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.

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38 thoughts on “The Defectives And The Left

  1. Observers in 1930’s Germany often remarked that it was fairly common for Communists to flip overnight into Nazis, and vice versa; but almost none ever became any kind of moderate, or became apolitical. The above looks like an example of this phenomenon.

  2. Human motivation for personal identity can be deep and multi-sourced.

    Many young men thrived at sports yet still felt empty and unfulfilled.

    Angst more often than not is tailor made.

  3. “Healthy people’s views evolve, rather than flip polarity.”

    Mayber I’m missing something but as far as the Antifa-nation is concerned Isn’ this a case were we would want their views to “flip polarity”? Do we really want to suggest that once Antifa always Antifa?

  4. I’ve long suspected some of the more intelligent SJW activists are defectors in place al la Canaris. They don’t actually believe any of it, but turning it against their enemies makes perfect sense.

    I find it amusing that the antifa rely on police protection, since they know their own side is full of cowards and backstabbers. Such is the way of all debased courts that form in the rank undergrowth of a decaying society. It shall be interesting to see what takes form from the “alt right” now, in this time of strife.

  5. My guess is he just wants to be in opposition to the status quo. He is someone who cannot be successful in a stable, peaceful society so he wants to stir up trouble.

  6. Slow day.

    Here is a comment up at Takimag by a ScrewtapeSessions, reproduced in full. It is to the Sailer article, White Privilege vs. White Death:

    I’m early 40’s. I started mowing lawns at 12. Doing jobs Americans (now supposedly) won’t do.

    I helped my mom with her part-time janitorial job, all us kids did. My summer jobs as a kid were picking berries, landscaping, and later, timber and deckhand work.

    It was hard, I was often dirty and hurt. But I loved it. The money was great and the camaraderie was even better.

    In college, in addition to some summer landscape work I was janitor, tutor, coach, and eventually a paid research assistant.

    To me, there was nothing unusual about the overlap of my blue-collar and ivory tower jobs, except that the guys “back home” who didn’t manage to get off to college were making better money in trades, family businesses, or other entrepreneurial gigs.

    But the twilight was nigh. Timber, fishing, paper, metal fabrication and machining, and light electronic assembly were all disappeared in short order.

    China was emerging. Environmental pressures killed what was left. Of course, the rest of the world made their own rules, so Russian long trawlers were free to pillage and Chinese paper companies could sweatshop and open-sewer pipe their way into dominance. There would be no return.

    And there was nothing lining up to backfill those industries. Sure, some “Technology” showed up. But it was a joke. It was all about the INTERNET. Which means nobody actually made anything.

    Its like replacing construction companies with finance firms that trade derivatives. 100 living-wage jobs became 4 guys killing it in some esoteric ponzi. This was still all on the margin, but was indicative of the coming wealth disparity of the “information economy”.

    Then all the Ag went mexican and/or became mechanized. At least the ones that didn’t get plowed under for suburban sprawl.

    Escalating Prop taxes ensured that family farms would either wither or cash out into subdivisions of shitbox tract homes for those escaping the darkening parts of the county so their kids could still ride bikes unsupervised.

    My (pop 30k) town became riddled with crime, drugs, layabouts, litter, and slums; it became “Diverse”.

    My old HS, once an academic and athletic leader in the state, is now a stabby and shabby model UN where the displaced and the invaders self-segregate while the Admin doubles-down on their diversity is our strength delusions.

    Football is weak, soccer is strong. All else is just running out the clock. The browning means the District needs more money to raise test scores, so cue higher property taxes, and more bleeding out of the producer class.

    Mom and pops became chains and liquor stores. Everyone with a 401k left. Everyone else dug in. Those who remain have the thousand yard stare of an occupied and demoralized people with no visible way to leave or reclaim their land, culture, language, or values. Its just cheap booze and lottery tickets.

    It took about 20 years to fully transform an idyllic rural small town into a bland, hopeless, way-point for breeding invaders.

    My mom is stuck there. She’s the only white lady at the laundromat. Can’t sell her house as she held on too long and missed the window of white flight.

    My old buddy I did landscape work with for years – and who, for a moment, took over the small business, has since drank himself into oblivion after he failed to drive his labor costs down enough to compete. Granted, he should have been better than that. And its no excuse.

    But when we take the context of all of this to its logical conclusion, his white death is illustrative.

