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:
“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.
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.
“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:
- An analysis of the liberal’s psychology: What Are Liberals So Afraid Of?
- Two sexual ecosystems:
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]
- No man is an island: Working Class Heroes.
- Is My Critique of Anti-White America Illegitimate?
- The teenager’s quest for identity: The Cycles of Popular Music.
- Miracles: an account of two events that lack a rational explanation.
- Xenophobia works: Defending Elk.
- Conclusion: “You’ve already cleared the continent once.”
- If you like lists, you will enjoy this Readers’ Shots Of Wisdom.