A word on blogs

It’s said, correctly, that the blog format was popular ten years ago. Pioneer blogs with open comments format came on the scene around 2002. A comments section was not common before that unless it was more of a chat forum. Steve Sailer, who has been blogging since the 1990s, went for a long time without comments. You had to email him to communicate.

“Two Blowhards” was one of the pioneer blogs. It was a group blog whose main host Michael was uniquely gifted at what he did. That’s where I learned of CH, merely a month or so after the Chateau opened. Whatever you think of the direction he took, Mencius Moldbug started there a commenter and was encouraged by others to start his own blog. 2BH was one of the earliest forums where you could intelligently read & discuss arts, architecture, politics without having to rely on the “Boston Globe Book Review” and such. In other words, no gatekeepers.

From 2007-2009 AltRight blogs were the front line in the war for the Western soul. Heartiste would write something brilliant and there’d be:

  • Outraged feminist swarming over from Jezebel, some of whom saw the light of truth once exposed to it.
  • Sceptical men and women of traditionalist instincts (this stuff was new!)
  • Nonwhite commenters enjoying our hospitality, whose comments were always one or fewer degrees removed from their lust for White women. And the subsequent race thread foodfights.
  • Liberal males who accepted the sex-realism red pill but not the emergent nationalist politics.
  • Clear thinking readers/commenters who also took in these ancient-yet-new revelations about the nature of the sexes, and contributed as well.

After 2010, blogs polarized along ideological lines. Hostile commenters were driven out as distractions. Whites and nonwhites saw that our respective destinies diverge. The new ideological front line for the soul of the Western world was on Twitter. Supernova of memes in 2016 that culminated with the Presidential election victory.

There is no ideological (identitarian, really) front line now. Pro-Western and anti-Western camps are dug in. One is sane but encamped in icy hinterlands. The other revels in its power but is spiraling into insanity.

Meanwhile, blogs now partly play the role of universities, partly the role of mead halls.

There is a real war on real ground in real flesh and blood on the line out there. Gilets Jaunes in France, for one. But on the ideological front, our side is sort of just standing-down right now to see which way Trump’s second term goes.

36 thoughts on “A word on blogs

  1. I discovered CH’s blog after doing a search about birth control. I’m sure my search phrase had something regarding relationships and birth control, as in my earlier research about the pill, I knew it affected women’s mate choice. What had prompted me to search again was that the seed of knowing something was amiss had fully broken through the soil after I attended a friend’s wedding. That seed had been with me ever since I moved to LA and I always felt like the odd man out, but never knew why. In fact, I know somewhere along the lines I had prayed for guidance, aware that that nagging feeling wasn’t just of my own, but a calling, if you will, that there was knowledge I needed to obtain.

    Once I started reading CH’s site I knew I had found my answer(s). Aside from the man’s brilliant writing, the clarity with which he presented everything was what I had been looking for, answer to all that nagging “is it just me?” and the like. Had I read his writings earlier in my life, I know I would have dismissed it, as a gamma or omega would dismiss such truth. Quality comments from those handful of commenters also helped round out my knowledge base and understanding.

    Everything became clear. As we always use The Matrix metaphor, as I looked around me, I could see how people were codified, going through the motions without knowing why. It gave me a newfound confidence in knowing I was right to trust my instincts, despite trying to drown them out with alcohol, and realized it wasn’t me, it was all of society; the normies controlled by the puppet masters.

  2. But on the ideological front, our side is sort of just standing-down right now to see which way [current political theatrics] goes. I could not find a short clip of “Hope is not a strategy.”

    Let’s just be nostalgic then.

  3. One thing I miss about the early days, is arguing with the other side; who as a rule would get beat down pretty hard. Some of those characters were almost admirable in their stupid-head ways; most were bug-ass annoying.

    In any case, the two sides are irreconcilable. This is big meta point or something, that can probably be illustrated better with examples from natural science. Consider the red squirrel and the gray; consider the black bear and the brown bear and the white; or better yet blah blah blah..

    As an exercise, it might be worth to consider the following question. Given that we are both here now, what do you propose as a livable compromise? This question might be asked of either side.

  4. I don’t see that a compromise exists.

    Twitter is pretty tedious. One side opposes “racism” and the other side wants its own living space.

    ————> Therefore a compromise can not include those two sides living together, because one of them requires that the other disappear!

    Separate living space IS the compromise. The global ruling class doesn’t plan on allowing for that.

  5. Re: John Q Public

    I don’t know much about the Dominican Republic. Is the BAP the ruling party there? What does it mean that they don’t do ideology?

