Identitarian Songs: Can You Write One?

There are videos showing Gilet Jaunes having lost an eye and in one case, a hand, to police-launched projectiles. Glory and honor to the heroes.

Aux armes, citoyens
Formez vos bataillons
Marchons, marchons!
Qu’un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons!

In 1981 I listened to an illegal song on a cassette tape, “So that Poland be Poland.” (Żeby Polska była Polską). Now the same anti-Communist struggle is going on in points-west.

Can you write a simple song about your country that covers its sweep of history and connects its people across the centuries? If you write lyrics that speak to your national spirit, there is no doubt that someone on the Right can perform and record it.

Żeby Polska była Polską / So that Poland be Poland
Jan Pietrzak, 1976

Z głębi dziejów, z krain mrocznych, / From the dawn of time, from murky realms
Puszcz odwiecznych, pól i stepów, / Primeval forests, fields and steppes
Nasz rodowód, nasz początek, / Our birthright, our beginnings
Hen, od Piasta, Kraka, Lecha. / Onward from Piast, Krak, Lech
Długi łańcuch ludzkich istnień / A long chain of human beings
Połączonych myślą prostą. / Connected by a simple thought:

Refrain x2
Żeby Polska, żeby Polska, / So that Poland, so that Poland

Żeby Polska była Polską! / So that Poland be Poland!

Wtedy kiedy los nieznany / When inscrutable fates
Rozsypywał nas po kątach, / Scattered us to the corners of the world
Kiedy obce wiatry grały, / When foreign winds swept our land
Obce orły na proporcach, / And foreign eagles crowned the pennants
Przy ogniskach wybuchała / By the campfires burst out
Niezmożona nuta swojska. / The tireless familiar note:

[Refrain x2]

Zrzucał uczeń portret cara, / The student knocked down the Tsar’s portrait
Ksiądz Ściegienny wznosił modły, / Father Ściegienny held Mass
Opatrywał wóz Drzymała, / Drzymała supplied his wagon
Dumne wiersze pisał Norwid. / Norwid wrote defiant poems
I kto szablę mógł utrzymać / And each who could hold a saber
Ten formował legion, wojsko. / Formed legions, armies

[Refrain x2]

Matki, żony w mrocznych izbach / Mothers, wives in humble homes
Wyszywały na sztandarach / Sewed on banners
Hasło: “Honor i Ojczyzna” / Slogans “Honor and Fatherland”
I ruszała w pole wiara. / And our boys took to the field
I ruszała wiara w pole / And our boys went to battle
Od Chicago do Tobolska / From Chicago to Tobolsk

[Refrain x4]


56 thoughts on “Identitarian Songs: Can You Write One?

  1. Not long ago I came across an interview with Jan Pietrzak, the writer and original performer of “Żeby Polska była Polską.” He’s alive and well, 81 years old today and he was denouncing the EU and Merkel’s invitating of migrants to Europe. Our guy. It’s also a strange feeling when you realize that someone associated with a “heroic era” of a time long-gone by is still around in the current year, and in the middle of all that happens now just like we are.

  2. @PA. I think the 1910 Underground anthem Rota has more poignancy:

    Nie rzucim ziemi skąd nasz ród!
    We’ll never give ground from our roots
    Nie damy pogrześć mowy.
    We’ll never bury our ability to speak
    Polski my naród, polski lud,
    Polish is our nation Polish is our People
    Królewski szczep Piastowy.
    Descendants of the Royal Piasts

    The translation is my own so that non Polish speakers can understand the flow of the words.

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  4. Walawala, definitely. “Rota” (The Oath) is the foremost of the solemn hymns. Great simple melody and as you show the first verse, powerful lyrics. Written in defiance of the forced germanization of children under the Prussian partition.

  5. Other than solemn hymns, there are also great campfire songs. Most of them I believe are from the early 20th century. Upbeat and lively. Some with grim and some with upbeat lyrics:

    “Rozkwitały pąki białych róż” (The white roses blossomed)

    “Wojenko, wojenko” (Lady war)

    “Płonie ognisko” (The bright campfire)

    “Hej Sokoły” (Hey falcons!)

    Many others, also known as scout songs.

