“Europe, Rise From Your Knees!”

That’s a line delivered by Poland’s prime minister Beata Szydło in a speech to her country’s Parliament last Wednesday:

We are not going to take part in the madness of the Brussels elite. We want to help people, not the political elites.

Where are you headed Europe? Rise from your knees and from your lethargy or you will be crying over your children every day.

If you can’t see this – if you can’t see that terrorism currently has the potential to hurt every country in Europe, and you think that Poland should not defend itself, you are going hand in hand with those who point this weapon against Europe, against all of us. It needs to be said clearly and directly: This is an attack on Europe, on our culture, on our traditions.

Do we want politicians who claim we have to get used to the attacks, and who describe terrorist attacks as “incidents,” or do we want strong politicians who can see the danger and can fight against it efficiently?

That phrase about culture and traditions is a softball, and as far as all mainstream right-wing European leaders will rhetorically go. But soon enough they or their successors will be talking about our nation, our race, our blood. Why shouldn’t they?

“Europe, rise from your knees.” What does that mean? First, it means that you have a pair of eyes and a free mind, so use them. Wake up. Then, act like you’re in a war, because you are in one. It’s presently one-sided biological warfare in which the enemy’s objective is to breed you out of existence. Genetic-pollution Afroasian immigrants are their ground troops. The anti-White Kulturkampf in the media and schools is their air support. And you, the European man, woman and child anywhere in the world, are the city under siege.

This is not a tangent, but I’ve wondered before: was the 1944 Warsaw Uprising a mistake or a sacrifice with long-term recompense? The 63-day campaign wrested several districts of the capital from the enemy occupant. The Uprising ultimately failed and led to 85% of Warsaw getting razed, including her entire Old Town and all of the city’s landmarks of cultural significance. In addition to insurgent casualties, approximately 200,000 civilians were murdered by German regulars and their SS auxiliaries, who were brought in from as far as Azerbaijan. (German personnel losses included up to 9,000 est. killed, 7,000 missing, 9,000 wounded, and 2,000 captured).

The two-day Wola district massacre, in which 40,000 civilians were executed in house-to-house sweeps, was particularly grisly. From post-war court testimony of Mathias Schenck, a Wehrmacht sapper:

After the door of the building was blown off we saw a daycare-full of small children, around 500; all with small hands in the air. Even [SS-Oberführer Oskar] Dirlewanger’s own people called him a butcher; he ordered to kill them all. The shots were fired, but he requested his men to save the ammo and finish them off by rifle-butts and bayonets. Blood and brain matter flowed in streams down the stairs.

Dirlewanger was a pedophile. Schenck also testified to seeing Dirlewanger rape a girl while holding a knife, and then cutting her open along the entire length of her torso after ejaculating.

There are Oskar Dirlewangers at high levels of Western governments today. This is why my apparent tangent on the Warsaw Uprising is neither a tangent nor irrelevant. You have just seen a snapshot of what a total war of population-replacement looks like. This is what our leaders are planning for us.

Scratch that — they are already doing it. A dozen little English girls were just shredded at the Ariana Grande concert, and they tell you to remain passive as they kick in your door over angry Tweets. A thought experiment: how would a legitimate English government respond to a foreign national mass-murdering its children? Or to a wild African decapitating Lee Rigby in front of his barracks?

The English people, along with most Westerners, are not ruled by legitimate governments. They are ruled by criminals. As long as these Western people, in the privacy of their minds where there is no excuse for being a slave, consider their governments lawful and legitimate, they are kneeling before Oskar Dirlewanger. Getting off your knees would mean, first of all, that you open your eyes and see the evil that is staining your land.

What would be the next step in rising off your knees?

I don’t tell people to do anything I am not doing. But keep reading.

Despite its failure, the 1944 Warsaw Uprising will be famed for as long as sentient mankind lives. The lesson for posterity is that sometimes you have to fight because even if you are beaten, you will inspire your great-grandsons to never die on their knees.

Fabrizio Quattrocchi is more alive now than the walking-dead who shuffle through Western European capitals today:

[He] was hooded when the murderers put a gun to his head. “When his murderers were pointing a pistol at him, this man tried to take off his hood and shouted, ‘Now I’m going to show you how an Italian dies.’ And they killed him.”

