I don’t have much to say on that subject beyond “don’t do that,” as well as highlighting the White lower class angle. A commenter writes at Vox Popoli:
I agree the Nazi brand sucks. But for many of these guys, LARPing as a Stormtrooper is the alternative to opioids and suicide.
Instead of spitting on them like the cucks and shitlibs, we should be trying to reach out and find CONSTRUCTIVE outlets for their anger. But since the Deep State has throttled legitimate electoral politics, expect it to get worse. Showing some empathy for the plight of some of these individuals costs us nothing and might flip a few to better behaviors. Calling them “Alt-Retards” isn’t helping. Neither is calling them “dead-end losers” — they already know this, it is the very heart of their despair.
Some Nazi LARPers are no doubt idiot Gammas and others are as described above, teens who are hardest-stomped by neoliberalism’s war on Whites.
We all feel that war, even as many have internalized its assaults as normal and can’t envision any other way to live. You can be over-fifty and upper-middle-class, but you still can’t entirely avoid the aesthetic bombardment of diversity. You might live in a super-Zip and socialize in out-of-sight places, but then you’re living in a bunker, albeit a pretty one.
White teens in majority-minority schools don’t get the comfort of a pretty bunker. You’ve seen a group of black high-schoolers hanging out, with that one White kid in their company deferentially affecting a submissive simian slouch.
His wealthier White peers play lacrosse, listen to good music, and have attractive girlfriends. But they still can’t go to a mall that looks like it’s in their own country. Point is, everybody feels the dispossession, but some get it harder than others.
I drove through a lower-middle-class area. A White teenage boy shuffled past me as I stood at a light. He looked about 14, lifeless eyes, lowered head under his grey hoodie. This land was your land, this land ain’t your land. His prospects for having a human-looking girlfriend are near-zero. He does not run around on artificial turf in expensive sports gear. His mom might be a fat, divorced mudshark. He does not see any constructive direction that his life can take.
Another comment at VP:
The bottom line is that even communists take care of their wounded. If the Alt-West can’t even do their most basic Christian duty of caring for the poor, the sick, the orphans, and the LOSERS, we’ll never win anything because when the cards are down I need the guy next to me to be willing to lay down his life for me.
There is use in shaming someone who takes a wrong turn, and certainly in shaming a political saboteur. Knowing when to slam down a liability who waves a Hakenkreuz at an AltRight rally vs. when to steer a youth who is amenable to guidance toward productive activism takes good judgment.
Similar environmental pressures can create different responses. Some find escapism in anachronistic iconography and others surrender to whiggerdom. This (in)famous scene in Gran Torino titillated racists but something sat ill with me. It’s where Clint Eastwood’s character chased off a group of blacks who were intimidating a whigger and his Hmong girlfriend. And I figured out what it was: filicide.
It would have been better if Eastwood had told the boy to also get into the truck. After they dropped the girl off at her house, he should have said: “Son, you’re gonna help me change the oil in my Torino.”