She’ll Be Thinking About Him

Swedish patriot Christoffer Dulny patrols a leftist streetcorner thot. In the video below, he narrates:

Is hate not a legitimate feeling? Man feels hate. Man feels love. Man feels joy. Man feels sorrow. We have a broad spectrum of emotions.

Voiceover dialogue:

Journalist Emelie Rosen: “So it is a Sweden with White people that you want?”

Dulny: “Yes. I want a Sweden with Swedes.”

Rosen: “And Swedes, according to you, are White?”

Dulny: “Swedes are White.”

Observing main participants’ body language and bystanders’ action is interesting in such encounters. The left wing female protester struts away indignantly, but not without posturing like a tough dude who prudently backs away from a fight. I’m reminded of Heartiste’s recent observation about androgynized society:

I see so many 20s and 30s women with the broad shoulders and narrow hips natural to men… Manjaws lumber cityscapes on africanized pelvic fulcrums as their cantilevered shoulders cut swathes through cowed crowds. Their vaginas seem misplaced on them…

Masculinized women are the worst of both men and women, stridently aggressive and competitive like men but lacking the instinct of loyalty, cooperativeness, and duty of men, and cruelly subversive and passive-aggressive like women but lacking the nurturing vulnerability and intoxicating femininity of women.

Getting that placard ripped from her hands is the first time a man told her No.

Girl… you’ll be a woman soon…

A young man in the crowd shakes Dulny’s hand.

Dulny, as I see in my cursory research, is a former budget chief of Sweden Democrats party and now a political activist.

It’s Okay To Be White (Music Video)

Artist Bryn Dolman has set the pro-White campaign to music, with a well done video. The song has a Brit New Wave feel, I quite like it.

It’s Okay To Be White” is not a demand or a plea, it’s subversion and an unlearning of anti-White conditioning. The campaign is unstoppable because you can’t deny those words without unmasking yourself as a reptile or in league with reptiles.

Is There Anything More Rope-Ready Than An English Judge?

Tommy Robinson is an English patriot who was jailed last Friday after he filmed members of a Pakistani child-exploitation gang entering a court for trial. You could say that in reporting facts about the brown-skinned human garbage and the English girls they traffic under the protection of England’s authorities, he is doing what journalists ought to be doing but aren’t. Robinson’s supporters are protesting his arrest:

Impulsively, I first titled a draft of this post “Is There Anything More Loathsome Than An English Policeman.” On reflection, I reconsidered. Policemen play the role of a dumb animal that does what it’s ordered to do. If you are a wage-earner, that describes you as well, so let’s not feel superior. If I’m going to hate all cops, I should also hate all school teachers and all government contractors, all of whom follow the same orders.

Suburban_elk addresses the state’s extralegal practice of death-by-muzz, that’s on everyone’s mind in the matter of Tommy Robinson:

Many commenters say it’s a “death sentence” but in my opinion even the stupid politicos in UK must know, that he needs protected, and that they themselves will be better off providing him reasonable in-house security.

On the US side, there is a similar problem of incarceration. If Whites were not a persecuted ethnic group, there would be a legitimate defense against incarceration on the constitutional grounds of not being subject to cruel and unusual punishment, which is what it is with race conflict.

Robinson might be too prominent a figure to execute, but I wouldn’t put it past U.K.’s degenerate political system to sacrifice him. Hubris is the mark of wobbling regimes. After all, they’ve gotten away with that before. Everybody here knows about the 35-year-old Kevin Crehan who was given a one-year sentence for leaving bacon sandwiches outside of a mosque in England and murdered by Muslim inmates:

Man jailed for leaving a bacon sandwich outside a mosque is found dead in prison halfway through his 12-month sentence … A St George flag with the words ‘no mosques’ was also tied to the fence outside the building in Totterdown, Bristol, and shouted racial abuse at a worshipper.

Bacon was tied to the door handles and sandwiches made of raw meat and sliced white bread were left at the entrance, in what was described in court by the judge as an ‘an attack on England‘.