    I have awakened from my own extended indoctrination of anti white male hate, anti-christian, anti-culture, globalist agenda, but most men are too tired and too financially fragile to consider who/whom or what/why. Ghosts indeed.

    I do what I can to lift up those men around me who have a gleam of Truth in their eye. The rest, I fear are lost. Just like most of the leftoids who agitate for moar marxism or diversity for thee.

    And I suffer no fools who wish to draw others into their delusions. There is a real enemy and a darkness – literal and figurative, that must be rooted out and burned.

    I’ve just had to eject a woman from my life because she could not free herself from the progressive programming. I cared for her very much, she wanted to be my wife. But there are sides. She was unable or unwilling to see the truth and I will not take the seeds of darkness into my future family.

    This too – the poisoning of the feminine against the white male, has destroyed the incentives, purpose, and identity of so many men before they even had a chance. Single white women have been converged to the ‘other’ side. This is a tide that has yet to reach its apex. Men without mating prospects cannot maintain a civilization, let alone build one.

    Thanks for reading.

  7. I haven’t read the Sailer article entirely, but am familiar enough with the topic.

    The White Death. It is a good enough label for the Big Picture Problem, that We as White Americans, face — or rather, don’t.

    When politics come up in daily life, it is something of a problem. Something of a “meta” problem. How do we assign meaning to our problems and our goals and our tasks and our lives. Who are we? blah blah blah

    With the people in my own family, and friends for that matter, it all has become personal. The conversation-in-question, always reduces to the personal: What’s your problem? What do you have to complain about? You should do this, you should have done that.

    Somehow there is that catch-22 to this problem of cultural and group identity, these problems of purpose, these problems of teleology.

    Once the underlying forms that give the structure to meaning and purpose, have been neglected and decayed and destroyed, they seem impossible to create ad hoc. They have to emerge organically. (whatever the fuck that means)

    It was hilarious (or as i used to like to say with a dollop of facecream, hi-lahr-ious, don’t ask me why, it was funny and worked as a joke) to see David the dusky Mediterranean Brooks come out with that contrived article exhorting Americans to their teleological destiny as modern-day Israelites escaping to the promised land.

    He was right, in a sense. Brooks is not an idiot, and it is to his credit that he is aware of that “meme” which is occurring explicitly and consciously in the Sphere, and has been played with and toyed around and mocked and derided, for ten years now.

  8. “With the people in my own family, and friends for that matter, it all has become personal. The conversation-in-question, always reduces to the personal: What’s your problem? What do you have to complain about? You should do this, you should have done that.”

    That is not an accurate description though, actually. My bad.

    Everyone knows what there is to complain about. The country has gone to shit. See for example the comment by Jeff Sessions above.

    But something about how and why it has gone to shit, becomes problematic.

    I for one don’t blame the dusky hordes and the niggers. I think those who do are idiots.

    And in fact a lot of the people in the AR, particularly the younger ones, and their fixations on their own IQ superiority, come across as very unseasoned.

    I the explanation of scale is also pat and facile. To me anyways.

    I call it a problem of aesthetics. White people haven’t evolved enough to appreciate aesthetics in life.

  9. There are no explanations, and we’re doomed.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    The living space that we created for our selves, is not aesthetic. It’s paved over concrete and commercial.

    The jews didn’t make us do that, and neither did the dusky hordes.

    Every time I leave my house and yard, and go into the shitty — it’s like why?

    Yeah, there’s concrete here, there’s a pavement there, and there’s a car there. “Oh the fair city, oh the spectacular achievements of man and the white race.”

    That is why the children of the 60s rebelled. They were left limp by the non-aesthetics of progress.

    I was walking from the bus yesterday, across a parking lot of at least an acre, a parking lot to a church, that is NEVER filled even 10 percent. And ten years ago it was unpaved. And ten years before that it was a natural enough meadow. And now it is a parking lot that is NEVER used.

    But our city is business friendly and contracts were doled out and money was made, and everyone was happy. Except that is our living environment and it is that much more grimy now.

    To blame the jews for that, does not make any sense. The mayor of this town always wears a nice coat, and he has been in office for 30 years. His face is basically Babbitt.

  10. I counted my stocks yesterday, and still have 16 Sweetberries (squash) from last year. That’s my own name for a French heirloom that does well in the micro-climate “around here”.

    Some of those fruit are 12-pounds. The point being, besides the status signaling, is that that church pavement graveyard, is was the same dirt, and could have yielded literally tons of those squash. And if they would do useful things such as that, maybe it would be a nice way to spend time on the weekends, instead of scurrying across the parking lot into the inside chamber and listening to a lecture about getting saved.