  6. @PA Those songs all deal with defiance in the face of struggle. They could still be sung today in Poland as a tribute those who sacrificed and as a cautionary tale for the future.

    Jews of course hate these songs and decry them as “nationalist”. It’s their pejorative, their “Dog-whistle” for anti-Semitism.

  7. They are definitely sung by boy/girlscouts. Culture moves in Frivolous-Heroic cycles, you can also call them Comedy-Tragedy cycles. The mindframe of one won’t understand the midframe of the other, both are vital to a healthy balanced collective psyche.

    Fifteen or even ten years ago it was frivolous. Pop culture in Poland from that time reflects the enthusiasm for the EU. It was a materialistic period. I’m re-watching the 2000s-era “Ranczo” television series. A well made, engaging show about a fictional village in eastern Poland. The main character is a young American woman who discovered that her great-grandmother willed her a now-abandoned and dilapidated country estate. She moves to the village and hijinx ensue. The show was a vehicle for poz and feminism that intensified as the series went on. That in part was a reflection of the upbeat attitude about the West and “progress” of that time. Still, a dialogue in one of the early episodes caught my attention yesterday:

    There are three Village Drunk characters whose function is part comic relief, part meta-commentary. One of them is an old man who’s seen his years and offers wisdom. He and his bench-sitting drinking companions are talking about the EU’s generous subsidies of Poland, paraphrasing:

    “So, what will the EU want from us in return for all that free money?”
    “Maybe they are just generous”
    “There is no such thing as something for nothing.”
    “But what about the post-war Communist land reforms? That was something for nothing.”
    “It’s easy to take someone’s stuff and give it away to something else. Here, the EU is giving us their own money. Mark my words, one day they’ll come to collect.”

    The EU’s “visit to collect” was 2015, when the Fourth Reich dumped migrants on their own country and ordered Eastern Europe, even tiny states like Latvia, to take in their quotas. Thank God for Hungary and Viktor Orban, who was the first to say NO. From what I can see in the culture over there from my vantage point, that frivolous era is gone. The sanguine “Ranczo” feels very anachronistic now.

  8. @PA Those quotas and the migrant crisis harkened back to a post-war nostalgia of helping refugees and displaced persons DP’s—something Europe had not seen since the 40’s and event post Berlin Wall.
    The fact that back then you didn’t have Polish “grooming gangs” setting up in heavily Polish areas of London made what followed the migrant influx so shocking it put leftists in denial.
    Even with the Caravans I’d browns approaching the Us border and evidence of Sex trafficking and disease leftists and Jews still like to long for that herioic post world war 2 migrant crisis which saw a better world built.
    Times changes but leftist idealism hasn’t caught up.
    In reference to the comedy series Poles have always been Red Pilled.

  9. Polak, Węgier — dwa bratanki,
    i do szabli, i do szklanki,
    oba zuchy, oba żwawi,
    niech im Pan Bóg błogosławi.

  10. America has great folk music. There’s so many different ballads and songs.

    Good Old Rebel is an anthem for the Dissident Right. The /best/ version is by Chante Sudiste.

    I hates the glorious Union, ’tis drippin with our Blood
    I hates the striped banner, I fit it all I could

    That’s from the post civil war South.

    Another classic song is the Bear Went Over the Mountain. That’s probably from the Mid South and it was one of the most popular songs of its type.

    The Bear Went Over the Mountain [x3]
    to see what he could see

    To see what he could see!

    Talk about copybook headings …

    A metal version of this song featured in Dumb and Dumber, at the diner just before they inadvertently poisoned the guido hitman with an atomic pepper. The quote unquote metaphoric meaning is obv. You go over the mountain in the season of rising sap to see what’s on the other side. Generally it’s a similar view, but maybe looking the other way. It fit well in that movie because they were on their journey going to the mountains.

  11. 2000s-era “Ranczo” television series

    That sounds like a good comedy set-up. Subtitles?

    It’s a fairly classic plot device. Younger person goes to big city, comes home, and confusion. Old men on park benches.

    What was the movie with Reese Witherspoon and she did that same thing where she came back to Georgia, after winning success in NYC in the fashion industry no less.

    One line from that movie was pretty funny. She said to one of her schoolmates that he was wearing the same hat that he wore 10 years ago when she left and he replied, yeah and it’s almost broke in.

