Shots of Wisdom, Part 2

Alcoholism. With regards to drinking, there are two kinds of people. One type of person will have two drinks, feel the buzz, and his body tells him “I’m done.” The other type of person will also have two drinks, but then the fiend within whispers “feed the buzz.”

Angels. If a stage play is written about the late Lawrence Auster, one can do worse than my premise: one of Lucifer’s rebellious angels seeks to make amends with the Almighty. As penance, he assumes a body of bachelor intellectual in New York City who struggles to overcome his Jewish tribalism and achieve wisdom through his writing, ultimately to die of pancreatic cancer. He appears to have fulfilled his journey of penance in the final act and becomes an angel, as evidenced by the short blog post he wrote ten days before he died.

Authenticity. As presidential candidate, Michael Dukakis presented himself as a phlegmatic, mild-mannered man, ridiculed for his goofy pose in a tank and for his bloodless reply to a debate question involving the hypothetical rape and murder of his wife. No doubt, the campaign’s merciless judgments stung, but there is a lesson: stand by your persona when the image is accurate. Running from it only amplifies the caricature, as Dukakis demonstrated twelve years later in his guest appearances on Fox News, looking ridiculous in his leather jacket and affecting a guido posture. If you’re a coupe, be sleek like a Camry, don’t rev your four cylinders like you’re an F-150.

Despair. It smells like a dog park in an SWPL district.

Devils. This was in the twilight between sleep and lucidity, sometime during my early teenage years. I wake up in the middle of the night to see a large, flat face filling the entirety of the wall opposite my bed. The face was luminous. It was God, it told me and it wanted to talk with me. Terrified I said “NO!” and heart pounding, I curled up under the sheets in icy sweat, making sure that no part of me is exposed and I frantically crossed myself and prayed. Later as an adult, I described that vision to a man with prodigious knowledge of the Bible. I told him that I once saw God but it was terrifying. He lost his smile and said “It wasn’t God and it’s good that you refused to talk with it. What you saw was a demon.”

Due Process. Angela Merkel’s half-hour’s trial for genocide and treason begins immediately after her arrest. For twenty minutes, the prosecution recites a list of accusations for the sake of historic record, in a manner that breaks her down to chest-rattling sobs. She gets five minutes for a statement of defense, also for history’s record. She stumbles over her words and falls silent. The verdict of “Guilty” is delivered. She is granted five minutes alone with a priest, if she chooses to take them. She is then led down the stairs, out into the courtyard, toward the wall.

England. The persecution of Emma West, as well as the Rotherham revelations, should have—by conventional wisdom—sparked an English revolution. Instead, nothing of the sort happened and the English slumped down in despair. Their response is consistent with historic templates for social change. A beaten dog licks its tormentor’s hand. The master must show weakness for the dog to begin to hate and then to lunge for the throat.

Feminism. Nations that liberate their women perish. Ones that subordinate their women, live. I want to live, not die.

Identity. Men generally enjoy meeting men from other nations and races. There is a lot that is interesting, even fraternal, in the crossing of cultures—so long as these three conditions are met: both parties are coming from positions of equal relative status, each man has a home of his own, and each man knows who he is. Even Pashtun tribesmen are famed for their hospitality toward strangers whom they do not perceive as invaders. But multiculturalism, by imposing strangers on another’s home and codifying this intrusion with the Marxist duality of oppressor and oppressed, precludes any such fraternity. E.M. Forester’s “A Passage to India” asks whether an Englishman and an Indian can be friends. The answer comes via the Indian doctor’s reply to the liberal Englishman: they cannot be friends until the English leave India.

Revolution. Revolutions are created not under the conditions of despair but under conditions of hope. Hope in this case is coming from a confluence of diminished respect for our leaders and inspired fresh words of an upstart champion. The groundwork has been laid. Now, it’s just a matter of a spark.

Trump. Suburban_elk has asked if White Americans exist. The established positions of every mainstream liberal and conservative institution over the past 50 years make that answer clear. Yet now there are stirrings of a glacial but unstoppable recognition that Whites as such do exist as a legitimate population with its own rights and interests. We’re certainly not there yet; our identity, our grievances, our demands aren’t yet articulated in everyday conversations. Whites’ low voter turnout in the 2012 election may have been the proverbial rock bottom.

Soul. You can appraise a person’s intelligence just by looking into his eyes. People with low IQs have lifeless bovine eyes, like there is no animation behind them. A very intelligent person’s eyes are drawn by a talented artist. A very dull person’s eyes are sloppily drawn with a crayon.

Zoology. Even the lowliest living organism resists its own physical destruction, even when the struggle is against pressures it does not understand.

The will to live: the scene is from Krzysztof Kieślowski’s “Decalogue 2: Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain.” The man in the bed is a cancer patient who wakes up feeling that he will make it.

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The original “Shots of Wisdom” are HERE 

Shots of Wisdom, Part 3 is here

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84 thoughts on “Shots of Wisdom, Part 2

  1. If a stage play is written about the late Lawrence Auster, one can do worse than the my premise: one of Lucifer’s rebellious angels seeks to make amends with the Almighty. As penance, he assumes a body of bachelor intellectual in New York City who struggles to overcome his Jewish tribalism and achieve wisdom through his writing, ultimately to die of pancreatic cancer.

    I don’t see how that fits into a play for the stage – too intellectual, too much in the head, not enough action.

    However as an on-screen joke it works.

    [It’s not a joke. -PA]

  2. Despair. It smells like a dog park in an SWPL district.

    But unlike despair, the dogpark in gentryville can be avoided.

  3. But multiculturalism, by imposing strangers on another’s home and codifying this intrusion with the Marxist duality of oppressor and oppressed, precludes any such fraternity.

    The somalis around here are interesting people. Whom i would be friendly with, under other circumstances.

    As it happens, they have no respect for their host culture.

    Just as a typical example, the Saturday mailman today was somali. Now mailman is actually a powerful position. And these guys who are at most one or two degrees from a very real terrorist network, are sorting and delivering the mail. They must think that we are absolutely the most stupid dumbest gullible naive and idiotic people on the face of the earth. Those are sweet jobs, 50 thousand per year, benes, security, not too difficult, and we preference immigrants with terrorist connections in the midst of our own economic problems.

    Another place where Somalis are overrepresented is as bus drivers. Which is weird for the same reasons. Fluency (in English) is helpful in navigating a bus route and interacting with passengers. But somehow they get preference in those jobs too. I think some of the preference there is their own internal network, as opposed to top-down affirmative action; most likely it is both. Also incidentally Somalis generally lack the instinctive spatial awareness that is part of the talent set for a good driver – take that observation to the bank, i have seen enough of them as drivers to know.

    However, on the plus side, those guys can be a boss as far as not putting up with bullshit from passengers. American blacks are always trying to scam free rides. If it is a white driver, 9 of 10 times they get away with it; with a somali driver not so much. However the bus company policy is to allow for free riders when push comes to shove. But on other transgressions such as disruptive behavior they will shut that down.

    Their average iq according to The Chart is in the 70s, but that just reveals the limitations of iq as a measurement, because they are not stupid.

  4. The somalis around here are interesting people. Whom i would be friendly with, under other circumstances.

    As it happens, they have no respect for their host culture.

    @elk,
    I notice that you, like me and many others during blog repartee, make ethno-racial remarks and judgements based on our anecdotal experiences—– all good and fine.

    But a big mitigative caveat in such a process is assessing your socio-economic status and burdens and duly working as much into your commenting assessments. Now, of course i know you do that at times and are obviously capable of seeing the value in as much. still, are you perhaps overlooking that for spells, maybe because it’s real meta a factor in your particular life?

