So, I’ve mostly moved on from this blog. I don’t really it update anymore for a number of reasons. Though, rather than alienate tons of people with a laundry list of objections, I’ll just say that I don’t really consider myself part of the AltRight or a “conservative.” The problem I have with the term “AltRight” is that it presupposes one subscribes to a set of political positions on various issues. Whether it be capitalism, religion, modern art, feminism, environmentalism, sexuality, traditionalism etc.. on many of these subjects I clearly identify more with leftists, or at the very least a Nixonian conservatism(especially his private conversations.) More importantly though, I’m pro-white first and foremost. Pretty much have to be at this point. I agree with Richard Spencer in his assertion that conservatives cannot seem to bring themselves to advocate for explicitly White or European interests. They always have to prioritize some other pet issue, or at the very least incorporate a kind of admixture that they insist “must be necessary for civilization.” It essentially becomes a right intersectionalism counterpart to the feminist variety. I reject intersectionality, in order to prioritize defending the interests of white people…any of them, regardless of their stance on pretty much any subtopics(the flat earth people really push my limits on this though.)
We’re in a struggle for survival because we’re white. “Blackness” is as contrived of an identity as ever, but in almost any outgroup confrontation, a black tranny from Brooklyn will find an ally and a brother in an Oakland gang member or cab driving Somali refugee. In the future, every white person will have to choose a side, either pro-white or anti-white. If a group of muslims was attacking a pretty teenage white girl, would you cheer them on because you hate how shrill many western women have become? What about if they were attacking an openly gay, white software engineer or homeless man? Would you give them the thumbs up for taking out a “degenerate?” Or would you reluctantly come to the defense of a long lost brother or sister in blood? I know whose side I would be on. We can and should debate the types of societies we want to live in, but in the end we do not necessarily all have to adopt the same system. The southeastern United States seems ripe for the kind of neoconfederate christian ethnotheocracy many reactionaries crave. The northwest seems an ideal enclave for identitarian irreligious hipster fascists. The west coast is a natural fit for a Moldbuggian technocratic monarchy where geek “hWhites” can be free to practice transplanetary capitalism and indulge their asian fetishes.
France is not Germany is not Iceland is not South Carolina and never will be. Every identitarian is well aware of this. Yet, the broader struggle we are in requires a degree of unity the likes of which we have never seen and are not typically comfortable with. We’ve spent so much time as the comfortable majority, that we’ve had the luxury of practicing exclusively “values” politics. Watching clips of old debate shows from the 60’s and 70s, it all seems so innocent! Gore Vidal feuding with Norman Mailer on the Dick Cavett Show, Buckley debating Reagan on Firing Line about the fate of the Panama Canal. How cute. 40 years later, none of it matters in the least bit. Europe is on the verge of being irreversibly transformed. Most of California is lost, and much of the US has been overrun. Many of the areas which haven’t been, remain so isolated from the effects that they’re oblivious to the dangers of allowing themselves to be swamped with people from the third world. Some have even been convinced by corporate witch doctors that such enrichment will somehow benefit them.
As someone who comes politically from the right but culturally from the left, I can see the beginnings of a racially aware, “AltLeft” emerging. These are white people who may agree with a lot of progressive ideas or aesthetics, yet reject the postmodern anti-whitism and ethnomasochism that have come to dominate those circles. The intersectional, postmodern left hates white people, and some of them(more than you think) are becoming wise to this. No enemies to the right? How about no enemies to the white?
