The Battle Flag

cgb1I don’t know anything about the folks who run that place, except this: we’re on the same side.

This is a great time to walk up to people and shake their hands, tell them “love the flag, sir.” Give them your business, recommend them to others. Flags and colors signal allegiance. We talk about networking in real life, and it begins with a friendly approach.

“Any time I see an American flag or a Trump sign, I know I have a friend in that house.” — Lara

Trump Voters as Seen by the Other Side

As quoted by a commenter at Lion of the Blogosphere, this is what one career anti-White wrote before the election:

Here’s a Facebook post from Mr. [Tim] Wise from October 2nd:

Trump supporters are easily break-down-able into the following categories:

1. Blatant racists and white nationalists who have overwhelmingly pledged their fealty to him;

2. Conspiracy minded lunatics who have overdosed on Alex Jones videos and think Infowars is a legit news site rather than a place for mentally imbalanced people to meet;

3. People who are legitimately hurting and legitimately detest neoliberalism but somehow believe a rich guy is the one who will deliver them from that…mostly because they’re racists and thus never supported Bernie Sanders, who said all the same things about neoliberalism but wasn’t a bigot;

4. Pathetic Republicans who support the brand more than human decency and will vote for and flak for any Republican, no matter how objectionable, just because of the R next to their name…

And no matter which of these one falls into…they all deserve to be politically destroyed…immediately and forever….

There is more in Wise’s comment under that link. Blogger LOTB notes:

Minus the sarcasm and the hatred for the people in the categories, he correctly identified some categories of Trump supporter.

Let’s go with that. Here are Wise’s four points, minus the lurid prose. Do they in fact describe one of Donald Trump’s supporters — me?

1. Racists and White Nationalists

Yes. From the moment a newborn learns the difference between “me” and “others,” the boundaries of his self become fundamental to his existence as sentient being with a personal as well as a social identity. Racism is a human right. People who are insulated from ways in which diversity bring its joys are afforded serenity about the sordid business of race. Others have their faces rubbed in it daily. And yes, I am a White Nationalist because I believe that we must secure the existence of our people and a future for White children. After all, Tim Wise has been reminding us, over and over, that their future is in jeopardy.

2. Conspiracy Theorists

Yes. Vigilance is a civic duty. You have to be five years old to deny that very powerful people conspire to do bad things and that national institutions cover for them with false narratives that are accepted by the public.

3a. Detesting Neoliberalism

Yes. Neoliberalism is a satanic project. If religious language doesn’t move you, then you can also call it a project whose principals are stripping mankind of things that elevate us above animals — identity, aspiration, transcendence — to reduce us to bestial consumers.

As to suffering under Neoliberalism: if you aren’t, you’re blind. It’s not just their animus for the White working class; that’s just them going for the gut rather than the head to kill the body. So no matter how well-off you are… think about that man in upstate New York who gave up on looking for a job five years ago and whose daughter is a meth addict — and don’t be smug. He’s our brother and you are next.

It never had to be that way.

3b. Trump As Savior

Donald Trump is someone we trust to deliver a mortal blow to Neoliberalism. So far … expectations spectacularly exceeded.

4. Support for the Republican Brand

No. We have long made it clear that we are at odds with the Republican Party and its invite-the-world, invade-the-world neocon obscenity. Some of us broke with the GOP in 1996 over Bob Dole’s “the exists are clearly marked” speech. I left the Republican Party when John McCain was nominated in 2008 and I came back when The God Emperor stepped up to smite the cucks.

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I recently pointed out that you can look at any news aggregator page and see an inflammatory headline about European nations that assert their right to exist. Near the top of Yahoo’s main page yesterday morning:

A Hungarian village declared ‘war’ on Muslim immigration. Few Objected. The Hungarian village of Asotthalom has only two Muslim residents, but that hasn’t stopped its mayor from declaring war on… [Washington Post]

They’re not saying that Hungarians are bayonetting Belgian babies… yet. That list of headlines was topped with:

Pennsylvania college group wants pins to start conversation on ‘white privilege’ A political group at a Pennsylvania liberal arts college launched a project to raise awareness about what it means to live with… [Fox News]

Here you’ll find Tim Wise’s infamous “Tick-Tock” post from 2010, in which he wrote the following before deleting it:

We just have to be patient.