    I mean, you’re dealing with prole civic life, replete with all the desperate and unwashed indignities that go with public transport, the less-than-ideal service-industry courtesies that go with drugstores and gas marts and fast-food franchises; one of the saving graces complementing the rote Babbitry of middle-class life is that one at least gets some sovereign dignity, or even just privacy, from being the position to cruise to work in their Accord or Camry rather than have to take the public limo; i mean, we’re all spoiled babies in some specific way if we dig deep enough (I, for one, would go absolutely nuts if I had to take the public bus to work. Yikes!).

    And that would be just one of dozens of factors that would throw off my ‘field-of-study,’ so to speak, in making socio-racial-economic assessments and commentary.

    And given the corrollaries of IQ and economic status in this country, you obviously aren’t enjoying a neat synthesis of your intellectual abilities and corresponding economic reality, which is almost certainly making your environmental cog-dis that much more disorientingt and dispiriting.

    I figure you know much of this, even acknowledging it at times in your commentary—– but it might be a bigger and more omnipresent factor than you note at times.

  5. nikcrit would bring things onto a personal level, which has its plusses and minuses.

    My observations stand.

    The implication that they are biased by a prole background is a typical slight. And it is exactly the type of slight that uppity swapples love to use against their peers whom they would look down upon.

    And especially typical of black swapples, who are forever insecure in their standing.

    So nice try nikky, but no dice. / hahaha

  6. Upon rereading nikcrit’s comment (criticism) – it is not inaccurate – but the larger point is that it doesn’t matter.

    Of course we all have our own perspective.

    90+ per cent of Americans are worth less than six. Where do you stand, relative to that line? In any case i gotta ride the bus for now, at least during the winter. Yeah it’s a fuckin drag.

  7. Is that a mistake to admit, that i read the bus.

    It does, set you off as a … LOSER.

    In America, in the Game of Life, riding the bus equals loser.

    It is a tough row to hoe. My burden. Taking the bus.

    Now you know.

  8. The implication that they are biased by a prole background is a typical slight.

    First, thank you for your more generous, second and reconsidered comment. For my part, no slight intended whatsoever; just going by the ‘field’ you’ve repeatedly described in making your observational comments over the past year or two.

    And FWIW, I make no larger presumption from that; e.g., are you broke? An eccentric scion who voluntarily deprives your material field? Intermittently both, due to contraband binges or varying serotonin levels? I have no idea; and understand that self-appointed mindreading of any fairly complex and intelligent individual is a waste of time. Besides, I myself am no stranger to any of those social hypotheticals!

    And especially typical of black swapples, who are forever insecure in their standing.

    No, i’m more among the other-but-equally-annoying bougie-black subset: I live large in the area hipster-gentrified area bordering on the ghetto. That way I keep both my Camry and my brother-in-the-struggle cred…hahah.

  9. In America, in the Game of Life, riding the bus equals loser.

    It could be that; there’s certainly a significant number of folk who would be that ungenerous.

    But it’s also of course SWPL hipster noble, showing both social-unitarian communion AND proper Green energy ethos.

    I’m just a bitch in that regard; I once even drove around Manhattan for three days, as the circumstance provided rentals; and that’s the one city in which i enjoy public transport.

  10. –“I don’t see how that fits into a play for the stage – too intellectual, too much in the head, not enough action.”

    I’m not quitting my day-job, but:

    Act 1 – A fallen angel defects from Lucifer, pleads for forgiveness. On Earth, some Islamic outrage transpires. The fallen angel is now a man in a NYC apartment. He leaves the apartment and rides the bus, is shaken by something endemic to our liberal society. Returns to the apartment.

    Act 2 – various things of international and national scale happen. Each scene is a different event. The penitent devil walks among those events, comments. One of those events is an upstate NY (or was it NJ?) minivan crash, in which a woman apparently on purpose, caused her own and her children’s death in an intentional crash. This actually happened, but I don’t recall the details. In his blog entry, Auster speculated, quite seriously, on the possibility of demonic possession. The protagonist of this play would have insight into this. First indication of failing health

    Act 3 – The Zimmerman case / or Obama’s reelection, performed in several scenes, with the penitent devil emotionally commenting throughout. His health takes a dive and his suffering becomes strong. A powerful soliloquy on the nature of good and evil, based on Auster’s writings. Final scene is his last days and his redemption.

  11. Right, swapples have to be tempered with cred of some sort or another, otherwise they have no background or standing in the real world, the world of men!

    I took refuge in the world of the swapple, for some time. That was my identity, before i grew up. Then about 10 years ago i realized that i didn’t have much to show, except a sense of style.

    So now i am trying to hone in on real world accomplishments, but those are a slippery slope. Ultimately they don’t matter, and i think that point is not a nihilistic defeatism, but rather a fulcrum with which to achieve a more balanced world view that the alternative right – and indeed contemporary white identity – can benefit from.

    To say that real world accomplishments don’t matter, needs some elucidation. It just comes down to what is meant by real world accomplishment. Does it mean a lot of money, a lot of lays? Those things are important, but there is more than that.

    Somehow white people lost a sense of what matters. And even now, white people are trying to reinvent themselves, but flailing about like a fish on the ice. Now is our time to try and come up with some new models for everlasting durability and renewable resource value.

  12. –“I don’t see how that fits into a play for the stage – too intellectual, too much in the head, not enough action.”

    That’s a good point, but the subject has been broached and responded to in modern theater; there are lots of plays in which the stage setting is more metaphorical and symbolic than strictly utilitarian and catering to narrative realism.

    Actually, that ascendence in modern-theatre tendencies is what made stage design as much artistic as practical concern in recent decades; the Tony awards single out creativity as much as elaboration when feting the stage-set aspect of plays.

  13. Thanks for sharing the idea, PA. It is worth an exercise, to try and come up with such a three of four paragraph summary. It is a start.

    I tell you know, that people want something besides what we’re getting on television and netflix. There are a lot of good sockumentaries, and a lot of creative and talented people, but they are missing the forest for the trees.

    The forest that they are missing the trees for, is the finished product in film and online or for that matter on Broadway or a slick music video; and the trees being the nuts and bolts and all that makes it (the finished product) go, including and especially the real world talent for acting, which ultimately is grease as in juice as in life.

    I am no longer young, and have lost a lot, like everyone does. I would hope that there are youngbloods who might read this and keep it in mind. The point about the forest and the trees is a good one. I have met a number of people making sockumentaries or trying to, but missing the point entirely – the point entirely being the situation on the ground, an example of which would have been the person they were talking to, who was me, whose perspective they were not interested in.

    A more relevant documentary, for these aspiring filmmakers, would have been my complaints, about riding the bus!, but they were trying to redo something along the lines of Ken Burns. Seriously, one of them was trying to get stories from WWII vets before they died. What a cliche. You want something relevant, that random viewers your age might relate to, talk to this guy at the bar who wants to complain about having to ride the bus. That’s a story that kids might rather hear (if it is told right), than yet another war story from 50 generations ago.

  14. “There are a lot of good sockumentaries, and a lot of creative and talented people, but they are missing the forest for the trees.”

    This is exactly the diagnosis I was looking for. I literally see TV commercials once a year, during a Superbowl party, so I am sensitized to them. A fresh pair of eyes. And what you just wrote is what has struck me about them. Especially movie and TV show trailers. So much talent, so much technical proficiency, all the right moves with sound/lighting/pregnant pauses /pathos… yet it all looked like expensive cosplay. The overused Shakespeare line “sound and fury signifying nothing” really does work here.

    I will boldly submit here that I — a guy with a job who finds scraps of time at odd times of day to wrote on this blog, and who has never dabbled in any serious way in art — have written things here with more emotional depth than all of the professionals on TV and movie talent out there.

    And that’s just me. You (Elk) write comments… and I normally skip over them.

    Allow me to clarify. I read all comments on this blog, but yours, dude, I wait until the evening is mine, I pour myself a tumbler of something well aged, and then I catch up on the stuff you write.

  15. There has to be a renaissance of our own culture – and something about the finished product is getting in the way of that happening.

    See for example film school kids. They should be making porn. Wait a minute, is that a joke?