  12. I don’t mean to focus on America as opposed to Poland, but it is what it is. This is America, after all.

    America’s tradition of folk music, was well known for its “vigor”. The jews who came over and made a buck off it, and everyone else who heard the singing cowboys, were impressed.

    They would actually sing these great songs while they were riding along. It eventually became something that was in movies, and even a cliche, but back in the 19th century, the people were actually doing that because they had the energy.


    It’s an interesting contrast, the original music versus the more popularized versions. The more popularized was often jewed, and it’s not like that stuff was not well done, it just has a patina of not being the real thing.

    Oklahoma. Those lyrics are insufferable. There’s a cow and as I pass by he winks at me? The real cowboys were not making jokes about winking at cows.

  13. Sorry to hijack. I want to get a folk song group together, to do the old songs. With some singers who can really belt it out in and do the actual melody rather than my simplistic bass baritone pentatonic power notes.

    Women are good singers by the way. Of all the sings that they can and can’t do, that’s one of the sings that they can. I wouldn’t say better than men, but on the other hand something about wanting to sing, is feminine. It’s not actually, but in this culture, that’s sorta how it is.

    [Not hijacking at all. Any and all folk songs are interesting and timely. — PA]

  14. All folk songs are interesting and very timely. I kicked things off with “La Marseillaise.” I didn’t know about the songs Elk, you mentioned.

    — It’s an interesting contrast, the original music versus the more popularized versions.

    I had’t thought about that. Traditional songs definitely have their original spirit that expressed itself in the performance. Then there are newer arrangements that fit the tastes of the times.

    “Rozkwitały pąki białych róż” (The buds of white roses were blossoming) is a great one. Written in 1918. It’s a male-female duet. I like this contemporary arrangement:

    The buds of white roses were blossoming,
    Come back, my Jaś (Johnny) from this war, come back.
    Come back and kiss me, like you used to do,
    I shall give thee then the most beautiful white rose in return.

    I put, with you going forth to fight,
    A white rose upon your rifle.
    Before you went, my Johnny, away from here,
    Before you passed the threshold, the flower had died on the ground.

    Upon the steppe an impenetrable mist lies,
    The wind in grasses sobs quietly.
    The winter has come, rose flowers dropped down
    Johnny went away, and his trail is gone.

    Buds of white roses have already faded.
    The summer, the autumn, the winter have already passed.
    What shall I give thee, my Johnny, hey,
    When you come back from war to the girl of thine?

    Hey, girl, the Uhlan died in fight,
    Although you had handed him a flower of white rose.
    Was dishonest the gift of thy hand,
    Or maybe the fire in your heart had faded away?

    Upon the empty field the cold wind is blowing,
    Thy Johnny shall never return again, no.
    The cruel death is taking bloody loot,
    Johnny of thine is buried in a dark grave.

    Johnny doesn’t need anything anymore,
    For the buds of white roses blossom for him now.
    There, near the ravine, where he fell in battle,
    A flower of white rose has grown on the grave.

    Do not mourn, fair maiden, no,
    In Polish soil he shall be fine.
    Praised will be his effort and pain,
    For the Fatherland fell beloved of thine.

  15. — That sounds like a good comedy set-up. Subtitles?

    Not on YouTube. If you type in "Ranczo", you'll see full episodes and blooper videos though. I have a DVD set of the first five seasons, re-watched several episodes today. TFW you watch a sitcom made for three-digit IQ audiences. No vulgarity, no gratuitous innuendo, slow narrative pace for people with normal attention spans, camera that captures half-wild rural beauty. And comedy that makes 100 and 130 IQ people laugh out loud.

    I haven't decided if the feminism (which is heavy in certain episodes) is Jewish subversion or that era's faith and enthusiasm about Progress, as personified by the EU. It was all about doing away with backwardness such as wife-beating, drunkenness, laziness, corruption… things that you could say festered in backwards parts of Europe, but now, knowing what we know in 2019 — it’s complicated because we know that (some) girls like to be choked and we need them in our social fabric too. We need men who aren't Nice Guys in our social fabric too.

    People who subscribed to Ranczo ideals thought that you could have a better world by fighting common human vices. They were wrong. Pride, as all of Tradition teaches us, is the downfall of the ambitious.