    It is disgusting, the way we wreck our own environment. And we wonder about our health, and its causes? Hey let’s have a study! did you know that cholesterol can be too high if you eat too many donuts?

  11. Baker Creek (heirloom seeds) sent an email yesterday, saying that they would donate to Syrian Refugees from any orders received that week.

    The charity in question described its work as supplying medical supplies to those needing them IN Syria, as opposed to those leaving it.

    But obviously any charity working with so-called Syrian Refugees is highly suspect.

    And the larger point is obvious.

    Baker Creek is something of a modern day legend. Its founders are Swapple heroes to the nth degree. They were featured on Oprah, for god’s sakes. (perhaps in between her bleating on about the miracles of foreskin face cream, the fucking worthless cunt may she die a miserable death)

    But they with all their success, are deciding to work with Syrian Refugees.

    Judging by their looks, of the swapple hero founders, who are 40-something American peers, they might be Mormon or something related. Or they could just be Doofus Americanus. Their real-world achievements are something on the level of Trump though.

  12. Ulric, interesting. Can you say more about it? “some of the more intelligent SJW activists are defectors in place al la Canaris. They don’t actually believe any of it, but turning it against their enemies makes perfect sense.”

    Elk, that’s some hard core melancholy. I thought the other day about the emotional high of Trump’s victory, and the inevitable mood-crash since then. That’s normal. Winning the election was us surviving the kill-shot (((they’ve))) been setting up for decades. Now it’s war.

    PS: it’s not all together quiet. My recent post “Bullying” got some attention on Twitter. Those who appear to have read it are praising it, those who obviously haven’t are calling me a faggot.

  13. 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.

    Help me with this. Are you saying that often one’s political disposition and the personal identity aspects attached, are often forged together as a sort of creative martyrdom? If so, that’s interesting to me; yeah, that would be a powerful force to try to counter. But it seems that’s a rather deterministic thought; many potential distractions and detours along the way. Definintely something to the ‘making one’s resentment noble’ thing though; i’d say that’s almost a young man’s rite of passage —- the action itself and later its reckoning, that is.

  14. Yes.

    My theory is that done of the more intelligent SJW are consciously using it to strike at the pillars of society as a deliberate attempt to weaken society as a whole. Rather than attempt to openly rebel which would be crushed on the 4 o clock news, they turn the destruction of the SJW against the institutions that support it.

    I compare to Canaris feeding false info to his boss, or more accurately, Fellgeibel feeding Intel to at least one of the Allies.

  15. Greetings PA and please forgive my silence. Suffice to say I am unable to comment while at work. I am not surprised however at the flip floppers as I have read “The True Believer” by Eric Hoffer. I have always been rightist but I have seen many that abandoned the right for reasons I do not necessarily know but only suspect, And I do believe there is more trouble coming as they will not leave him alone.

  16. There are two types of Americans. Those who reuse their Ziplocks, and those who do not. Which type are you?

    I re-use them as much as I possibly can. So what does that mean?

    While we’re at it, I’m probably the only person in a 50 mile radius that still uses a clothes line to hang wash outside, rather than run my dryer. In the winter I hang laundry in the basement. My thermostat is set at 64 during the day if its cold, and 60 at night. I re-cycle religiously. I might turn on my air conditioner ten nights in a summer. Never during the day, and I work at home. Though now and then I’ll use a fan. Almost all my light bulbs, and certainly the most used ones, are LEDs. I almost always walk to the store to go food shopping, and I go food shopping just about every day (with re-usable bags, I never take plastic).

    Yet what type of American am I?

  17. It’s in not being a sloppy and wasteful person.

    Everyone is tied into the modern world of “plastics”, and I hope most of us can afford our next pack of Ziplocks from the store, but even so taking the time to make use of what one comes into possession of, is worth something in itself.

    On garbage day I see other people’s waste containers over flowing with junk, and their cardboard not even mashed down and tied up, or their brush not tied up neatly into faggots, and it makes me wonder what else is it they are are up to that they can’t find the time.

    It’s not about looking down on people who don’t make the extra effort to recycle. It’s about being neat, really, and not a slob.

    Going the extra in one’s appearance, is a whole other topic. It is easy enough, but on the other hand, it is easier to let it slide.

