Nationalist Männerbund Rap

What’s Friday afternoon if not a time to plan your weekend training? Nationalist videos provide aspirational images, and I like the ones below because they feature men as representatives of a culture, part of a larger trend of doing away with showboating the beauty of their women. There are many Eastern European nationalist anthems on YouTube because those countries have patriot youth cultures emerging from their working classes.

A few words about Slavic rap. It’s an appropriated musical form and as is always the case, the borrower of an artistic style remakes it in his own image. For example, different races do rhythm differently. For Whites, the fundamentals are warrior-wiring, with heavy metal and even dubstep beats evoking martial drills.

Stolniygrad is a Russian rapper whose songs promote the physical health of individual men and of White Europe. All of his videos have English subtitles. In “Grab the Axe” below, he tells that his story began when vigilantes beat him up for being a drug addict. Männerbund protects the community and enforces its standards. They kill a drug dealer. The refrain:

Grab your axe, purge your district
Don’t be afraid of the criminal scum

They transport the drug dealer to a forest and execute him there. A tangential thought: there is something in the northeast European soul — Scandinavians, Finns, Slavs, Balts — that finds a home in our primeval forest. Forests have been our sustenance and shelter. Home Army partisants in World War II operated from there. In his autobiographical Native Realm, Czeslaw Milosz writes about that same feeling of spiritual home he’s always found in Lithuanian forests, beginning with his childhood memories of evading soldiers and border guards on smuggling forays with his parents during the 1920 Polish-Soviet war.

The next video is similar in style, and it’s from Poland. It condemns globalist press (the video shows the burning of Gazeta Wyborcza, a premier Jewish-owned newspaper), as well as the torching of the European Union flag:

Instead of a white Eagle, little EU stars?!

The video also has English subtitles. In addition to social themes and explicit White pride lyrics, as with the Russian video before, the song and the video centers on physical training, camaraderie, and personal excellence. From the refrain:

If you don’t ride [with us]
If you don’t train
Then the fuck remember
That you don’t count

Those videos are about hammering down on the thought that’s on the minds of every woke young man throughout the West: who are you? what do you believe? How do you secure your freedom today and your future tomorrow, those two being somewhat in opposition to each other?

A personal takeaway from these videos: I will not go half-ass at the gym this evening. A broader takeaway: anti-empire spirit is growing worldwide, no less so in Eastern Europe. The photo below is from a pan-Slavic march in Warsaw. It featured a number of European flags, pro-Serbian banners about Kosovo, an Iranian flag, as well as a Confederate flag. Nation recognizes nation.


The Defectives And The Left

Rubashov looked at him attentively through his pince-nez; he had not noticed before that the boy stammered. “Curious,” he thought, “this is the third case in a fortnight. We have a surprising number of defectives in the Party. Either it is because of the circumstances under which we work — or the movement itself promotes a selection of defectives.”

That is from a dialogue in Arthur Koestler’s “Darkness at Noon” (1940). Rubashov is a fictional Soviet agent in 1938 Germany, in the above scene disciplining a young leader of a local Communist cell. The author juxtaposes the observation about defectives with the sudden appearance of a uniformed SS-man:

A tall young man in the uniform of the black bodyguard of the régime had entered the room with his girl. The girl was a buxom blonde; he held her round her broad hip, her arm lay on his shoulder. They paid no attention to Rubashov and his companion and stopped in front of the trumpeting angels, with their backs to the sofa.

Every woman adores a fascist, and every man wants a beautiful woman but she lies behind barriers to entry. People can overcome some kinds of flaws or bad luck through self-appraisal and action, but that’s difficult — as is acceptance, where there’s no remedy. It’s easier to metastasize a personal grievance into a morality play in which society oppresses a third-party class of people who stand in as an avatar for one’s personal victimhood, all that scaling-up of a private unhappiness to rationalize one’s passive resentment as noble. A Social Justice Warrior is born.

