Idle Thoughts On Choreographed Dance

This post is the fulfillment of my newfound lifelong interest in choreographed dance. It’s also a weekend open thread.

Spanish singer Paloma San Basilio performs in this video for “Luna de Miel.” I think this is from 1979. Castilian-lisp Spanish is the best kind of Spanish. You’ll notice it in her pronunciation of “s” and “z” sounds as “th.”

The other thing that caught my attention in the video is what you can call the default in pop-culture choreographed dance, before Eighties’ era emphasis on technical perfection, along with the drift away from traditional sexual polarity. Through the recent decades the dancers and their dance have become more androgynous, the art directors jettisoning any remaining connection to the dance being what it’s always been, which is stylized courtship between man and woman. For that long-forgotten sensuality, take a look at this video:

Pretty smooth, isn’t it, when she twice hands off her mic over to a male dancer when she needs her hands to be free. Also, tell me you wouldn’t love for her to run her hand along your back like she does with one of the male dancers. From another composition that’s in the same spirit:

L’amour est enfant de bohème
Il n’a jamais jamais connu de loi
Si tu ne m’aimes pas, je t’aime
Et si je t’aime, prends garde à toi!

Only a few years later… Madonna’s “Material Girl” has a similar choreographed dance, the female fantasy of being a lady attended-on by adoring gentlemen. I have literally not seen this video since 1984. Just opened that time capsule now.

There are two perspectives. One, is from the point of view of the year when the video came out and its contrast against that which the audiences were comfortable with at the time. Madonna’s video is less civilized than what you see in “Luna de Miel.” There is no feminine warmth in “Material Girl.” She has no reciprcal grace for her gentlemen-in-attendance the way San Basilio does. Madonna’s act is also more technically disciplined.

The second perspective is that of forty years later, or now. The video retrograde from our perspective. No Diversity, and there is even an on-the-house Game lesson for the viewers: chicks dig plucked wildflowers and an old pickup truck more than diamonds and supplication.

Pat Benetar’s “Love is a Battlefield” is another early-eighties transitional video. The story is about a young woman who for an unexplained reason is thrown out of her house by her father. What could she have done then… had an abortion? Her parents throw her out with a heavy heart and she ends up on the seedy streets of 1983 Manhattan and gets into prostitution. She and the other girls of the night join forces in empowerment against their pimp, shown as choreographed dance. It’s not sensual like San Basilios’s, it’s also not mechanical like Madonna’s. It’s rag dolls who are still vulnerable under their bravado.

The choreographed dance in Eighties’ music videos evolved over the decade. Michael Jackson’s virtuosity, Janet Jackson’s militaristic formations. Black sensibilities. Madonna’s increasingly queer male dancers. The sensual woman… who’s she?

By 2009 there was Lady Gaga with “Bad Romance” and its creepy antiseptic rooms. Definitely re-watch the Spanish video to detox after your voyage to the underworld.

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A subject for another time and for the comments: choreographed folk dances.

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“war” it hisses

An article at Unz makes an argument that Hitler was justified in attacking Poland in 1939. Commenter Szopen makes important counterpoints in the debate that follows the article. But the tangent I’m taking here is that we should expect more such articles in the near future, and not for “good” reasons of rehabilitating Hitler and therefore by popular leap of association, nationalism. And also not for good (no scare quotes here) reasons of retiring the establishment’s ongoing anti-German propaganda campaing. Globalists are pressing for adverse action against Poland, in part to extort Holocaust reparations from the Polish government and because Poland is the largest of east-central European countries to openly defy globohomo. An ethnically homogeneous country where Jesus Christ is King? Can’t let others start seeing that it’s possible!

From the comments:

I’ve lived around Jews all my life and they absolutely hate Poland. Poles and Polish culture and religion.

The greater the degree to which an ethnic group relies upon exploitative value-extraction from its host, the less human does that host population appear to them. Another commenter replies to the above:

It’s necessary to keep this in mind. The article has the same flavour as current Jewish media articles about Russia, Iran, Anglo-Americans or Palestinians (and it’s a testament to Jewish power that this heterogeneous group can be found lumped together)…

Another important fact is that inter-war Poland was multicultural… and the Communist Jews were Bolsheviks who wanted to do to Poland/Germany what the their brothers did to Russia after 1917…

[In 1939] Poland’s Communist Jews fled to Russia expecting a big welcome but ended up on cattle trucks to Siberia the same as all other refugees (unreliable elements). It was only later that Stalin appreciated their usefulness, and reintroduced them to Soviet dominated Poland to form Poland’s new Communist Nomenklatura (elite).

That past is alive on global scale and the heirs to those Bolsheviks are in power throughout the West. Consequently, last week Washington Post objected to Trump’s upcoming visit to Poland:

Here’s a suggestion to President Trump ahead of his scheduled visit to Poland at the end of this month: Please, don’t go…

One problem is that Trump and key figures in his administration feel attracted to Poland for ideological reasons. They share the views of Poland’s governing Law and Justice party on restrictive immigration policy, skepticism toward the European Union, and cultural issues such as abortion and LGBTQ rights.

Europe is passing through its darkest time. There are lighthouses in the night, countries that reject the nation-wrecking trifecta of immigration, abortion, and homosexuality.

