s contribution, ultimately settling on this sentence:

A modern-day monk, Auster wrestled his whole life with the metaphysical questions of our era.

But in an earlier draft, I wrote “spiritual questions of our era” and the invisible editor objected: “What are you trying to say with that adjective? You’re lazy.” He was right. The hackneyed “spiritual” flashes an image of affected piety. That’s not what I wanted to convey about Auster’s writing. Like “love,” “spiritual” doesn’t mean anything to me if there isn’t a dialectical build-up to justify the use of such a heavy word. So I changed that to “metaphysical,” and the passage finally communicated something meaningful about his labors.

Love and spiritual home are real things. But what and where are those things?


PA, whom is your article intended to address? Boomer men, like me, who are already reading your blog regularly? Is your objective to incite yet more hatred among younger White men who already hate Boomers? Do articles like yours, which seem to be increasing in popularity in WN circles, serve to awaken and unify Whites?

It’s intended to address anyone who wants to read it. That’s not a glib reply, it’s my attitude toward blogging. By the aggregate reader data available to me, 80% of this blog’s visitors are in the United States and by my hunch, readership overlaps with that of the blogs listed on my sidebar. In other words, a broad age-range of mostly Alt-Right aligned Whites worldwide.

It is not my intention to incite hatred toward anyone who is one of us. My parents are Boomers (technically late Silents, born during WWII and raised in a different country but as I discovered, these generational “horoscopes” know no borders). They are good people who raised me well, both are highly intelligent and have been anti-Communist all their lives. Upon arriving in the U.S., they recognized American liberalism as an extension of the same Communism they had left behind, except more insidious and more mind-enslaving.

One of my early-teenage educational moments was during the 1984 election campaign. I parroted something I must have heard at school: “Mondale is for the people and Reagan is for big business.” My dad told me that to decide whom to support in politics, you have to write out an honest list of each side’s pluses and minuses. We did that together, and from then on I understood the Democrats to be the party of centralized bureaucracy (socialism) and Republicans, prior to the neocon infiltration, as an imperfect champion of decentralization (liberty). We had Ronald Reagan’s portrait hanging in the kitchen of our first home in America. My parents supported Donald Trump from the moment he declared his candidacy.

Yet every generation has its faults. Highly-educated, faithful Roman Catholic, upper-middle-class Polish emigrants are not immune to adopting their host-country’s quirks. If there is one way to nail the Baby Boomers down as a generation, I’d put it as follows: they believe that the world begins and ends with them.

No GenX’er or Millennial in this universe will cry “Stop saying that about us!” when criticized on their collective shortcomings. Yet every Boomer-thread at Vox Popoli generates squeals of “NABALT” on behalf of an entire cohort. You can see how that invites scorn.

That characterization above, “Boomers believe that the world begins and ends with them,” applies to selfish retirees who don’t give one squirt of piss about their grandchildren. That’s a common accusation made by the younger generations; for starters, see the comments under the above-linked post. It also applies to Boomers who have sacrificed a lot for their kids and are loving, devoted grandparents. Boomers’ virtues (they are sociable and civic-minded, for one) as well as their aggregate faults, are a function of their inability or unwillingness to understand that the conditions of life today are not the same ones that they had inherited.

This isn’t an incitement to hatred. It’s a criticism. When I point out someone’s error, it’s up to him to consider the validity of my judgment and if deemed valid, to correct his behavior.

The Secular Horoscope

I am left to wonder whether Boomers have some irreparable genetic or character flaw that no other generation of White men has.

Rhetorical, I know, but there is something unique about every generation. In his autobiography’s opening chapter, Arthur Koestler mused about the “secular horoscope,” meaning that the era of one’s birth determines a person’s life-trajectory and fundamental worldview. Let’s see how each generation’s accident of birth has shaped them.

Baby Boomers

Boomers were imprinted with an optimism that never faded, in spite how much the world has changed since their youthful years. Their psychological substrate is a bright, sunny summer day in 1962. They always lived, and they will die, in that one year. In their eyes, the rest of us fall short of their esteem due to our failure to capitalize on the social and material cornucopia that they had been born into.