    Those kids should be making porn. As in sucking the juice out of life. But wait there is no longer a market for porn! so they should be making serious films! but wait they should not be making films at all, they should be … sucking the juice out of life instead! (and perhaps putting it on camera in the form of porn?)

    So it all goes nowhere, as does this life, when we are not confronted head-on with death. What has happened is that death is removed enough when we are young and full of energy that we don’t know enough to be urgent about it all. And then when we see how it is limited, well by then it is, not necessarily too late, but late in the game.

    The reality of death is not something i have come to terms with, and i don’t think that it is something i will, until perhaps the very last moment. I think that everyone has a metaphysical disposition that is intrinsic to them, and a lot of people don’t accept that, and they want god to come in and help them change their lives, but what they are really looking for is for god to change their own metaphysical disposition.

    And that point too, is (again) courtesy of Cormac, in that same penultimate scene where he is talking to his uncle, and he says he (had) wanted god to be part of his life, but it never happened and he was finally realizing that it never would.

  16. I might have left off that last comment. It was crossposted to PA’s. In any case there will be other days.

    It aint over yet, Willie Brown

  17. elk,
    what you describe in your 10:23 p.m. comment sounds like a prose-in-action version of the ennervation and ‘is-that-all-there-is?’-ism that at times affects white life and white ethos…I know i sound that riff often, but i think it really does exist and is a common malady for a top group/culture/society in any given social order.

    btw, did you ever check out that book by Harold Bloom in which he elaborates on the talents of
    Cormac McCarthy? I’d be curious to get your assessment.

  18. PA: “I will boldly submit here that I — a guy with a job who finds scraps of time at odd times of day to wrote on this blog, and who has never dabbled in any serious way in art — have written things here with more emotional depth than all of the professionals on TV and movie talent out there.”

    That’s true and likely true for many inspired writers who are nonetheless not professionally employed as writers. And trust that many professional writers have written things at home with more emotional depth than what they’ve submitted at have been awarded for at work.

    It’s a stifling malady: fiscally driven LCD syndrome; it freezes everybody and everything..

    That said, I’ve felt that you, PA, would’ve loved dealing in daily newspaper journalism, probably some kind of features-and/or-entertainment journalism. Your temperament seems to enjoy balancing levity with seriousness, and that gig is ideal for that; i recall a day in which i did brief phoners with both the failed presidential candidate Gary Hart and rocker Jon Bon Jovi in one day, spaced a few hours apart…. And the other thing that’s good about that gig, and that which i think you particularly would appreciate, is the relative immediacy you have to adhere to —- the dailyi, hourly, weekly deadlines at first seem to be a curse, but in fact are a blessing: they corrall your compulsiveness and make you develop an ethos that says, “this isn’t the best I can do, period; rather, it’s the best work I can produce by my daily deadline —— and in terms of your nerves and sanity, that limit often ends up being a ‘saving grace.’
    Someone like Sub_elk, OTOH, I could see more as fiction writer or long-form non-daily magazine journalist, something in which deadlines didin’t prevail…….plus, PA, you could exercise your innner-rock critic with reviews that are often written on 25-minute deadline; i recall covering encores that ended at, say, 11:25 p.m. and still filing my copy for the sunrise edition by midnight.

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  20. “The overused Shakespeare line “sound and fury signifying nothing” really does work here.”

    Rand said that art is the barometer of a culture, and she’s exactly right. Most contemporary artistic expression, be it visual, musical, screen, stage or page, is nothing more than empty exhibitionism, blind to the truth of life.

  21. From Robert Mckee’s “Story”:

    “This writer believes that the more precise his observation of day-to-day facts, the more accurate his reportage of what actually happens, the more truth he tells. But fact, no matter how minutely observed, is truth with a small “t.” Capital “T” Truth is located behind, beyond, inside, below the surface of things, holding reality together or tearing it apart, and cannot be directly observed.”

    Art is metaphor for life. It’s emotional depth comes from our need to understand existence. A man’s taste in art reveals what kind of soul he has and reveals his view of man.

  22. Can you provide a link to that Auster post for us?

    Are you serious about the demon? When I am alone in the house sometimes I get a feeling of dread like something is behind me in the shadows and I struggled with compulsive homicidal thoights bit lately I’ve learned to control that. I’m not superstitious bit I do feel as if I am in a personal and private never ending battle between good and evil. It was the worst after my second trip to Afghanistan where I was involved indirectly in some questionable killings that were covered up. Was I doing the devil’s work?

    When I read what you wrote about the demon I felt a terrible shudder and chill and my eyes got watery. I never experienced it as direct as you but I can definitely relate. Can you point me to any materials that can help me to resolve the issue and learn more about it?

    Or should I just visit a shrink?

  23. As I get used to your style I like it more, PA.

    Elk, your’e literary style is very aesthetically pleasing and all, but you lack the lesson of the best writing being about saying the most with theleast English. Quality or not, the effort you’re putting into writing is not going into being read. At least not by me. I worry that as I’m skimming through you’re stuff I might miss something good, because there’s a lot going on in that head of yours. I wish you’d trim some of the fluff. You can only be hooked by the scent of enigmatic prose a few times before you need the meat.

    Sheeit. Between PA and guys like Roissy and Porter, alt-right writing is like fine wine. I mean, have you ever seen “liberal” writing as thoughtful and sophisticated?
    We iz muhfuggin intellecshual swag, beotch.

    Still processing that Sam Dixon theory of Anarcho-Tyranny you introduced me to in the Freedom post. A few more ripples in my Weltanschauung.

  24. PA: I literally see TV commercials once a year, during a Superbowl party, so I am sensitized to them. A fresh pair of eyes. And what you just wrote is what has struck me about them. Especially movie and TV show trailers.
    (Kudos to Trickin’ for telling me how to use italics)

    I went for a few years without watching TV because of my circumstances in my teens. After a while I didn’t see any because I just didn’t care to as I wasn’t addicted to it anymore.

    I remember the first time I saw TV in years in this one foster home I was living in, it was a commercial break. At first, the commercials seemed so cheezy I literally thought it was a comedy show making fun about how absurd commercials were. After the fourth one I realized my error.

    What I noticed as the mudball game or whatever it was came back on, was that I had observed my own perception of what I was seeing change from ridiculous to normal in a matter of minutes. As I was in to drugs then and had tried some hallucinogens, it was apparent to me that even the radical world-altering effects of acid and mushrooms couldn’t alter my perception much more drastically. But it the way it altered my mind was much more insidious and longer lasting… I could feel that that 3 or 4 minutes was my only opportunity to even notice the difference. I knew those commercials would look normal to me next month; it would take several more years of abstinence from TV before they would seem utterly bizzare like they had for that lucid couple of minutes again.

    That was years before there was social media. It was also years before I was a Nationalist.

    As the years went by, and I avoided any exposure to television like the plague, I noticed I saw the world more and more differently from other people who did watch TV.

  25. The power of the darkside, the deal with the devil. That stuff is very real, in people’s lived experience.

    It is a theme in rock and roll and blues, and before that (i guess) in American folk culture, that has been treated on a lot and now to the point of cliche where i can reference youtube clips and hollywood movies. Case in point the 60 Minutes interview with Bobby D where he cops to Ed Bradley that he made his deal to get where he was, and Dylan is Dylan and you never know but it doesnt seem like he is joking.

    Also the movie Crossroads, which is named after that exact thing. So what was once Blues folklore, became an 80s hollywood movie with Ralph “Babyface” Macchio who it would seem did not make a deal with the devil but might could have used one, or perhaps he enjoys his quiet life and proceeds?

    And then of course George Lucas and Darth Vader and the darkside. I never got into Star Wars, but have heard that Lucas claims to have been ”inspired” possessed in writing the script.

    But all those stories that are now are shared culture, our mythos, is our lived experience in refined form. But maybe that stuff is its un-refined form?

