A Short Post About Killing

Here are two literary references to the taking of human life.

The first one is from Henryk Sienkiewicz, recipient of the 1905 Nobel Prize in Literature. I read his popular adventure novel for boys titled “In the Desert and the Wilderness” (orig. “W pustyni i w puszczy”) when I was in second grade. It is a story about two children of British empire’s civil engineers in Egypt, a fourteen-year-old boy Stan and a younger girl Nell, who are abducted by Arab rebels and transported to Sudan as hostages.

While traveling through the Sahara, Stan gets a hold of a rifle and kills his captors. After a series of adventures in Africa in their quest to reach British soldiers or explorers in Kenya, he and Nell are rescued and reunited with their families. In telling his story to his father, Stan gets to the part where he killed the men and looks at him apprehensively. His father says, as translated by me:

“Listen, Stan, don’t deal in death lightly, but if someone threatens your homeland, the life of your mother, sister or the life of a woman placed in your care, put a bullet in his head with no questions asked and don’t burden yourself with any remorse.”

The second fictional account of killing — two killings, to be precise — is from Krzysztof Kieślowski’s one-hour film “Decalogue 5.” The eleven-minute clip below shows both homicides, each in graphic detail: the brutal murder of a taxi driver that starts at the beginning of this video and the killer’s resulting execution by hanging, which starts at 5:45.

The anguished-looking man in the execution scene is the convict’s lawyer, a young idealist who is very emotionally involved in the case and at one point (not shown in this video) is reprimanded for being too delicate for his job.

In my past conversations about the film — in which the taxi driver is rarely mentioned — sophisticated liberals have pointed to “Decalogue 5” as an impassioned case against capital punishment. As far as I know, Kieślowski himself was against it. But an artist’s conscious mind and what he transmits through his art can be two different things.

When I watch the execution scene, I feel sincerely sorry for the kid but I am also satisfied that the punishment redeems his humanity and ours.


Idle Thoughts on Popular Songs

Here are some stream-of-consciousness thoughts on various familiar pop songs. The “Annie’s Song” moment described below was as weird as it was sublime.

“Annie’s Song” by John Denver – It was a bright early spring day in Georgetown, Washington DC. I was walking toward the boathouse under the Key Bridge and a driver of a parked convertible car was playing the song very loudly, crystal clear from good speakers. Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music:—Do I wake or sleep?

“Black” by Pearl Jam – The long outro beginning with Eddie Vedder’s growling vocals “why, why, whyyyy!” is the anguished howl of our dispossessed generation.

“Coward of the County” by Kenny Rogers – It’s not initially obvious, but the lyrics make it pretty clear that Tommy shoots and kills the Gatlin boys in the bar.

“Don’t Close Your Eyes” by Kix – From the hairband genre, the anti-suicide power ballad was popular circa 1988. A young man back then called the local rock radio station, saying that he is preparing to kill himself. The DJ talked with him, playing this song over and over until he talked him out of doing it.

“For Cryin’ Out Loud” by Meatloaf – There is a verse in which the speaker lists the good things that his woman had done for him. The line “For giving me a child / When my body is old” represents a rarely expressed theme in rock ballads, the creation of life.

“Love Bites” by Def Leppard – The melody is of the purest expressions of a teenage boy’s all-devouring longing for that one pretty face. I have nice memories that go with the song. A friend still can’t stand hearing it, a survivor of an unusually cruel object of his oneitis.

“November Rain” by Guns N Roses – One of the most reassuring lines in all of rock: “Nothing lasts forever / Even cold November rain.”

“Ol’ 55” by Tom Waits – The original 1973 Tom Waits version is bare-bones, raw, calm. The Eagles cover from the same year features a clear, melodious interpretation by Glen Fry, with Don Henley providing throatier vocals. Sarah McLachlan’s early 1990s cover is a dreamy, tired interpretation and it was my companion during my solo night drives through Kentucky and West Virginia in my early twenties.

“She Believes in Me” by Kenny Rogers – The song is about an affair. The guitar is a metaphor for the speaker’s mistress.

“So Cruel” by U2 – No other song better describes the bewilderment of a young man who digs himself deeper and deeper into the mire of a physically consummated but emotionally unrequited love.

“Stargazer” by Mother Love Bone – I find the bridge in this song very emotionally moving. It’s probably the crescendo backup vocals behind Andrew Wood’s lead vocal pathos, and the idisyncratic words that hit my buttons.

“Still the Same” by Bob Seger – This is the first song I learned to play on the guitar. My point of pride was learning the intro chords as done in the actual recording, and not a dumbed-down beginner version.