The cockroach-judge will be dealt with after this is all over. Unlike a cop, he had the freedom to do the right thing without jeopardizing his livelihood.

Nationalist demonstrations in England and all over Western Europe are Type 3 protests by citizens who timidly, at first, take to the streets to defy the legitimacy of a government whose demonstrable purpose is the carrying out of White Genocide. Regarding the English political class, MGE sums things up:

Yeah it reeks of desperation.
We’ve got them cornered.
DOTR can’t come soon enough

“Cobra Kai,” The First Two Episodes

YouTube’s new “Cobra Kai” series was recommended in the comments. The show takes place in the present day, 34 years after the original “Karate Kid” movie. It stars the same actors who played the protagonist Daniel LaRusso and his enemy Johnny Lawrence. Three decades after high school, Daniel owns an expanding chain of luxury auto dealerships. Johnny is down and out. The writers and producers (((echo))) heavily, but when do they not? We can enjoy commercial pop culture through a filter. My impressions while watching the first two episodes:

Episode 1

– Johnny’s license plate begins with “4DDT…” Besides the old ill-fated insecticide, those letters (DDT) were the name of a finishing move in 1980s professional wrestling. The camera zoomed in on the plates in the character-introduction moment, so they probably have meaning.

– When he fights the multiracial bully gang (one or two White preppies, one White chubster, one Asian, one nerdy black), it looks realistic. So when the fat guy bear-hugged Johnny and pushed him into a light pole, my interest was piqued, wondering how he’s getting out of it. He did, and it looked credible. Well done.

– His stepfather’s nurse, whom Johnny sees when he walks into his own apartment, having no idea who she is. It’s strange how the image of graceless black women is promoted. You’d figure she’d get her caboose off Johnny’s couch and at least introduce herself. Instead, she  harrumphed something without taking her eyes off Johnny’s television. One might think that what’s being promoted, is a variation on the female Noble Savage, an earth-mother figure with a heart of gold and infinite common sense plus folksy advice… but one would be wrong. What’s being promoted, is conditioning that Whites ought to become accustomed to getting zero courtesy from a black, even in their own homes.

– Johnny’s drunk, he drives away somewhere. Foreigner song “Head Games” comes on his car radio as he’s reminiscing high school, depicted by scenes from the first “Karate Kid” movie. He smiles when recalling his ex-girlfriend Ali (young Elizabeth Shue), whom he lost to Daniel. From what I read ahead in the plot synopses, she does not make any appearances on the show. I wonder, how would the writers handle her character’s reunion with either Johnny or Daniel? Teen love passes. Or does it, if it’s the first big one? Certainly not, as far as these characters are concerned, in the minds of people who saw the original “Karate Kid” at 14.

Episode 2

Johnny is training his first student, Miguel, an awkward Hispanic kid with asthma and bully-problems. (An aside on the Great White Father misdirection that “Gran Torino” took in Eastwood’s character rejecting a White teen in favor of Hmongs: it’s a “Karate Kid” motif. Mr. Miyagi, after all, wasn’t mentoring a Japanese boy.)

So Johnny gives Miguel a lecture about not being a pussy and having balls, and Miguel says: “Don’t you think you’re doing a lot of genderizing?”

Johnny is genuinely confused by that dollop of late-rot cultural Marxism. Miguel helpfully clarifies: “My guidance counselor says that a lot of words perpetuate the sexist worldview that can trigger …”

Johnny: “QUIET!! From now on, you’ll not listen to your guidance counselor. You’ll listen to me. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Sensei.”



– You cheer for Johnny. By creators’ intent or not, I don’t know yet. You wonder if his Cobra Kai background will be his final corruption and undoing, and if so, will that be forced by the fiat of the show’s writers. At this point, everything about Johnny is like rivers of cleansing water.

– Shiksa-hate in the script, with the beautiful blonde (friend of Daniel LaRusso’s daughter) being gratuitously cruel.

