Trump: Weak or Patient

Anyone else had a passing thought last night, about the White House getting sacked by the rioters? Trump in a series of Twitter posts just a few minutes ago:

Great job last night at the White House by the U.S. @SecretService . They were not only totally professional, but very cool. I was inside, watched every move, and couldn’t have felt more safe. They let the “protesters” scream & rant as much as they wanted, but whenever someone….

….got too frisky or out of line, they would quickly come down on them, hard – didn’t know what hit them. The front line was replaced with fresh agents, like magic. Big crowd, professionally organized, but nobody came close to breaching the fence. If they had they would….

….have been greeted with the most vicious dogs, and most ominous weapons, I have ever seen. That’s when people would have been really badly hurt, at least. Many Secret Service agents just waiting for action. “We put the young ones on the front line, sir, they love it, and….

….good practice.” As you saw last night, they were very cool & very professional. Never let it get out of hand. Thank you! On the bad side, the D.C. Mayor, @MurielBowser , who is always looking for money & help, wouldn’t let the D.C. Police get involved. “Not their job.” Nice!

Trump is either weak or he’s patient. Conversely, the system is either moving in for the kill or it’s panicking. Boasts of playing good defense is a weak look.

Patrimony in verse, 1 of 4

This will be a four-part series. Here is the first one, featuring the best American song of the 21st century: Jason Isbell with Drive-by Truckers, Outfit.

Don’t call what you’re wearing an outfit, don’t ever say your car is broke
1 ref.: Don’t worry about losing your accent, a Southern man tells better jokes
2 ref.: Don’t sing with a fake British accent, don’t act like your family’s a joke
Have fun, stay clear of the needle, call home on your sister’s birthday
Don’t tell them you’re bigger than Jesus, don’t give it away

In the verses, the speaker tells his story. In the refrain, he passes what he had learned on to his son. The advice is not one given by a man who has a country of his own. His government is the enemy of its people, whom it sees as economic units to be value-harnessed and replaced.

The song is a guide to a talented working-class boy on how to not drown under these conditions. Its commonplace lyrics in fact span the grandeur of existence, from personal self-respect to the Highest truth. Because there will one day be a day when his people have a country of their own. That last part is not explicit in the song, it’s me filling in a blank.

Alpha vs Interloper

An illustration:

  • 0:03 – The Interloper moves in to corrupt a prize-female.
  • 0:27 – She shields herself behind a wall of patriarchy. A wall that’s not difficult to breach because Eve alone can’t hold off Satan.
  • 0:31 – The Interloper understands female nature. The line dividing chastity from coyness is a fuzzy one. He scorns the established rules of courtship because nobody stops him. When the cat’s away, the mice come out to play.
  • 0:36 – The Alpha’s face at this very moment… status sometimes has to be defended with violence. Violence is not undertaken lightly when the interloper is at least an even match. War = Win it All or Lose it All. The alternative is submission with dishonor.
  • 0:48 – The Alpha decides that it’s time to step in. It’s not white-knighting when done by an Alpha because the entire showdown is not about her, it’s a challenge of his status. It’s also not white-knighting because she had rebuffed the Interloper, and that’s as far as she can be expected to hold out. She did her part. The rest is up to the Alpha. His people are watching because their fate depends on him.
  • 0:59 – The Alpha commits himself to action. Physical courage is a pillar of civilization.
  • 1:03 – “You gonna make me?”
  • 1:05 – “Yeah.”
  • 1:29 – Discipline and skill are also pillars of civilization.
  • 1:44 – The defeated Interloper’s apparent face-saving bluff.
  • 1:58 – Alpha lets things deescalate.
  • 2:01 – The Interloper bluffs — or is it an invitation to escalate?
  • 2:15 – The Alpha stand his ground, wins the contest. His victory is total when a low-status female sneakily helps him.
  • 2:16 – Civilization is reaffirmed. Words is Law, Law is Words.
  • 2:22 – The Interloper withdraws and (((lies))).

Related, one of my earliest blog posts: On White Knighting.

“You will not pass”

Clicking the video’s Play arrow on a desktop browser might get you a “media unavailable” message. Open the tweet itself, play the video there. Select comments under various twitter posts:

Emotions were running high as representatives of the LGBTQ-lobby had defiled the Black Madonna of Czestochowa for weeks ahead of the march.

20 000 retweets for this documentary demonizing Polish conservatives opposing the dictatorial LGTBQ-lobby The story is from last summer. The LGBTQ-lobby decided to organize the first Gay Pride Parade ever in the most conservative part of Poland (near Belarus) Why bring a kid?

They saw what happened in the West over decades, where we went from “we just want to be left alone and live our lives in peace” all the way to drag queen story hour and hormone “therapy” for children. They decided they don’t want to go that route.

It’s Christian to defend the poor and vulnerable. Truthfully, promoting sodomy as normal and healthy is not standing with the poor and vulnerable it’s standing with a diabolical exploitation of the poor and vulnerable. This is the truth despite what it may seem. God bless.