When a wise and brave ally created Orcbrand, the call was answered by thousands who eagerly joined the horde. To show my solidarity, I too adopted the brand for a time. Though not fully invested, I threw enough of my mild weight in to consequently be asked about Orcbrand in an interview with a persistently curious fellow. Yet, deep down I knew that I could never truly be an Orc. I share almost none of the physical or mental characteristics required. Orcs are large, strong, loud, obnoxious and barbarous creatures with generally low impulse control. They are aggressive and have an unquenchable thirst for battle. They are not much in the way of tactical strategic creatures but boldly charge forward toward whichever target they are fixated on. No, it would be an insult to both the orcs and my kin to call myself one. I briefly considered applying to be leader of a subspecies of Gretchin and their herd, but Gretchin are typically cannon fodder(though occasionally clever) and are simply smaller versions of orcs rather than something completely different. No, not a Gretchin either. This begs the question, who am I? Who
For those of us not quite large or brutish enough to pass as orcbrand but with agility, insatiable curiosity, and beautiful thoughts, clearly we are elfbrand. In contrast with the Orcs, I have a slender(yet fit) build and am more inclined to rely on attributes of cunning, stealth, imagination and cleverness when engaging with my enemies. One of my ex-girlfriends would often comment on my having “elf ears.” It was a running meme between us that she had fairy ears(not like a “gay” definition of fairy, but like the female variety such as Tinkerbelle or the ones that give you hearts in Legend of Zelda) and I had elf ears, and thus ours was a romance between fairy and elf. I make no apology for the foray into degenerate interspecism (though I regret the relationship for a plethora of other reasons.)
At this point you may be wondering what Elfbrand is all about. Like, what makes an elf? What do we really believe? I offer this as the official Elfbrand manifesto:
The Elfbrand Manifesto
By B.W. Rabbit
-As elves we are distrustful of outsiders. We are conscious of their reckless, potentially destructive nature and actively plot ways to keep them out and avoid having to interact with them whenever possible.
– Whilst the brutish orcs revel in their pompous machismo and bravado, we remain perched in the treetops of the lost woods, our elven bows polished at the ready – quivers filled with silver arrows – ever the cunning.
– We are psychically sensitive beings, have a love of animals and frequently look to the cosmos, allst the while exploring nature. Whereas the thuggish alpha beasts are likely to blurt out uncouth epithets like “that’s so gay!” at the notion of any admiration of beauty, expression of sentimentality or emotion…we merely roll our eyes, tune them out and continue with the business of soul searching and expanding our collective consciousness.
-Advanced science(often mistaken for magical power by more primitive creatures) is a critical component of elven society and when combined with stealth allows us to defend ourselves when vastly outnumbered.
– Elfbrand contains different factions and much diversity. There are the space-faring Eldar, the natural and homeopathic driven “wood elves,” the cruel and cunning dark elves and so on. We all share the same features and abilities, but they manifest themselves differently among different elven societies according to established norms.
– Increased perception is one of our most defining traits. Seemingly introverted and curious we have a tendency to perceive and understand rather then prematurely judge. Those who identify as Elfbrand are most likely to
fall under the INTP Myers-Briggs personality type.
– Elfbrand men are most closely aligned with beta males(though not the squeaky, fat, neckbeard variety.) Romantic, empathetic and understanding. In the true medieval fashion we have a tendency to white knight even when their is no tangible reward to be reaped. Even the most gallant and alpha embodying among us take on the likeness of a charismatic metrosexual. While the entitled frat bro styled orcmen pillage and plunder the pussy, we opt for style, chivalry, clever humor and establishing a psychic link with the female. We recognize that we will be unlimately be less successful numbers wise but will make more spiritually meaningful connections when we occasionally do make them.
– We place an emphasis on the aesthetic of a society, which often puts us at odds with laissez faire capitalist creatures who sacrifice aesthetic for cheapness, abundance and convenience. Elfbranders marvel at the beautiful expensive sofa that’s uncomfortable to sit on, while other creatures enthusiastically tear down magnificent buildings to make way for cheap, stucco minimalls filled with Jamba Juice smoothie franchises and AT&T wireless stores.
– Our advantageous battle characteristics are swiftness, accuracy, resourcefulness, and adaptability. Our weaknesses are lack of physical strength, reduced numbers and an aversion to direct confrontation. When faced with an aggressive and more powerful adversary, we would be more apt to distract the enemy by throwing them a slab of meat, bypass their defenses and patiently wait for a moment to strike, like thieves in the night…narrowly escaping the barbarian’s firm grip with the agile swiftness of a thousand gazelles.
Note: We are not usually at odds with our orc allies. In many ways it would seem we complement each other. It is important merely to point out memetic and strategic differences, understanding with clarity what our respective roles are in ongoing skirmishes with anarchists, libertarians and SJW goblins.