“Why do philosophy majors look so weird?” a girl asked as we walked across a college campus. “Because having cool friends and being good at sports is difficult. Growing a Lenin goatee to signal that you’re deep is easy,” I replied. Being the most feeble of our stock, SJWs rush after the the Left’s mirage of a shortcut to power. That’s how the alpha-ambition-without-the-alpha-goods personality accounts for the profusion of gamma males on the Left.

The uncommon hardy Leftist is in it for the street violence as an end in itself, not so much for radical politics, and Antifa is where the consequence-free action’s at. But even the fellow in the video below (he appears at 2:52) admits to having done a 180 conversion from his past White nationalism. Radical change of philosophical underpinnings points to a lack of psychological grounding, rare instances of scales falling from one’s eyes aside. Healthy people’s views evolve, rather than flip polarity.

Two Kinds Of Girls

I went to Starbucks with my son for some pastries and drinks (I don’t patronize the company but someone gave me a gift card). The evening’s ambiance was pleasant, with alt-something music playing and a smattering of older adults here and there. There were also two groups of young women.

The first thing you notice on a healthy girl is the luster of her hair. At a table we passed there were three pleasant-looking high school girls, one of them downright luminous. They were not one iota different from the ones I went to high school with. Each new generation is a marker of time that counts off the passage of centuries.

After getting our order, we sat on a couch near a table with two college-aged girls, who in a counterpoint to the girleens’ timeless femininity, marked the idiosyncrasy of our own era. The chubby one vindicated the cliché with her blue hair. The other was more normal-looking but had an argumentative face and wore oversized glasses. They were just wrapping up their conversation about President Trump. I won’t hold you in suspense: they were against him.

Men pick up on the aura of an unbalanced psyche. They were female gammas, analogous to their male counterparts in their self-sabotaging alpha ambition without the alpha goods. The thin one was making me wary with her darting glances and the odd fiddling with her phone like she might try to surreptitiously take a photo of us, so I was ready to prevent that.

There is a classic movie scene that dramatizes a permanent choice that every girl makes at a key moment in her life:

TONY: Are you a nice girl or are you a cunt?
ANNETTE: Can’t I be both?
TONY: No. It’s a decision a girl’s gotta make early in life, if she’s gonna be a nice girl or a cunt.

Today that cunt might be an SJW, and likely to have a young man up on false-rape charges. The core constituency of feminism is the tragic women who had made up their minds to be dissolute with their youth and live out their days hating anyone who reminds them of what they had thrown away. One of life’s iron rules: you reap what you sow.

When it was time to go, we walked past the table with the three pretty girls and I understood that nature always persists in springing afresh. If you have a daughter, you literally have a treasure on your hands, so long as you raise her right.

To Hell With Your Fake Democracy (and your candlelight vigils too)

An excerpt from U.K. prime minister Theresa May’s speech following Wednesday’s terror attack near the Parliament:

The terrorist chose to strike at the heart of our capital city where people of all nationalities, religions and cultures come together to celebrate the values of liberty, democracy and freedom of speech. […]

“Freedom of speech”? Emma West would like a word with you. Rotherham’s dads of teenage girls and Kevin Crehan too, you vacuous marionette. British police raided people’s homes in the middle of the night over racist or anti-Muslim comments on Twitter following the murder of Lee Rigby. On phony democracies:

“If anyone in Europe should be concerned for their freedom, it is the citizens in the West. If there is any place where political correctness and criminal law prohibit speech, it is not in Poland.” –-Jarosław Kaczyński, chairman of Poland’s governing Law and Justice (PiS) party, two years ago.

More from May’s speech:

We will all move forward together, never giving in to terror and never allowing the voices of hate and evil to drive us apart.

Count me in on the side of hate. Anything but candlelight bleating. A commenter nailed that kind of eloish, empty-worded, tough-noises language Western politicians read in the wake of some latest outrage:

The purpose of the posturing from the politicians is to flood the public with estrogen to stop the testosterone from rising. This way everyone is still sitting down and puckered up for the next sucker punch. Keep repeating this process and you induce “learned helplessness” which will allow the outrages to escalate.