Warsaw lost the Uprising but won the war, and she’s rebuilt and alive today.


Were all those 500 little children in Wola wasted, should the operation have been aborted? Seventy three years later, nationalists are laughing in the EU’s face. The wind at their backs is the spirit of those kids and of the fallen fighters.

So what do you do after you open your eyes? The answer: you lead, you follow, or you get out of the way. That last one is valuable too, as it makes you a passive supporter of those who act. The criminals and perverts embedded in the institutions of our ruling classes will double-down before they’re brought to trial and the imported aliens removed. It will either be clean, or it’s gonna get drawn out and ugly. There is no tenable center any more, you have to pick a side. There are action heroes and rising national movements. So lead something, or join the people who act in service to your nation. Support them; or at the very least, don’t stand in their way.

European, rise from your knees.


Image source, top: YouTube; above: Renegade Tribune

A Thought About Honor On Memorial Day

Let’s start with a reminder that with our own, we’re supposed to be human:



“You tell his mom ‘He died for us, for America,’ because a funeral for a 21 year old ain’t time for real talk.” — Ryan Landry

We know it’s bullshit. Vets in electric wheelchairs know it’s bullshit. But as Ryan reminds us, time and place, folks.

I was in the U.S. Army during Bill Clinton’s first term. My enlistment included three years on active duty, overseas service, and a tour with a combat arms unit. No opportunity for big heroics crossed my path but I served well and was honorably discharged. I believed in the mission.

Today, I encounter senior military officers on a semi-regular basis. Passing them in the crowd, that sort of thing. A few days ago, I saw a U.S. Navy Captain walking with a young Ensign. The young man was attentive to rank, arrow-straight and spoke respectfully to his astronomical-scale superior. The Captain looked every inch the officer. Streaks of grey in his closely-cropped hair, grim intelligence in his voice.

Both of those men had sworn this oath, on their sacred honor:

Oath of Commissioned Officers: I, [name], having been appointed an officer in the armed forces of the United States, as indicated above in the grade of [rank] do solemnly swear that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic, that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; that I take this obligation freely, without any mental reservations or purpose of evasion; and that I will well and faithfully discharge the duties of the office upon which I am about to enter; So help me God.”

The junior men and the NCOs live in a micro-matters world of accountability. The barracks have to be clean, rifles accounted for, trucks inspected, buddies looked out for. On an ordinary day, a soldier can both do his job and keep his honor… if he looks straight ahead and not at what’s around him.

But what do American military officers think about “fighting them there” while they invade us here? What about going along the emasculation of their own cadets? The obedience to degenerates like Clinton, wastrels like Bush the Lesser, or aliens like Obama? The Constitution is not defended, one hundred million vultures ravage America.

What can one officer do? We all have our jobs. My hands are tied, his hands are tied. When a Navy Captain or an Army Colonel feels that his uniform burns his skin, that his handsome bearing as an officer and a gentleman is a mockery of his ideals, what is the honorable thing to do? (President Donald Trump’s task, in my estimation, is to throw chaos into the global ruling class consensus while securing government and military factions that can strike — calling up me and you if necessary — when the time is right. Let’s be ready to do our part.)

Memorial Day is a time to remember that those who died did their job. You and I go on about our hands being tied. They believed that they were fighting for their people, even if “their people” began and ended with the hemorrhaging PFC who never made it to his own 22nd birthday.


Imagine there’s no mercy
It’s easy if you try
Traitors hang on lampposts
Above us righteous God

Imagine all the coloreds driven from our lands

Imagine there’s no leftism
It’s the easiest thing to do
A time to kill or die for
And separation too

Imagine our people free and true again

Hope burned in the hearts of dreamers
Who saw another way to live
So many have since joined us
The world is starting to believe

Imagine there’s a future
I wonder if you can
No need for nihilism
An awakening of man

Imagine Europeans’ glory yet untold

People said that I’m a dreamer
But I’m just a woken man
For a brotherhood of nations
And White children face the sun


UPDATE: The Mamas & The Pepes have set my take on Lennon’s “Imagine” to music. It’s fantastic:




A few words on why John Lennon’s original is the most anti-human song ever written.