  26. Life has to be about lived experience. We have reached the point where our considerations about it, are not grounded enough to matter. Our thoughts on life are too removed from blood and guts.

    I am not saying that this applies to you, or anyone in particular. It sort of applies to me, and many people around here.

    Gardening keeps me in touch with reality. Without it i would be lost. Interestingly enough, the season starts the day after tomorrow, March 1. There is a common misconception that gardening season here in zone 4 is only three months but seven is a more accurate count. I will not start my seedlings until the middle of the month, but March 21 is the deadline.

  27. Reading and writing have to be viewed as their own pleasure. If it is not pleasurable, what is the point.

    As for “meat” what possibly is there to say?

    Pussy is good
    Game girls
    Me want pussy
    Life proceeds with or without you
    Respect your father
    Get religion
    Tend the earth
    Love your mother
    Watch out for underaged girls

    Does that about cover most of it, is that enough meat for ya there, Heretic Phi.

  28. Quality or not, the effort you’re putting into writing is not going into being read. At least not by me.

    Well, we will see who is remembered. Take a poll right now, and who do you think is ahead, me or you?

    On this blog, i can tell you that it is me. Is there some other blog where Heretic Phi is writing something worthwhile?

  29. That sounds egomaniacal. What i meant to have said is,

    “that it is me who is ahead (between the two of us).”

    And yeah it is a competition.

    What is there to say about the state of things?

    What a mess!
    Trump 2016
    Get girls have kids
    The media is biased
    Dont watch too much tv
    Boomers suck
    The Silent Generation also had sex behind closed doors

    I guess that list goes on forever. Whatever, you all indulge me. I know it, i appreciate it, and try not to abuse it.

    This is a barroom brawl, i have a very large voice, which makes up for what god has taken from me otherwise.

    It’s only temporary. – mom

  30. I commented for several years on Auster’s blog as “PatrickH”. [Later there was another commenter with that sig, and he was good, but I was THERE FIRST.]

    I think he liked me. But I know this: I loved him. I wrote a question/comment to him at one point, suggesting that there was a possibility that some people are so stupid brutal and mindless that they have lost the Imago Dei. [I was like Rick when he claimed that he came to Casablanca for the waters and when told Casablanca had no water, said, “I was misinformed.” In other words, I had no idea what I was talking about.)
    In my original comment, I referred specifically to a black person as exhibiting no sense of humanity at all. I also raised the possibility that this opinion was, if held sincerely, a mortal sin. Auster responded that he too had had that experience of some blacks, but had rejected it as absolutely anti-Christian.
    Anyway…I went on vacation for a week or so from work, and ended up not keeping with the sh*t storm that ensued. Lydia McGrew came charging in, menstruating all over the conversation, a Matthew guy (intelligent and rational, but not in that particular thread). I got back to work, and there’s a message from Auster to me: “Look what you started.” Followed by a grin emoticon.
    When he announced he really was dying, I could not comment. I loved him, you see. I could not bear to comment.
    Finally, when it was clear the end was approaching, I wrote him an encomium (I’d rewrite it today if I could), comparing him to Gandalf the White Rider against the pursuing cloud of the Black Riders, and even quoted Whitman at him: “O Captain! My Captain!”
    He wrote after that that his “happiness was now complete.” I confess I blubbed.
    I think he liked me. But I loved him. And I still do.

  31. Nikcrit“That’s true and likely true for many inspired writers who are nonetheless not professionally employed as writers. And trust that many professional writers have written things at home with more emotional depth than what they’ve submitted at have been awarded for at work.”

    No doubt true, which underscores Elk’s point that our patronage system sucks at making art. PS: have you thought about writing something about your experience in the music biz?

    Jumpinjackfash“Can you provide a link to that Auster post for us? Are you serious about the demon?”

    His blog is linked to his name in my original post. You can scroll down ten days prior to his passing to see that short post he wrote. As to the demon, what I wrote is 100% true. I wish I could point you to something to read about this stuff but I don’t know much about that subject.

    Heretic Phi “Still processing that Sam Dixon theory of Anarcho-Tyranny”

    One correction: Sam Francis (not Dixon)

    PatrickH: I appreciate your eulogy of Auster, whom I consider a mentor. Very early on, maybe in 2003, I started emailing/corresponding with him when at my request he gave me a very useful piece of advice on how to write about controversial subjects.

  32. In America, in the Game of Life, riding the bus equals loser.

    Can’t resist. 🙂 Trickin, I apologize in advance and will add the disclaimer that I do not claim that this depicted behavior is representative or typical of anyone besides those featured in the video:

  33. Elk, your’e literary style is very aesthetically pleasing and all, but you lack the lesson of the best writing being about saying the most with theleast English. Quality or not, the effort you’re putting into writing is not going into being read. At least not by me. I worry that as I’m skimming through you’re stuff I might miss something good, because there’s a lot going on in that head of yours

    Elk has a great writing style and I admire his content, too. Seems to me that he’s writing in an “interior monologue” kinda style typing the words as this pass through his mind, but without going back to reorganize and condense by theme. After having spent some time as a technical writer myself I can’t hit “send” without stopping to overlook and optimize my overall structure first, though.

  34. After having spent some time as a technical writer myself I can’t hit “send” without stopping to overlook and optimize my overall structure first, though.

    yeah, i developed the same sense, so when i began blogging, this type of writing became an antidote to revised writing. Nowadays, when i hit ‘send’ on a blog comment, what gets posted is what i consider 70%-80% of an ideally finished bit of written product.

    To me, that’s a nice change of pace, to be able to just hit ‘send’ and not worry the precision being a bit off; and what you lose in precision and detail you gain in immediacy; blogging is sort-of like a informal conversation; if you literally transcribed casual speech there’d be tons of syntactical errors and extraneous words—– but it makes sense aurally.

    In a sense, blog commentary is the written equivalence; what you lose in concise grammar you gain in immediacy and intimacy.

    I, for one, am grateful for the digital age of communication, which wrested some of the control of the public written word from the publishers, editors and their grammarians.

  35. After having spent some time as a technical writer myself I can’t hit “send” without stopping to overlook and optimize my overall structure first, though. // After having spent some time as a technical writer myself I can’t hit “send” without stopping to overlook and optimize my overall structure first, though.

    This is where I found that blogging and commenting are an entirely different beast, and that is why I had resisted starting a blog going back a few years. Commenting is a conversation, but blogging requires you to write a coherent post ex-nihilo — and that is something I have always had difficulty with. In fact, most of the material I’ve posted here has started as an effort of will in face of writer’s block. It usually amounts to nothing (I have scores of half-started and aborted posts in the Drafts folder), but sometimes it clicks when least expected. One example is the “Stray Lambs” post. I started writing it as a fluff piece poking fun at a BLM march but then I saw that short video of angry German protesters and ideas started coming, and it became a solid analytical piece, and probably a post I’m most proud of. There is even an Australian policy paper that referenced it.

    There are also “market considerations” involved with blogging. One of your goals is to get/keep readers and you’re only as good as your last post, so unlike with commenting, I “can’t afford” to do throwaway posts. The process becomes disciplined, then. For example, I always sleep on a post before hitting Publish, which is extremely valuable in tightening up the language, catching typos, trimming high-noise/low-signal excerpts, etc.

  36. Nik I can see that you sometimes comment on posts from your mobile. I hate typing anything that requires focus from my phone or tablet, I guess I’m an old fogie. My new job lets me work from home about 50% so I can do my blog commenting from my home PC.

    BTW, how about the video? 🙂

    The process becomes disciplined, then. For example, I always sleep on a post before hitting Publish, which is extremely valuable in tightening up the language, catching typos, trimming high-noise/low-signal excerpts, etc

    A lot of the great writers used to do that in prior generations, I think. For instance, the highly prolific Jack London obsessively cranked out his short stories and papers based on a certain word limit he’d reach each evening, but then he’d put everything in a drawer and re-edit the drafts next day. That forces you to get better as a writer.