And wait for your hearts to stop beating.

And stop they will.

And for some of you, real damned soon truth be told.

Do you hear it?

Their hate for us is orgasmic because we’re smarter than they are. That’s why they cannot be allowed to return to power. If that means doing away with the pretense of constitutional republic, then so be it. Otherwise they will make damned sure they finish the job they began in earnest under George H.W. Bush.

They danced on our graves too soon.

The Tragedy of Compromise

A nation can be snuffed out though violence or miscegenation, but only if the genocide is complete or they might come back stronger. But can a nation survive a utopia? Huxley pondered the end of history and to my recollection, he did not account for a fissile ruling class or the material goods losing their flavor.

But in the real world, the hard edge of globalism is bruising us hard. Unless you consider the mud invasion utopian. Below is my translation of a poem about the folly of a nobleman who tired to work with the system. That’s a difficult thing to do when the system is implacable and the grievances of your constituents are absolute.

If the war gets hot, what do we fight for? For nothing less than total victory. What is total victory? Securing what’s ours. Reach for more and you are courting downfall. The meek shall…

Aleksander Wielopolski (1803 – 1877) ran Poland’s civil administration within the Russian Empire and to forestall the bloodshed that would result from the growing independence movement, he ordered a conscription of Polish nationalists into twenty-year enlistments in the Tsar’s army. That decision sparked the January 1863 Uprising, the very outcome Wielopolski wanted to avoid.

The original poem is in the YouTube video below under “Show More.” It is written in trochaic meter with an ABAB rhyme scheme.

Margrave Wielopolski

Through Saxon Square, Circassian hundreds gallop
And by the palace, a hundred campfires burn
How do you do it, Your Excellency
That you’re despised on every side?

Lord Margrave, you do not think on command
So with the Tsar you’re already suspect —
Neither Petersburg nor Moscow will trust
A Pole who has his own plans

Lord Margrave still walks the tightrope
It’s dangerous to walk so high
After all, disaster won’t spare him
Because bad luck has he, who is born here
Your contempt, no one will forgive
We’re superstitious, fervent and teary
And you’re proud, you won’t deign wallow
In the national borscht with us
Why bother splashing logic in our faces?
We did not read Hegel, sire
For us it’s Chopin, peas and cabbage
And from time to time an uprising

Lord Margrave still walks the tightrope
Abyss on the left and abyss on the right
If he avoids death by a countryman’s hand
Then he’ll leave office in disgrace
All that work, Lord Margrave, and for nothing
In vain, the forced conscription
Things will be as they must — business as usual
Battles without weapons, backbreak and welts
Lord Margrave, you won’t change a nation
Here, good sense is rarely used
And the one thing we can do truly well
Is to lose most beautifully in the world

Lord Margrave still walks the tightrope
Though awkwardly and with a wild boar’s posture
And when he falls, he’ll gain only
A traitor’s shame instead of a monument
That you fell, that’s normal Polish fate
In the end, everyone falls off that rope
Only why did you forget, Wielopolski,
That the fall must look good?

– Jerzy Czech (c. 1981)

The Gambit Of Welcoming European Refugees

Prime Minister Viktor Orbán said that Hungary will welcome European refugees:

Of course, we shall let in true refugees: Germans, Dutch, French and Italians, terrified politicians and journalists who here in Hungary want to find the Europe they have lost in their homelands.

That comment was an aside in a speech he delivered yesterday, in which he defined the five major threats his country must defend itself against in 2017. Orbán’s statement is a brilliant gambit. Here is why: Eastern European countries are being attacked by the EU as undemocratic. What they are really attacked for is being anti-globalist. As the chairman of Poland’s governing party noted in 2015:

To say that democracy in Poland is in peril is ridiculous, to put it mildly. If anyone in Europe should be concerned for their freedom, it is the citizens in the West. If there is any place where political correctness and criminal law prohibit speech, it is not in Poland.

In that context, Orbán reframes the accusations by shining the light on the tyranny of multiculturalism. Images of Western European families or prominent public figures finding asylum in Hungary, and many more seeking to follow them, would be powerful symbolism and another repudiation of the EU project. It would do for nationalism what Soviet defectors did for America’s vaunted freedom during the Cold War. His statement is also a gesture of solidarity with Western European dissidents.