So many women in the gay parade, you can clearly see the propaganda influences them much easier than men

Our Slavic friends who have inside scoop say that they send in LGBT groups from Germany. These are not locals.

Any group in the US that tried to do this would be subverted by CIA operatives so fast…they would demonize anyone who goes against the globo homo agenda

First and only pride I ever saw was by accident in Vancouver BC Canada. Had gone down to English bay for gelato with the family. I was in shock. For one the people marching were dressed in bondage wear and worse. 2. Parents were watching with their kids along the road. 1998

Two points: one, globopedo Left will never reason with you, it will never negotiate a compromise. Tolerance will get you the insatiable Sweden/UK-tier tyranny. Two, you have to choose a side either by leading, following, or getting out of the way. That last one is important too: passive support. There are only two sides in all of it, no third side and no sidelines. This:


Or this:


“I feel it”

Murdoch Murdoch is the high art of our era. Here is their new one, “Waiting for Superman.” You decide if wrestling with philosophy, and especially rebellion against God, diminishes the artist’s work. Great art is aligned with objective Truth and Beauty, it is never escapist.

The meek shall inherit the Earth

This is a flash mob doing a traditional Russian song “Kalinka” in a grocery store in Kaliningrad. It’s like many other such performances except in this one, a security officer interrupts the unfolding merriment. See what happens next.

However poor you are by some world bank index… if you’re with your people and everyone does his job no matter how humble, you have all the riches you need. It also seems to me that if a people were to throw a festival of territorial self-assertion, the music would be cheerful songs about berries in a forest. Open thread.

The Red Pill era is over


From recent news, 25-year-old aid worker Silvia Romano, who was kidnapped in Kenya and held for 18 months in Somalia, has returned to Italy in a hijab after converting. Here are select comments under the Twitter post:

  • “Stockholm Syndrome. Leftists are extremely vulnerable to it. Weak minded, I guess.”
  • “Given the chance to get in jeans and shirt on the flight home she refused. Majorly traumatized.”
  • “Imagine what she went through. The rapes.”
  • “Whites have been raised to be weak. Unfortunately, many still don’t realize it.”
  • “What was she doing in Somalia? Father’s don’t let your daughters go to Somalia, or go hiking in Morocco, or any other stupid thing naive western women do.”

As noted three years ago, a woman is born with three choices: to be a wife, a nun, or a prostitute. The flaw of modernity is the fact that they try to be all three, to farcical effect.

Silvia Romano wanted to be a nun, but the only path toward realizing her choice, that she saw as viable, was to be a pretend-nursemaid where she was not needed. By the way, good for her refusing jeans. Those things were made iconic by Hollywood.

There is your Red Pill, gentlemen. The Red Pill is metaphor for the rediscovered truths that were brought to light ten years ago. That knowledge is is now universal, even among ordinary people who had never heard of any AltRight writer. But the Red Pill era is over. The next era is dawning. What it will look like, we’ll see. Maybe it will be known as Homecoming.

One year ago

One year ago the establishment took down Heartiste’s Chateau, closing the proverbial barn door significantly too late. On that day I had this post on an unrelated subject, which was published a day earlier. At 4:36 PM on May 10, 2019, a reader wrote in the comments there:

is heartiste shoah’d? getting a shutdown screen on my end.

The rest of that long comments-thread was Chateau readers expressing their anger over the deplatforming. My next two posts were open threads about CH.

Heartiste broke the communists’ con that they own the cultural high-ground. With his brilliant intuition, he exposed them for the liar-deformities they are, in all of their iterations along the course of history. They’ve been reeling ever since, not at all in the character of those who are confident of their continued hold on institutional power. I always thought there is something prescient to the Chateau’s tagline from 2007 onward, “where pretty lies perish.”

13 Kinds of Black-Pillers

You must never confuse faith that you will prevail in the end — which you can never afford to lose — with the discipline to confront the most brutal facts of your current reality, whatever they might be.” – VADM James B. Stockdale, USN (1923-2005)

Success requires a balance of vigilance and faith. Black-pillers sow despair by squirting toxins from behind a mask of vigilance. Correct their behavior where it’s worth your effort, eject them from your group if not. They come in these varieties:

1. Shill. Their hook is to pretend that they are on your side (“yeah, diversity sucks”) but then they tell you that nothing can be done about any of the current difficulties. Their tone can be gleeful or it can have a feel of faux-resignation. They are in some cases paid to demoralize. There are stylistic patterns that give them away. I won’t say what those are.

Other shills are sincere; they are typically nonwhite individuals capable of communicating coherently on a nationalist forum. Assimilated into Western society, they socialize with Whites while privately wishing us ill because they know that, among us, they’ll never be anything more than tolerated guests. Their peace of mind depends upon sustaining a conviction that we’re weak, degenerate, and on our way out — but first, of course, we’ll hand them all of our magic infrastructure and “uplift” before we pass.

2. Omega Male. He longs to pull the plug on life. You know him by the giddy tone of relief in his voice when he’s prognosticating doom.