May I ask what “giving in to terror” would look like?

From the other side of the Hajnal line:

Poland’s prime minister drew a link on Thursday between an attack in London targeting the British parliament and the European Union’s migrant policy, saying the assault vindicated Warsaw’s refusal to take in refugees.

“I hear in Europe very often: do not connect the migration policy with terrorism, but it is impossible not to connect them,” Polish Prime Minister Beata Szydlo told private broadcaster TVN24.

I am superficially familiar with Poland’s politics but conventional wisdom seems to be that the PiS party chairman Jarosław Kaczyński (twin brother of the late President Lech Kaczyński) is the strategist and the country’s defacto political leader, with his telegenic proteges Szydło and President Andrzej Duda executing his program.

As reported by Reuters, Poland’s government has refused to accept any of the 6,200 migrants allocated to it under the European Union’s quota scheme.

That’s what a democratic government does.

Shots of Wisdom, Part 7

3 Tasks. Every White man alive today has three tasks before him: Wake up. Get his house in order. Do what he can.

Aspirational. A boy does not want to be told that it’s OK to be a slacker. A girl does not want to be told that it’s OK to dress like a stripper.

Display. Memes featuring White female beauty must be at most balanced with images of White men and when shown, they ought to highlight women’s maternal or domestic virtues. The men represent the race.

Fatherhood. Many of the older generations had failed to bond with their sons and daughters. Traditionally, culture and community picked up the slack on child-raising where fathers were too busy working. Everyone had his place and everyone had the kid’s back and each gave him a piece of his mind where needed. But when modernity disperses people, faith in the fake institutions that displaced community looks like complacency, complacency looks like abandonment, and abandonment begets retaliation. Kids today are very alone. The woke younger fathers know what their job is.

Friendship. This is hypothetical. Let’s say that a developer, in a public-private partnership, has secured the green light to cut the trees and erect multifamily housing near your home. You wish to deliver a message about polluting. Your mind is made up, the plan has been rehearsed to perfection, but you need another person’s assistance. Someone who has no responsibility toward others, likes action, and hates the Beast as much as you do. Do you have a friend who can help you?

History. I subscribe to some amount of historic determinism, in that we are bound to repeat our mistakes. Wisdom is of limited use because the young don’t learn from the old, while the old forget the urgency of youth. So maybe the reason to study history is to know who you are. Self-knowledge braces against erosion.

Immigrants. You shouldn’t feel sorry for the good ones when they have to go back. They too will put a knife in your back at first opportunity. They are friendly so long as you give but not take, and as long as you keep quiet about your natural rights. Try pulling the food bowl away from a stray dog.

Judgment. One day the boy will be 45 years old and he will judge his parents. The mother: was she kind and loving? The father: did he prepare me and tell me the truth?

Mind Over Matter. While running, imagine a hand pushing back at your chest. Then imagine a rope pulling you. Go back and forth between the two. Feels real, doesn’t it?

Pathological Altruism. That phrase glosses over centuries of extreme cruelty. Look up Jesse Washington to recall how we settle accounts with a rapist. Muh Scandinavian winters is incomplete anthropology applied to our forced playing of host to unwanted guests. A consultant who once traveled to Zimbabwe spoke effusively of the “warmth and kindness” of the native people. And he was right — gracious hospitality is normal when the host feels secure in his own land. Those same Africans are animals in Paris.

The Nordics also value prudence. To survive the winter, they tempered their altruism with censure on free-loading. It’s not pathological altruism that makes us so put-upon. As things stand today, the hosts are noticing the mess.

Progress. There is no such thing.

Unclean. “Cat” wasn’t always like this. But now she is a cheerleader for a child’s so-called gender reassignment surgery and is friends with the butcheress. A room full of people, festive mood. There are occasions when the material plane and something else intersect.