    I watched the first five seasons several years ago, my in-laws bought me DVD sets as a gift. Re-watching them now, and wow, the faith in the EU is so anachronistic.

    No, the EU will not make Poland better. It will send arab/nigger rapists to your daughter's school and police/journalists will cheer them on. There was one episode I saw today, in which the comic relief / meta-commentary Village Drunks talked about how EU will come after them too — to grab up the cheap foreign labor (them), and ban their favorite activity, which of course is open-air drinking as long as they hide the bottle when the passing village policeman pretends to not-see them drinking. A Village Drunk character says to another, to drive his point home: "Have you ever heard about open air drinking in the EU?"

    Ten years later, the EU went from Rotherham to Gilet Jaunes.

    No, Ranczo 2007, the EU can’t fix Poland and our eternal social problems. The EU is the enemy.

  16. One literary device I immediately noticed in Ranczo is the main characters as allegory for Polish archetypes.

    Lucy. the main character, who is the Polish-American woman who moves into the village and brings Progress with her: Poland’s westward gaze, a hope that “this half” of our identity will lift us above Slavic backwardness.

    Kusy. Her eventual love interest, they end up getting married and having a baby in a later season. He is the female-fantasy archetype of handyman / secret-prince. He is, in fact, working as Lucy’s handyman haunted by personal demons. He represents Poland’s Romantic (capital R) tradition. As Lucy quickly discovers, despite going through a low point in his life, Kusy is a brilliant, educated, noble man of high character.

    The village Mayor and the parish Priest. My two favorite characters, in a way. They are twins, played by the same actor. The Mayor represents petty dictatorship, corruption, Communist-era despotism, and atheism. The Priest represents, of course, Roman Catholicism and national conscience, no matter how imperfect the man. And this is important: the twin brothers despise each other but they find themselves in situations where they have to work together.

    There are lots of other characters, some of whom also represent an archetype.

  17. Walawala, since you mentioned Rota (“The Oath”), here is a contemporary performance by a solo female singer. Nicely done, good imagery in the video. Halfway through the video, a Nationalist Rap song takes over, which was a “thing” several years ago:

  18. Poland was once the butt of jokes as backward but has now forged its rightful place as a beacon of light in that dark world that is the EU. But it’s all backed with a strong moral warrior culture built on sacrifice.

    However most of the young Poles I meet when they’re traveling seem to view this from a globalist perspective viewing the ideals in Rota and other imagery as bordering on fascism.

    I find it confusing not having been back in a long time to understand what exactly is happening.

  19. I can see folk taking after the madrigal of the 16th century and trying to emphasize unique expression for each phrase, even each word. “Prosifying verse.” Throw some neo-Balkan components in there as well like some galvanic variation of the accordion that employ the same rectilinear detachment toward any outside structural pattern and you’re in tall choral-tone cotton.

    More traditionally, this white-warm number could lead to identitarian offshoots:

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  21. I was riding with a millennial on a landscape crew (yeah yeah mowin’ lawns), this was a few summers ago.

    That whole production was a shitshow epic failure; coulda been worse. The boss who was my cousin, had an alchoholic relapse and took a fall and it fell apart. I came through for him and finished up the lawns he had contracts on. He owes me a “solid”, but he is such hardhead he might not see it that way. This guy was 5 foot 4 on a good day and in his youth obsessively devoted to “body sculpting” which I didn’t know it was called that but apparently it is. His bench press was 400-and-change. All his major lifts woulda been like that. He didn’t skip leg day and in fact was rated top-five in his weight class. Or so he said.

    The kid who I was partnered with was a real hothead. Unstable. He was driving the rig and on at least two occasions got into road rages that were beyond the usual fuck-you’s. It was to the point where his driving was compromised and I felt obligated to tell the boss on him, and did, out of concern for everyone’s safety including the pedestrians.

    This kid was, the perfect millennial. No homo but he was ‘built like a cowboy’ and had very long and lustrous black hair. He was from rural Minnesota and his dad was a fuck-up. Iow typical.

    On one of the first days we are driving around between lawns, and he asks me: “What’s your story?”