“Winds of Change” by The Scorpions – That feeling you felt in 1991 was a sense of hope because the Cold War is over and Europe is reunified, and a dread of what in retrospect was the sound of sociopaths consolidating their power.

“Wish You Were Here” by Pink Floyd – Another thing I am proud of as a late-learning guitar player is having mastered those complex intro notes to that song, the strums, picks, and Gilmour’s trademark string-bending. I’ve always held that song on a pedestal, seeing in it a mute articulation of the fact that life will cut short your dreams but you will still push and not rest.


A common theme through some of those songs or my commentary is the teenage boy’s quest for love riding his supernova lust. Rock music is written for the very young, reflecting and helping make sense of their longing, torment, or euphoria.

A Thousand Doves

Tomorrow we begin celebrating Christ’s birth. The winter cold settles in. Storm clouds hang over our nations. In the home of Logan Tipton, this Christmas will not be like the previous one.


Excerpt from the song, translated from French:

Winter is here over the village roofs
The sky is white, and I hear
The choir of children

Peace be to the world
For a hundred thousand years to come
Give us a thousand doves
At every sunrise

A beautiful world is a world
Where one lives without fear


On Christmas Eve in 1914, enemy soldiers on the western front of World War I ceased hostilities and fraternized in no-man’s land on what is now remembered as the Christmas Truce:

“It was a beautiful moonlit night, frost on the ground, white almost everywhere: and at about 7 or 8 in the evening there was a lot of commotion in the German trenches and there were these lights — I don’t know what they were. And then they sang, “Silent Night” – “Stille Nacht.” I shall never forget it, it was one of the highlights of my life. I thought, what a beautiful tune,” Pvt. Albert Moren, a British soldier, wrote in a journal.


“A Thousand Doves” is the English title of Mireille Mathieu’s “Mille Colombes,” my favorite secular Christmas song. I chose that song for this post because I like the melody and the earnest evocation of an idealized world. And yet, how do you relate to Mireille’s invocation of beauty when you see ugliness on daily order and beauty lies solely, it seems, in the realm of escapism?

A close friend of mine is a forty-something bachelor. We’ve been friends since middle school. I recently asked him, “so how is it that you never became an SJW, given the circumstances?” He said, “It’s pretty simple; the system is hostile to the White man so I oppose it for my own good.” And because — as his words over our many evenings of RealTalk make it clear — sometimes the lion has to show the jackals who he is.


Peace in this world is what we earn when we secure the space to live as our best selves. Eternal peace is what we earn when we leave this world, having lived as men and women in Christ our Lord. As morning follows night, so He came to this world to destroy Satan’s works (see 1 John 3:8).


In the homes of some of the alt-Right readers, the kitchen now bustles with women cheerfully doing what they do best as the holiday approaches. In other homes there are no women, no rambunctious little cousins storming around the house; maybe just a couple of bottles of something strong. Whatever your home, all of us are comrades in the group struggle.

To the bloggers who’ve been doing this for years now, fellow commenters over the past decade, readers who like what I write: may this Christmas bring you peace and may the new year bring you invigorated purpose. Thank you for reading and for helping me stay sharp.

And like the Red Baron said to Snoopy, today I say to all men of good will:

“Merry Christmas, my friend!”

What Have We Learned?

Imagine the overthrow of our usurper class. It’s easy if you try. Throughout the West, establishment parties are acting like they’re losing faith in their works and have shifted their focus from long-term strategic goals to short-term opportunism.

This is especially evident in the case of putatively conservative parties. And in the case of the leftist apparatus — the political, corporate, and media/entertainment complex — we are witnessing an extinction-burst of id incontinence that points to either panic or hubris, in either case a fatal error.

Donald Trump’s storming into the epicenter of American politics has been no less than the cleansing of Augean stables that is the Republican Party, now exposed as a club of disgraced half-men who had sold out to cuckservatism. And on the Democratic side of the bifactional ruling party, Bernie Sanders is the socialist dreamers’ last gasp of faith, tired though it is like the old man himself.

We have been living through a silent spiritual and demographic war since 1954, with 2015 bringing on an acceleration of events in the West. The nationalists may yet win this and secure their respective homelands and a future for White children.

The hollow world of the materialistic globalists is no match for what can be offered through group struggle.

What will we have learned from the Long Silent War?