If an HR department at any publicly traded corporation discovered that, under your real name, you had written(or merely even faved) tweets critical of Jews, blacks, immigrants, women, gays, trans etc. you’d be fired in two seconds. One of the problems with unchecked, transnational capitalism is that desire for money literally trumps everything. Big companies will sell out their own local communities, their people’s culture and even the security of the nation for a few bucks. Corporations care more about dollars than anything. Even when companies engage in diversity initiatives and philanthropic endeavors, these too are ultimately driven by profits. Though some people in the company may genuinely care about said causes on some level, the gestures themselves are still essentially just shrewd public relations stunts, designed to give the company a positive image and act as a force field to deflect any SJW criticism. A company will not knowingly associate their brand with anything or anyone that could even potentially be controversial. I myself was once denied a job at a solid ad agency on the basis of a few mild tweets(on my real account) that were uncovered in the final stages of the hiring/interview process. Lately I’ve been inclined to stick with more entry level positions where my visibility would not be high enough in a company to draw attention to any of my political activism. The current company I work for enforces a policy that “an employee should not take public political stands.” Note: they’re talking about any public political stands(ie “Obamacare sucks!”) to say nothing of the the controversial HBD and anti-democracy stuff we advocate for.
Anissimov argues that the problem the Right faces right now is anonymity:
The main problem that the neoreactionary Right faces right now is anonymity. Three years ago it was not enough people. Now, many, many new people are joining, but the vast majority are doing so under the cover of anonymity.
It is somewhat strange that he would be advocating these 1000s of people should boldly shed their anonymity, given that just recently he declared NRx to only be about 8 people, with the rest being merely fans. Why would anyone risk their job, just to publicly be part of a “fan club” or something which has declared itself not even seeking to be a popular movement. If it’s just a secret, small group of intellectuals engaged in a school of thought…why not just keep it a secret, who cares? What’s in it for the rest of us, “the fans?”
In my view, the problem with the new right isn’t that too many of us are anonymous. If 5000 reactionaries went public with their real names, then those people would be fired from their jobs the moment any one of their employers made the connection. All it takes is one SJW to locate your Linkedin account and fire off an email to your employer, and bam! you’re toast. No corporation will stick their neck out for a racialist. Let us not forget people like John Derbyshire were even fired from“conservative” publications, because they felt his(mild by comparison to some of ours) opinions were damaging to National Review’s image. We’ve even seen the likes of Roosh V get in on the PC thought policing act when it comes to protecting his profitable e-book brand.
Rather, the real issue is that we lack our own institutions.
Imagine if the entire company you worked for was run by and staffed throughout with “neo-nazis”, secessionists, monarchists, daughters of the confederacy, ethnonationalists or whomever. In such a scenario, if the SJW mob came after you, your bosses ideally would laugh their asses off. Again though, this brings us back to the issue of capitalism and it’s associated PC pressures(just look at all the problems SeaWorld has had.) Would such an organization survive all the bad crimethink PR in the present US environment? Would they stand by you? Maybe, maybe not.
So when should one go public? Financial independence should be the condition for using your real name. If you need to work for a company to pay your rent or support your family, you probably have to stay anon. It should be the goal of every new rightist to be able to reach a state of financial security when he can say whatever we wants and remain largely unscathed by any attacks from the outrage brigade. Anonymity, like other covert operations can be incredibly effective. One of the things that so frustrates SJWs is that they can’tstop anonymous people from commenting on current events, which is why they’re trying to force companies like Google, Yahoo etc to make people use their real name in comment sections.
Would the Vietcong have been successful had they come out and told everyone who they were before the Tet Offensive? And don’t say “but The Tet Offensive was actually a military failure.”Yes, I’m aware of that. From a propaganda standpoint it was an important psychological victory, though. I like the concept of our own metaphorical “Tet offensive” where we pick a date two or three years from now, a day of the rabbit so to speak, when out of nowhere thousands upon thousands of us come out using our real names, sending shock waves throughout the media. In the meantime we would slowly prepare and work toward being financially independent by that date.
Most of us would like to use our real names. It would be beneficial to me for sure. We just need to buy a little time. If for some reason we get doxxed and outed before we’re ready, the only thing to do at that point is just to “rock it” and charge full speed ahead.