I can judge your generation as a whole. My judgment is that — as a whole — you are a selfish people who don’t give a damn about your posterity. But I can’t judge you as an individual Boomer man because I don’t know you. That’s your children’s and grandchildren’s prerogative. If you’re doing allright by them, you’re OK. Greginaurora commented about his Greatest Generation grandparents: 

I remember my grandparents. I spent a weekend with them once a month. Their house was small but their hearts were big. My own children wouldn’t understand that. Grandparents who helped raise them?

If “big heart” is something your grandkids will also one day say about you, then you have no reason to be upset with what I wrote because my critique of your generation does not apply to you personally in the one area over which you have full control: your own conduct.

The Baby Boomer generation in a snapshot:


Generation X

For us GenX’ers, it’s always about the lost paradise of 1985. For me, that year conjures up community parties in my White working-class neighborhood. Good-natured men organizing youth kickball games and lawn-cutting co-ops. When people dream about peace, that’s what they imagine. We saw it for a moment and it was gone.

As we reached legal drinking age, U.S. federal government murdered Vicki and Sammy Weaver and then incinerated 22 kids at Waco. Only one man did something about it. We are a failed generation, robbed of its future, and this is why we belatedly created the Alt-Right, and also the reason why we are better parents than our own parents were. We saw evil, we flinched, we never forgave ourselves for that.



For this kiked-out generation, it’s always 9/11/2001 and submission to the police-state that the shock-and-awe ushered in. They were kicked in the teeth by the anti-White system, brainwashed in school, and cut down to sub-equality with weaponized niggers and race-replacement immigrants. While Boomers cashed-in and GenX froze up, Millennials embraced Stockholm Syndrome.


UPDATE – Ikacer adds in the comments:

I’d say that Millennials are the generation of escapism. Stockholm Syndrome is just a subset of that. Our generation was presented with a world that was entirely a lie (and was apparent to us as such), but with no alternative leading to the truth. So as a generation we avoided reality. Many did this by embracing the lie, such as the Stockholm Syndrome group you mentioned. Others escaped into video gaming. Others obsessed over their childhood such as Harry Potter, and many live with their parents.

The strength of conviction of the Millennial progs is not because they truly believe, but is born of their desperate fear of reality. For Millennials, reality is too terrible to face.

Generation Zyklon

Face the sun, young blood. As I concluded in Shots of Wisdom, Part 7:

The Will To Live. Like trees that adjust their angle of growth to stay upright when soil underneath them shifts, so do we create homogeneous micro-habitats in own own lives. Sometimes I am in awe of ordinary people’s effortless securing of clean space, no matter the vector of the new assault. With open eyes you see it everywhere and the wellsprings of life therein. “Children should always be better-off than their parents,” hiss the blind through their perfect fake teeth. Yeah, but what if the very existence of those who follow is a victory dance in its own right?

This longest night is our trial. Some lose their minds and throw themselves into the abyss. Others trust the invisible laws that guide us toward the sun, with or without the forebrain’s consent. It’s not morning yet, whispers the boy who woke up from a nightmare.

For this generation’s sake, no Boomer, Xer, or Millennial should allow himself to become a burden and a drain on resources. In famines, old people voluntarily starve so that toddlers may eat. If you get old and sick, take pain killers. If you are diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, act fast while you still have your faculties… suicide is punished by an eternity in Hell, so rather than offing yourself, go out into the wilderness and when past the point-of-no-return, pray.

With the duality of good and evil, one has an amplifying effect on the other. Goodness and purity catch the merchant’s eye. Evil and corruption set off a holy war to right the wrongs. Today the best among us become better men and women. God’s gifts shouldn’t be taken for granted — that’s the multi-generational lesson we are being taught.

GenZ will be a generation of fighters. Our job is to help fix the world they inherited where we can, to support pro-White statesmen like Orbán and Trump, and to help our activists or at least get out of their way. The White kids and teenagers everywhere are who we live and die for.


An Ingrate’s Letter To His Boomer Parents

Hi Mom and Dad,

Yes, I did see your vacation pics from Italy, you look great. I clicked Like on a couple of them. Glad that you’re healthy and doing well. Something I wanted to ask you though.

Your grandson Robert, he’s a smart and good-looking boy. You won’t believe how tall he’s gotten! It’s been a while, with you in Florida but you should see him at hockey. He was a bit shy last time you saw him, but he’s fearless on ice. And Emma is starting to walk! Did you see the photos I emailed you?