    That gay fucking question again. I woulda said something like, just trying to work through the summer (kid). I wouldn’t have called him kid, though. I did in fact call him kid once and we almost came to blows. He probably would have kicked my ass.

    But on the topic of folk music, that’s all a set-up for this following punchline which I can’t get right, but this really happened. We are both musicians and he says to me I got some recordings of myself doing Dylan songs, do you want to hear them?

    I said no [ha!], but what songs?

    — A Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall

    God’s honest truth it went down exactly like that. The staircase wit answer:

    — All 13 verses?

    The joke, for those not getting it, for not being familiar the song or whatever, is that of all the Bob Dylan songs to put upon your listeners, you’re gonna choose that one?

    I think it has only 9 verses, but it’s in the mold of the epic I’m a prophet folk singer, come! hear my lament

    “Kid, you don’t enough mileage, for that song … ”

  22. Residential landscaping is such a joke, of a business. Maybe it can be run right, but it’s one of those fracture points of the modern world, where customer’s expectations and unrealistic, and they end up unsatisfied.

    That’s just half the problem, or less, really. The other half is that they are sold a service that doesn’t match what they really need. The most basic problem is that the grass doesn’t always need cut, but people think that’s the service that they got.

    A landscape crew of two or three guys, having to do 10 or 12 lawns per day, is not going to give your yard tender loving care. They are going to cut it as quickly as they can, and often as not, shorter than they should.

    The larger problem is sustainable development and the suburbs and blah blah blah. So much energy goes into maintaining those lawns, and most of em are hardly enjoyed. Every year people enjoy their suburban lawns less, it seems to me.

    Lawn services though can be a viable gig, but with the right clients.

  23. The reason I said No (I don’t want to hear your songs) is because it wasn’t the right time. We had work to do!

    I actually did want to hear his songs. Maybe, sometime, eventually, whenever. Sometime else. But not driving between jobs trying to get something done like mature adults are supposed to want to do.

    The trailer was not too short on its axis but still and spite of his cowboy good looks, he had trouble mastering backing it up. One time he had to turn around on a suburb street and ended up in using someone’s driveway and being half on their lawn, and getting turned in too tight and having to go back and forth twenty times and just doing a number on their lawn. They weren’t home, but there was some nearby outdoor workers, White contractors, who saw the whole thing. My head was literally in my hands, sunk down in shame.

    Another time we had to back up the trailer to dispose of some brush, and it took him two or three or four tries to get it right, and then when he finally did he said Boom!

    That was awhile ago and so it was a more current expression then but still it was an odd thing to say on the job.

  24. The other guy I worked with that summer was named Honduro and he was from Honduras. His actual name was not Honduro.

    This guy was great. If they were all like Honduro? they’d still have to all go back. But the point is he could mow lawns in the summer heat and not complain. He said, sincerely, that I could come work on his family’s coffee farm in Honduras, which is what he was planning to do once he had made some money. They had some hectares there. Apparently his family was middle class or well to do, by their standards.

    Not to go full boomer [never go full boomer] but his class of people are not guatemalans or low-rent mexicans.

    He said that life was more fun in Honduras, that people were out and about, festive and whatnot. Young women in bright colored clothes. He didn’t use that phrase, but that’s what he said.

    He got a job tending concrete for the city which was a well paying gig and so left our sorry crew. I don’t know how he swung getting that job. Most likely ethnic networks.

  25. Another guy on that crew was also a millennial.

    We were at the shop getting our trailer geared up and ready to go, and there’s this shitty radio blasting away the classic rock station, KQ of course, staticky as hell and so when no one was looking I went over and turned it off.

    This guy was a big nordic blockhead and asked me it I had turned it off. He seemed disbelieving that anyone would do such a thing.

  26. Four white guys, one Honduran. The Honduran was the most mentally well balanced. The most reliable on the job. I did a good job too, but even so, I would have rated his performance first, and mine second. The boss, like I said, had his own shall-we-say problems.

    I had no experience in landscaping, coming on to that job. I feel bad saying this, because this guy is my blood relative. Yeah he had a 400-lbs bench press, but he wasn’t too “mechanical,” as we used to call it.

    That’s still the descriptive term in use, as far as I know, but it’s in quotes because it’s kind of a stupid phrase. Last I checked, every last one of us is biological not mechanical. Amiright?

