Generations

PA, whom is your article intended to address? Boomer men, like me, who are already reading your blog regularly? Is your objective to incite yet more hatred among younger White men who already hate Boomers? Do articles like yours, which seem to be increasing in popularity in WN circles, serve to awaken and unify Whites?

It’s intended to address anyone who wants to read it. That’s not a glib reply, it’s my attitude toward blogging. By the aggregate reader data available to me, 80% of this blog’s visitors are in the United States and by my hunch, readership overlaps with that of the blogs listed on my sidebar. In other words, a broad age-range of mostly Alt-Right aligned Whites worldwide.

It is not my intention to incite hatred toward anyone who is one of us. My parents are Boomers (technically late Silents, born during WWII and raised in a different country but as I discovered, these generational “horoscopes” know no borders). They are good people who raised me well, both are highly intelligent and have been anti-Communist all their lives. Upon arriving in the U.S., they recognized American liberalism as an extension of the same Communism they had left behind, except more insidious and more mind-enslaving.

One of my early-teenage educational moments was during the 1984 election campaign. I parroted something I must have heard at school: “Mondale is for the people and Reagan is for big business.” My dad told me that to decide whom to support in politics, you have to write out an honest list of each side’s pluses and minuses. We did that together, and from then on I understood the Democrats to be the party of centralized bureaucracy (socialism) and Republicans, prior to the neocon infiltration, as an imperfect champion of decentralization (liberty). We had Ronald Reagan’s portrait hanging in the kitchen of our first home in America. My parents supported Donald Trump from the moment he declared his candidacy.

Yet every generation has its faults. Highly-educated, faithful Roman Catholic, upper-middle-class Polish emigrants are not immune to adopting their host-country’s quirks. If there is one way to nail the Baby Boomers down as a generation, I’d put it as follows: they believe that the world begins and ends with them.

No GenX’er or Millennial in this universe will cry “Stop saying that about us!” when criticized on their collective shortcomings. Yet every Boomer-thread at Vox Popoli generates squeals of “NABALT” on behalf of an entire cohort. You can see how that invites scorn.

That characterization above, “Boomers believe that the world begins and ends with them,” applies to selfish retirees who don’t give one squirt of piss about their grandchildren. That’s a common accusation made by the younger generations; for starters, see the comments under the above-linked post. It also applies to Boomers who have sacrificed a lot for their kids and are loving, devoted grandparents. Boomers’ virtues (they are sociable and civic-minded, for one) as well as their aggregate faults, are a function of their inability or unwillingness to understand that the conditions of life today are not the same ones that they had inherited.

This isn’t an incitement to hatred. It’s a criticism. When I point out someone’s error, it’s up to him to consider the validity of my judgment and if deemed valid, to correct his behavior.


The Secular Horoscope

I am left to wonder whether Boomers have some irreparable genetic or character flaw that no other generation of White men has.

Rhetorical, I know, but there is something unique about every generation. In his autobiography’s opening chapter, Arthur Koestler mused about the “secular horoscope,” meaning that the era of one’s birth determines a person’s life-trajectory and fundamental worldview. Let’s see how each generation’s accident of birth has shaped them.


Baby Boomers

Boomers were imprinted with an optimism that never faded, in spite how much the world has changed since their youthful years. Their psychological substrate is a bright, sunny summer day in 1962. They always lived, and they will die, in that one year. In their eyes, the rest of us fall short of their esteem due to our failure to capitalize on the social and material cornucopia that they had been born into.

I can judge your generation as a whole. My judgment is that — as a whole — you are a selfish people who don’t give a damn about your posterity. But I can’t judge you as an individual Boomer man because I don’t know you. That’s your children’s and grandchildren’s prerogative. If you’re doing allright by them, you’re OK. Greginaurora commented about his Greatest Generation grandparents: 

I remember my grandparents. I spent a weekend with them once a month. Their house was small but their hearts were big. My own children wouldn’t understand that. Grandparents who helped raise them?

