The wind has changed direction. Commenter quixotic over at Le Château puts the ascendant Zeitgeist into words and I am quoting a fragment of his comment here:
But redpilled thinking cannot be broken. If the fucking internet went out tonight and never returned, I know the men on this site would continue on living by the same principles. They would recognize each other on the street without a word ever spoken. They would be the guy across the bar who sees what you see and knows what will happen next before a fight breaks out. And that TERRIFIES the left.
Because in the end, these are just words. But they represent something greater than words. That something is in our genes, our very existence. We are programmed by nature/God to seek truth and beauty and abhor ugliness. You cannot TRICK me into agreeing that something ugly is beautiful. That something corrupt is innocent. Because that feeling in my gut will always be there to guide me.
We could just end the post right here, but those words spurred me to think about how we recognize and network with each other.
Promoting atomization is how they try to pull the nation-wrecking over on us. As Roosh’s recent try at coordinating a worldwide happy hour meetup has shown, the system will not tolerate Alt-Right’s in-person activities on a visible scale. On the other hand, low-key private meetups among bloggers and commenters are outside of most people’s comfort zone for reasons of anonymity. The model I recommend at this time is to communicate among each other as we’ve been doing, openly on line — and network in real life with regular people who are not involved in Alt-Right discussions. Being atomized is a weakness but its up-side, decentralization, gives us the multi-headed hydra’s power of antifragility.
Below are some thoughts about opportunities we have for communicating with others to build social cohesion among ourselves beyond our normal network of friends and family, many of whom may well be dispersed geographically:
Red-pilled strangers. You’ve had the experience like mine on the subway last week: the cute college girl catches your eye as you stand there in the moving car. Your attention then goes elsewhere until you catch her stealing glances at you. You notice your own reflection in a glass partition and you see what she sees: pure supremacy. If you’re single, it’s game-on, Shitlord. Whatever your individual strengths and weaknesses, she instinctually recognizes you as an awakened White man. It’s in the eyes. Chances are, you will run into someone else like you, another red-pilled stranger. We have a look. Eyes forward, not down. That look of having shaken off the sleepyhead.
Friends and family. I’ve long ago stopped getting into political debates with people I know because it’s pointless, and sometimes unnecessarily alienating. The Red Pill is a bitter one and not everyone can handle its taste at full dose. The way to guide someone in our direction is to recognize that he is in fact looking for a discussion and show that you are open to it. Then ask him questions and listen to his thoughts, holding back when tempted to dispense too much knowledge at once.
Complex dialectic is best saved for fellow red-pilled folks because someone who is new to our thinking will forget the wonkier points later. Short, quippy summations are more effective with newbs because they are memorable and they define the big picture. Example:
A questioning friend: “Why is it bad to let women vote?”
You: “Because men vote for liberty and women vote for tyranny.”
Friend: “How so?”
You: “Women instinctively submit to power. So whichever party appears to be dominant, especially if its rule is heavy-handed and its figurehead is charismatic, women will support that party. Men are less risk-averse, we chafe under overbearing authority, and we take a longer view of things.”
Friend: “So why are our governments doing this to us? What’s their motive?”
You: “White men hang tyrants. Muds stab each other over sneakers.”
Talk to your neighbors. Break outside of your comfort zone and talk with them; being introverted is no excuse. Don’t lead off with politics, just talk about the weather, be pleasant, make them want to talk to you next time they see you. Some of your neighbors feel isolated. This could especially be the case if you live in modest circumstances on the raw edge of diversity, such as in a lower-end apartment complex.
Blue collar contractors. I once started a conversation with a man in line at a convenience store. He told me he owns a father-son licensed roofing company, and it so happened that I was researching companies the job. I took his phone number, had him over for an estimate, and hired him to replace my roof. He and his son did an excellent job, including repairing an unanticipated hidden problem that a big-company contractor would not have done without a delay and additional charges.
Working outside of the corporate services provider matrix makes things more honest and they work without the pressure of upselling unnecessary work. Not all self-employed contractors are trustworthy, competent or insured, so do your due diligence and trust your gut. To support our community economically, I always go with White providers of services.
Fellow parents. If you have young children, join activities and make friends with other parents. Looking ahead to your children’s marriage, there is a scarcity of young men who have their act together and young women who are wife-material. It’s good to have inroads to connect your kids with high-value potential partners. Even if they ultimately date and marry via their own social network, your association with good families will have set for them expectations of quality.
Irritating strangers. Impatient with a White dude blocking your way, embarrassed by another who draws snickers from multicultural onlookers? Let go of your irritation. He’s our brother.
Don’t pollute. Do not bring non-Whites to family events or to parks, venues, or events that are implicitly ours. Spaces that we find pleasant are that way because we create and maintain them. It’s our community, our social capital and our place to be who we are.
There is a handful of people I know in real life who read this and related blogs. As interesting as good comment threads are, talking about these ideas in person is exquisitely satisfying. When we have a country of our own, we will all buy each each other a beer.