A lot, certainly, across wide swathes of political, economic, and philosophical lessons-learned. For starters, here is brief list of practical reminders:

  • Blood matters. Immigration + integration = no future for your  children. It really is that simple.
  • Beware women in public life, which includes the voting booth. Single women in particular, and especially beware the mischief wrought by childless post-menopausal women.
  • Never let them disarm you; look at what surrendering their guns got the English. If it comes down to it, “Μολὼν λαβέ (Molon labe), motherfuckers” better be either the last words you speak, or the last words they hear.
  • There is no such thing as cheap labor; mow your own lawn (better yet, grow vegetables instead of grass).
  • The blackmail of politicians: elect men of integrity to public office, who cannot be blackmailed. Failing that, elect ones who either possess the honor to step down or the guts to defy their blackmailers.
  • “Tolerance” is just another word for cowardice.

But the above points are no news to AltRight-wise readers. What I provide next, is my thoughts on how we were fooled into letting ourselves become dispossessed and how to avoid those errors when the merchants of lies inevitably once again hiss into our ears:

1. Speak the Truth.

I always thought that there was something prophetic in the tagline of Château Heartiste, “where pretty lies perish.”

A classic example of truth overcoming an edifice of lies is the effect that Vaclav Havel’s essay “The Power of the Powerless” had on anti-Communist movement in Poland. Below is a quote from a former Solidarity activist reflecting on the impact of that essay. The passage I bolded below, I think, speaks to us with special immediacy today.

This essay reached us…in 1979 at a point when we felt we were at the end of the road…we had been speaking on the shop floor, talking to people, participating in public meetings, trying to speak the truth about the factory, the country, and politics. There came a moment when people thought that we were crazy. Why were we doing this? Why were we taking such risks? Not seeing any immediate and tangible results, we began to doubt the purposefulness of what we were doing…Then came the essay by Havel. Reading it gave us the theoretical underpinnings for our activity. It maintained our spirits; we did not give up, and a year later — in August 1980 — it became clear that the party apparatus and the factory management were afraid of us. We mattered. And the rank and file saw us as leaders of the movement…

Theodore Dalrymple’s well known observation ties Communist propaganda in with modern political correctness:

“Political correctness is communist propaganda writ small. In my study of communist societies, I came to the conclusion that the purpose of communist propaganda was not to persuade or convince, nor to inform, but to humiliate; and therefore, the less it corresponded to reality the better. When people are forced to remain silent when they are being told the most obvious lies, or even worse when they are forced to repeat the lies themselves, they lose once and for all their sense of probity. To assent to obvious lies is to co-operate with evil, and in some small way to become evil oneself. One’s standing to resist anything is thus eroded, and even destroyed. A society of emasculated liars is easy to control. I think if you examine political correctness, it has the same effect and is intended to.”
– Theodore Dalrymple

My emphasis above as well. In practical terms, speaking the truth entails:

  • Saying what you mean. Speaking clearly from first-causes. Conservatives lost all race-related battles because they objected to immigration, for example, on debatable and ultimately irrelevant economic grounds, rather than on identitarian principles.
  • Valuing your own extremists. Timid moderates are uncomfortable with the direct words of the extremists, which trigger a fear of provoking the adversary whom they’d rather appease.
  • Hating the lies and not tolerating liars.

2. Don’t Get Seduced by Alien Philosophers.

Because they are not one of you, and because they have conflicts of interest with your interests, don’t trust them to tell you how to think or how to live. The catastrophies of the twentieth century are a testament to the errors of following the counsel of Karl Marx and Sigmund Freud. Same goes for the Neocons, whose hijacking of the American conservative mind bore fruit during the disastrous George W. Bush administration.

Another example of alien counsel, this time for young women watching Sex and the City:

“Enjoy yourself – that’s what your 20s are for. Your 30s are to learn the lessons. And your 40s are to pay for the drinks!”

And your dusty uterus will spasm every time you see a baby.

When someone tells you that children are not important or directs you down a path of barren, empty-headed hedonism, or wants to run out your motherhood clock, he just may be someone who dreams of a future without you in it.

3. Don’t Concede the Moral High Ground.

“I’m not a racist, but…”

When confronting an armed home invader, do you say “I’m not a bad host, but…”? Ok, I can see that being a fittingly wry thing to say before you dispatch him with a single round from your .38 Smith & Wesson. But people who defend their communities from Anti-Whites with the words “I’m not a racist but…” are essentially saying that they no moral authority because their very self-defense is immoral.

Ceding your moral authority often takes the form of appealing to the enemy’s values. Here is a hypothetical example:

  • Timid Conservative: “We shouldn’t be letting Muslims into Europe because they oppress women.”
  • Leftist Snake: “The Neonazis also want women kept under Kinder, Kirche, Kuche.”
  • Timid Conservative: “But… but…”

This exchange would have gone better if it had begun on a forthright note, with clarity and conviction. Like this:

  • Nationalist: “We shouldn’t let Muslims into Europe because as racial and cultural adversaries, their descendants would pose a mortal danger to our posterity.”
  • Leftist Snake: “Racist! Xenophobe!”
  • Nationalist: “Enough of that. Go slither away.”