No, I don’t think that the linked article at Unz’s was published in the spirit of anti-Polish agitation. What I’m saying, though, is that the enemies of European Christendom are making aggressive moves against Poland. They only get so much mileage from their control of authorized media, so they will dispatch shills throughout dissident sites to exploit nationalist English and Americans’ ambivalence about their respective countries’ past conduct toward Germany.

Many of you will recall the sudden appearance of a verbose and erudite-appearing commenter A_ at Chateau Heartiste, not long before the Chateau was deplatformed. I don’t dismiss the possibility that A_’s purpose was to subvert the pro-White movement via his Agree-Amplify-Poison rhetoric (I can later elaborate on this in the comments). And that he was a beta-test for an ideological offensive against one particular European country.

Is there transcendence in intoxication?

That’s one of my 30 questions. Readers’ shots of wisdom:

Only if you’re already intoxicated by life.

Yes but it’s temporary and it comes at a cost.

Depends on the intoxicant, set, and setting

No. (I thought last night of the San Fran warehouse rave CO documented with a rollcall of the dead at heartiste, and Hillary’s nuclear war, and it occurred to me they were a sort of holocaust).

There is definitely “transcendence” in toxic casing… It is called “liberationist theology.” It is ideological self-annihilation. The logical idea to General Entropy, ie., total degeneration.

No.  

No, you just think there is.

Yes. A drunk mouth speaks a sober mind. 

I met two friends at a tavern that’s not far from my house by way of wooded roads. They had to leave as my second beer remained barely touched. I was nursing the beers as we talked, despite knowing that they had to cut out early. The bill was already paid so as we got up from our table and they left, I walked with my drink over to the bar to finish it there.

The atmosphere became transcendent. Did I mention that everyone there was White? On the redneck side, in their mid-twenties for the most part plus a few middle-aged folks. A hot chick in a short skirt and with beautiful silky skin sat to my left, engaged in a giggly convo with her boyfriend and another woman. There was an empty seat to my right. A youngish man asks me if anyone’s sitting there. I looked up from my phone (I was reading the comments on this blog) and absently told him “nah, go ahead.” He looked intelligent and had long, dyed-blond hair.

The music. There were problems in the past with the jukebox, with fat Millennial women putting on extended stretches of hip-hop, but that hasn’t been a problem lately. The music, as I sat at the bar, was sublime. A long-unheard tune can have an effect that’s similar to olfactory recall of a buried memory. Allman Brothers’ Midnight Rider was playing. Personal associations with songs don’t translate well in print, so I’ll just say that for those several minutes I was in ’95, rural Tennessee. A younger me. The roadside, the sun, the wildflowers.

“Would you like another beer?”

“No, thank you.”

I had already decided that I’m not having any more at the bar. It was tempting, though. The music made for a perfect mood. The conversations filling the air like butterflies elicited in me profound good will for the people around me. The dude with dyed-blond hair was warming up to talk with someone. But the two drinks is my limit under the circumstances and it was time to go. I finished the beer and left the bar.

We’re all to one degree or another foreigners in a strange land but that tavern, that night, felt like home and that’s a different kind of clarity. Happy weekend, gentlemen. Open thread.

When the facade cracks

In 2016, White America voted in President Trump. That hit nonwhites hard. It shook their complacency about the eternal Nice White Person acquiescing to his replacement. Their assumption that we have no destiny except to transfer the accumulated capital of our civilization over to them. The result of that election awakened them into realizing that despite decades of anti-racism indoctrination, immigration, and our going along to get along, we in fact want don’t want them around. And they took that personally.

Here are samples of their expressed indignation, and fear, three years later:


No more Mr Nice Immigrants

This is from the Washington Post op-ed about a month ago:

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A civil facade in public, true feelings in private

It works both ways.

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As to her possibly hypothetical White friend…  instead of being gracious about the sincere overture of good will from a White person toward her, she exploits it as a fleeting opportunity to taunt. This is why they are Shithole Country people.


The Window to the Soul

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What he notices is that interpersonal walls go up when Diversity becomes too close for comfort. This shouldn’t be controversial; it’s a fundamental sociobiological reality.


“I Broke Up With Her Because She’s White”

New York Times article written by a Dominican:

It’s been a year since I broke up with my girlfriend, and I haven’t told her the real reason. I talked around it, mumbling about how I was trying to figure out who I was or whatever. She didn’t understand. I’m not sure I do either. There was nothing wrong with her at all.

I don’t really know what my tipping point was. It just kind of happened. At 30, I woke up one day, took a deep breath, looked at her and thought, “I don’t think I can date white women anymore.”

Dear Penthouse Letters… These humble-brag confessionals always sound made-up. Whatever.

Contact corrupts.

False affirmations of equality corrupt.


Any more illusions?

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By “white supremacist,” the Bolshevik filth is referring to all of us who voted for Trump, and even those of us who didn’t.

Antiwhite Twitter posts are a jumbotron display of their real faces. The 2016 Presidential election exposed them. Trump has to feign impartiality until he’s reelected. And then it’s the Blazin’ 20s.

MM in Blackface

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A new episode of Murdoch Murdoch, “No Hard R.” It’s not on YouTube as far as I can tell, so here is the BitChute link. All of their episodes are also archived on cheekyvideos.net. You will:

  • Laugh at Dr. Murdoch’s outdated black slang
  • Not-laugh at Disney actresses
  • Appreciate that the more lurid rumors about globohomo elites are not overstated
  • Cheer as a Leftist factions turns on another
  • Have waffles with Mel Gibson.