If “big heart” is something your grandkids will also one day say about you, then you have no reason to be upset with what I wrote because my critique of your generation does not apply to you personally in the one area over which you have full control: your own conduct.

The Baby Boomer generation in a snapshot:

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Generation X

For us GenX’ers, it’s always about the lost paradise of 1985. For me, that year conjures up community parties in my White working-class neighborhood. Good-natured men organizing youth kickball games and lawn-cutting co-ops. When people dream about peace, that’s what they imagine. We saw it for a moment and it was gone.

As we reached legal drinking age, U.S. federal government murdered Vicki and Sammy Weaver and then incinerated 22 kids at Waco. Only one man did something about it. We are a failed generation, robbed of its future, and this is why we belatedly created the Alt-Right, and also the reason why we are better parents than our own parents were. We saw evil, we flinched, we never forgave ourselves for that.

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Millennials

For this kiked-out generation, it’s always 9/11/2001 and submission to the police-state that the shock-and-awe ushered in. They were kicked in the teeth by the anti-White system, brainwashed in school, and cut down to sub-equality with weaponized niggers and race-replacement immigrants. While Boomers cashed-in and GenX froze up, Millennials embraced Stockholm Syndrome.

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UPDATE – Ikacer adds in the comments:

I’d say that Millennials are the generation of escapism. Stockholm Syndrome is just a subset of that. Our generation was presented with a world that was entirely a lie (and was apparent to us as such), but with no alternative leading to the truth. So as a generation we avoided reality. Many did this by embracing the lie, such as the Stockholm Syndrome group you mentioned. Others escaped into video gaming. Others obsessed over their childhood such as Harry Potter, and many live with their parents.

The strength of conviction of the Millennial progs is not because they truly believe, but is born of their desperate fear of reality. For Millennials, reality is too terrible to face.


Generation Zyklon

Face the sun, young blood. As I concluded in Shots of Wisdom, Part 7:

The Will To Live. Like trees that adjust their angle of growth to stay upright when soil underneath them shifts, so do we create homogeneous micro-habitats in own own lives. Sometimes I am in awe of ordinary people’s effortless securing of clean space, no matter the vector of the new assault. With open eyes you see it everywhere and the wellsprings of life therein. “Children should always be better-off than their parents,” hiss the blind through their perfect fake teeth. Yeah, but what if the very existence of those who follow is a victory dance in its own right?

This longest night is our trial. Some lose their minds and throw themselves into the abyss. Others trust the invisible laws that guide us toward the sun, with or without the forebrain’s consent. It’s not morning yet, whispers the boy who woke up from a nightmare.

For this generation’s sake, no Boomer, Xer, or Millennial should allow himself to become a burden and a drain on resources. In famines, old people voluntarily starve so that toddlers may eat. If you get old and sick, take pain killers. If you are diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, act fast while you still have your faculties… suicide is punished by an eternity in Hell, so rather than offing yourself, go out into the wilderness and when past the point-of-no-return, pray.

With the duality of good and evil, one has an amplifying effect on the other. Goodness and purity catch the merchant’s eye. Evil and corruption set off a holy war to right the wrongs. Today the best among us become better men and women. God’s gifts shouldn’t be taken for granted — that’s the multi-generational lesson we are being taught.

GenZ will be a generation of fighters. Our job is to help fix the world they inherited where we can, to support pro-White statesmen like Orbán and Trump, and to help our activists or at least get out of their way. The White kids and teenagers everywhere are who we live and die for.

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An Ingrate’s Letter To His Boomer Parents

Hi Mom and Dad,

Yes, I did see your vacation pics from Italy, you look great. I clicked Like on a couple of them. Glad that you’re healthy and doing well. Something I wanted to ask you though.