But it is also a gambit because mass movements of people are at the heart of our crisis. Hungary is a small country, about the size of Maine. History teaches its lessons about the tendency of refugees, even when in modest numbers, of taking over their host country. Example: Yanks have made North Carolina a swing state. Aesop had a fable about a bitch and her whelps: one dog gives another shelter in her kennel, only to be driven out by the guest’s pups when they grew up.

Western Europeans who’d move east would be more likely to be Protestant, of completely different customs and temperaments than their hosts, instinctively liberal, more disposed toward political activism, as well as in possession of connections and resources that would help them turn Hungarians into a townie underclass in their own country.

I made an argument that Eastern Europe cannot accommodate a mass influx of Westerners here.

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The article I linked at the top of the post is worth reading. Just one excerpt:

According to Mr. Orbán, it will also be necessary to take up arms against increasingly strong activists from international organisations, and against covert foreign attempts to exert influence. This is the work of paid activists from international organisations and their offices in Hungary: “Here there are large predators swimming in the water, and this is the transnational empire of George Soros”. Despite the will of the people declared last autumn in Hungary’s quota referendum, the international financier’s organisations “are working to bring hundreds of thousands of migrants into Europe”, he said.

There is a lot more. When this is all over, Viktor Orbán will be recognized as the savior of Europe.

Cultural Memory

28Sherman regularly posts WWI images on his blog. Some of them connect us with the soldier in the image, other photos show strange inventions as each side was rushing to adapt to the changing technology of the battlefield. I think his aim is to reconnect us with the continuity of our civilization. I came across a good maxim the other day: “In Europe 100 miles is far. In America 100 years is old.”

A cultural amnesia is reinforced by the cacophony of electronic stimuli and shades of mud. Westerners are drowning in sewage and have no idea what to say besides “White people have no culture.” For someone under thirty in the United States, watching a YouTube video with 1980s TV commercials can be dislocating. “Wow, everybody is White and the girls are … how do you say… I’ve never seen this before… is ‘nice’ the word I’m looking for?”

I don’t know much about Dresden beside what I read in Vonnegut’s novel. What do young Germans know about it? Do they even know that something existed before all the bitchy women, the Turks and now the full terror of race-replacement? The teenagers who died in the firebombings… did they ever exist? do they have anything to tell us?

It’s a similar idea with my Warsaw snapshots in the previous post. My blog’s tagline is also an appeal to cultural memory. How can you live any other way when all you know is the way you live now? To somebody who is Eastern European, Communist propaganda reels from the 1940s might connect him with his grandparents’ stories about rabid Party apparatchiks and their unchecked power to ruin lives at every level of society, the blood-curdling 3:00 AM secret police knocks on the door, the mass imprisonments — and the Happy Face of socio-realist art plastered over all of it. But there were also ruins that had to be rebuilt, and they were. The workers were the heroes, whatever they thought about those staged Bricklaying Competitions.

A Westerner will look at scenes from Warsaw as exotic in their particulars but familiar in terms of his undefined hunger. Whether it’s the idyllic video of a stroll of a through 1990s Warsaw I linked to there, or the bricklayers in 1947 “A Warsaw Day,” he will see a public space that belongs to its rightful people. No war, no tension, no ceding of ground, no foreign faces, no ugly languages, no dissonance, no withdrawal from life. Having seen the past, he’ll find clarity about fighting for peace and his future.

Songs About Warsaw

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Image source: Youtube

The songs I picked span the post-war decades and the videos give you a feel for the city of its respective decade. I translated selected verse lyrics, not the entire songs.

Though 82 years old now, Irena Santor is doing well and still occasionally performs. There is a whimsical other-worldliness in her voice, most so in her 1960s/70s heyday. The title of her early-1990s song Chodź na kawę Warszawo (“Come join me for coffee, Warsaw”) is grammatically constructed as one girlfriend addressing another. There is double entendre in the lyrics, with the capitalized adjectives also being names of Warsaw streets:

Your face is your streets
You wake up Cold like ice
Wolfish and Wild, and Dark like a Tear
I look and sense pain
But as a woman, you’re Fickle
You’re Kind when you want to be
Simple and Beautiful
Honey-filled to the brim
You’re as Bright as the bells of Jasna Street

Lady Pank (pron. like “Lady Punk” in English) is an eighties band. Unlike the bright pop culture of American eighties, Poland’s pop culture from that decade reflected a gloomy political reality. That aesthetic is prominent in Krzyztof Kieslowski’s “Decalogue.” Nineties-era song Stacja Warszawa (“Warsaw Station”) is about the alienation of people who came to the city for work during its post-Communist construction boom.