    So back to the job. Eventually of course the string on the weed whip [that’s what weed whackers are called in the trades] needs replaced. And five-foot-four bossman with the 400-lbs bench press; well, he doesn’t know how.

    Did I ask him to show me how to replace the string on the weed whip. Apparently so, else how else do I recall him not knowing how to do it? If you haven’t dealt with those commercial grade lawn equipment systems, it’s not something you necessarily know exactly how to do. It can be more tricky than you might think. I figured it out straight away; I am fairly mechanical in aptitude but not inclination. What you do is wind the string around the plastic and then put it back in place.

  27. “Residential landscaping is such a joke, of a business.”

    I have a friend who does installation art. At a couple galleries in Spain, he exhibited some physical commentary on the seeming phantoms in that trade and their clockwork presence during the week in modern cities. The lawns, the “grass,” was made of actual chunks of lawn mowers and edgers of various types, large and small. Centaurs in sleeveless bath robes, male & female, were chopping at the artificial plants using swaths of real cactuses, their hands bloodied from the needles. I think a few ponderous folk songs could be written about it.

  28. His name was Kyle Yorlets and he was an aspiring pop musician. Youtube link to follow.

    Five minors are charged with criminal homicide in the deadly shooting of a Nashville musician, police said.

    The suspects, ages 12 to 16, had a stolen loaded gun with them when they were arrested, Metro Nashville Police said. CNN isn’t naming the suspects.

    The five were in a stolen pickup truck in an alley behind Kyle Yorlets’ home Thursday afternoon when they robbed him of his wallet, investigators said. It’s believed Yorlets, 24, was shot when he refused to hand over the keys to his vehicle.

  29. I don’t mean to make light of the young man’s death. The details as summarized above are depressing as can be. You’re sitting at your house, or more likely rental unit, and get busted in on by five negro youths not even 15 and they carjack and shoot you dead?

    What a way to go.

    The story is written up by Paul Kersey of SBDL fame. Kersey is now at Unz.

    The band this young dead White American was in, is called Carverton, and this song Wildside had some airplay on the popular music radio playlists,

  30. The deceased pictured above, Kyle Yorlets.

    Yorlets is an unusual name. Never heard it before. It sounds English or British derived. Plus he’s in the Mid South, and given his looks —-> Old American background.

    His mannerisms in the video above are pretty gay. The way he walks is very feminine.

    It’s commercial pop. These were not artistic visionaries. It’s interesting to note that he wouldn’t give over his truck keys; he had a truck. Not complying perhaps cost him his life, though given they were brainless literal tweens (one of them), they mighta woulda shot him whatever.

    James LaFond aka the violence guy strongly advises compliance in a situation like that. Presumably unless you are capable of disarming and overpowering them and are willing to go.


    Another of LaFond’s advices which is interesting and worth pointing out but not applicable to the above situation, is that when dealing with aggressive niggers on the street?

    It’s falling into their frame, and showing weakness, to say word one.

    Anyone you say is used to size you up. And not the words themselves, but how you say them and more generally how you are responding.

    A real man is playing tactics and doesn’t have the energy to waste on words.

    I don’t think it’s always as clear as cut as that. But the general point is correct.

  31. Who else got that spike of adrenaline while reading about the killing and felt pure Hate?

    Adrenaline then settles to normal levels and you’re again clearheaded enough to ask questions. One such question is this: What will be the 21st century correction to the 20th century’s experiment in giving blacks legal equality?

  32. Re-watched several more episodes of “Ranczo” yesterday. The show promotes late-liberal values of feminism and tolerance, and as I mentioned above, I don’t know if that’s by conscious (((subversion))) or earnest westward gaze for material solutions to spiritual ills. Positivism is part of European tradition, for better and worse. And like I also noted: 12 years ago when the show ran, it was easier to accept EU membership as vehicle for national uplift. Not so now.

    Also worth restating, the show is beautifully done in terms of pacing, aesthetics, and casting/character development.

    Another intentional Blue Pill and a separate and possibly accidental Red Pill was dropped in two of the episodes I watched yesterday.