  37. Case in point the 60 Minutes interview with Bobby D where he cops to Ed Bradley that he made his deal to get where he was, and Dylan is Dylan and you never know but it doesnt seem like he is joking.

    IDK; I think whenever you here such talk, it’s at least partly metaphorical. Furthermore, I don’t think any pop icon ‘coming clean’ on msm newstalk show would refer to Beezlebub himself as “the Chief Commander,” no?

    But who knows? Maybe that’s just one more sign of my gullibility on these matters>

    Or my…… collusion?????

  38. No doubt true, which underscores Elk’s point that our patronage system sucks at making art.

    Ok, I’ll sign on to that. But I think it might be a tad too generous to even call it a ‘patronage system;’ it’s more along the lines of what we routinely see and suspect but for the sake of keeping our spirts up, don’t always readily acknowledge: it’s a LCD-indicator commercial interest that constantly and ruthlessly discards whatever isn’t germane to that sole interst —- uncorresponding truth, art and beauty be damned.

    Here even more than overseas, the market interest rules..

    Ask yourself this: who, among American filmmakers, is our Kieslowski? Do you think an Ameriacn director that subvertedly academic and underground would have as much profile as he does? I mean, we have talented and somewhat acknowledged auteurs along those lines —– but they tend to be respectfully acknowledged and contained to the bowels of AFI or NYU’s or UCLA’s film department editing rooms, Directors such as Tarentino and more moderne trangressors here may be offbeat but they’re much more commericial — plus, here transgression in and of itself is a much more solely commercial force; that particular dance-and-prance got tired long ago overseas.

    PS: have you thought about writing something about your experience in the music biz?

    Not much—- though, oddly enough, i had such a fleeting thought the other day while upon reading that “Every Song Ever’ book I touted here the other day; I HAVE gotten the idea to write about being a NAM blogger on race-real sites, an idea that several others have brought up to me to…. who knows what the future holds?

  39. Ask yourself this: who, among American filmmakers, is our Kieslowski?

    Heh, I started typing a response that became longish and focused on KK, so I decided to save it for a possible future post.

    NAM blogger on race-real sites

    Something we (pro-Whites here) have to always be careful of is to not go wobbly on our principles out of fear of hurting a personable NAM’s feelings. I keep several things in mind in these cases: (1) the NAM commenters are not delicate flowers and it’s their choice to hang out in places where candor may sting; (2) they have their own existential agendas; and (3) don’t put an Other’s feelings ahead of the 14 Words or ahead of simple truth. This is a timely comment topic, as I’ve been working, on and off, on a long mudsharking-themed post (not personally about you, unlike the Superman post, which was sympathetic in tone).

  40. (2) they have their own existential agendas

    Yes. I mean, it’s not like i’m some 20-year-old undergrad firebrand, in which the line between the personal and the objective is blurred or non-existent; i’m experienced and jaded enough to know that it’s ‘not about me,’ per se —— and i’m mature enough to know that the world will go on day-after-day whether day-to-day events are to my liking or not. And i presume adult race-realists know and expect the same themselves. I mean, who here is living and observing life with every aspect going absolutely swimmingly?

    But sometimes the issues you raise naturally come up; hence, the reason for my little set-piece about how I DO realize that racial antipathy is forevermore (always has been, as long as man’s been tracking time) and that there is some value as well as valor in facing that quite logical truth without delusion, and that furthermore, there’s some additional valor in engaging nonethless, as i believe by keeping our flesh and blood allies AND enemies real and not reduced to mere caricature we ourselves maintain our vitality and other core signs of being alive.

    Or we could just silently go our separate and merry ways while mouthing p.c. platitudes at each other to keep things from simmering over.

    How’s that been working out so far, eh?

  41. I DO realize that racial antipathy is forevermore

    It needn’t be, when the formula in my “Identity” item in the original post is respected.

  42. @PA,
    It’s interesting that you oft-reference Kieslowski; he’s about the only foreign film director you’ve repeatedly cited over the years, so i assume he’s among your more valued Eastern European artistes, thematically as well as in terms of your experential history of watching film and taking in other art forms.

    So it’s interesting that Kieslowski was the director in the first film i ever reviewed for publication, a local midwestern weekly, whose editor gave me the assignment more out of sympathy and to stop my pestering more than out of any measure of merit.

    And it was absolutlely the worst thing i’ve ever published! Pretentious and lacking even a obligatory synopsis of the basics of the plot and character lines. Or at least they weren’t rendered coherently. That, combined with a striving pretension to boot. About the only element that was clearly conveyed was one of panic and of one being in way over his head.

    Ouch!

  43. And it was absolutlely the worst thing i’ve ever published! Pretentious and lacking even a obligatory synopsis of the basics of the plot and character lines. Or at least they weren’t rendered coherently. That, combined with a striving pretension to boot. About the only element that was clearly conveyed was one of panic and of one being in way over his head.

    Ahhh… youth 🙂

  44. I DO realize that racial antipathy is forevermore

    Conflict and competition are forevermore, they drive evolution. Any group of people who remove these vital sparks from their own culture (by choice or by achievement) are jeopardizing their very existence. (often evidenced by associated low birth rates)

    Or we could just silently go our separate and merry ways while mouthing p.c. platitudes at each other to keep things from simmering over.

    Thankfully the proverbial curtain has been pulled back on this, with Donald Trump unknowingly providing the minor spark to a powderkeg that we’ve been sitting on for many years. And I don’t want to overstate that anything particular about his still-murky platform is actually responsible for setting these events in motion, but merely his pluckiness and iconoclasm have proved transformative. (not my favorite word, normally I hate those types of “Obamisms”) But, for good or for ill, white America has started the trek towards a showdown reckoning on their own identity, I guess we will see exactly how long that takes. (but it’s something to know that the journey has finally started)

    As Gandalf said:

    The board is set, the pieces are moving. We come to it at last…
    The great battle of our time.

  45. WARNING: Esoterica, proceed with caution!

    it’s at least partly metaphorical

    The devil is not a metaphor. Neither is god.

    The devil is everything that goes against god. God is everything but contains the ‘seeds of his own destruction’. The devil is both opposed to and contained within god.

    But the devil is not a metaphor because god exists.

    We talk about god and the devil in metaphorical terms – but if someone is enlightened enough, or takes enough acid, those metaphorical terms are transcended.

    The point being that the devil can very much be met in person. He is not a person per se, but people are possessed and moved by forces beyond their own, all the time it happens. It is happening right now, to some ones and many.

    Those forces are playing out because we understand them. We understand them because they are playing out. How can it possibly be otherwise?

    If it is otherwise, that would imply that our entire edifice of thought and language does not work.

    Does this make sense? I am not sure that it does.

    The idea is simply that a perfect metaphor is actually not a metaphor at all. And that the devil is so often understood and relegated to a metaphor because it is a perfect metaphor.

    But the perfect metaphor is analogue reality.

  46. We are at the Crossroads. This is where it counts.

    It is in this first week of March 2016 that the Fate of our Nation is decided.

    If Trump wins convincingly this week, and all indications are that he will, it will be an injection of metabolic superchargers straight into the ass muscles of white America.

  47. “Thankfully the proverbial curtain has been pulled back on this, with Donald Trump unknowingly providing the minor spark to a powderkeg that we’ve been sitting on for many years. And I don’t want to overstate that anything particular about his still-murky platform is actually responsible for setting these events in motion, but merely his pluckiness and iconoclasm have proved transformative.”

    I don’t know why you (and yours, so to speak) think that about Trump. But then, I sort-of do know: you’re so disillusioned and bordering on desperate that you’re looking past clearly evident warning signs and other sobering indicators and projecting something onto him that isn’t there —– sort of doing anything to get some kinda spark ignited, no?