Sometimes I feel a bit like a reactionary hitchhiker. Basically, when one increasingly finds he has very little common ground with mainstream political movements, his nostalgic trips down memory lane may eventually lead him to embark on a journey down “reactionary road.” This highway has many possible lanes and exits. He might find himself heading in the direction of the paleoconservatives’ front porch or the neoreactionaries’ castle, perhaps the libertarians’ weed farm, or the traditionalists’ homestead, the manosphere’s “No Ma’am” meet up, the radfem free bleeders’ pool party, or even the neo-nazis’ Antarctic base. Essentially, one metaphorically “hitchhikes” from one ideological group to the next, with each of them only willing to take him part of the way where he wants to go, and he never may never quite reach that sanctuary where the other escaped runners are waiting for him. Yet, that analogy doesn’t always work… because each group doesn’t necessarily incrementally get you closer to the group where you ultimately fit in. Of course, some people hitchhike with no destination in mind. They just want to go on a mind expanding journey and see where it takes them. For those that have an idea of what they’re looking for though, it can be disheartening. You just kind of bounce around like an idiosyncratic pinball, occasionally hitting spots where the machine lights up briefly(finally! these guys mostly believe the same things I do,) only to be blasted off in the other direction after dealbreaker ideological incompatibilities are uncovered.
So you might ask…why do you need to belong to a group or share a belief system with anyone at all? Well, you don’t of course…unless you want to actually organize with like-minded people and do something.
It’s unrealistic to believe it’s necessary to find people who agree with us 100% on everything in order to align ourselves with them. So it is sufficient to find people who are with us on our “top priority” issues. For me, I can narrow it down to two: ethnonationalism and futurism (atheism being a distant third.)
Allow me to offer up my own unique “reactionary pinball” trajectory as an illustration of this disillusioning dilemma:
It’s basically a given that as a racially conscious person and an isolationist, I don’t have a place in the republican or democratic parties. I’m an atheist, and a mild feminist so I don’t belong with the paleoconservatives. Though I sympathize with certain MGTOW criticisms about the nature of females, my race realism, mild feminism and dislike of barbarism disqualifies me from the manosphere(I sorta have grown to hate them actually.) Since I oppose warm body democracy, open borders and an unrestrained free market, I’m sure as hell not a libertarian. I also have no desire for what Heinlein called “back to nature cults.” I’m not interested in “homesteading,” homeschooling or living some kind of neo-Amish lifestyle out on the range. Beyond thinking that children should be raised by two heterosexual parents and that transgenderism shouldn’t be celebrated or encouraged, I’m not much of a hardcore traditionalist. I’m fine with kids watching Saturday morning cartoons etc. as long as they get off their asses, exercise and socialize every once in a while. I’ve concluded that I don’t reject enough of modernity to be a neoreactionary. I’m not willing to dismiss every civilizational experiment humans conducted after the French Revolution as a failure. Hell, I even like a lot of mid century modern art(Gasp! talk about abstract horrorism!)and no, I don’t mean dumb stuff like “numbered cans of shit” or that girl who lays eggs out of her vagina…but I enjoy paintings like this. Also, despite the trike, they don’t really want nationalists and constantly talk trash about them, parroting nearly every SJW cliche about nationalists being uncouth, white trash, skinheads, etc. It’s also hard to see why anyone would want to expend energy engaging with a movement only to be disrespectfully thought of as merely “fan club” members rather than lower hierarchy contributors. Moving on from that… Given what I’ve said up until now you might be wondering if I’m a communist. Well, although I do prefer communist music and aesthetic, I’m not a communist because I don’t care much about equality(economic, racial or otherwise) and I don’t care for the heavy handed thought policing and labor camps that go along with it. Also, contemporary communism is incompatible with my pro-white racial views. The Communist Party USA, like most of today’s leftist movements is fiercely dedicated to promoting diversity, radical feminism, open borders, the fight against global warning, and almost every other SJW cause under the sun. Practically the only ideological spot left for this ball to roll into is European nationalism/fascism. Yet even the neo-nazis and “White” nationalists are becoming overwhelmed with radical Christians and traditionalists. Based on a few of the tweets I’ve been seeing, some neo-nazis are becoming as prudish as Islamic fundamentalists. I’m also not really into Hitler or Nazi nostalgia(though I’ll admit it’s growing on me a bit.) The Italian Futurism and Fascism movement would have been my scene, but those dudes are long dead, and I can’t travel back in time. The nationalist parties which appear to be gaining popularity in Europe look awesome, but I don’t live there. The ideal kind of soft fascism I’d be looking to support would be a more space oriented variant, somewhat in the vein of Heinlein’s “Starship Troopers.”