    Blue Pill:

    One of the regular characters is Klaudia, a teenage girl, the daughter of the corrupt village Mayor. Her thing is that she adopts a different subculture in each episode according to an always-off-screen new guy she’s dating. Punk, Goth, Vegan, Hare Krishna, Businesswoman, Grunger, etc etc. In one episode she was dating a Skinhead and was dressed according to that aesthetic. She tells Lucy, the American main protagonist, about this latest thing she’s into. Lucy is her confidant through Klaudia’s normal teenage stuff. But now she’s apprehensive as Klaudia tells her: “You know, my boyfriend makes a lot of sense [summarizes his nationalist/nativist case, nothing more extreme than what Orban would say now].

    Upon hearing this, Kusy (Lucy’s eventual husband and main male protagonist, a brilliant Sigmaesque man going through a rough patch in life) gives Klaudia an enraged earful about Hate. As in, “hate is bad.”

    The upside to having had to stomach this vile globalist propaganda wrapped in such a nice TV show and think about all the other viewers who saw that, is the fact that the world, the West in particular, Europe even more so, has now seen the fruits of Tolerance and those fruits are rotten and crawling over with worms.

    Kusy’s appeal to Tolerance is an appeal from the Frivolous era, thus incomprehensible to audiences in the Heroic era.

    The Red Pill example: next comment.

  33. Intentionally or not, a Red Pill was dropped in another episode. Plot set-up: the village Priest is in a bit of a panic because the Bishop called him, telling him that he’s planning to visit the village. The Priest is a sympathetic character, twin brother of the unsympathetic village Mayor who represents the corruption of former communist era.

    The bishop tells the priest not to tell anyone that he’s a bishop; he wants to come off as an ordinary priest so that people act naturally in his presence. He wants to see the parish as it really is, and also take a break from the exhausting trappings of rank he deals with daily.

    Beside himself with anxiety, the Priest arranges things so that the village is on its best behavior. Word quickly gets out that the visitor is in fact a bishop, so all villagers strive to pretend they don’t know that when they meet him.

    The bishop arrives and hijinx ensue. It’s worth noting that the bishop is a tall, distinguished man with a deep, authoritative voice, and also a sympathetic one-time character.

    One of those hijinx is caused by the village policeman, out of uniform for the sake of being inconspicuous, who trails the bishop on his solo walks around the village to ensure his safety and well being. The cop is a bit incompetent and the bishop quickly notices that he’s being followed. He assumes the worst: secret police surveillance.

    He runs into Kusy, who was minding his own business, and that encounter deepens the bishop’s paranoia. Then, Lucy approaches the bishop in a friendly and respectful manner, and mentions that she’s American. But the bishop misunderstands her innocent intentions and thinks that she’s a US intelligence agent (verbal comedy, when a person says something ambiguous but the other party reasonably interprets her words wrongly).

    And now his conviction that he’s under state surveillance hits another level: now it’s not just state organs, but also the Americans, who are spying on an incognito Church dignitary visiting an obscure village. The red pill moment:

    The bishop sternly lectures the bewildered Lucy, paraphrasing:

    “The more things change, the more they stay the same. Before, it was NKVD/KGB that persecuted us. Now, it’s the CIA. Well, let me tell you something, missy! This here is a free, sovereign nation. We’re not some damn colony of yours. Are we clear on that?”

  34. What will be the 21st century correction to the 20th century’s experiment in giving blacks legal equality?

    Reprisals. Collect the good ole boys and gun down a dozen blekks every time this happens. If it happens to me, avenge me. If it happens to a good friend or someone in the family, inflict cold but swift retribution. Make it too dangerous to mess with whitey and they will stop.

  35. I have always loved another one by Pietrzak:

    Though it starts rather weak the few seconds at the ending touch some strings in my soul (starting around 1:38)

  36. Just saw your comment on Heartiste from a couple of days ago, “Woke America”, about the pink shirt boomer perv crawling for the negroes. Note that this combines so many despicable things: living out his selfish filthy boomer fantasies, while also chipping away at civilization by doing it in public, while also virtue signalling. It’s a sick, sick world that just looks on. The poz runs hot.

  37. Jaded Jurist, that one was a little different. Not in a bad way. Very… minimalist. I wonder, who is its target audience and is it effective as a PSA. Assuming this is created as propaganda and not art. Either way, well done technically.