4. Defend Your Public Space.

Public space, on the micro-scale: here is a tragic example of a man who wanted to assert his right to define his public space. Several years ago in Florida, a man was fueling his car at a gas station when a Black driver pulled up to do the same, but with loud rap thumping from his car. I’m inferring from the facts that were provided that the White driver asked the Black one to turn the noise off or down, which escalated into a confrontation that resulted in the White man shooting and killing the Black. Today, what is likely a good man is in prison because he refused to lower his head in face of savage displays.

“Liberty” means to have an undisputed dominion over your public space, keeping it in your own image to reflect who you are. “Community” means sharing that space with like-minded people. When groups of people with conflicting aesthetics, existential goals, moral values, and temperaments share the same jurisdiction, one or more of the following scenarios is inevitable: (1) open conflict, (2) a demoralizing imposition of one group’s values on the other, or (3) a bilateral withdrawal from the public space, as shown by Robert Putnam’s study, which demonstrated that diversity erodes civic life.

Public space, on the macro-scale: this is something I witnessed in the early 1980s upon arriving in the United States in time for my first Christmas here. Television news programs were reporting on the removal, under court orders, of Nativity scenes from the grounds of government buildings. Almost a teenager then, I felt uneasy about the developments. “How can a free, Western nation deny its people a public affirmation of their most joyous holiday?” I thought in slightly different words. “Didn’t we just escape a Communist country that did exactly this?”

Separation of Church and State is just a code word for “this ain’t your country.”

5. Balance of Order with Chaos.

Man has a wild side that compels him to find life under perfect order stultifying. Life needs an element of chaos to remind us that it all hangs on a thin string and to steer us clear of Eloi-like complacency and softening of character. Passion and creativity come from the darker recesses of our soul and thrive under a touch of danger.

This leads me to the subject of crime, diversity’s most talked-about burden. Violent crime is something that conservatives pin on Dindus, as a plea for freedom from Dindus. While the statistics on violent crime starkly follow race-based patterns, it is a mistake to hang one’s nationalistic case on crime, or to renounce it as such. It’s a Ned Flanders trap because a healthy society includes a reasonably contained criminal underclass. The wilder of our girls need someone to crave. We need the wisened older men who know what it means to steal or worse. We are better-off for having our own reserve army of muscle and balls. And importantly, we need someone to rule the rougher streets; best it’s our thugs than their thugs.

Looking from the perspective of a future victory, we would not have repelled the invaders and hanged the traitors without our own rough young men — like European nationalists — being the first to stick their necks out and take it to the streets.

Related: value and protect your working class. They really are all you’ve got.

6. Cultivate an Extended Family.

I’ll start this with a personal note. I have a very large extended family but from late childhood through my late 20s, I had no contact with them. This includes my grandparents, whom I only met once as an adult, in the final months of their long lives.

The extended family is a fallback means of support and the primary giver of a sense of identity. The placed importance of family ties varies by ethnic groups, and Western Europeans have been less reliant on kinship ties than others. But you really do need uncles to help you develop an identity as a boy and cousins to have your back when you are in trouble.

Don’t be alone.


History never ends and as human beings, we are bound to repeat our mistakes, over and over. Satan stands behind you in the shadow, always watching. But there is Truth that blazes our path through the darkness. Not losing sight of that light is our hope for making it through just far enough to let our sons and daughters, in turn, walk yet farther onward, straight and true.


This post is an invitation for Twitter users to visit the #LoganTipton discussion.

In predawn hours of December 7th 2015, Versailles, Kentucky police were called to a home in which a Black home invader had murdered a sleeping six-year-old White child, Logan Tipton.

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Little ditty about a boy named Logan
One American kid growin’ up in the heartland
Logan was gonna be a football star

The local Fox News station reports:

According to court documents, the intruder, later identified as 32-year-old Ronald Exantus wandered around the home before walking up the stairs and stabbing a sleeping six-year-old boy several times in the head “with a large kitchen knife that he obtained in the house.”

Cameron Gray, a contributor to the conservative site Ricochet writes:

All week, I have been tweeting about Logan, doing my best to make sure people read and share his story. I seem to have utterly failed. If you look at the hashtag #LoganTipton, it’s mostly tweets from me. I have been completely frustrated, and increasingly angry, that so few care about this boy or what happened to him.

