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.