The 16 Points that describe the Alt-Right’s core philosophy.


Something about this man’s words (read them closely) and his face struck me as proof that we won’t be homeless forever:

A homeless [Manchester] man, called Steve, described the moment he had to ‘pull nails out of children’s faces’ following the shocking attack.

He said: ‘Just because I’m homeless it does not mean that I haven’t got a heart and I’m not human still.

‘They needed the help and I would like to think someone would come and help me if I needed help.

‘It’s your instinct to go and help and it was children and it was a lot of children. We were pulling nails out of their arms and from a little girl’s face.

‘It had to be done, you had to help. If I didn’t I wouldn’t be able to live with myself for walking away and leaving kids like that.’


(Story above). Source of top image unknown. Alternate lyrics to “Imagine” written by me.

BBC Docudrama on Rotherham

Suburban_elk links to a review of a just-aired BBC docudrama about the forced prostitution of 1,400 underage English girls by Pakistanis. The crimes — abetted by Rotherham’s craven police, council, and social services for the sake of anti-racism — continued from 1997 until blown open in 2013. Elk comments:

Top-tier English blogger Morgoth on the big-event BBC docudrama about the rape crises. Against all expectations, the show is true to the race of the perps and the victims.

… and quotes an excerpt from Morgoth’s review:

Why Did They Do It?

For three consecutive nights the BBC showed a politically correct free drama portraying the brutal realities of multiculturalism, grooming, neglect of the white working class, the idiocy of the liberal left, the general rot brought about by Cultural Marxism, and they used their most treasured TV slot (21.00 – 22,00) to do it, why?

His point is that there was neither an overt nor a subtle “liberal sucker-punch,” as I call those Narrative-reaffirming moments in contemporary productions. I haven’t seen the miniseries but he describes it as candid on all of the big questions. There wasn’t, as he writes, even a final sleight of hand in which Rotherham is compartmentalized as a bad apple in an otherwise glorious multicultural paradise — the film treats the rape of White girls as systemic, flashing up a list of 36 English cities in which similar child-grooming rings were also prosecuted.

I don’t know why “Three Girls,” which aired last week, was so honest. Reverberations of pro-White spirit in harmony with Trump’s election victory?

Another important passage from Morgoth (I could in fact quote the whole thing, no word wasted there):

After the heroic ‘lone voice of sanity’ Sara Rowbotham […] confronted the ‘PC’ brigade’ and had to graphically explain that a 13 year old girl being anally raped by 6 men in one night was ”Not a fucking lifestyle choice!’ many a Social Justice buttercup may well have had a slight tingling sensation of realising just how far gone they are.

And another one:

On social media a common criticism of Three Girls came from the Alt-Lite, Civic Nationalist, Counter Jihad camps because Islam was never mentioned at all. But this is just a sign of their own cowardice, what was frequently mentioned was race and ethnicity, but they’re afraid to mention that […] These ‘Pakis’ are not devout Muslims raping for Allah, they’re a coke snorting , vodka swilling hostile racial group degrading and destroying the females of ”The Other”.


Inbred Pakistani human garbage of Rotherham (image source: Les Observateurs)

Indeed, the almost-but-not-there Alt-Lite and such will go as far as naming Islam, but not the fucking thing itself, RACE.


Rotherham is not going away. The bloodbaths of Cheka remains obscure in Western consciousness because they occurred on Europe’s hazy periphery. But also because sometimes war crimes are too much to contemplate, so instead, it’s the more contemptible instances of “banality of evil” in what was supposed to be peacetime that scrape the eyes like grains of sand. There is no perfect justice here, but Rotherham will be in history books forever.

No redemption is possible for the anti-White traitor scum who had kept a lid on the Rotherham abuse. Imperial rule, even at the level of petty apparatchiks, comes with moral dilemmas. But the cowards of Rotherham were never in a Sophoclean position of weighing life against life, or the good of the individual vs. that of society. Playing accessory to the destruction of 1,400 teenagers in service to White genocide is as close to being on the wrong side of good vs. evil as you get.

