Rap Done Right

Mr. Bond, White America. I linked to it on Bitchute, as YouTube has purged this artist. This is a cover/parody of Eminem’s song by the same title. Mr. Bond stays with the same vocal style and overall arrangement as the original. All of the magic is in the changed lyrics, which are encapsulated in the chorus/hook:

White America, we built this nation from scratch
Then the [special people] gave it to blacks
They put us in unpayable debt
But our children won’t be slaves no we’re taking it back

About a third of the way through it, you’ll feel like this is it, this is the song’s apex moment. And you would be wrong. Lyrically, it gets better. Now, you think, this is as good as it gets. But again, you’re wrong. It gets even better.

Anger is a prerequisite for going on offense. The song reflects the euphoria of winning the 2016 US Presidential election. The reveling in how right-wing Truth overcame left-wing Power when swarms of AltRight posters on Twitter clobbered establishment propagandists with facts and wit. The globalist empire has since struck back; we’re not going to be bullyciding SJWs on social media in the coming election because we’re blocked from mainstream platforms. We’ll win when Trump pulls the gloves off as the election approaches, showing that this is war and he’s our leader.

(The person who graciously uploaded this rap performance to Bitchute cut the spoken intro and outtro portions of the original parody, replacing them with someone else’s monologue. That speech you hear at the beginning and end of the song is not part of Mr. Bond’s recording. Full lyrics, including the snipped intro/outtro, are posted under the Bitchute video.)

An Odyssey

Suburban_elk’s vivid anecdote:

I met a Polish girl, at work just this week, who is my coworker. I am not making this up. She has two White children of young age, and informs me that her husband is an asshole and she is getting a divorce. Factoring in her ice-blue eyes and bone structure, frame and boobs, she is a solid 8-point-5 by American standards. She sat smoking greenpack American Spirit and said to me: “I hate America and Americans.”

A wanderer bared her psyche to him.

Emigration is exile. So if you must, do it alone in your middle age, with the purpose of giving up on life. Emigration done right is colonization. You come over here with a hundred-thousand of your kin and live in an expanding ethnic enclave. America used to let Europeans do that. “The Sopranos” was an echo of an echo of that world.

But with Urban Renewal, Fair Housing Act, the dispersal to the suburbs and beyond, what then? Who are you? Who — what — are your descendants – “Americans”? The covered-wagon settlers’ descendants today are Americans, no question about that. Not in the least the Basques who conquered the wilderness of Idaho two centuries ago. The descendants of 1880 or 1910 Christian immigrants from all over Europe? You’ll get different answers on that one. And from the perspective of today, it’s more of an open-ended scenario as to what anyone is gonna call himself after the coming festivities. Maybe once again something truly great. No one knows.

So this girl at Elk’s work had decided that by settling in America, she wants to live the rest of her life as an exile. That her daily speech shall henceforth be with a foreign accent. No meaningful connection with any of her acquaintances, unlike back in the fatherland where everyone gets everyone, even individuals who can’t stand each other.

Yet some of the most affirmative attitudes toward America, despite the disillusionment and cynicism that had built over the years, some of the most unwavering support of President Trump and hatred of the political Left, are found among Eastern European immigrants who came here as adults during the 1970s and ’80s. They came here recoiling from the godless Communism of their homelands, only to recognize this same evil flowering here in America in an even more malignant form.

But they have worked hard for their retirement over here and their children typically became successful. They also never had to see their own parents getting old, needing care, dying and that no doubt weighs on them. That’s on top of robbing their heroic WWII-generation parents of grandchildren. Nevertheless, the boomer-emigrants’ sacrifices and their hard work, their pioneer adventurousness, their hatred of Progressive ideologies, and their conviction that they are giving their children a better life in America, were genuine. They saw themselves as future-oriented.

This judeo-enlightenment New World still has a lot going for it, which is why so many claustrophobic people continue to come here today. Easy money. Easy credit. Forget everything, especially your frustrations and failures. Live for today. People are nice here and you can do your own thing the brown deluge dont look over there thats not part of the american dream america wants to tear you into bloody strips

I turned out fine but in several of the cases I’m familiar with, those Polish immigrant-boomers’ children paid the price for this gig. A common factor in those unhappy cases: the children were at or just shy of puberty upon arrival in North America back in the ’80s. One example is the highly intelligent immigrant couple who quickly found top-income professional work in Canada but whose only son (I remember him as a bright, sensitive kid) ended up a heavily tatted drug addict. Then there were two girls who became professionally successful. One is now a lesbian and the other married a fellow-lawyer and is an obese, childless far-left lunatic. That second girl is particularly a pity. Our families met a couple of times in our mid-teens; she was pretty and I remember her having good, positive energy.