  6. Amon Ra, I used to think Heartiste had to have been more than one man, but now I’m not so sure. After he was shoah’d I went and read as many of his earlier posts as I could, and I was struck by the continuity of thought, and he was posting dissident material about race and nationalism as early as 2008 or 9, I think.

  7. ” Amon Ra, I used to think Heartiste had to have been more than one man, but now I’m not so sure. ”

    The problem is the amount of time in the day. How do you work, spin multiple plates at once, date, go out to look for easy bangs, enjoy your hobbies, lay poolside, travel, read, and keep a blog going ? Someone was lying or greatly exaggerating the truth. Additionally, alot of his advice was actually bad for huwhyte society to function correctly.

  8. — alot of his advice was actually bad for huwhyte society to function correctly

    That Mystery Method-derived Game stuff of 12 years ago was a defibrillator to uncuck the hywhyte male. And it was revolutionary. Or more accurately, it unlocked doors to revolutionary ideas.

    It was also lots of other things, like GenX last big party of their youth and an extinction-burst of free love. The trajectory of that stuff would turn you into a Tucker Max cretin if you never moved beyond it. It would make you as gross as a Little Brown Willie chasing his white poosy paradise.

  9. — answer to all that nagging “is it just me?” and the like.

    I’m familiar with that feeling. All through the ’90s I had this inner conflict between what I saw and felt vs the moral conceptual framework to deal with it in my mind. Boys and girls should be educated to know how to answer the basic question: Who are you. If you live in an imperial polity as its load-bearing citizen whose identity is not reducible any farther by imperial fiat, that is a hard question to answer. “Who am I?” “Am I an American like all those black people whom my mind, instinct, soul rejects as alien but who are my fellow-Americans whom my parents had wronged therefore they must be embraced with no boundaries of any kind?” America is an idea! America is freedom! You will never be worthy of America because all of those dark people from all over the world whose aboriginal faces recite the Oath of Naturalization [thoughts break off and shut off]. What a pointless question, “Who am I.” Wave the flag and never be who you are because [thoughts break off and shut off]. Go shopping talk about the football game. That’s not how it was meant to be. What is the question, what is the answer? — such are the mental impulses of anyone who was not raised to know how to answer, simply and clearly and in accord with his ancestral spirits and forthrightly before God, “Who Am I.” Those questions started getting answered on AltRight blogs 12 years ago.

  10. You are your father(s)…

    And there is no egalitarianism in perpetuating your race.

    “Who am I?”

    Who am I being?

    The race is your fatherhood.

  11. Sometimes I think about my father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s Father.

    Our Father.

  12. PA – Your characterization of the two camps was both vivid and illuminating. It gives me a lot of hope because sanity is the much preferred resource in a struggle for survival.

  13. when i was younger, i explored intellectually and spiritually in a mostly unrestrained burst of curious impulse. but always my questions and learning had to meet the simple demand “how does this relate to me?” i went through a phase of socialism curious, but never found it to fit me well, and most especially found most of its adherents demanded a pose of full-faith-turn-off-your-brain adhesion to the cause in return. and i’d think to myself “is this the way the most (self selected) advanced philosophy looks when put into practice among my fellows?”

    i always took it on faith that everyone was capable and willing for reach for the truth to the same degree as i aimed there myself, but that, as iv’e concluded since seeing the dumbing down process public schools inflicted on my step-son, was just a misconception of a pathologically earnest catholic boy assuming everyone would chose to live with mutual good faith toward his fellow human.

    i’ve come to conclude my dad was right, that very few places or people in this world wanted or were capable of fully participating in our civilization. yes he was, based on his experience seeing the world from the back of a USN destroyer in the late 50’s, a race realist.

    i’m now a cultural realist that delights in seeing my grandfather’s parish church full like never before, seeing my son take to his CCD classes with lots of questions that we bat around on the way home (last one was about “what the hell is purgatory), and realizing that me and my people, whether they think it through to any degree or just realize in their hearts, are concluding if we don’t value our culture and work it in our lives, it’s gone.

  14. i should add, PA, that your comments on “who are you?” reminded me of a dream i had in about 7th grade. our bio teacher, a really cute 20 something dish, had a poster in her lab of an empty stool in a very dark room, with the caption “sometimes i sits and thinks, and sometimes i just sits”. in my dream, i was sitting on that stool in a dark room, and there was loud music that wouldn’t stop – The Who, daltry repeating over and over “who are you?” – bah dup, bah dup, bah dup, bah dup bahhhhhhh…..