    I like him more than I do that nutbag Cruz, who’s a true psychopath and pathological liar; and more than Rubio, who is a neophyte empty suit. Trump is a classic narcissistic projectionist; he doesn’t even have a real personality, nor its attendant convictions toward anything! (in our modern age, that is actually a helpful attribute, it creates a media-geared pragmatism that classic humanistic souls often shudder away from).

    To get to the point, there is no reason whatsoever to believe that Trump has one iota of conviction in rescinding Cathedralist aims and ambitions. And his labor and economic history and goals are squarely at odds with your interests.

    I say he wouldn’t even properly countenace the alt-right agenda and its attendant arguments; his megalomania wouldn’t even follow your logic hypothetically….. IDK, my perceptions on this are based in having seen fame and notoriety in others fairly up close; there is a real pathology to internationally branded celebrityhood and iconry that is very hardcore and evidently consistent —— and Trump in large part is the template for that late 20th-century pheonomenon.

    I do think he’s tapped into that malcontent ethos you mentioned in your comment. Perhaps that is his genius: he gathers up fealty from the masses who share a collective animus toward our ‘here and now” —– even though there is no consensus whatsoever of what they practically see and get behind in the object of their fealty.

  48. But then, I sort-of do know: you’re so disillusioned and bordering on desperate that you’re looking past clearly evident warning signs and other sobering indicators and projecting something onto him that isn’t there —– sort of doing anything to get some kinda spark ignited, no?

    LOL, isn’t that what we all do with Presidents today? Even Barry Soetoro described himself as a “blank screen” on which his followers project all of their hopes and dreams surrounding a variety of causes. It’s called politics, man.

    To get to the point, there is no reason whatsoever to believe that Trump has one iota of conviction in rescinding Cathedralist aims and ambitions

    I never said that he did, I don’t remember claiming that he is running under the alt-right party banner, rather than the GOP. See my quote about how nothing particular in his platform is inherently a saving grace to the alt-right cause — because he really doesn’t have a platform. But one thing he does have is money, which insulates him from having to prostrate himself to PC idolatry. But he doesn’t need to have a platform that is 100% modeled on alt-right blogger-dogma to be able to unknowingly trigger a movement much larger than himself, or his own ideas.

    And anyway I don’t think you’re paying close attention to Trump. At a rally yesterday he started saying “All Lives Matter” – an utterance so heinous that Zuckerberg just banned his employees from utilizing the phrase, of course. And today some MSM reporter tried to tie him up with some idiotic, out-of-the-blue question about David Duke endorsing him from afar and he didn’t even play their game, brushing it off completely (and rightfully so) instead of groveling his way through the standard sequence of perfunctory “anti-racist” platitudes our politicians have been conditioned to spew out automatically on queue like Pavlovian rats.

    His rise is going to bring many, many social issues to come to a head. Like I said, he’s pulled back the curtain on many things that core America was too scared to question before. But his own ideas and beliefs are of secondary importance – what he’s really done is remind a slumbering people that they still deserve and have the right to think for themselves.

  49. “But his own ideas and beliefs are of secondary importance – what he’s really done is remind a slumbering people that they still deserve and have the right to think for themselves.”

    Ok, I could see that. My observations and criticisms about Trump weren’t necessarily responses to your views; I noted your ambivalence about him.

    But as far as your theory about him being a trigger for a larger anti-p.c. catharsis? That’s where I think you guys put too much faith in him. Why? because he’s ultimately so indifferent to the issues you’re talking about, that he’s just as capable of triggering a p.c. onslaught as he is a p.c. backlash. Yeah, he’s personally that indifferent.

    For instane, I could see some media controversey in which the press is pushing the racism charge on him, and Trump responding by doing something like, say, choosing ‘Amarosa’ as a running mate —– e.g., I’m saying Trump that oblivious to this retro-white Zeitgeist you’re claiming he could ignite that he very well could do the opposite, merley by indulging his usual blind narcissistic folly with typical gusto.

    I’m’ saying he’s too blind and random and ultimately indifferent to the Red Pill reversion you’re hoping he somehow, even blindly, instigates. I mean, on its face that “Amarosa” scenario I just ventured sounds absurd. But given Trump, is it really that impossible? And if it did happen, wouldn’t that obliterate, even if incidentally, what you’re hoping his candidacy would trigger?
    So be careful what you wish for.

  50. If Trump wins convincingly this week, and all indications are that he will, it will be an injection of metabolic superchargers straight into the ass muscles of white America.

    What he said. ^^^^

    You see, Nik, it’s better to ride out and meet your fate head-on rather than lurk in the hills hoping to avoid a fight. It’s more manly and fitting, I can illustrate 🙂

    Fell deeds awake: fire and slaughter!
    Spear shall be shaken, shield be splintered,
    A sword-day, a red day….. ere the sun rises!

  51. I’m’ saying he’s too blind and random and ultimately indifferent to the Red Pill reversion you’re hoping he somehow, even blindly, instigates. I mean, on its face that “Amarosa” scenario I just ventured sounds absurd. But given Trump, is it really that impossible?

    Yeah, he’s a definite loose canon if he actually gets elected.

    I only saw Omarosa a small amount but I’ve gotta think that she was coached on how to act that way by producers…. and watching everyone on that that show I’m inclined to think that they had open access to liquor in the back before taping, as is common on Maury Povich or Jerry Springer.

    Even I marveled at how shamelessly the producers catered to “the Nikcrit ethnic demo” in this commercial…

    Well, they didn’t do the best job of it – if that Paul Reiser lookalike married that already quite light woman (reminds me of the nerdy girl from A Different World) the offspring would be shiny high yellow or could maybe pass.

  52. Elk: I will not start my seedlings until the middle of the month, but March 21 is the deadline.
    I would love to plant a garden this year, but I don’t know how my job is going to go and if I will have to move to another city again to take another one. Same with getting a cat, among other things. Making real friends. Wish I could be secure enough to put down some roots in a community. Damn what our forefathers threw away. Meow.
    Elk: Does that about cover most of it, is that enough meat for ya there, Heretic Phi.
    You have better.
    Elk: Well, we will see who is remembered.
    […]
    Is there some other blog where Heretic Phi is writing something worthwhile?

    I have delusions I should start my own blog. A lot of original ideas, but I don’t know if anyone would read them or care. Probably just get my life and career ruined for nothing.
    The nature of dissidents as independent thinkers: too many chiefs and not enough injuns. Everyone wants to be a big intellectual, no one wants to be a follower or is praised for doing so, unlike Political Correctards. Maybe our writings will be taught to future generations in school! If I started a blog would you come and comment there to inflate my discussion threads? I’ll remember you.
    The Fame of a Dead Man’s Deeds, and such.

    Brave warriors we are, dying for our cause, committing acts of great heroism, commenting on threads. Will we be remembered?
    PA: One correction: Sam Francis (not Dixon) Aww ssshnot. One ‘a them gentlemen is dead and the other still alive, as I recall. I ought’a pay more attention at least out of respect.
    Sam Francis is a bit before my time. But fortunately, he’s remembered.

  53. The theme that i will continue to harp on, is the difficulties that white people have to live up to, in a social environment, and more broadly a historical context, in which the roles that are defined for them are not adequate.

    How do White Men go about living heroic lives. The Charge of the Rohirrim is a great metaphor – except it is not a metaphor!

    During normal times, “un-interesting times”, such heroic codes might not be as missed. After all, in the simple day-to-day, it is usually clear enough what needs to be done.

    But in these times, we are missing those heroic measures. A lot of people, aspiring men for instance, would like to do something like get on a horse and charge into battle. But that seems not to be a possibility. We are waiting, waiting, waiting, and for what. Waiting for something we don’t know what.

    That is how i feel, a lot of the time, anyways. There is the famous book, Waiting for Godot, which i never read, but i understand it is an existential staple, and in any case it has entered into the contemporary mythos which IS based on that existential dilemma of not being able and or willing to act. Or rather that all actions … are the wrong ones … and at the same time, not acting is inadequate.