Your grandson Robert, he’s a smart and good-looking boy. You won’t believe how tall he’s gotten! It’s been a while, with you in Florida but you should see him at hockey. He was a bit shy last time you saw him, but he’s fearless on ice. And Emma is starting to walk! Did you see the photos I emailed you?

I’m sorry, but we won’t be able to fly down this fall. Trying to keep ends together on the financial front. Maybe you could come visit us. I know it’s a little cramped here, hope you feel more comfortable next time.

So I’ll get back to my question. And this will make me sound like an ingrate. Here goes. Instead of spending what I estimate to have been $7,000 on your trip to Europe, has a thought crossed your mind to help us a little?

Yes, it’s been easier since we paid off Jennifer’s student loan. We’re now working on mine. But it would be great if our kids, your grandson and granddaughter, could live differently. You sold your house for a fortune. We’re underwater.

And I am doing well compared to others. You remember Brian from college, he’s still working as a waiter. I have a good job, but I have not seen a raise in five years. Robbie’s school costs us thousands of dollars. Hockey is expensive. Soccer would be more affordable, but that’s been taken over by Latinos. After bills, food, and my student loan, there is nothing left. We’re looking at home-schooling once Emma is of that age, which means that Jen will have to quit her job. At least we’ll break even on daycare.

But you know what makes it all so difficult? It’s the lack of any light at the end of this fucking tunnel (sorry about my language). Trump won, yet I can’t even go to a goddamned park without seeing Muslim families there. I’m not trying to be xenophobic, but I’ve never seen a single head-scarved woman around here until last year, and now they pop up everywhere.

Then I log off my email and see the news aggregator headlines. Every single one tells me “Die already, white people.” I don’t care if they say that to me, but it becomes personal when they direct it at Robbie and Emma. I know you don’t like racism. But your grandchildren don’t have a country. They don’t even have a home, properly understood. Everything feels so impermanent. I’ve started reading these blogs and sometimes I think I should … never mind.

You were always on my case about responsibility. Please believe me, I gave it my best shot time after time. And your lectures about my lack of trying, I always felt that they kind of missed the point because I’ve never been a quitter.

Sorry about my tone. Jen’s asleep and I’m buzzing a little. It’s been rough lately.

Love,

Lazarus

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Love

A “formative” experience. In quotes because I was 23 and experienced. I didn’t get a girl I wanted after she and I messed around. I was an idiot because she was bad news. But young passion blinds, which is why boys off themselves over a piece of tail.

In my oneitis, I chatted up an older man I looked up to, my boss at work. Didn’t know what exactly to ask him, but it was the same question that nearly two decades later will have led ten million young men to google their way to Heartiste’s archives.

I didn’t expect the older man to solve my problem or to play Robin Williams to my Matt Damon, but… it would have lightened my load if he had at least said “That’s a damn good question.” A sympathetic pat on the back would have, maybe, made me forget the chick and pumped me up to charm the panties off another one.

Instead, his face took on a satisfied look as he said “Yeah, I married a good one.” That’s when I understood that there are no mentors. Nobody gives a shit about me, is what sunk in. It was a liberating epiphany because it forced me to accept two things: that I have to figure everything out for myself, and that I have to take what I want with nobody’s help.

I learned to walk on my own.

Boomers had severed every inter-generational link of accumulated wisdom and let GenXers and Millennials out into the world ignorant and deracinated. We’re fixing what’s broken.

Back to love: it’s incomprehensible to me, today, that someone can put a loaded gun to his temple and squeeze the trigger over a gash. It’s a matter of age. At 45’ish now, I can imagine having an affair with a lithe little college girl. It would be fun, laughs, rape-lust at first fuck. But having the kinds of feelings that would drive a man to reckon with his life? No way. There is someone I would die (and kill) for, and it’s not hypothetical-her.

I do feel love. It’s for a woman who is a beautiful mother. She believes that a boy needs his daddy and her every act, touch, and gesture follows that axiom.