  15. ” Meanwhile militarized police in Florida ”

    All the idiots do is ” spray and pray “. They would sh*t themselves if faced with a true military force, hell , even a para-military one. They probably killed two innocent people for some worthless ((( diamonds ))) .

  16. The picture above is of the judge who was having threesomes in her chamber, as brought to us by the Daily Mail link. And surprise surprise: Drinking was part of the story (in addition to the hot threesome sex with the secretary). With ZERO doubt it can be said that the judge was well along in her alcoholism journey and she was hitting impressive levels of blood saturation. (As most will be aware: past .20 or so, those bad ideas start to seem good ones.)

  17. Posting here to honor the 24-hour OT rule.

    Just saw on Facebook the recent postings of a former crush. In the early 90s she was like #1 eye candy of all girls I knew (#2 if you liked big bosoms). Studying to be a chemical engineer, too. Tight, tight, tight and an agreeable enough personality.

    15 years ago, in blue pill days, I was really impressed with her career trajectory. She got hired* into some pretty awesome gigs that I could never have enjoyed. She traveled the world on her companies’ dimes.

    * She was a finely-formed, petite and attractive chemical engineer. No men (Cf. engineering) in hiring positions cared about her resume, I imagine.

    Today, she’s posting pics of her half-breed (dad is Peruvian?) children frolicking with Santa. They look retarded and deformed. She looks barely presentable. I don’t even know if she’s with the father anymore. Her teeth look perfect and she hasn’t gained weight, yet she’s a hard pass to anyone under 50.

    Hurts a little to witness this. I mention it only as a cautionary tale. The Wall is real.

  18. JJ, ouch. Your story needs a chaser. I knew a young woman like her. Not a chemical engineer but similar. I worked with her at a previous company. No bragging, she flirted hard with me. She once approached me out of the blue in the office, looking flustered and giggling “omg you must think I’m some kind of a stalker” with some excuse to talk to me. I say I’m not bragging because I didn’t do anything to get her attention.

    She was a few years out of college, about fifteen years younger than me. An intoxicating little pixie, one of those girls you start chubbing just by talking with her. No, no backstory or anything like that. Just a chaser to your story. She left for another company. One time she came to a meeting with her nipples visible and poking through her tight, fancy t-shirt. It was so unlike what you’d see in a modern corporate environment. Hard to believe it was on purpose, but they say women know exactly what they’re doing with those kinds of displays. It was also funny how an older Sr. VP’s face flushed red and he couldn’t stop staring at her.

    Anyway, she didnt mud around. I met her boyfriend, a preppy attractive White guy her age. No idea what she’s doing now but I hope she made five huwhyte babies, two to make up for your chemical engineer.

  19. Enjoyed your response, PA.

    Funny how we age and recognize the wiles. I would pet these chicks on the head and call them “Toots” if it wouldn’t land me in problemville

    At the end of the day, if we’re all honest, women in the workplace are like Lara’s comment. We all know what’s up. But we’re not allowed to admit it.

    Some would call it slavery.

  20. “one of those girls you start chubbing just by talking with her.”

    This reminds me of an old question: is there such a thing as a woman who doesn’t realize how hot she is?

    I’ve had many worldly men tell me there’s no such thing. But you still run into certain cuties who don’t seem to recognize that they are casting spells on us just by making eye contact and you wonder if they really are innocent girls on the inside.

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  22. JJ’s story is too familiar. Megan was the blonde in daisy dukes that showed ass crease, who became a chemist. Esther was the Jewess with massive tits and skinny waist. Our German high school physics teacher got in trouble for inviting Esther to pose for photos on his Harley when she turned 18. Same timeframe JJ mentions. This was when those black polyester pants became popular, precursors to yoga pants in the slut arms race — or legs race. Many smoking hots there, half of them banged out by these two hispanic football star brothers who had matured about five years early. One hot girl Kelly was an early mudshark. Her mom was single. People were uncomfortable talking about her, like the family drunk or pedo. There was this goddess Katie that was so perfect nobody could touch her; I saw her photo at age 30 and the face structure was still there but it didn’t have the radiant divinity. They had one thing in common: they were priceless at 15-18 and near worthless at 30.

  23. @JJ
    Maybe if she is autistic and cannot read social cues. High SMV people generally are aware of their value, both men and women. I find high SMV people can be self absorbed, but they are rarely nasty. The worst thing I’ve ever had one do to me was not reciprocate my feelings, which I can deal with.

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