Not many people understand that contact with extended family, mother language, the unity of church and state, history and architecture, guardian angels in the morning fog, the sense of metaphysical purpose… even just the cool evening air at the height of the northeastern European summer… having a home is important at two points in your life. First, when you’re coming of age. Then, when you have children. There is also a third such point in life. It’s proper to be buried in one’s native ground.

Sociosexual Hierarchy, the military model

With Friday’s levity, open thread. The Alpha, Bravo, Delta, and Sigma ranks on Vox Day’s theory of sociosexual hierarchy are descriptive, in my opinion, of men with healthy psyches. In military analogy, the Alpha is the visionary commander. Bravos are his assertive lieutenants. Deltas are the competent soldiers. Sigmas, per Suburban_elk’s analogy, are scouts and independent operators.

I’ve come to view the remaining ranks on this scale as damaged, immature, or maldeveloped versions of any of the above. Which suggests that they can help themselves if they want to. In this military-themed model:

Gamma. The soldier who sabotages the mission because that grizzled asshole sergeant is his intellectual inferior and besides, “no one listens to my ideas!” Or, he’s the junior officer abusively berating the soldiers, who then sound off with “Yes Sir!” while stifling their laughter.

Lambda (unflattering characterization). The legendary Ether Bunny who knocks you out with an ether-soaked rag at night and ass-rapes you. Or at least that’s what we all goofed on in my Army days. Alternately, he’s that funny-looking Colonel with a lisp around whom the junior men feel ill at ease and not because of military rank.

Lambda (dignified characterization). The quiet soldier who tries his best but can’t cut it. He cries at night and sketches beautiful pictures in his notepad during downtime.

Omega. He does his job reliably. He also glares balefully at those who had previously insulted him, which in his mind is everyone. You’re nervous when he’s issued ammo.

Signs of Life in Sweden

An informative short video about the tension between Sweden’s more traditional municipal governments and the country’s minority-rule federal government. For those of us who know nothing about Sweden, it is useful to see that country, which is regarded as poster-child of the Great Replacement, as not exactly monolithic in its antiwhite madness.

Political battles include southern municipalities’ refusal to accommodate additional migrants, as well as defiance on displaying the rainbow flag and obscene art:

A Red Flag Law Scenario

From a poster on Gab, a worst-case “typical scenario” under an implemented Red Flag law:

This IS the way Red Flag Laws will happen.

It’s a Sunday night and your family has all gone to bed. It’s bedtime and work and school are going to come early in the morning. You crawl in bed and drift off to sleep. A few hours pass…

0200 Monday morning and your wife taps your leg and says, “baby I heard something outside”. You grab that trusty ‘ol 870 and head into the living room. Your wife grabs her 9mm and follows you. Then splinters fly across the room and the front door flies open. “Oh shit!” As you shoulder your weapon and send a load of 00 Buck across your living room and see the perpetrator fall in a heap. You see a second man coming in the door and you fire again. You hear the pop of your wife’s 9mm as she joins the fight. Just then you are consumed by a wall of bullets as you see muzzle flashes from just outside the door and you realize something isn’t right. You turn to yell at your wife to “get down” just in time to see her take a load of buckshot to the face. You feel the burning as 5.56 rounds riddle your body. The last thing you see before you bleed out is a SWAT guy holding your teenage daughter on the floor with a knee in her back.

Why did this happen? Well two days ago, you and your wife welcomed the new neighbors to the community. Later that afternoon, you got a friend request on Facebook from your new neighbor. The next day your neighbor scrolled through your Facebook profile. He saw that “Trump 2020” post and got infuriated because he’s a liberal and he hates your kind. The next thing he sees are the hunting pictures you took last fall. Next he sees your post from the last range day and sees those scary black assault weapons! He has to do something about the racist, right wing extremist, domestic terrorist living next door. He picks up the phone, calls the local Sheriffs Office and reports you as a threat under the new Red Flag law. The Sheriffs Office follows their SOP’s and conducts a no knock warrant because you have now been denied due process and you are considered guilty until proven innocent.

Now you, your lovely wife and two deputies have been killed for nothing. The local news paper will report that you were killed after firing-on, and killing, two deputies and that “over a thousand rounds of ammo and 22 guns were confiscated from your residence”.

Oh… those two deputies were just following orders. They left behind families as well and had served their community for over a decade.

This is the reality of Red Flag gun laws. Innocent people will lose their lives, including police serving these unconstitutional no-knock warrants. Red Flag laws will be used for petty and vengeful reasons without merit by gun hating liberals who believe if you own guns, that it somehow automatically makes you a threat to society and therefore you are a right wing extremist domestic terrorist who MUST be stopped and neutralized at all costs.