For now, neo-fascism is where I’m at, though I fully expect to get bounced around some more. Hopefully, I will at least hit some kind of ingroup jackpot bonus before the game tilts from my trying to force it, or I grow tire of playing…and the flippers fail to prevent the ball from going down the drain.
“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.
“We should deport all racists to Antarctica!” It’s a novel idea, one which I frequently see being floated by social justice howlers that think they’re being clever. Yet, rather than cringing in horror at the prospect of being banished to a life of ice piratry with my fellow blue eyed, diversity contract holdouts, my immediate thoughts are more along the lines of “Cool beans! When does the next ferry leave? You’re seriously not going to follow us this time? C’mon, don’t tease me, bro.”
Sorry to break the news to anti-white, political correctness enthusiasts, but a great many European descendants are so sick and tired of ethnomasochism, cultural marxism, and miscellaneous SJW crap that they would be highly receptive to the suggestion of forming a remote colony at the South Pole. I love the idea, personally.
What kind of people would want to live in Antarctica, anyway?
Among the inhabitants occupying the outer rings of conspiracy kook circles, it is believed that Hitler and other high profile Nazis managed to escape to an underground Antarctic fortress at the conclusion of World War II. It has even been claimed that several years later there was a secret war in Antarctica to exterminate the remaining German forces as part of Operation HighJump ,which finally ended when the allies destroyed the Nazi’s base with a nuke in the 1950s. Do you actually believe any of this shit? Me neither.
Okay, Iet’s divert back from digression for a moment. What SJWs never seem to understand is that regardless of whether or not the environment is great, it’s the people that make or break the place.It is for this same reason, groups flee from resource rich countries with optimal weather, such as Nigeria, preferring to chisel their way into freezertopias like Sweden and Iceland.
When would-be romantic pioneers or even pie in the sky, daydream believers look at Antarctica, they see visions of extravagant ice palaces, the drawbridges of which lead to a techno futuristic viking paradise. When unimaginative PC reptilians salivate at the prospect of exiling thought criminals to that giant frozen landmass in the antarctic circle, all they can envision are a bunch of douchebags they disagree with, huddled together, shivering their privileged, flat white asses off.
So what exactly would an ideal civilization on Antarctica look like? Given the harsh outside conditions, my guess is that it would have to resemble something like the City of Domes in Logan’s Run(which is not to insinuate that it must aesthetically double for a 1970s shopping mall in Dallas, Texas.) However, it should more practically make use of any existing caverns and underground tunnels, modifying and expanding them structurally into a cohesive living space. The end result being an icily enveloped labyrinth, a large scale version of the hydroponic research station in Saturn 3.
While not quite approaching the uninhabitable frigidity of the cryogenic moons of Saturn… by any human’s definition, Antarctica is still colder than shitballs. This isn’t Jules Verne’s Mysterious Island where one can survive by hunting giant mutant crabs and camping out on the beach. It’s not The Blue Lagoon, Lord of The Flies, Swiss Family Robinson or even Gilligan’s Island. Without adequate electricity and heat, everyone pretty much just dies right away. Luckily, scientific outposts have already shown us the way in this regard. We can utilize diesel generators, solar and wind power as primary sources of energy for the colony initially, with a long term goal of building a geothermal and/or nuclear power plant(more on this later.)
From Knockout Game Escape Sanctuary To World Domination Headquarters
Any remotely peaceful and advanced civilization that is predominantly made up of people of European ancestry, will eventually have hordes from the third world trying to get in on the action. So it’s important that our ice colony maintain substantial defense systems. It’s necessary for us to keep these people out, since if we allow them to live among us, the temptation to exploit them would be too great. It’s is a naturally occurring, genetic characteristic of being “white,”(call it the “blaxploitation” gene) which we must be forever conscious of when dealing with others.