Cat and “Renee” talk about religion, with the former making an emphatic case for atheism (she wasn’t always like this) and the latter politely making an argument in support of faith. With that second glass of wine, Cat’s voice takes on an imploring note and she tells a story about a priest who was frank regarding the destination of souls. The Church, in her view, failed in its primary responsibility, which is to comfort the grieving. Renee’s husband interjects “That’s not the primary job of the Church.”

Cat’s eyes bug out, her mouth forms a silent wow just wow. But before the man can finish his sentence, which was probably that the job of the Church is to tell the truth for the purpose of saving souls, a boy — who up to that moment had been absorbed in play with other children — shouts across the room at Cat: “Are you deaf or what!?

Silence. He’s a kid who thinks before he speaks and this was out of character. Every adult in the room sits awkwardly. His father then takes him by the hand and gently tells him to apologize to his aunt. He does, looking at her warily the entire time. She accepts the apology graciously, and reaches to give him a hug. He recoils so she can’t touch him.

The Will To Live. Like trees that adjust their angle of growth to stay upright when soil underneath them shifts, so do we create homogeneous micro-habitats in own own lives. Sometimes I am in awe of ordinary people’s effortless securing of clean space, no matter the vector of the new assault. With open eyes you see it everywhere and the wellsprings of life therein. “Children should always be better-off than their parents,” hiss the blind through their perfect fake teeth. Yeah, but what if the very existence of those who follow is a victory dance in its own right?

This longest night is our trial. Some lose their minds and throw themselves into the abyss. Others trust the invisible laws that guide us toward the sun, with or without the forebrain’s consent. It’s not morning yet, whispers the boy who woke up from a nightmare.


  • Part 6 was about globalism.
  • Part 8 is about the distant sound of war

Fake News Grapple With Reality

Corporate media are experiencing catastrophic drops in paper circulation. Few people read their article online, as most have no patience for the long-running script and the unstable page display overburdened with ads. Publishers rely on headlines alone to carry the narrative. As to the various headlines, here are three on Yahoo’s aggregator this morning:

“Brute turns himself in for savage beating of man who offered to pay for meal” (New York Post)

The story touches on a frequent point of Lawrence Auster’s, White charity being met with Black savagery. He called the results of such encounters the Eloi Tax or the White Woman Tax when it involved an imprudently-trusting gesture by a woman and resulted in her death.

This is how I think it played out at the fast food restaurant in the linked story: the dollar-short Blacks made a show of neediness to the fellow-Black cashier. The misguided White man, fancying himself a good Samaritan, jabbed their pride by offering to make up the difference. Doing so, he humiliated them by changing their dynamic from an intra-black hustle into an emasculating charity case, triggering what Auster dubbed the Sudden Savage Syndrome.

“Racist signs warning of ‘white genocide’ posted at NAACP building” (Newsweek)

The cat’s out of the bag: everyone knows about White Genocide, and the media are stumbling backwards under the burden of disproving it. But the problem with trying to disprove a fact is that in doing so, one inadvertently shines a stronger light on the inconvenient truth. Should anyone click on the article, it quotes the slogan “diversity is a code-word for anti-white.”

“The Latest: Hungary’s president signs disputed asylum law” (CNS News)

A globalism-promoting publication shares the “bad news”:

The Latest on the flow of migrants into Europe (all times local): 5:45 p.m. Hungary’s president has signed a disputed law allowing all asylum-seekers, including children older than 14, to be detained in border container camps. According to the parliamentary website, President Janos Ader signed the bill on Wednesday, a national holiday in memory of Hungary’s 1848 revolution against the Habsburg empire. Ader’s endorsement of the bill came despite pleas for a veto from numerous human rights groups. The United Nations children’s agency, UNICEF, said the decision was a “deep disappointment for all those children … who will be affected by this new law.

