A cry in the wilderness. The era of degeneracy is over — Trump showed us that we don’t have to live like this. I took this photo at a New York City hipster bar late last summer. And the words of the prophets are written on bathroom walls:
“Être.” Whites are the Apollonian race that launches rockets into space, explores the depths of the oceans, creates the most magnificent art, and in general, consistently advances humanity out of its chthonic origins, as a reader once put it. Yes, we are a race of dreamers who work to realize our loftiest visions. I wonder, though, if in valorizing progress we blunder into the place that Suburban_elk warns us about: are we defined by our suburbs, malls, by our traffic fumes? Are space travel and engineering triumphs as such only different in degree from securing comfortable shopping for princess? The answer to who are we — and why we must continue to be — is elusive beyond the tautological 14 Words. Do we exist to create and produce things and is defiance of nature the meaning of life? Not if you put it that way, is the smart answer.
There is a scene in Kieślowski’s “Red,” in which Irene Jacob’s character tells her confidante, a cynical retired judge, that her younger brother is a heroin addict and she wants to help. His advice to her: Être. Just be. She’s confused by his answer, so he repeats: être.
This conversation is not over.
Glut. Let’s mow our own fucking lawns. I didn’t see any Salvadoran landscapers in 1983. A friend’s dad talked to the homeowners’ association and signed a contract to mow the community property on his riding mower for a nice wads of cash, of which my friend got a cut for helping. The lie that we don’t have enough low skill laborers… we have plenty. If there aren’t enough restaurant workers, then we need fewer but better restaurants. What we do have is a pumping-in of glut workers to sustain a glut of shit-factories, all in neoliberalism’s race to the ugly bottom.
Police. They make anarcho-tyranny work. Remember those riots in which Swedish police cracked down on native neighborhood watch patrols. The effective purpose of police is to protect them from us. And the globalists keep turning up the heat and pressing down on the lid.
Rebirth. Or, nationalism’s renaissance men. Be your best self. The Red Pill blogs — manosphere, pick-up, White nationalism, neoreaction — converged on a wholesale rejection of neoliberal virtues: tolerance, supplication, political correctness (lies), nihilism, ignorance. Do you even lift? The Alt-Right’s discussions had set us on our quests for individual masculine excellence, on up to making America great again.
Who are you? This commercial for New Zealand’s Steinlager beer is at least a decade old but it dramatizes the culminating events. Make sure you view it to its very last frame. This video shows… a lot of the thing that we believe in.
Part 4 of this series mused on the relations between men and women.