The names of Rotherdam’s police and other public servants, along with the obscenity they sheltered — anti-racism itself — will be synonymous with the cowardice and the depths of the piggish stupidity brought on by Europe’s second iteration of Communism, its sewer-bath of multiculturalism.


Image source: “Three Girls” screenshot via Morgoth’s Review

Tinder Strategy For Women

I will tell you a secret in a little bit.

But first, look at the woman in this picture. She has pretty eyes. She gets the high-value man:


She will find:

  • An attractive man in her life
  • A family and children of her own
  • Happiness

She is smart. Do you want to pop pills like the older girls do?

She offers something that attractive men desire.

Here is the secret.

You always find what you look for.

In the News: Degeneracy and Ultimatums

Gas the Degenerates

A German father seeks online advice on how to properly have his 17-year-old daughter arrested for viewing pro-White web sites. The main article includes a comment from a German lawyer, explaining the country’s law on those matters. In short, the sick-fuck “father” is a more zealous race-cuckold than the German law itself.

I find this an upbeat bit of news is because the Left has traditionally relied on converting the young to consolidate its power. There are horror stories from the USSR in its terror phase, for example, of state-indoctrinated kids turning in their own parents for deviations from doctrine. But this case shows the ageing generation as the programmed zombie, while the young in Germany and elsewhere are awake and on the right side of the coming revolution.

Empty (?) Ultimatums from the EU

From Yahoo News:

The European Union on Tuesday set a June deadline for Poland and Hungary to start admitting their share of migrants from overstretched Italy and Greece or risk sanctions. Eastern European countries like Hungary and Poland have opposed an EU plan adopted in 2015 to take in 160,000 Syrian, Eritrean and Iraq asylum seekers from Greece and Italy. “I call on Poland and Hungary who have not relocated a single person… to start doing so right now,” EU Migration Commissioner Dimitris Avramopoulos told reporters. “If no action is taken by them before the next (Commission) report in June, the Commission will not hesitate to make use of its powers under the treaties and to open infringement procedures.”

An impartial observer will point to a key similarity between Hitler’s ultimatums to Poland in 1939 and the EU’s ultimatums today: threateningly worded demands that offer no upside if complied with. The difference, of course, is that the Third Reich was then ascendant while the EU is barely holding on to its perceived legitimacy.

UPDATE: Poland tells the EU to fuck off.

Everybody in Europe is aware of the reality represented by the map below. It shows the locations of terrorist attacks in Europe since 9/11/2001. Not all are migrant or Muslim incidents, but all involve diversity + proximity.


Here is a curiously similar pattern in the spread of the Bubonic Plague in the 14th century.


While no relationship can be reasonably inferred between the events marked on the two maps, it’s no mere symbolism that in January 2017 Polish parliament recognized the coronation of Virgin Mary as the nation’s queen, who was crowned Queen and Protector of Poland by King John II Casimir in 1652.

200th Post: Alt-Right Blogging And Commenting

Trainspotter gives the lay of the land:

As a Gen Xer, the 80’s & 90’s were the era of my youth. Looking back, while at a personal level I had a fantastic time, what strikes me most is the utter intellectual/spiritual sterility of the period.

Pre-internet, it was definitely the age of big institutions – media, universities, etc. To be blunt: jews had the country on intellectual lockdown. Nothing of which they didn’t approve saw the light of day.

For those of us instinctively on the Right, there was no meaningful alternative on offer. We lacked even a basic conceptual framework or vocabulary to meaningfully oppose the system. The poison was spreading, and we had no earthly idea what to do about it. We didn’t even grasp why it was happening (pre-internet, I spent much of the 90’s trying to figure this out – alone).

Instead we were offered the cucked-out National Review (which I subscribed to as a teenager, though I could ill afford the subscription fee) or, if you really wanted to be edgy, you could go the libertarian route (I did). In other words, you could choose worthless Ideology 1 or worthless Ideology 2. Nothing else was on the menu. Actually defending your folk wasn’t on the menu. The only “opposition” allowed was that which blindly accepted the enemy’s premises, thus guaranteeing his victory.

Truly, the internet has changed everything.