Like Afghanistan, the mountains and cavernous regions of Antarctica have built in protective features, but without developing highly advanced technology like force fields and mounted laser cannons, a city of several hundred or a few thousand colonists would not be able to repel any serious military assault or UN approved, forced diversity invasion. So called “neo-nazis” aren’t Palestinians either. Transnational corporations and global institutions have little concern for white children, especially those conceived by parents who don’t hate themselves. Human shields are a tacky defense mechanism anyway, the equivalent of kicking a field goal instead of going for it on 4th down in John Madden Football ’93, but a white human shield is merely a “two for the price of one” coupon at the genocide buffet. Bottom line, military tech research must be pursued aggressively, and if this research is primarily directed toward large scale heat generation, we would potentially have a powerful secret weapon at our disposal:
According to Wikipedia:
Antarctica contains 90% of the world’s ice and more than 70% of its freshwater. If all the land-ice covering Antarctica were to melt — around 30 million cubic kilometres of ice — the seas would rise by over 60 metres.
That’s right. All we have to do is threaten to melt a hunk of that sucker, and we could hold the entire world hostage unless they meet our demands. Maybe we can even flood a few insignificant island countries like Haiti or Tuvalu as a demonstration(in the spirit of the G.A.L.A.X.Y. organization) so that everyone will know we mean business. Mwahaha.
How’s that for irony? Banish Saltine-Americans to a harsh existence in Antarctica for demanding their borders not be flooded with third world populations, only to have them end up melting the place into a weapon to flood your borders. It gets better though, Antarctica has a high enough elevation in most parts so that we could withstand the effects of our own attacks.
Are you starting to warm up to the idea of colonizing Antarctica yet? Are your nipples already getting prematurely hard in anticipation of the cold? Mine, too. Unfortunately, there are some ginormous glaciers in the path of making this Titanic bon voyage. In other words, there are a couple of major obstacles in the way of us doing anything on Antarctica, many more than a couple actually, but the ones I’m going to mention are such showstoppers that they render the others largely moot.
1. Despite their gleeful demeanor when suggesting people they disagree with should move to Antarctica, social justice warriors would in fact, never allow it. Environmentalists don’t care when they import millions of poor people who drive gas guzzling jalopies and pollute the environment, but if they wouldn’t even permit oil drilling in the Alaskan Wildlife Refuge, do you really believe they’re going to let people whom they perceive to be “neo nazis” put up condos on Antarctica and build power plants there? Get real.
The challenge of the spaces between the worlds is a stupendous one; but, if we fail to meet it, the story of our race will be drawing to a close. Humanity will have turned its back upon the still untrodden heights and will be descending the long slope that stretches, across a thousand million years of time, down to the shores of the primeval sea. — Arthur C. Clarke
Well, there are few worse places for setting up a space station than the South Pole. Think about it. Even in the ideal climate of Florida, NASA will abort a launch at Cape Canaveral if there is so much as a mild breeze in the air. I can’t imagine that the Ice Planet Zero–like weather conditions of Antarctica would provide a suitable environment for sending spaceships and satellites into orbit. It’s a no go. The only way I could see us overcoming this problem would involve nesting the space station and launch facility within the interior of a hollowed out volcano, like Blofeld’s impressive Japanese base in You Only Live Twice. Does anyone still have access to the blueprints for that thing?
3. The Antarctic Treaty System. This is the big one, and for our purposes, it bites the big one. Since 1961, Antarctica has been governed by a treaty which essentially limits it to being used for scientific research purposes only, states that land there cannot be claimed or colonized, and explicitly forbids any non research oriented military activity there. Read it and weep:
No acts or activities taking place while the present Treaty is in force shall constitute a basis for asserting , supporting or denying a claim to territorial sovereignty in Antarctica or create any rights of sovereignty in Antarctica. No new claim, or enlargement of an existing claim to territorial sovereignty in Antarctica shall be asserted while the present Treaty is in force.
I’m going to go out on a limb and say that it’s highly unlikely that signatory countries involved or any of the scientists currently holed up in research stations there would be cool with us creating a futuristic, ethnonationalist enclave there. If that’s not a boner killer, I don’t know what is. That being said, I’m still optimistic that even this obstacle can be overcome. Perhaps some of those countries can be bribed, if we can manage to get someone wealthy like Peter Thiel on board. Russia did sell us Alaska after all.