    I was in the SW part of the state, the prairie true and on Sunday morning these old school teenage boys were walking down the street and they were rail thin in their jeans and tucked in Western style shirts. They were farm boys and took the time to clean up, to come into town. But people who don’t work in something that they take pride in, don’t likely look as good.

    I wonder how much employment exists for those young people out there, on the commercial farms. It is all soybeans and corn, as far as I know, in that part of the state.

  18. In other parts of the world, people understand that the way that you look correlates very much with who you are. The physiognomy meme is part of that, but it’s more than that too.

    There is an aphorism that goes something like you dress well in order to please other people, and you eat well in order to please yourself.

    But the novel take on that, that I would offer, is that in America in these days, and especially in places that aren’t rich and top-tier such as Manhattan or wherever that might be, is that it’s easy enough to differentiate oneself from the proles, and to do so convincingly — but apparently it’s not (so easy). Or such a good thing to do. Because if it were, then why don’t more people do it?

    You don’t want to draw attention to yourself, that’s true. Ol’ Remus cautions that one should blend in.

  19. Blending in around here means white-collar spiffy, blue-collar tough guy, NEET stylings, or slob.

    The alternatives to those are defined more by black Americans. And those kind of go in two directions. The classic thug, and then the more elusive street respectable, which is what I like to go for.

    I don’t mean that as a joke, or ironically, at all. It is absolutely my opinion and impression that black Americans have defined the styles outside of those options for white America, and further, like i just said, that there is an alternative to the thug, that is practical and ‘neutral’.

    Blacks know the value of not looking like a thug. And in still wearing good quality clothes. One of those moguls had a famous quote about the clothes he wore, that you could wear it to the party, and sleep it in, and then show up at court the next day and not be underdressed. Something like that, but not exactly.

  20. “Every woman adores a fascist, and every man wants a beautiful woman [Everybody wants what you want and say everybody wants. I think we have all gotten this point clear, by now. What’s more healthy than the “The world is I” “I am the world” way of thinking, after all?]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 [You do it in a worryingly growing number of posts] 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.”

    Or a PA (an Obvious Captain or Obvious Leash Biter as I use to call him, in the direst cases).
    It’s not so hard to PAs to understand SJWs and SJWs to understand PAs. The tough part is self-understanding.

    For someone with the mental development to say “If I were there I’d punch her and leave her bleeding on the ground” the last decades, and the coming decades, are harsh. It’s times of anti-brutism, and when their feeling of being powerless/having less power than they’d’ve had in the good old times in the jungle dements them, all they can do is hit a punching bag, or their home’s walls.
    But both history and society are disrespectful of the impotent, no matter if it’s an Antifa type or a simple-minded simply-angered chimp.
    Envy and its anger come in many forms.

    The punch-throwing chimp who lives in times where punch-throwing grows increasingly out of fashion and doesn’t earn status and power is going to find it psychologically difficult to cope with that.
    “There is no such thing as [our present time and what’s coming next]”, you’ll hear them yell, unable to face reality as all humans tend to be when reality doesn’t present them with a comfortable picture.

    “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.

    You meet a lot of girls lately, and they all act in a way as to provide a source for what you want to claim in your blog posts: that’s lucky I think.
    But what would you have replied if the girl asked you something like: “I have seen Neanderthals, Cro-Magnons in books. Why are you so much more similar to those pictures than these philosophy majors? Perhaps they’re the next kind and they’re supplanting yours?
    I have read your blog and you seem obsessed with these guys… it’s not common to be obsessed with people, unless you are somehow jealous in an unhealthy way. People very rarely make much thought about who they sincerely see below them”

    “You know, I have looked at your blog, and you seem very dissatisfied with a lot of things, and having a lot of frustration to let out. Need help?”

    I’m sure this girl didn’t say anything like that, and the next ones, real or not, won’t either though.
    Which is lucky, I think.

    “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.”

    Most of the time humans are looking at a mirror, they have no idea it’s a mirror.
    Which is also lucky, however.

  21. In other parts of the world, people understand that the way that you look correlates very much with who you are.

    Yes, but not who you are as an individual.

    In the Muslim/Eastern world the idea of individual expression (especially through clothing) simply doesn’t exist. You’re a nameless/faceless part of your group, the idea of giving displaying personal identity through clothing is a westerner consumerist idea that only recently popped up.