There is no mention of the future of Hungarian children. By the way, thought I’d add this: I lived several weeks in an Austrian refugee camp in 1982. Its residents were mostly Czechs and East Germans. Maybe I’ll describe the experience here at some point.

Hungary continues to lead the way as the savior of Europe. Viktor Orban is the first head of state who successfully pushed back against EU’s kalergization of the continent, showing the world that securing one’s national sovereignty and identity is doable. His example makes it clear that contra Fake History, nothing in this world is inevitable because there is no such thing as progress.

“Fake Americans”

We have a new meme possibly with the sting of “cuckservative” — “Fake Americans.” (h/t Looking Glass at Vox Popoli). From poster b4ster on Reddit, who coined it and discovered its triggering power:

Let me preface this by saying I have friends that are cucks. I don’t hold it against them. I tend to believe they will come to their senses one day.

So I am talking with one of my cuck friends that is a Facebook shill reposting a bunch of Huffington articles. I was talking to him about his kids and school and which school they are going to attend because they go to private schools. He starts talking shit about Trump and Betsy DeVos and how they are going to ruin the school systems. And I say, “well you made your decision to go to private schools long before Trump and DeVos had any influence.” He chuckles sheepishly and says the public schools in his area suck.

So I give him a little shit and say, “Oh yeah, so you are all about open borders as long as those kids don’t go to the same schools as your kids.”


“Fake American”

And this guy that I knew and loved absolutely loses his shit on me. I am talking epic meltdown. I thought at one point he was literally going to attack me.

I don’t know what it is with the left and that label “fake.” They really really hate it. I mean #fakenews is driving them f-ing insane.

So I walked away from that conversation not really realizing I had stumbled onto something. I told my based wife and she laughed at his meltdown. Then, I told my cucked mother-in-law, who I also have a really good relationship with, and she got very upset over that term “fake.” “You can’t just throw that word around.”

Huh? So this got me scratching my head. I don’t watch CNN so maybe somehow they’ve poisoned the minds of the masses to believe that “fake” is an evil word.

So I started dropping the label “fake American” every chance I got when I knew I was talking to a leftie, in a very casual sarcastic joking manner. And you know what? Sure as shit, each and every one of them had a strong visceral response – they were TRIGGERED!

So I bring this information to this patriotic community because there is power in triggering cucks and I truly believe this “fake American” label is the mother of all triggers.

I suggest you also start using it at every chance you get, every tweet, every text, every post.

fakeamerican needs to trend on twitter. Every comment about any leftie should start with #fakeAmerican

You too will marvel at its effectiveness.

Lefties will be driven to apoplexy with “Fake Americans” shining a light on their unfaithfulness. Beyond that, the rhetoric knocks down neoliberals’ mendacious “New Swedes,” “New Finns,” and so on in reference to invader-immigrants throughout the West.

That Syrian Muslim who challenged God Emperor’s travel ban in court? Matters of U.S. Constitution do not apply in his case because he’s a Fake American.

Idle Thoughts On Cover Songs

The covering of another artist’s song is an homage to the original. Sometimes the cover eclipses its predecessor, like Jeff Buckley’s version of “Hallelujah.” Some covers reimagine the original, like Tori Amos’ take on “Smells Like Teen Spirit.” John Lennon said that “Across the Universe” is among his favorite Beatles’ songs, and the one whose lyrics rise to the level of poetry. Laibach does a fine live cover of that song.

As stories, popular songs are a witness to their time, and in inspired cases, prophets. The no-fault divorce gave powerful men a shot at younger wives and ordinary men paid the price. Kenny Rogers’ “Lucille” takes us to the late 1970s and feminism’s blitz. The narrator approaches a woman at a bar. She removes her wedding band and tells him that she’s looking for more than what she has. He then sees her husband walk in:

In the mirror, I saw him and I closely watched him
I thought how he looked out of place
He came to the woman who sat there beside me
He had a strange look on his face
The big hands were calloused, he looked like a mountain
For a minute I thought I was dead
But he started shaking, his big heart was breaking
He turned to the woman and said:

“You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille
With four hungry children and a crop in the field
I’ve had some bad times, lived through some sad times
But this time your hurting won’t heal
You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille”

The broken husband leaves, the speaker and the woman go to a motel. But he can’t perform, thinking of how he’s wronging another man. The story is set in Toledo, Ohio. That was almost forty years ago, before agribusiness, HUD-driven neighborhood wrecking, and recently, refugee resettlement. The great Waylon Jennings covers the song but his style does not do it justice. Also, none of the other performers I checked out on YouTube did the song right. In this case, the song truly belongs to the storyteller himself, Kenny Rogers.

Studying the guitar revealed to me the pleasure of watching amateur musicians cover popular songs. For example, this well done rendition of the guitar solos in Pink Floyd’s Comfortably Numb, which make me better understand David Gilmour’s. Another video shows a music class performing Dream Theater’s Pull Me Under. Great job on their part, and a fine instrumental analysis that song. Another musician performs Mother Love Bone’s Stargazer, delivering a low-key interpretation of Andrew Wood’s flamboyant original that paradoxically still expresses its spirit.

Sometimes a cover does not strive for novel interpretation. Brazilian band Fleesh replicates Roger Water’s Final Cut, amplifying the volcanic pathos of the original via a female vocalist, to good effect.

For the end of this post, I wanted to show a video of one of several youth choruses from Eastern Europe performing a popular song. But I decided to not do that, and instead have you imagine the optics and the easy synergy of an ethnically pure group of vocalists. My original intent was to leave things on an aspirational note, and it still is. We all have a clear understanding of neoliberalism, the evil of our time.

But do we always have a clear positive vision of what we could have? Showing a joyful chorus of bright-faced young people of one nation would evoke a pang of hunger: I want that! It no doubt would, but this point (as someone elsewhere put it), images of nothing but White people are like porn to us. And given the all-too-apt simile, by posting such a video I would be enabling prurient interest in things that belong to others. Those videos, while properly modest, are more beautiful than is proper to display.

If a picture is worth a thousand words, sometimes its pregnant absence and the imagination’s resulting effort to generate its own vision is worth even more. We on the AltRight know what we want, but do we always see it clearly?

And finally, last year Disturbed recorded their grim cover of “Sounds of Silence.” Interesting video too. Any meaning in those scenes of exodus?

What Are Liberals So Afraid Of?

The local public radio classical music station has excellent programming and good hosts, as they call their DJs. They had a fundraising drive recently. Yes, I kept the station on because the banter was engaging, and doing so learned that Erik Satie’s Trois Gymnopedies were revolutionary despite their simplicity because there is no progression in those pieces.

Then something made me raise an eyebrow — a caller pledges a generous sum and compliments the station’s hosts for keeping the listeners’ spirits high “through the frightening times we now live in.” The hostess concurred with the obvious reference to The God Emperor. She added that they strive to be an oasis of peace for their listeners, recalling how the station continued playing great classical music through the shock of 9/11. Yes, she compared that calamity to Trump’s presidency.

To flip perspectives yes, I would consider a Hillary Clinton presidency a bigger disaster than 9/11. But I can also explain why, in simple words: her administration would put the globalists in a position from which they are free to destroy us through mass immigration and free trade. They would level mankind down to its most stupid, blank-eyed third world common denominator and acid-bathe everything I value of all that’s good and beautiful.

So, can a liberal similarly explain why the presidency of Donald Trump is more frightening than a terrorist attack? Are liberals afraid of the same thing I am — globalism — except that they are working with different premises than I am, in ascribing its destructiveness to the spirit of nationalism? Or to ask this question differently, why would a patrician custodian of high culture be afraid of the regeneration of Western nations that the past four administrations had made a dire necessity of and that Trump’s presidency promises to deliver? This isn’t about one radio host at this point, but an entire class of liberal Whites.

Let’s look at twelve possible reasons for their fear of Donald Trump.