A 23-year-old or a fifteen-year-old man today is somewhere else. Unlike me now, he’d kill himself over a fling. His prospects are also tougher than mine were. I didn’t have to work around obesity, Tinder, or zoophilia.

But he has the one thing that I didn’t: tradition.

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Marriage Advice to a Millennial

A commenter at 28 Sherman writes:

I’m in my late 20s and know the millennial dating scene well. In my experience, most of my friends who got married wound up marrying their girlfriends from college. If you were not able to do that, I’ve rarely seen any of my other friends and myself get married.

However millennial marriages mean almost nothing and a lot of my friends who got married wound up divorcing after about five years. The Tinder lifestyle is too strong of a pull in all of these marriages. These were the couples that everyone assumed would make it but after a couple of years, the wives wound up wondering “what if” and either started cheating or filed for divorce. I don’t know the statistics of infidelity but I would not be surprised if women are more likely to cheat in a marriage then men are, especially if they are under 40. Their wedding vows mean little or nothing to them.

The thing with modern dating is that due to the narcissism with this generation, a lot of women (and some men, to be fair) are always wondering if they could do better. This is a generation where most girls honestly believe they can be reality TV stars. If you’re a regular guy, you’re only as good until she can find someone better and when she does, it’s over for you. I’m in management and work out so I do fine but I have friends in their 30s and 40s who are in senior management/VP roles and they get their pick of the litter. Every one of my divorced friends who are over 40 has a regular rotation of twentysomething girls; any girl over 25 to them is no good.

I am a GenX’er but married to an early-Millennial generation woman. I know nothing about the current dating scene, so I am relying on others’ testimonials, such as the commenter above. This is not a comprehensive Game post; that you can find in Chateau Heartiste archives, starting with the 16 Commandments of Poon. Rather, this post is a very specific piece of advice for a young man who found a girl who can make a decent wife and mother and he wants to beat the centrifugal forces that the above commenter described.

Here is my advice: believeyour belief has to be realand go hard. Every girl is born to be led and if not you, she will follow Tinder. You make it clear that:

1. You two are a counterculture with specific beliefs. When your country is great again, you two are part of the ruling class.

2. Iron rules will not be broken you her, or by you. Hint: what those rules are, is entirely up to you; if it’s “no smartphones with Tinder,” it’s no smartphones with Tinder.

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Let me give you two examples of what I am talking about, one fictional and one real-life.

The first example comes from Arthur Koestler’s little-known novel “The Age of Longing” (1950), in which the female protagonist, a young American expat in post-war France, reflects on three men: a virile lothario she had a fling with in her early youth, her upper class ex-husband, and her current lover, who happens to be a short and physically unattractive Soviet spy who fervently believes in Communism. She recalls the lothario making valiant efforts at satisfying her and failing, her ex-husband “making love like a bird,” as she put it, and her Soviet lover delivering what she had longed for. Through her character, Koestler meditated on the subject of faith and how men who lack it lack a vitality that captivates a woman, while a man who has conviction will be her whole world in spite of any defects he may have.

The second example is a couple I know. He is normal man otherwise, though introverted and somewhat shybut with a childhood accident-borne disfigurement. His wife is average-looking but she does have a pleasant face and the kind of social butterfly personality that is great for inter-family networking. Superficially, I had thought that he had scored out of his league, until I witnessed a large dinner party scene. He is a devout Roman Catholic, this needs to be mentioned. Somebody cracked a Jesus joke and he looked at the jokester, unmindful of the bonhomie that ruled the mood, and told him that he needs to shut his mouth and not blaspheme in front of children. His eyes looked like he is ready to kill. The jokester stammered an apology. Then, I understood.

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From my experience, I will confirm that the rules to which you hold your family do work. As one small example in my house, we don’t eat after 5:00 PM for Lent (that applies to just us adults) and even if we forget to eat something as the deadline passes, there are no exceptions when hunger hits at 6:30.

A woman follows a man with adamantine principles. Girls on Tinder crave that too.