  38. Wow this guy Dangerfield is brilliant. 3d6 wisdom score of 18-plus …

    Yeah I watched it through to the end, before linking it.

  39. I wouldn’t call this a “song”, but identitarians will appreciate it nonetheless.

    The kids would call it a soundscape …

  40. I wrote some lyrics just now. I will post them in the following comment. They are in a traditional mode, but not Identitarian.

  41. Verse:
    As I was walking out this morning
    I spied a lass and fair
    with silver bells upon her ankles
    and marbles in her hair

    Her hair was blonde and silver
    and skin a milky white

    Muh dick a called a to me
    Let’s give this girl a fright!

    A fright a fear
    A life to lose
    A love to loss my dear!
    A jingle jangle signal clear
    u’neath the stars tonite!

    So says I, come hither miss
    let’s walk unto the wood
    I’ve a present for you fair young lass
    will do you milks some good!

    Come and follow, trust me now
    and tell not your brother where

    we’ll have you back ‘fore dinnertime
    and fed and groomed aright

    A thrill to have
    a love to make
    what else for us to?
    the flowers bloom the birds a flight
    a sign for me and you!

    And so we went into the wood
    returned from there but one
    she’d not have known what waited
    nor why for love begone

  42. To get motivated and take the time to graph it out with chords and a melody, would be an exercise in diligence.

    As with most real world things, it’s in the execution …

    The theme featured above, dark as it is, is not an uncommon theme. The idea of getting a girl to go along with you, and then raping and killing her, is something that happens enough that they make songs about it.

    For instance the American Traditional, Pretty Polly —

    I courted pretty Polly, the live long day [x2]
    then left her in the morning, before the break of day

    uses a simpler chord structure of two minor chords, D-minor and G-minor 7.

    The theme itself is worth an effort comment or ten. Or maybe not, but …

    What happens to a man when he’s looking at the latter half of his life, he doesn’t have much to look forward to other the inevitable decrepitude of old age. His memories of courtship are less than happy. And so he considers other options.

    Back in cowboy times, they used to talk about mean old (buffalo) bulls that had left the herd. It is also common behavior of other ungulate animals like wild sheep, who upon losing the battle for supremacy, chase away a ewe with which to do it.

    It’s a strategy that animals use.

  43. Cormac McCarthy wrote a book about that strategy called

    Child of God

    but which book contains a twist or two. And actually which strategy doesn’t play out like that but sort of does. This book is probably available in your local suburban library. To our credit, it somehow made the cannon.


    It is a great read, very short. It’s about life in the first half of the 20th century in the Mid South, among the not-upper classes.

    It features great scenes, like two of the characters saying about the eponymous, “He was never the same after he got kicked in the head by that mule.”

    It doesn’t actually feature that exact line, but something like it.

    The Child of God is the central character, and he is sick and twisted, but he has an 3.5+ SD animal intelligence to go along with his brain damaged self, with which he uses to survive.

    The phrase Child of God, is no longer in use, but it used to be something that was said about certain types of people. I don’t know whether Cormac was using it a bit ironically in so calling his hero; it would seem that he was sorta mighta woulda been.

  44. I said spoiler and my conscience is clear.

    The phrase Child of God wasn’t typically used to describe someone so sick and twisted as Cormac’s hero. It was used or ironically. (or was it?)

    It starts out with a sympathetic portrayal of this poor Billy from the Hills; and goes downhill from there …

    What happens to us. Good God, what happens.

    Was the hero so twisted to begin with that he ends up a murdering raping shitbag scum, and worse?

    Or was he just so unlucky, that at each point in his life, his options is more and more limited and the next thing you know he’s hiding bodies in caves. The conclusion is fairly great.

    He eventually gets caught by the good old boys, and as part of his “plea bargain” which he arranges w/ his canny animal intelligence, in order to maybe not get hanged he agrees to show them where he hid the bodies. And he leads them deeper and deeper into the labyrinthine cave complex which he sorta knows and they don’t …

  45. Elk: two great German rock songs some to mind after rereading your lyrics and follow-on commentary. More about that tomorrow.

    Sophia: I didn’t expect to see so much personal viciousness from the French police. The video shows it. (Great Quebecois song, BTW. I blogged about it a while back.)

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