The Lexington media, of course, has covered the story extensively, as its counterpart in Indianapolis, where the killer is from. The national MSM, however, has largely been silent, which I have pointed out numerous times this week. People have responded to me about media narratives, and how since the killer was black, they don’t want to deal with the racial aspect of the story. [My emphasis -PA] Others have callously told me that people are killed every day, and not every murder makes the news.

Since Grey’s December 11th article, more people had posted under #LoganTipton, including a Louisville news station reporter.


Ronald Exantus

Logan Tipton’s life did not matter to his country’s usurper class and its disingenuous enablers in the mass media. Born in America the Illegitimate, Logan came into this world a boy without a birthright and without a country.

If you are on Twitter, please visit and retweet #LoganTipton.


Logan Tipton, 2009 – 2015

Shots of Wisdom

Advice. To a boy: get dirty. To a girl: stay clean.

Art. The artist is a passive conduit to a higher truth, which he transmits through the filter of his personality, and then shapes its representation into material form. The more receptive to the transcendent, the more original in his filtering of it, and the more skilled with his medium, the greater the artist. The artist’s peril: his receptive, judgment-suspending disposition makes him vulnerable to liars with jangling coins who flatter his womanish vanity — that’s the career of the talented band U2 in a nutshell, with their channeling the Celt’s earnest spirit while squirting Moloch-globalist soundbites into each of their great songs.

Capitalism. Pax Americana has always been fundamentally unsustainable because it runs on the principle of strip-mining human capital for short-term gain.

Charm. Interact with women in ways that men would find annoying or even insulting: tease them, put them into defensive crouches, don’t give them straight answers (unless the answer is “no”). Conversely, talk with a man in a way that would bore a woman: respectfully, straightforwardly, focused on the subject.

Communism. Eastern European communism has produced its share of vile men. But whatever you say about that communism, it did not spawn the ridiculous men the way modern American communism does. The first time as tragedy, the second time as farce.

Dignity. I’m downtown with two friends, approaching one of our favorite brew pubs and seeing that it is uncharacteristically packed. One of my friends says “let’s go in, we can still stand in the bar area.” I said “No. I’m too old to drink standing.”

Depression. Driving home from work on a muggy, overcast June evening, dispirited in the wake of the Supreme Court’s rulings on gay marriage and Obamacare. Not so much gloomy about the political event itself as by the unexpected jubilation from certain quarters in my social circle, which felt like a personal betrayal. Then I remembered that my gym bag is in the trunk of the car. I was too listless to go, yet I turned the car in gym’s direction. “This will be a short, balls-to-the-wall workout,” I decided. Chest and nothing else. I went to a seated chest press machine (the barbell and dumbbell benches were all taken) and did two 20x medium/high weight sets. Then I added plates for two heavy five-rep sets. Barely finished the first set. On the second set, I completed three and a half reps, then muscle failure. The slow, silent cadence everyone began to feel was a welling of testosterone. On that same desperate day in America, one Donald J. Trump stepped forward as the future President of the United States.

Generations. Baby Boomers have always lived for pleasure and status. They had the Beach Boys and Rolling Stones. Our — GenX’s — anthem is Pearl Jam’s “Black,” the anguished howl of a dispossessed generation.

Happiness. Seeing your child laugh with joy.

Hate. Love and hate are two halves of the same passion. To love something is to value it above all other things, even your own life. Hate is what you feel for those who’d harm that which you love.

Marriage. If you want to have children, get married. Start a family and you’ll never look back — you have my word on it. But if children are not in the picture for you because of age or other reasons, consider these three things: (1) love, (2) sex, and (3) freedom. Pick two. As a single man, you can have sex and freedom, but love will be elusive. As a successfully married man, you can have love and sex, but your freedom is curtailed. And if the marriage goes bad, you end up with neither love, nor sex, nor freedom.

Oneitis. All women are interchangeable, there is nothing magical about any one girl… except — if she loves you. The love she gives you makes her “special.” If she stops loving you, she is no longer special and if she never did, she never was.

Pride. One potentially explosive situation you should avoid getting into is helping a pushover boyfriend when you see his girlfriend treat him disrespectfully. For example, you may be tempted to discreetly tell him “you can do better that take crap from a woman.” As he cowers before her, so will he find his nuts and get up in your grill.

Purity. The one-drop rule keeps a clean pool.

Regrets. The sole regret from my youth: not going for the kiss.

Time-Travel. Next time you’re on a subway platform in rush hour, pretend you’re visiting from 1985 and wondering why everyone is standing like a row of cranes with snapped necks.

Truth. Seek it, speak it, cherish it, live it, defend it.

(See Shots of Wisdom, Part 2 here)