3. The Normie-Shocker. He’s using the platform to argue with the normies in his head, not with the red-pilled men on that forum, who’ve already had their awakening. A dose of the black pill is useful as the proverbial slapping of someone out of his trace (which is the normie’s misplaced faith in the current political system). Once that light is seen, continuous extreme pessimism becomes enervating.

4. Misery Loves Company. Help him up if you can, jettison him if he’s a black hole of self-indulgent negativity.

5. Trying To Light A Fire Under Your Ass. He has a presumptuous belief that it’s his job to do that, based on knowing nothing substantial about you.

6. Après moi, le déluge” Boomer. Self-explanatory.

7. The Only Realist Around Here. It’s useful for me to assume that everyone who reads what I write is an intelligent person. This keeps me from telling them things they already know. It also disabuses me of the belief that they need me to explain the world to them.

This kind of black-piller aggrandizes himself as tough-minded enough to face the facts, in contrast with his complacent or inadequately attentive peers. Be careful with that type: although he comes across as solidly on your side, his ego is invested in all that bad news fulfilling itself. In the end, he’d rather be right than embarrassed over his earlier defeatism.

If that describes you, then you’re familiar with that impulse to leap in with a “reality check” when people get too positive about something. Don’t leap in.

8. The Hysteric. He should practice emotional continence. Just as body-posture affects the outcome, so do thoughts and words.

9. He Wants You to Brace for what’s Coming. For this black-piller, vigilance is just a pretext for indulging his psychological needs, which have something to do with being perceived as far-sighted. He has no special insight but plays the prophet anyway.

10. Seeker of Negative Validation. He never learned that getting no attention is better than getting negative attention.

11. Wants You to get the Kinetic Party Started. Shut him up with “you first, agent.”

12. The Smart Boy. Best comic panel so far this year: a man at a computer tells his wife, “A month ago all of my Facebook friends were constitutional scholars, and now they’re all epidemiology experts.” The smart boy black-piller seeks admiration for not being one of the sheeple.

13. Atheist. Materialists, for an understandable reason, have a morbid fear of death. The intensity of their fear is exceeded only by that of the dread felt by people who had previously made a deal with Satan.

What all of the above pessimists have in common, is that they lack gallows-humor and charm. Unlike “wojak doomer memes,” or unlike this band:

What is your one patriotic image?

If you wished to choose one historic photo or samesuch graphic that you find inspiring, representative of the human spirit, transcendent, what would that image be? I’m interested in a nationally-particular image — patriotic, not a generic or universal one.

Most readers of this site are American, so I can imagine the painting of George Washington crossing the Delaware, covered wagons conquering the frontier, a representation of Southern heritage, a Vietnam War soldier, Neil Armstrong, Vicki Weaver in feds’ cross-hairs, or President Trump. But there are also readers in other countries who will have different images close to their heart. What’s yours?

I am especially interested in images that inspire Canadians. Just across the border but a different world. To quote a reader, whose illegitimate government just moved the chessboard queen against its opponent, the Canadian people:

I stepped outside and felt that the veil between the physical and spiritual was made thinner; that I could almost perceptibly see the presence of malevolence in the sky. In my professional career I have saved many lives, but never before encountered this; a literal evil that wishes me harm. Maybe it’s the grey and ethereal weather playing tricks.

For me, that patriotic image could be a representation of the winged Hussars at Vienna in 1683 or a photo from Polish-Soviet war of 1920 in which my paternal great-grandfather fought as a cavalryman. Maybe an image that recalls the St. Mary’s tower trumpeter of the 1241 Mongol attack on Cracow. Or Jan Matejko’s epic painting of the 1410 Battle of Grunwald.

Before I share mine, here is a photo from Poland’s flag day, which was yesterday. In-person celebrations were cancelled for corona-reasons but a celebration took place nonetheless. It’s from Twitter account @Avanti_1989, who posts gorgeous photos. The banner says “Everything’s gonna be all right.”

In the background on the far right, the steep-roof building, it’s the royal cathedral. Originally built in 1390, then destroyed in 1944. It was rebuilt in 1956.


The same structure after the Warsaw Uprising, seventy five years before the destruction of the Notre Dame:


In a January 2019 Rzeczpospolita article, aged insurgents of the ’44 Warsaw Uprising were interviewed by journalist Magda Łucyan. As one, they said that they do not understand the perennial question of whether the uprising of August 1944 was a mistake. She quotes them: “On the strategic level, that’s what our senior command decided and we obeyed our orders. And on the personal level… after five years of humiliation, tragedy, street executions, Gestapo’s crimes, constant fear of being taken to a concentration camp, we simply felt the need to act.”

She also relates the old veterans’ advice for the young generations: “Be brave, help each other, don’t take your freedom for granted.”

I’ll choose the next photo as my patriotic image. Three reasons: it’s from the modern era and as such it’s accessible; the 1944 Warsaw Uprising in my opinion stands among the greatest events in human history; and because these teenage Home Army soldiers were my maternal grandfather’s brothers-in-arms.