The faces on the metro are alien
So why bother knowing anyone
All of this is too expensive
Best to keep going and then sleep
Everything would be different
If you were here, I know

The band T.Love’s uptempo Warszawa lovingly catalogs the cold mornings and the scattered empty bottles. There is a sub-genre of poetry, notably William Shakespeare’s sonnet “My Mistresses Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun,” that lists the flaws of one’s beloved as testament to the speaker’s fondness for something that’s imperfect, but is his. As pop songs go, this one does something similar:

When I look into your eyes, as tired as mine
I love this city, so tired like me
Where Hitler and Stalin did what they did
Where springtime breathes in the exhaust

Krakowskie Przedmieście is sun-drenched
Whirling like mist, you come from the gate
And I’m hungry, so hungry
My love, feed me with dreams
The trees and the shrubs bloom
In leafy Żoliborz, fucking Żoliborz
Completely drunk on the river’s waters
I want to scream, I want to roar, I want to sing

Mieczysław Fogg’s career spanned from his first professional performance as an adult in 1928 until his death in 1990. His style recalls the 1930s aesthetic of a lost culture, not the least his aristocratic Kresy accent. Piosenka o mojej Warszawie (“A Song about my Warsaw”), recorded shortly after World War II, shows film footage of pre-war days. The song’s first two verses compare the speaker’s antebellum strolls through the city to the joy of young love. Clouds then gather in the third and final verse:

I know that you’re not yourself today
That you survived bloody days
That despair and pain crush you
That I have to cry with you
But such, as you live in my memory
I’ll restore with my blood
And believe me, Warsaw, beside my song and tears
I am ready to give you my life.

With its simple didactic lyrics and cheerful melody, the song “Warszawski dzień (“A Warsaw Day”) is an example of socio-realist art that was mandatory during the 1945 – 1954 Stalinist era. Warsaw was almost completely razed after the 1944 general uprising, including its historic Old Town and the King Sigismund column at the top of this post, and it had a quarter of its civilian population murdered. Seeing color footage of the city being rebuilt in this vintage Communist propaganda reel can bring a tear to your eye:

The streets were dark, the night was black.
A flame of hope lit the undergrounds,
Then it resurrected, and it awakened
The light over the ruins is once more in force.

Over the Vistula River, a new day dawns
It speeds with the trams, this Warsaw day!
Back to the schools
Back to the offices
Rushes to construction scaffoldings, this Warsaw day!

Here is English composer Richard Addinsell’s “Warsaw Concerto,” written in 1941. The quiet piano solos in this piece recall Frederic Chopin’s Nocturnes:

Quick Thoughts About The Game

Not tired of winning yet!

Donald Trump thinks Big. The conventional wisdom among nationalists had tended to be reactive. It was retreat-based and presumed concessions of land. The siege mentality was understandable but the end of that road would have us shrink back to a zip code in Wyoming.

Trump could have made a noble-loser third party run but instead chose to be the noble winner and take the GOP back from the cucks and neocons. He made the party ours again. Similarly, one can write off the NFL but… why should we be the ones to run away? Instead, the NFL commissioner was the one rushing away from the mic under the sound of the crowd’s booing.

Like parks and libraries, the NFL is public space. We built it, why should we concede it?

Patriots’ victory is symbolic on many levels.

One of the more memorable comments here was Suburban_elk describing last year’s Beyonce show as the victory strut of a big, ugly vagina. Lady Gaga’s performance, in contrast, was toned down contrary to expectations.

Many of the commercials were peak-neoliberalism. This was literally one year since I’ve seen a television program. Are ALL commercials today so over-the-top in negro-worship?

As to the commercials in general, most were created months ago and with an expectation that they’d air under a Hillary presidency. Anyone else get the anachronism vibe with the leftie messages?

Symbolism is important. Games are like stories, people are drawn to them. You have to appreciate the parallel between last night’s comeback and the “all is lost” doom of summer ’15 followed by the God Emperor’s ascent.