“The love of a man for a woman waxes and wanes like the moon, but the love of brother for brother is steadfast as the stars and endures like the word of the prophet.” Arabian proverb (from Beau Geste, 1939)
Say what we will about tribalism and the natural tendency among people to gravitate toward interacting with members of their own race. Indeed, we all know that ethnic groups self-segregate, contrasting themselves into monochromatic bands. This phenomenon is observable almost everywhere we look, from neighborhood communities and high school cafeterias to maximum security prison yards and grocery store checkout lanes. Having stated all that, I still maintain that there’s nothing to bond two people like a good shit talking session. If there’s one development that allows people to set aside their differences and get along, (at least temporarily) it’s the development of a perceived threat from a common enemy.
In a famous 1987 speech to the U.N. (which was later seized on by Ufologists as “proof” we had been visited) President Ronald Reagan made the following remarks:
In our obsession with antagonisms of the moment, we often forget how much unites all the members of humanity. Perhaps we need some outside, universal threat to make us recognize this common bond. I occasionally think how quickly our differences worldwide would vanish if we were facing an alien threat from outside this world. And yet, I ask you, is not an alien force already among us?
Given that Reagan had signed the Immigration Reform and Control Act of 1986 which granted amnesty to 12 million illegal aliens the year before giving this speech, the answer would have to be “Yes!” Seriously though, the extraterrestrial lizard alien invasion as depicted in V: The Original Miniseries never quite materialized (at least not literally.) Metaphorically, the social setting of the film, Alien Nation more accurately prophesied our unfolding reality.
But we can forget about all of that for a moment. When Reagan spoke of the threat posed by an “alien among us” in 1987, one which could rally men of all colors and creeds to unite in spirited defense, he was not talking about radical feminists and their SJW reptilian allies….but in 2015, they are surely here.
A while back, I had posted some MGTOW (I was only ever a level 2) related memes on Instagram or some such social media site, and not long after that, I suddenly had all these random black dudes “liking” the photos and a couple of them even started following my feed. That’s right, ME, a nationalist who advocates transforming Antarctica into a futuristic colony exclusively for ethnic Europeans with blue or green eyes (white people with brown eyes can be allowed too if their skin is sufficiently pale, I suppose.) Anyhow, I clicked through to some of their profiles and was surprised to see them spouting libertarianish, anti-feminist rhetoric at belligerent female commenters and proudly posting pics of their just-arrived copies of popular manosphere books, such as Aaron Clarey’s “Enjoy The Decline.” Indeed, PUA and manosphere circles are inundated with blacks, who remain staunch allies in their war on Western women and unrestrained urges to bang as many chicks as possible.
It’s not surprising. With a disproportionate number of “low impulse control” black men ending up as single fathers, they are among the most likely to find themselves embroiled in bitter child support and spousal disputes, where they are almost certain to be dealt a losing hand from the red queen’s stacked deck passes for our legal system. Not that they haven’t learned to game that system a bit though. A (white) friend of mine is forced to give up nearly half of every paycheck to child support for a kid he’s not even allowed to see (the reason the female judge gave is that the child is “autistic” and he’s not properly trained to deal with autistic children…I shit you not.) He works at the airport though with a bunch of black guys who’ve apparently been there done that, and they advised him his best course of action would be to try to have another kid with a different girl, as that will result in a reduction in the amount he’s required to pay for the first child. So they’ve got it all worked out it seems.
As much as I long for racial separation and a restoration of 1950’s (at the very minimum) demographics to some small caucasian region of the solar system, I can’t help but feel a bit of comradery on that rare occasion when I find myself exchanging “crazy bitch” tales with some random black dude, whether I’ve gone down some Youtube rabbit hole comment thread or I’m just chatting up the token black in a crowded, hipster dive bar. Sometimes, these conversations subsequently branch off into other subjects, revealing mutual interests in sports topics, old school video games, forgotten Saturday morning cartoons etc. to the point where I start to question whether my staunch racialism is fully justified. I almost fall back into 1970’s-80’s multicultural window mode, envisioning that color blind, “humanracism,” future we were promised in optimistic shows like Battlestar Galactica (1978 version, not the Lost In Castration version). For me though, those reflective thoughts where I briefly entertain idealistic retro-futuristic fantasies of diversitopia… are pretty much where the fun ends. Or at least, that’s where it almost ends.