    This existential dilemma is the white man’s problem. For some reason it is particular to the white man. By way of contrast see the young black males featured in the youtube video about the MARTA, upthread: “You ride the MARTA bitch” or whatever it is they are saying.

    Those guys are livin it up, having the time of their lives: literally, having the time of their lives. Having, the Time, of Their, Lives.

    Whereas white people are not having the time that makes up their lives. Somehow the time is slipping them by, because they don’t know what to do with their selves in this life.

    Whereas those black guys, the life that is available to them, is adequate and satisfying to their (limited) existential nature. The available life suits them just fine – see their happy faces. They are dancing and having fun for god’s sake.

  54. We are waiting, waiting, waiting, and for what. Waiting for something we don’t know what.
    … There is the famous book, Waiting for Godot, which i never read, but i understand it is an existential staple, and in any case it has entered into the contemporary mythos which IS based on that existential dilemma of not being able and or willing to act.

    I’ve read it, English and French. I wrote several papers on it in higher-level French classes and it is quite a work, it’s highly relevant to what we’ve been discussing here and this never would’ve occurred to me until you mentioned it. It’s full of classic religious allusions to give a sense of gravity, too. And while Beckett surely didn’t intent for his work to address the needs of our current alt-right 50 years later, the work clearly uses absurd conversation to decry the malaise of modernity and its “identity paralysis” just as you’ve described.

    Now that you’ve mentioned Theater of the Absurd, “The Zoo Story” by Edward Albee is another much-heralded work that is also very fitting if you get time to check it out. Albee often showcased his plays alongside Samuel Beckett.

    But I always connect these identity crises and fits of confusion and self-doubt back to biology – any time humans are disconnected from the environment in which they evolved they are forced to adapt, become something else, or die out. The cuckservative malaise that has afflicted the mind of core Americans for 20 years is causing a brief Edward Munch “Scream” moment but with a little courage the universal spark for self-preservation should kick in here shortly.

    And if you can relate to my Tolkien reference, I’d also direct you to another passage concerning the Ents. They had long, endless debates on getting involved in the war against Sauron after centuries of isolation, before they finally decide that it’s better to jump into the war headlong rather than sit back on your heels leaving the fighting to others and hoping to escape to refuge after refuge.

    From “The Two Towers”:

    ‘Of course, it is likely enough, my friends,’ he [Treebeard] said slowly, ‘likely enough that we are going to our doom: the last march of the Ents. But if we stayed home and did nothing, doom would find us anyway, sooner or later. That thought has long been growing in our hearts; and that is why we are marching now. It was not a hasty resolve. Now at least the last march of the Ents may be worth a song.’

  55. You take some of the most important givens…

    No personal solution to collective descent.

    An always foreboding desire for sexual autonomy, ie., no sexual restraint imposed from above, below or from the sides.

    You cannot save your own soul.

    A DEEP AND UNSPOKEN aversion for Perfection.

    A toxic bias for intellectual [flight] over righteous fight.

    And now one can “see” some clearly defined directions in which to RE-orientate.

  56. If THE ONLY DIRECTIONS are separation, eradication or annihilation, IT IS CLEAR that “white” male HAS CHOSEN annihilation!!!

    He WILL NOT separate BECAUSE he is not wS AT THE END OF THE DAY… The only “thing” that can SUSTAIN true separation.

    And HE WILL NOT eradicate the very thing he imagines is “parasitic” and subsequently impervious to rational persuasion, ie., demands eradication BEFORE “it” eats you out of house and home.

    And so HE WILL passively self-annihilate in a million different acts of increasely degenerating “freedoms.”

  57. PA… Although I wasn’t directing these points at you or your blog, the most simplistic answer is that you deny being a genuine wS… And really THAT IS ALL IT TAKES to psychologically dis-orientate the high IQ “white” male.

  58. PA… As I’ve said before, I believe you to be emblematic of genuine wS… But if you deny this, you deny this to your own detriment. I’m just a messenger.

    [I’m not denying it. -PA]

  59. PA… This is good BECAUSE the ontological absurdity of high IQ white man DENYING objective Supremacy TO THE POINT of pathological deracination is, in effect, “our” one true enemy.

  60. Great once again.

    – I put a note saying “NO” underneath my wine rack in an attempt to cue myself not to go for the extra drinks.

    – Humanity of itself conveys a kind of puppy dog kindness. Intelligence devoid of humanity is cold, if not evil (knowledge of good and evil is needed to be truly evil). The combination of the two is what I think may be sensed in the eyes. It suggests thoughtfulness and experience with struggle.

    -Do you think Merkel will meet such an end, or is it simply the projection of a desire?

    [Treason and genocide are very serious crimes. Nobody expected to see Nicolae and Elena Ceausescu against a wall until it happened. -PA]

  61. It’s primary time for me tomorrow. Trump’s going to bust all predictions and get 45-50% here in Georgia.

    Out of doubt, out of dark to the day’s rising
    I came singing in the sun, sword unsheathing.
    To hope’s end I rode and to heart’s breaking:
    Now for wrath, now for ruin and a red nightfall.

  62. Camlost…

    My target market is high IQ “white” self-annihilator… Aka “nerd” in old-school parlance… Generally autistic… Biased towards statistics and equations… Prone to existential uncertainty… Sensitive to information overload… Prolific in the area of suicidal ideation… More often than not sexually degenerating…

    AND…

    The most definitive open-source AUTHORS of the Narrative (along with their Jewish anti-wS “fellow travelers”).

  63. Oh… Did I mention these high IQ “white” self-annihilators are also OCD with NO concept of objective Supremacy. These high IQ “white” self-annihilators are literally stuck in a total redundancy BY DESIRE.

  64. PA…

    It’s not “genocide” and “treason” if the masses desire what devout dyke desires. It’s only a naturally colluding Liberalism.

  65. Suburban_Elk: in a social environment, and more broadly a historical context, in which the roles that are defined for them are not adequate.
    How do White Men go about living heroic lives….

    Meat.
    How do White men go about leading heroic lives? Do we pick up an AK and go all Dylan Roof? Nah, that guy was a “loser”. But he was braver than I am. He acted. What’s my excuse? He didn’t make things better. “Excused.” But it’s not enough…

    The “Game” answer is,
    Heroes define their own roles.
    During normal times, “un-interesting times”, such heroic codes might not be as missed. After all, in the simple day-to-day, it is usually clear enough what needs to be done.
    I assume you allude to that (supposed) ancient Chinese curse, though Wikipedia says it’s not.
    But then, is it clear, after all? Were the 1950’s “uninteresting times”? Was that enough for us?
    But in these times, we are missing those heroic measures. A lot of people, aspiring men for instance,
    Aspiring men.
    Heh.
    We are waiting, waiting, waiting, and for what. Waiting for something we don’t know what.
    That is how i feel, a lot of the time, anyways.

    It’s not about your feelings. We’re all damn sick of waiting.
    For what?
    The best theory I’ve heard, is we’re waiting for someone from within the system to give us permission to act. Per Covington. Ain’t going to happen.
    Not even Trump. His success is based on selling White America himself as the solution. But he can’t do it for us. We have to do it.
    …that existential dilemma of not being able and or willing to act. Or rather that all actions … are the wrong ones … and at the same time, not acting is inadequate.
    This existential dilemma is the white man’s problem. For some reason it is particular to the white man.
    Is it particular to the White man?
    This is the problem our big ol’ Aryan brains gotta solve. We must act, but… how?

  66. thordaddy:
    He WILL NOT separate BECAUSE he is not wS AT THE END OF THE DAY… The only “thing” that can SUSTAIN true separation.
    I don’t believe this. I can entertain the possibility, but would need to be convinced.