– I don’t know what upper-class teenage life in Los Angeles is like. It’s shown here as multiracial, in a familiar sanitized sort of way.

– Fat black girl is a rocket scientist, just like those gals in “Hidden Figures.”

– Johnny is a deadbeat dad. His son is a juvenile delinquent but he looks good and healthy. Meanwhile Daniel LaRusso’s son, who is about 12 years old, is an obese, androgynous, video game-addicted boy who has no emotional connection with or respect for his father.

– Daniel loves his teenage daughter more than he does his son. With the boy, attempts at bonding are, per Mike and the Mechanics, “stilted conversations, I’m afraid that’s all we’ve got.” There is a flashback scene of him and his daughter, in her childhood, bonding over karate. No such flashbacks with the boy.

– Daniel confronts Johnny in the newly reopened Cobra Kai dojo. Knowing things about Daniel’s daughter and her friends that Daniel doesn’t know, Johnny speaks his parting words: “Get your house in order, LaRusso.”

That’s all I watched so far. So far, I recommend it.

The False Dichotomy of Establishment’s Right vs Left (M.M. Video)

The new Murdoch Murdoch video has its sublime moments, both heartbreaking (at the opioid valley) and uplifting (like when the boy and girl each give the Hero a keepsake for good luck). And a few hilarious ones. The off-hand words of wisdom are memorable:

HERO [to the girl who was tempted to become a showbiz whore]: “He would have exploited you.”

GIRL: “I see the way you look at those girls. Is that not what all men want?”

HERO: “There will always be whores. But you should not strive to be one.”

And later:

BOY: “I say, you’ve gotta live your life like a hawk. Always conquering, always invading. Always on the offensive.”

GIRL: “That’s not true. You have to be the dove. You have to always be kind, and courteous, and look out for the weak.”

SAGE: “Children, you must be a hawk when you’re amongst hawks. You must be a dove when you’re amongst doves. That, is the natural balance.”

And the last few minutes, starting at 28:20, the story does a fine job of presenting the false dichotomy of imperialism vs pacifism.

The story is a Hero’s Journey. Past that 28 minute mark, he finds the Oracles he’s been seeking for an answer that will “bring light back to the world,” or save Western civilization. The Oracles, as it turns out, are Happy Merchants and they tell him that he must choose between the establishment’s conservative and liberal ideologies:

Right Wing Choice
– Beguiling voice: “If you choose the Right, we offer you the greatest military man has ever seen. You will have the power to destroy all life on Earth.”

– Wrathful voice: “But you will always fight wars for nothing. Your children will die in ditches in lands far away for no more than a few coins to a handful of rich men.”

Left Wing Choice
– Beguiling voice: “If you choose the Left, you will be filled with compassion and love. You will see the world as a family and your people will crave peace.”

– Wrathful voice: “But you will always be dominated, destined to watch your women raped and your fathers’ graves desecrated. You will live only to serve stronger peoples.”

Right Wing Choice
– Beguiling voice: “If you choose the Right, your race will live on indefinitely. They will conquer the stars and multiply endlessly.”

– Wrathful voice: “But you will be no more than bacteria, for art and philosophy will leave your blood. You will be like a cancer that spreads, always feeding until nothing else but the cancer lives.”

Left Wing Choice
– Beguiling voice: “If you choose the Left, you will live in harmony with nature and the waters will be clear and clean. The various species will live on and the world will become a great forest again.”

– Wrathful voice: “But your race will mix with animals and you will become animals. You will stagnate on the mountaintops as you await the death of the sun.”

Watch to the end to learn what Hero chooses. Needless or needful to say, NSFW due to politics and iconography.

He’s Right About The Drummer

A shout-out to Peterike, who wrote this about the 1970s East Village band Blondie:

The secret weapon of Blondie, the band, has always been drummer Clem Burke. He’s terrific and doesn’t get enough credit when people have “best drummer” conversations. He’s really the perfect pop drummer.