I will note that the 80’s & early 90’s were, in terms of day to day living, rather nice. Looking back, it’s easy to see that the rot was already well advanced, but the Old America didn’t die overnight. It lived, in part, through the 80’s on sheer inertia. I never saw miscegenation, the girls were pretty & sans tattoos, and relations between white men & women were pretty good (at least for those of us in school – the divorce rates of our parents tell a different tale). Nice guys easily found girlfriends, and men didn’t think of women as whores or sluts, etc. I rarely, if ever, heard men (even cads & jerkboys like me – yes, I was part of the rot) speak of women that way.

It was a transitional period. It’s sort of like when an athlete stops training, and just hangs out on the couch eating junk food. For a time, he has the best of both worlds: he’s still fit & healthy, as a result of his past discipline, but now gets to relax and throw discipline to the wind. Of course, do that long enough, and his athletic body will turn into weakness and flab. It’s nice while it lasts, but unsustainable.

And that’s what the 80’s were all about: a transitional window where America enjoyed (and squandered) the hard-earned cultural & racial fruits of previous generations, while throwing discipline to the wind and imbibing jewish junk food. It would prove a fatal mistake.

The transition didn’t last long. By the mid to late 90’s it was a much, much uglier world. The bar scene changed seemingly overnight: snarling sluts, rampant miscegenation, a youth culture suitable for those with an I.Q. of 80, but increasingly a misery for everyone else. The finely honed athlete had turned into a tub of lard. The jew smiled. And STILL, we lacked even the basic vocabulary to effectively challenge the poison.

But now there exists something that was only a faint hope then: a real opposition, full of intellectual & spiritual energy. I love it. It came, not from the big institutions, but from us alone. Not only will we win, we’ll have the opportunity to create something better and far, FAR more resilient than what we’ve lost. We don’t want to go back to a world that folded so easily, that yielded with barely a whimper. We want a future, and we will win it.

That “faint hope” was the light that shined underground, coming together from what I call the Pat Buchanan and the Camille Paglia directions: moral nationalism and amoral sex-realism. Or WN and Game. The Alt-Right is no less than a perhaps divinely-willed reassertion of Western nations’ right to exist. There are no leaders but there are giants. I will name four:

John Derbyshire

“The job of conservatives is to keep the Republican Party driving on the right-hand side of the road. There are many ways we do this. We argue, we publish, we lobby, we campaign for conservative candidates. Another thing we do is, when the GOP goes off the rails on really key issues – size of government, the National Question, Wilsonian adventures – we stay home on election day.”

Reading The Derb’s NRO columns nearly twenty years ago was my first encouter with a contemporary political writer who offered more than standard conservatism, and more than political writing.

Lawrence Auster

My highest beliefs

I have had this thought going back decades.

I believe in two things: God, and white Western civilization.

A modern-day monk, Auster wrestled his whole life with the metaphysical questions of our era. The quote above is a short entry he wrote ten days before dying of pancreatic cancer.

Vox Day

“I’m not a revolutionary. I just wanted to write my books and design my games and live my life in peace. But SJWs, multiculturalists, diversicrats, and vibrants have collectively rendered that impossible, so now we’ve got to reset and rebuild Western civilization if we ever want to go back what we were doing in the first place.”

SWJ Always Lie is a must-read.


“Game can be White men’s salvation, giving them once again a “home of their own”, as it instills a powerful sense of self, of entitlement, of prerogative, and of mastery over their women and their public spaces. The times demand solutions that may offend the moral sensibilities of the smiling defeated.”

Maybe our generation has produced a writer who improved more men’s lives, better vivisected the modern malaise, and one who has breathed a winning spirit into our habits of mind with more élan than Heartiste. But I don’t know of one.


Ten posts to revisit from this 101 – 200 series:

All matriarchies have one thing in common: over time the women become ugly, inside and out. They become that way in part as a defense against being bombarded by endless unwanted advances. They become corrupted by their adventures with to the most vulgar expressions of masculinity. But the kicker is, part of them also loves all that attention along with the lowered expectations on their behavior, and they become complacent, having lost the incentive to bring anything to the table besides their gash.

In a matriarchy, men display and women choose. But under patriarchy, women aren’t let off the hook: they have to put in a little work and audition before the men too. Which takes us to… [The Prisoner’s Dilemma and Game]