I’m sorry, but we won’t be able to fly down this fall. Trying to keep ends together on the financial front. Maybe you could come visit us. I know it’s a little cramped here, hope you feel more comfortable next time.

So I’ll get back to my question. And this will make me sound like an ingrate. Here goes. Instead of spending what I estimate to have been $7,000 on your trip to Europe, has a thought crossed your mind to help us a little?

Yes, it’s been easier since we paid off Jennifer’s student loan. We’re now working on mine. But it would be great if our kids, your grandson and granddaughter, could live differently. You sold your house for a fortune. We’re underwater.

And I am doing well compared to others. You remember Brian from college, he’s still working as a waiter. I have a good job, but I have not seen a raise in five years. Robbie’s school costs us thousands of dollars. Hockey is expensive. Soccer would be more affordable, but that’s been taken over by Latinos. After bills, food, and my student loan, there is nothing left. We’re looking at home-schooling once Emma is of that age, which means that Jen will have to quit her job. At least we’ll break even on daycare.

But you know what makes it all so difficult? It’s the lack of any light at the end of this fucking tunnel (sorry about my language). Trump won, yet I can’t even go to a goddamned park without seeing Muslim families there. I’m not trying to be xenophobic, but I’ve never seen a single head-scarved woman around here until last year, and now they pop up everywhere.

Then I log off my email and see the news aggregator headlines. Every single one tells me “Die already, white people.” I don’t care if they say that to me, but it becomes personal when they direct it at Robbie and Emma. I know you don’t like racism. But your grandchildren don’t have a country. They don’t even have a home, properly understood. Everything feels so impermanent. I’ve started reading these blogs and sometimes I think I should … never mind.

You were always on my case about responsibility. Please believe me, I gave it my best shot time after time. And your lectures about my lack of trying, I always felt that they kind of missed the point because I’ve never been a quitter.

Sorry about my tone. Jen’s asleep and I’m buzzing a little. It’s been rough lately.




Image credit: Shutterstock

“Morbid” – A Word To Hit The Left With

Commenter Hawk at Château Heartiste proposes:

I would suggest using medical terms to pathologize the anti-caucasian Leftist totalitarian dyscivilizationists in the same manner as they seek to do to the Right. How about the word “malignant” as a weapon?

He offers a few examples, and I add:

“Morbid” is another good one, as in “morbid altruism.”

(I used “morbid tolerance” several months ago here.)

Good comments follow, then Plumpjack delivers the coup de grâce:

I’m thinking the left’s slavish obedience to their puppetmasters is potential soft target. they pride themselves on being there freethinkers, yet here they are, trusting the soothsayers that tell them to “lay down and allow yourselves to be slaughtered! it’s the strong thing to do!”

morbidly obedient.

“Warszawskie Dzieci”

This post is about nationalism (which in contemporary context is synonymous with patriotism: love of family and belief in a future), as well as a look at the 1944 marching song “Warsaw’s Children” and Laibach’s creative reinterpretation of the original. If you recall the post titled Zero Hour a month ago, it marked the August 1, 1944 outbreak of the Warsaw Uprising. The campaign lasted 63 days and Warsaw fell on October 2, 1944.

In a time when national monuments in America and Sweden are torn down, the sight of healthy people openly honoring their heroes, freely in their own public space and in a peaceful relationship with the state, is aspirational.

“Taking migrants would do more damage to Poland than European Union’s sanctions… Remember that the now very numerous Muslim communities (in Western European countries) started out as relatively small numbers.”
— Mariusz Błaszczak, Poland’s Interior Minister, May 2017

I think that people in Poland, Hungary, Czech Republic, and Slovakia know that any compromise with liberalism leads to death. Western people in their deluged countries look at the Visegrad Four as the first victors in the long war against globalists.

My translated lyrics to “Warsaw’s Children” are at the end of the post. Here is the original marching song, performed last year on the anniversary of Zero Hour:

The avant-garde Slovenian band Laibach recently created their own interpretation of “Warszawskie Dzieci.” At turns, they sing fragments of the original in Polish and weave in a spoken English translation of a popular prewar song “Heart in a Knapsack” (Serce w plecaku). The video below was made by Poland’s National Centre for Culture.