  67. Heretic Phi…

    Which part don’t you believe? That the “white” self-annihilator will not separate from his milieu of perpetuating self-annihilation? Or that wS is the only “thing” capable of sustaining a separation from this self-annihilating morass? Or, you just reject the whole paradigm? You just “see” pure “genocide” of the “white race” with no real PERSONAL solution?

  68. Heretic Phi…

    Remember…

    “We” HATE the nigger and the Jewish anti-white Supremacist and the homodyke and the jihadist BECAUSE these archetype self-annihilators FALSELY scream “genocide” against wS per an “any means necessary” ethos. This loosely connected cabal now represents a literal display of “the boy who cried wolf.”

    So now, “our” side mimics the diabolical blood libel IN A FIT of rival egalitarianism… Matches radical autonomy with radical autonomy… Hides “our” MYRIAD of self-annihilating tendencies SO THAT the perpetuating of the “white” self-annihilator is not thwarted One iota.

    And all this for the purpose of high IQ “white” male, aka “nerd,” from HAVING TO CONVERT to genuine white Supremacy WHERE their intellects will be subordinated to a more spirited white man.

  69. ThordaddyL “Or that wS is the only “thing” capable of sustaining a separation from this self-annihilating morass?”

    This one. I rejected wS from the outset many years ago.
    All I saw was a genocidal population replacement program to systematically replace my people and deny us the right to exist, to have a future, to speak on our own behalf, or even to to say our own name.

    And I saw a cabal of hypocrites crying bullshit about horrible rayciss’ who think they’re “better” than non-whites, who want to put brown people down to feel better about themselves, and to blame someone different than them for their personal failings in life. Supremacism has always been a phony strawman to silence discussion of what is happening to us, and has essentially nothing to do with it. I’m mostly NS (with a few libertarian caveats) and I’m not even wS.

    I don’t assume that anyone claiming to be wS is a plant, but it’s always in the back of my mind.

  70. Heretic Phi…

    Very well… But this is a feature and not a bug. So to be at the top of the race-realist hierarchy JUST IS to be accused of being “cryptojew.” And at the same time, the method in which the boldest white men are kept in check by the Narrative (of Jewish “supremacy”). But if you would have read closely, you would have discovered that ALL the most prolific “white supremacists” from Rockwell to Pierce to Covington to Duke NEVER CLAIMED TO BE genuine white Supremacist. NEVER. AND EVEN NOW, all “white supremacists” are simply labeled as such by the zeitgeist and not self-identified as such whether this be Dylann Roof or Donald Trump. IN FACT, most of the “white supremacists” above are claimed national socialists. And so the reality as you have made clear above is that National Socialism and white Supremacy are not equal. In other words, Hitler was no white Supremacist. Hitler, as all the others above, was ACTUALLY an anti-white Supremacist, BUT none seem to be or have been “cryptojews.”

    A reframe would have you contemplate the greatest of white spiritual warrior as ipso facto a genuine white Supremacist. This reframe would also have you see a nation of socialists that is MRKA circa 2016. So “we” already have national socialism… “We” already have a “credit where credit is not due” operating paradigm. To then CONFINE THIS CORRUPT MANNER of operation to just the white race is no step in the right direction.

  71. “at the top of the race-realist hierarchy JUST IS to be accused of being “cryptojew.”’
    I don’t believe you are a “cryptojew”. I will not get into asking you to define “top”.
    However, even I must acknowledge Ramzpaul’s characterization of NS as cointelpro and less than helpful as undeniable, as most of the people who pick up the banner arrived here from the wrong path. Since I can see how the same would be true of wS I’m not prepared to discount it, in both cases. If the quality of the men who believe in an idea at any point in history are an accurate metric of it’s truth, we should have given up long ago. I totally understand why as an NS I’m not welcome at an AR conference, because they want to maintain a minimum quality standard of attendees, even though I’m not what they’re aiming to keep out.
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    “And at the same time, the method in which the boldest white men are kept in check by the Narrative”
    You can make a claim for boldness. I can mock the Republicucks squealing “I’m not racist, but…”, then I can hardly sit here and proudly declare I’m “not a supremacist,” to appease liberals. But I deny Supremacism for different reasons as Republicucks deny racism; it’s not intellectual cowardice. It’s not denial of first principles. Or I would hardly be NS. The first 4 men you name have all influenced me, and I agree with you characterization of them as “NS yes mostly, wS not really”.
    “Hitler, as all the others above, was ACTUALLY an anti-white Supremacist,”
    Eh? Lost you there.
    “A reframe would have you contemplate the greatest of white spiritual warrior as ipso facto a genuine white Supremacist.”
    That’s a strong argument – I can see that the “ideal man” would likely be wS, and then the argument that that is the path I should aspire to.

    But I am not an ideal man, and if one dares to champion supremacism and not be an ass then one should damn near be perfect oneself. Most people can’t be, so it’s not useful at this time as a political weapon to meet our ends, even if it could be useful as a spiritual end on a personal level.
    “MRKA”
    Say what?

    Anyhow, do me a favor. Are you able to define wS in a few sentences, or point me to where you have already done so?

    I’d maybe use a few abbreviations so as not to attract attacks against PA. And uh, maybe do it in a different thread so it’s not as obvious what it is. While the discussion we’ve been having is generally beyond their comprehension, as is most of this blog, I worry that what I just asked for might attract SJW’s like flies on shit as exactly what they’re looking for to believe they should be outraged about.

  72. One bloody typo. RRRG.
    “at the top of the race-realist hierarchy JUST IS to be accused of being “cryptojew.”’
    I don’t believe you are a “cryptojew”. I will not get into asking you to define “top”.
    However, even I must acknowledge Ramzpaul’s characterization of NS as cointelpro and less than helpful as undeniable, as most of the people who pick up the banner arrived here from the wrong path. Since I can see how the same would be true of wS I’m not prepared to discount it, in both cases. If the quality of the men who believe in an idea at any point in history are an accurate metric of it’s truth, we should have given up long ago. I totally understand why as an NS I’m not welcome at an AR conference, because they want to maintain a minimum quality standard of attendees, even though I’m not what they’re aiming to keep out.

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    “And at the same time, the method in which the boldest white men are kept in check by the Narrative”

  73. This was an exchange that took place here a couple of months back, dealing with how awards for stage-set design range in scope from ‘metaphorical’ to how closely they conform to ‘narrative realism”:

    “I don’t see how that fits into a play for the stage – too intellectual, too much in the head, not enough action.”

    That’s a good point, but the subject has been broached and responded to in modern theater; there are lots of plays in which the stage setting is more metaphorical and symbolic than strictly utilitarian and catering to narrative realism.

    Here’s a good article I came across that details how that dynamic is being improved upon in 21st-century theatrical and other-performance stage design:

    http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2016/03/28/es-devlins-stages-for-shakespeare-and-kanye

  74. I’m sorry; this is the proper formatting for the previous comment:

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    This was an exchange that took place here a couple of months back, dealing with how awards for stage-set design range in scope from ‘metaphorical’ to how closely they conform to ‘narrative realism:

    elk: “I don’t see how that fits into a play for the stage – too intellectual, too much in the head, not enough action.”

    nikcrit: That’s a good point, but the subject has been broached and responded to in modern theater; there are lots of plays in which the stage setting is more metaphorical and symbolic than strictly utilitarian and catering to narrative realism.”

    Here’s a good article I came across that details how that dynamic is being improved upon in 21st-century theatrical and other-performance stage design:

    http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2016/03/28/es-devlins-stages-for-shakespeare-and-kanye

  75. From the New Yorker article cited:

    “Set design now has its historians, but, in many ways, it is an art form still awaiting its theorists. “

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  77. I was the type I sort of drinker until age 48 or so, then became type II for 7 years or so. I went onto Buproprion (Wellbutrin) for problems with concentration and to my surprise it turned me back to a type I drinker. Buproprion bumps up levels of two neurotransmitters, serotonin and norepinephrine. I strongly suspect that alcoholics are deficient in one or both of these two.

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