  22. — “It’s easier to metastasize a personal grievance into a morality play” [You do it in a worryingly growing number of posts] (YFG)

    Why are you “worried”? And no, you misunderstood the point. Nikcrit kind of worked through it in an earlier comment.

    — You meet a lot of girls lately, and they all act in a way as to provide a source for what you want to claim in your blog posts: that’s lucky I think.

    Something I noted here in the comments a long time ago is that every anecdote I describe on this blog is 100% true because making stuff up is a lie and lying corrodes integrity and credibility, though I do omit details where prudence/privacy dictates. But yeah, I am observant in real life and capable of extrapolating bigger themes from the things I see.

    You know what though? I write about things that interest me, but in the end, some of it is proxy for things I really want to blog about. There is stuff that I am passionate about and personally involved in that is not political, and much of it would make great reading given my interest in the subject and my particular style, but I keep a wall between my personal life and blogging. So what you see here is what you’ll get more of… hopefully increasing in quality as I get better at this.

    — But what would you have replied if the girl asked you something like: “I have seen Neanderthals, Cro-Magnons in books. Why are you so much more similar to those pictures than these philosophy majors?”

    LOL, the only thing worse than that would be for her to call me a brute.

    No snark intended, just a good-natured laugh. I do appreciate your comments. I have a very long post in response to your earlier question about Progress. It’s done but still not where I want it to be in terms of QC.

  23. — This one, he never had the makings of a varsity athlete.

    — Those guys at Seton Hall were seven feet tall, some of them!

    Tony Soprano’s own uncle ran him down thusly.

    As it turned out, Junior was developing some dementia, but at the same time his ridicule and its getting of Tony’s goat, illustrates that everyone has always been concerned about being good enough, or not, to make the team.

  24. That youtube is hard to watch. It will literally make you gay.

    But it does go to the point of declining T-levels. The brute featured therein was a sensitive guy for his time.

    And YFG’s comment about one type supplanting another, is a larger theme.

    Lower T men have supplanted higher T models, in the last however many generations. Fact.

    And as far as Neanderthals went, they were a more robust hominid, than those were replaced them, and it’s not straight-outta-my-ass conjecture that something of the same dynamic was at play.

    T-levels are a variable that must be a perfect example of how individual selection is at play with group selection.

    We want higher T-levels within the group, so that our group is all go-go-get-em tiger.

    And but then without a stable group hierarchy, the T-Rex men are resented by those beneath them.

    It is a complex equation. Many factors, many variables, many expressions.

  25. “We want higher T-levels within the group, so that our group is all go-go-get-em tiger.”

    More specifically, we want higher T-levels within the group as a whole.

    But in any case, sperging out on those variables is beside the point.

    Diminished T is a sign of the times. It reflects the gay living arrangement that we find ourselves in.

    LBF would tell YFG to be quiet and do his squats, and get back to us. Which is probably the correct advice.

    I also have been skeptical of the fixation on T-levels. Mine are healthy enough, but modest.

    You can read someone’s T-levels with 100 per cent accuracy by looking at them. And by 100 per cent i mean like 96.5 per cent or something. The point being that T-levels are just a substitute for how manly and healthy does a person appear?

    And health doesn’t correlate 100 percent with high-T manliness. Who was a better man and accomplished more with his life, Lou Ferrigno or Edward Wilson?

  26. “But in any case, sperging out on those variables is beside the point.”

    But it’s hard not to sperg on it a little.

    Higher T individuals within the group, require more resources: more food, more energy, and more women to satisfy their big penises.

    And so without a stable group hierarchy, such individuals might serve to de-stabilize the group further.

    And then of course, as always, groups of humans are competing against each other. Which is the Race Question.

    Which question Eddie Boy Wilson shied away from, in spite of how his work abutted up against it so neatly.

    Group Level Selection. Which seems common-sensical enough, but it was a competing and winning explanation over what was called I-forget, but the other explanation for altruistic behavior which was evaluating the behavior in question entirely upon the individual’s benefits through his relatives.

  27. Peterike: don’t deny it, man. We know you want to kick Elk’s ass.

    Lol! I’d rather sit down and have a beer with him.

    @ Trickin – here ya go, nice Republican girl for you, lol:

    If only all “African American” girls looked like that. She seems classic “talented tenth” Negro class. Parents are light-skinned (esp father) but still recognizably black.

    And notice, her name is Leah and not Shaniqua. You think there might be a connection between her success and her name? Her Facebook is wide open. Really attractive girl.

    https://www.facebook.com/leah.levell

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