There are original forms and derivative tributes. The former are often simple, self-contained, and perfect. A creative tribute drinks the waters of the original. Classic forms inspire mannerist interpretations, and as such the cover-form offers tantalizing possibilities that can succeed spectacularly, revealing the compressed wealth of the simple original. At other times, the creative tribute misses the point or runs away with the artist’s ego, and fails.

Does Laibach’s cover of the original song work for you? Frankly, it blew my mind:


Warszawskie Dzieci

No disaster can break free men
No bloody hardship frightens the bold
We’ll go together toward victory
Our people arm-in-arm.

(Refrain x2, after every verse)
Warsaw’s children, we go to fight
For your every cobblestone we give our blood
Warsaw children, we will go to fight
On your order we’ll bring wrath to the enemy!

Powiśle, Wola and Mokotów [districts]
On every street, in every house
When the first shot is fired, be ready
Like the golden thunderbolt in God’s hand.

Built with hammer, saw, chisel, trowel
Our capital city, proud of her sons
Who stand with her faithfully 
To guard her iron laws.

Glory to the fallen, freedom to the living
May Heavens hear our song 
We believe that righteous Almighty
Will repay for the blood that’s spilled.

Pro-White Highway Banners


These highway banners are more effective than most people realize. You’re driving along, head empty, and this hits you. It really sinks in. Mass protests don’t have the same long-term cognitive impact imo. It’s a good thing the Right is comfortable with this message medium. — @Heartiste on

This post is theoretical musing, I don’t know anything about activism. Heartiste makes a great point about the impact of an unexpected banner on a driver in a receptive frame of mind. If someone were to hang such a banner off a highway overpass, what would he think about? Brainstorming a few considerations:

Safety. Do not endanger any drivers. If not 100% sure that the banner is safe, it shouldn’t be done. It is important that the sign won’t tear off and drop onto the road below, or slip out of one’s hands while attaching it. It’s safer to hang it over the grassy median, not the travel lanes.

Law. I’m no legal eagle. Authorities can spin an objectively harmless act into a felony. The politics of the municipality, or the governor if an Interstate highway is in play, determine the risk. A Blue city in a Blue state means a more zealous investigation and willingness to throw the book. A solid Trump county in a Red state is a better bet.

Audience. To have commuters to see the sign, picking a mid-week morning makes sense. If it’s families, one would time it with holiday weekend traffic.

Materials. Banners can be made of cheap, easily obtained materials such as white linen. The lettering can be done with freehand brush stokes or stenciled. It would be important to tie the banner securely to the overpass railing so it stays unfolded and doesn’t slip or tear off in wet weather on when tugged by the wind. Does it get tied only along the top, or also along the bottom? The banner can also be professionally made in a print shop, with reliable tie-downs and proper stiffness if the cost and the paper-trail are not a problem.

Language. The lettering should be clear and readable from the distance at one glance. The message should be simple. Hateful text, nah-zee optics, or stale phrases like “White Power” = being ADL’s dancing monkey. Rather, here are examples of thought-provoking pro-White protest slogans:

  • You Will Not Replace Us. Stop Immigration Now!
  • Immigration + Integration = White Genocide
  • Stop White Genocide
  • White GeNOcide
  • Whites Have the Right To Exist
  • Diversity = No Future For White Children
  • Anti-Racist Is A Code Word For Anti-White
  • 14 WORDS. Look It Up
  • “Diversity” Means Chasing Down The Last White Person
  • Imagine… White Children Having A Future

UPDATE: See additional ideas in the comments, especially notable contribution by Suburban_elk: “Enough Diversity Already — What about the White Kids?”

Execution. Nine parts planning, one part action. The area may or may not be under video surveillance. Do’s: knowing the lay of the land, leaving the cell phone at home, hanging the sign just before sunrise. Don’ts: parking nearby.


I’ve never posted a highway banner, so I am not telling any readers to do that. We are living in interesting times and people across the political spectrum know that making one’s voice heard (or in this case, seen) is part of a noble tradition of non-violent civil disobedience.

For example, under the czars and then under Soviet rule, Lithuanians desired to preserve their nation and culture, and to that end they defied the ruling narrative by erecting crosses in a field outside of Siauliai to honor their fallen heroes.