See the video below. The guy defies the limits of human arm speed. And don’t miss Debbie Harry in good form. I’m awed by her vocals. She’s fresh and frisky in that 1979 performance.

Some of the great Rock drummers:

  • Neil Peart (Rush).
  • John Densmore (The Doors). He makes the mood on those epic-length “Riders on the Storm” and “The End.”
  • Nick Mason (Pink Floyd). The momentary percussion solos in “Hey, You” exemplify the improvisational jazzy feel.
  • Dave Grohl (Foo Fighters). An old friend of mine is a theoretical mathematician and a drummer. Last summer, he and I emptied a bottle of Jack while watching Foo Fighters’ videos on HD widescreen. Before the nectar kicked in, he made an impassioned case for Grohl’s greatness, illustrating his point with perfect air drumming to the songs while explicating the anatomy of the beat.

Atomic,” featured in a recent post, is my favorite Blondie song but the bright “Dreaming” is right behind it. Both songs have a transcendent moment. It’s not the bridge, which is traditionally when the song bends away from its verse-chorus structure. In both cases, it’s the chorus. In “Atomic,” she builds up to “Oh, your hair is beautiful.” In “Dreaming,” it’s the register-spike when she chants “Meet me! …” At that moment, the band’s drummer does something I’ve not seen before: he jumps up from his stool and headbangs while rapid-tempo drumming.

  • Clem Burke (Blondie).

Open thread

Modern Love

Gentlemen, words of wisdom on love in a time of poz, for those who seek their fortune?

Boomer: “Be confident and have a good job. Pretty girls will line up to marry you.”

Omniscient narrator: Thank you sir, that was helpful. 

GenX’er: “Things have changed. When I hit 20, there was no lack of pretty girls but they wanted to party more than I did. A decade later, it all derailed. Today, if a girl is under thirty and of less than porcine dimensions, her venereal options are limitless. Such power makes monsters of women. I hear that you have to be a criminal these days, to excite her dulled pistils. We weren’t willing to be criminals. Instead, in the twilight of our youth, we discovered Game.

Omniscient narrator: In 1990, cute girls were everywhere and obesity was rare. Mudsharking had just come on the scene but it hadn’t yet lowered the buying price of male companionship for marginal girls, so those girls still did their best to be attractive, maintaining dating market equilibrium. Don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone.

Millennial: “When’s the last time I even saw a pretty girl? They’re all sea slugs who think they’re vamps, with the worst qualities of both. Anyhow, young men have dropped out, so having a scintilla of confidence puts you ahead of the soy-boys because the starved females crave masculine edge. Hey, knock yourself out and game a slag.”

When you seek pessimism, you will always find it. I know that nation-wreckers have ruined the world. They will pay for it, I promise. You are stuck on Fembot Fallacy, a fantasy that nothing keeps any woman from thotting and whoring it up while calling the cops on you. You’re wrong. Something does hold her hand back from pressing on all those levers of power arrayed before her. That something is soul. Some women have it. 

You know, in the dark they wonder the same about you: “Why won’t he just cut my throat, burn down the house, and go out in glory? Don’t men like glory?” 

There are diamonds in the rough. If you find one that’s better than her girlfriends and if you practice Game — it’s been dropped on your lap for free — you will laugh about how natural it feels to inspire her to take pride in looking nice, in being a good mother, in embracing all those things that terrify your enemies.

Generation Zyklon: “I’m nine years old and I don’t know what any of that means. My dad says that we will know the truth. I will make my own fortune.”

This letter is sealed. Read it when you are a bit older:

“My heart bursts like a thousand sunrises when I look at you. Every generation has its part to play, you have yours. You might not know what it is until after you’ve fulfilled it. You will do fine because you fear God, therefore you’re not afraid of anything else. Two tips: Don’t take advice from someone whose experience had left him embittered; he doesn’t want you to win. In love — now more than ever before — a man must decide early what he want from life and take it.”


It’s not really work
It’s just the power to charm
I’m still standing in the wind
But I never wave bye bye
But I try, I try