One: liberals, regardless of their class or intelligence, are herd animals. Imagine antelopes taunting a lion (to take a bit of liberty with this metaphor). They can’t help it, it’s what they do. In the wake of the Trumpenslide, it is dawning on them that the big, fleshy beast they’ve been biting and prodding all that time is now awake and is about shred them to pieces.

“The Dems have a look of rabbits that are discovering they aren’t free, independent agents…they are food.” — commenter at Vox Popoli

Two: worries about funding cuts. The liberal’s worldview is a mirror image of mine, in that we both divide the world into the light of civilization and the darkness of barbarism, but we point to different sources of barbarism. To contrast our perspectives: I believe that our civilization, my descendants’ secure place in it and their identity, as well as our nations’ cultural output, relies on the integrity of organic social pyramids with our own criminal, labor, middle, and upper classes. But while my view is expansive, accommodating of both chaos and order, populist above all (the rose needs a robust, healthy soil to bloom) the liberal’s vision is elitist and claustrophobic.

His world is a perpetual night, with light-bearing government standing as sentry between security and savagery — while to me, the savage sleeps in each of us. And more on-point in the present day, the savage arrives from the global south by land, air and sea. Look at Paris.

Drawn to their own conception of light, liberals seek out others like themselves who are elect, and recognize them by their specific markers of status, such as a proper type of education or cultural signalling. That is how liberals confirm that the person in question has a soul. They are repulsed by what they regard as their lesser compatriots, whom they consider subhuman and depressing. And for modern American liberals, the federal government and its power to hold its boot on the subhumans’ necks is the vehicle through which they — the elect — are safe. So what I am getting at, is that the liberal considers any talk of defunding federal programs an attack on the government itself and as such, an attack on the very light of civilization.

Three: all change is scary. Four: Jewish paranoia. I don’t think that the radio station’s hosts are Jews but liberals have appropriated their prejudices. (This post is about White liberals, exclusive of Jews). Five: they aren’t really afraid; they are playing to the anxieties of their donor base, which takes us back to the original question: what are their supporters so fearful of? Six: they believe all that bullshit about leftists being the nice underdogs.

Seven: like everyone in the West, they feel that something is very wrong. But unlike those of us who want to confront the problem, liberals are appeasement-oriented. Whomever they seek to appease at any given moment — placate any individuals or entities that comprise the patron-client matrix of neoliberalism — they look with horror upon Trump and the Alt-Right’s aggressive challenge to these seemingly omnipotent forces. Liberals would rather let the wolves pace about so long as we don’t give them a reason to bite, even as the animals grow bolder and meaner with each passing year.

Eight: fear of chaos, even as they play that game with us. This is another one that merits a fuller explanation. Do you believe that a race has its destiny? If so, then ours is to build and destroy, at turns. Trainspotter explains this in a long comment that I featured in my earlier post about our love of freedom:

The European soul craves more; it needs more. If necessary, it will upend and destroy the world to get that “more.” It will even destroy itself.

We’ve near-destroyed our whole world. And this brings us to an enigmatic vision of our great race. At some level liberals intuit the slow swing of the eros-thanatos pendulum because for the past seventy years, they’ve done the wrecking. The immediate reason for their fear is that for them, the big questions had been settled and the pendulum may now rest. Racism is bad, women are more equal, religion is best castrated unless it’s Islam, and White men are beasts of burden. I can appreciate the satisfaction that the liberal feels at this point, after almost a century of winning. He has imposed the victor’s non-negotiable terms, dictating a tyranny of his ideals. But there is stasis in tyranny, and that is what the liberal dreads. Which brings me to something MGE recently wrote:

trump is a chaos agent and I love it. […] white people need a bit of chaos to thrive. our allergy to stasis compels us to kick over the apple cart every now and then

Especially when we are harnessed to the apple cart from which everyone but us is grabbing the fruits.