Feminism has morphed so many Western white women into creatures unsuitable for long term relationships or traditional marriage and child rearing, that an increasing number of men (myself included) find themselves tempted to pursue Hispanic or Asian women. Sure one may have nothing to talk to them about and no mutual interests or shared history, but at least a Mexican or Latin American girl will be down to have kids before age 35. The baby may end up looking nothing like you, but at least you’ll have planted your seed. She won’t change career paths five times and constantly pressure you to move to whatever city she thinks is fashionable based on the latest hipster band or trashy tv show she likes. She may even be pleasant to be around…. Holy shit. Suck on that for a moment, radfems. It’s gotten to the point where there are a ton of guys who would rather pluck a girlfriend they have nothing in common with, from some third world shithole just for the chance to be with a a woman who’s not openly hostile toward them.
Ecclesiastes 7:28: while I was still searching but not finding– I found one upright man among a thousand, but not one upright woman among them all.
If as a Western male, you’ve grown weary of searching for needles in the haystacks of broken white women and made the mathematical calculation that your odds would be better with a darker shade (or even no shade,) I guess I understand.
But for a racially conscious person like me…it’s still not enough.
The thing is, I simply don’t hate feminists enough to embrace multiculturalism. While radfems like to talk tough, at the end of the day they are more of a nuisance than anything. As soon as we collectively decide we’ve had enough of their crap, we can put them in their place whenever we feel like it. However, once you allow your cities to be flooded with third world immigrants and feral blacks, there’s no turning back. Your civilization is toast. At the end of the day, the black friend you’re joking around and playing Sega Genesis with, still identifies as black, first and foremost. When the next Trayvon Marton/OJ Simpson/Rodney King/Michael Brown incident comes along, the color blinds open up, and 9 times out of 10 he’ll side with the black victim narrative out of instinctive racial solidarity. As the saying goes… “when the shooting starts, you come home to your own.”
In spite of their tendency to be everything from mild pains in the asses, to full on movie ruiners, I feel a solidarity and connection with European American girls that I doubt I ever could with Hispanic or Asian girls (and yes I’ve given them a try.) Home cooked meals are great when you can get them, but I actually like some of the sass that an American girl can bring to the table. Constant bickering can wear a good man down, but make up sex and hatefucking the woman you love makes the world go round. One of the best romantic movies ever is Two For The Road, with Audrey Hepburn and Albert Finney. It’s about a couple that grows to despise one another, yet can’t live without each other. Nothing can come between them. That’s how I feel about European American women. They’re licentious howlers, but they’re our licentious howlers. In another life, I’ve written some of the most misogynist diatribes known to man, but if the choice is between getting bitched at by the Shanley Kanes of the world vs. the Detroiting of Western civilization, I’ll side with the feminazis every time.
Luckily that’s not even the choice you’re stuck with. Depending where you live, there are still plenty of nice American girls who want nothing to do with radical feminism. These girls want to get married and have families just like you do. Sure, odds are you’ll probably wind up getting raped in divorce court someday and losing it all, but the risk might be worth it. While they may not be as reliably submissive as their third world counterparts, American women at least speak the same language as you, grew up learning about the same heroes and possibly will have even watched the same cartoons as children (unless there’s a huge age difference and you’re robbing the cradle, in which case… good for you.) For low time preference individuals, the bond of shared history and common ancestry is too strong to be broken by the frivolity of modern feminist brainwashing and “interracial male bonding sessions.” At least, we hope it is, for the sake of our children and the world they will have to live in. Short of a massive alien invasion or diabolical female plot to take over the world, that’s unlikely to change. Perhaps radical feminism affects race relations by revealing the diversity of priorities among men.