In a different scenario, law enforcement will seek to minimize the drama and just arrest you when you’re, say, driving home from work. Unlike how they did it at Waco and later at Ruby Ridge. Two things:

One, it’s all about who owns the government — your country’s class of native, responsible common men, or everyone else. Two, thirty years ago our civilization dodged the bullet on the nightmare-scenario of its time, nuclear annihilation. The nightmare of our time is a new story. Hold on to your hats:

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“The Reply”

The poem/song “Odpowiedź” (The Reply), in English translation. Open thread.

It’ll be a night in heavy snow / To będzie noc w głębokim śniegu
Which muffles footsteps / Który ma moc głuszenia kroków
In the shadow that transforms / W głębokim cieniu co przemienia
The body into two pools of darkness / Ciało na dwie kałuże mroku
We lie down holding our breaths / Leżymy powstrzymując oddech
And even the softest whisper of thoughts / I nawet szept najlżejszy myśl

If the wolves don’t track us down / Jeśli nas nie wyśledzą wilki
Or the man in a fur coat who swings / I człowiek w szubie co kołysze
Rapid-fire death from his chest / Na piersi szybkostrzelną śmierć
We must spring into a run / Poderwać trzeba się i biec
To the dry applause of brief salvos / W oklasku suchych krótkich salw
Onto that longed-for shore / Na tamten upragniony brzeg

Refrain
Everywhere the same soil, it teaches wisdom

Wszędzie ta sama ziemia jest, naucza mądrość

Everywhere man cries clear tears, mothers rock their babies
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Wszędzie człowiek białymi łzami płacze, Matki kołyszą dzieci

The moon rises and builds our white home 
/ Księżyc wschodzi i biały dom buduje nam

It’ll be a night that follows hard reality / To będzie noc po trudnej jawie
A conspiracy of the imagination / Ta konspiracja wyobraźni
It tastes like bread, is light like vodka / Ma chleba smak i lekkość wódki
But the choice to stay / Lecz wybór by pozostać tu
Confirms each dream of palm trees / Potwierdza każdy sen o palmach

The dream interrupts the entry of those three / Przerwie sen nagłe wejście trzech
Made tall by rubber and iron / Wysokich z gumy i żelaza
They’ll check the name check the fear / Sprawdzą nazwisko sprawdzą strach
And order you to go down the stairs / I zejść rozkażą w dół po schodach
They won’t let you take anything along / Nic z sobą zabrać nie pozwolą
But the watchman’s sympathetic face / Prócz współczującej twarzy stróża

[Refrain]

Hellenic, Roman, Medieval / Helleńska, rzymska, średniowieczna
Indian, Elizabethan, Italian / Indyjska, elżbietańska, włoska
French above all, I think / Francuska nade wszystko chyba
A bit of Weimar and Versailles / Trochę weimarska i wersalska
So many homelands we carry  / Tyle dźwigamy naszych ojczyzn
On Earth’s one back / Na jednym grzbiecie jednej ziemi

But the one that’s guarded / Lecz ta jedyna, której strzeże
By that most singular number / Liczba najbardziej pojedyncza
Is right here where they stomp you into the ground /
Jest tutaj gdzie cię wdepczą w grunt

Or with a shovel’s hard ringing / Lub szpadlem, który hardo dzwoni
They dig a large hole / W tęsknocie zrobią spory dół

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Original poem “Odpowiedź” (The Reply) by Zbigniew Herbert, 1986. Music and vocals by Przemysław Gintrowski. My translation to English.

Berlin in July 1945

You’ll see a “Video Unavailable” notice when you try to play it. Click on “Watch on YouTube” when you see that message.

What makes defeat merely temporary is a conscious connection to one’s ancestors. Occupying powers know this, which is why they falsify history and tear down monuments.

Here is a detailed summary of the Battle of Berlin. I read the whole thing but this passage stood out: “There was sporadic fighting in a few isolated buildings where some SS troops still refused to surrender, but the Soviets reduced such buildings to rubble.” It’s an afterthought-line until you put yourself in the place of those small groups of men who were no longer fighting to defend their city, but for the sake of immortal honor.

Here is an older post about East Germany, which features a patriotic video to DDR’s national anthem, “Risen from the Ruins,” along with an overview of propaganda. Which occupation was more harmful to Germany, by design rather than through a turn of circumstances: the Soviet or the American one?

After 2015 and the Merkel migrant invasion, Germany and all of Europe has been under a redoubled attack. European nations pick themselves back up after they’re knocked down.