To continue with this lengthy look at #8, allow me a tangent in which I will encapsulate the apex liberal ideal in one anecdote. A while back, a young self-described feminist is hanging out nearby. In earshot, a pleasant older woman is having a conversation with someone else about her work as an engineer. Overhearing them, the young feminist is beaming, vicariously absorbing the rays of her ideal incarnate. Me being me, I start thinking: What is so great about female engineers? I don’t mean this in a contrarian or spiteful sense; what I’m asking is, where does a world in which women are engineers lead and why would someone support that aspiration? The utilitarian calculation is clear enough to me: allowing due acceptance of peoples’ individual choices, women engineers are a negative at both micro- and macro-levels of society. They are not going to make any innovations in their fields because women don’t do that. Their intelligence could have been better passed on to their children and the bigger families that they could have had instead. A man supporting a family could have had her job and being an extra unit of labor supply, she’s depressing wages for all male engineers. But the young feminist likes a world in which women walk on air. The question remains: why?

Now, I certainly understand that we all like a lot of things for their intrinsic value, whether or not their first-causes are socially constructive. For example, some of us have slept with girls our age in our early twenties, making them worse for the men who ended up marrying them. Stealing is liberation, freedom’s depraved sister.

Not having been a saint, I am aware of my own corruption. But the liberal (a feminist in this case but this extends to all of them) does not understand net-loss. The liberal does not understand the violence against the West she supports by promoting female careerism, however passively, because she wants to bask in the gratification of a woman defying nature’s and history’s iron laws concerning the role of the female. Rebelling against laws feels like liberation, and feminism is one of the ways in which the liberal has been kicking over the apple cart.

Liberals want to keep the world in which female engineers exist as an end in itself. Even if the gorging on our social capital continues until the grain stores run empty. And this refusal to let go of liberalism is not limited to feminist advocacy. They want the world and they want it now. The liberated women, the intoxication of throwing everything away — our best of everything, our temperate lands, our beautiful genes — the orgy and the rape.

And late into the night on November 8th, chill wind hit their faces just as consummation was in reach: a recognition that we, the long-suffering and now wide-awake men of the West, have hated every single fucking moment of their joy, of having been their slaves. White man lives free or dies, and it’s dawned on us that we want to live. Liberals are terrified of our awakening because now it’s our turn.

Nine, and this is related to the previous: no more free stuff, which is strip-mined from the social capital of others. Liberalism is like nuclear fission in that its application releases and harnesses potential energy by breaking the structural integrity of an existing system, leaving behind radioactive waste. This works on global levels such as when George Soros destabilizes countries and profits on their downfall, as well as on street levels when protected-class aliens make themselves at home in our public space. The free stuff model has so many incarnations. Fat girls used to be few and they had to work on their personalities. Now they are everywhere and are bombarded with male attention, all of that to the detriment of healthy male-female dynamics. So in essence, what liberals across the spectrum might be afraid of, as the gods of copybook headings return, is the end of the feast.

Ten: they are afraid that their beliefs have been false all along. That they believed in the fantasy that man can transcend his material limits and not have to come back down.

Eleven: deportations, cleansing, bloodshed. A successful reconquista would objectively be good for Whites across the ideological spectrum for obvious reasons. (If those reasons are not obvious to some: the sole alternative to White supremacy in our own countries is White genocide, and with it, no more classical music). But the imagery of reclaiming our lands is scary because where wood is chopped, there fly splinters. And more than one liberal may be called to account for his role in race-replacement.

And twelve: the fight to the death. Members of the striver class pick up on the anxieties of the principal actors of globalism who know that if they regain power, they’ll have to break us. And they know that we know that they know. The globalist and the nationalist, two killers wrestling over one gun. Only one of us will see the next day. And having captured the presidency of the United States and the cultural momentum, we may yet win. Our ideas are the ones whose time has come, theirs are exhausted. Scores will be settled over all that they’ve ruined if we are clear-headed enough to reestablish a future for our posterity.