Despite the light-hearted tone of this essay, the idea of escaping a world which no longer values our historical contributions and that has become increasingly hostile to our mere presence, is a real one. The concept of building new civilizations in seemingly uninhabitable far away lands remains a serious proposition. Whether it’s condos on the moon, pyramids on Mars, or golden igloos in the hills of Antarctica, we will find a way to end up somewhere other than the gulag. For those who would be happy to see us go, be careful what you wish for. And to all my creative friends and allies who long to have bizarre celebrations and secure a future for civilized children…
This dream is for you, so pay the price. Make one dream come true, you know it’s on ice.
From the spring of 2001 until roughly the winter of 2002, I retreated heavily into the nostalgic fantasy world of Super Nintendo RPGs. Unsatisfied with the society as it existed around me I began to shun what I perceived as a dying civilization and embrace the superiority of imagined simulations. I did this not as some neck beard D&D geek or anime/Japanese fetishist, but as an able bodied young man, exhausted and from the negative cultural stimuli induced sensory overload of Los Angeles and the southwest living experience. Call it my own private neoreaction if you will.
I know what you’re thinking. “Dude, video games aren’t real life.” True enough, or is it? Are thoughts not real? Are daydreams invalid because you can’t hold them in your hand? One of the common criticisms of modern society is that people are so fixated on electronic gadgetry and computer simulated realities that they miss out on “real life,” you know..going outside and shit. But what if there’s nothing out there anymore? What is one to do when they reach a point when their civilization has degenerated to the tipping point, where the constantly advancing imagined simulations actually seems more fulfilling? Soon the day may come when a perfected robot woman will turn you on sexually more than some chubby hobag you meet in a bar. Anyway, that’s not really the point. Rather, things that seem like a waste of time may not be a complete waste of time. Cultural awakenings can start in the strangest of places. Just as philosophical literature influenced people for thousands of years, who is to say that newer forms of media can’t inspire people in real ways? They certainly did in my case. Laugh as you might at the notion of these 90’s video games serving as the inspiration for some real life medieval-futurist state, I can pretty much guarantee you that the Japanese guys who programmed these games and conjured up the fictitious worlds they contain, were more intelligent than almost anyone who’s been elected to public office in a Western democracy in the past 30 years.
I began calling myself a monarchist and yearning for a techno-futuristic monarchy in 2002, not as result of watching VHS tapes of 60 Minutes interviews with the Shah of Iran, romantic notions of the Legend of King Arthur, or perusing the musings of Pliny the Elder. Rather, it was the beauty and ambiance of the elaborately constructed worlds of games like Zelda – Link To The Past, Illusion of Gaia, Secret of Evermore, Earthbound, Secret of Mana, as well as Final Fantasy IV, V, and VI. The ultimate of course, was Chrono Trigger.
The game featured both Middle Ages style monarchy (in the form of King Guardia and his daughter, Princess Marle) as well as the techno-futurist variety (Queen Zeal and Princess Schala) It was unique in that it was a time travel RPG, allowing you to experience the same world in several different eras, ranging from prehistoric times to a post apocalyptic dystopian future, and going back and forth to do things which would affect future events.
It’s through this tampered, blurry intertwining of time periods and the elements of a homogenized society bound together by its traditions/customs, combined with modern technological advancements, that an ideal world begins to emerge. There are still kings and queens, fortresses and town fairs, but also fast talking robots and sophisticated airships. We want futuristic monarchy after all, and renaissance festival jousting and miniature golf style castles aren’t going to cut it.
Typical of monarchies, the justice system may be lacking a bit, as early on Crono winds up sentenced to death on a rather dubious charge of kidnapping the princess. But hey, it’s a small price to pay to live in a society with no knockout game, gang rape, or anarcho-tyranny in the mix. Women can walk freely in Medina village wearing mildly revealing outfits without fear of being catcalled by crude and imposing third world caricatures.
On a somewhat deeper level, Chrono Trigger even curiously incorporates an “enlightenment” subplot into it’s storyline:
The Enlightened Ones are the people of Zeal, magically empowered, impossibly cultured, and ardently devoted to the highest arts and exploration of human potential. The Enlightened Ones formally became a people after the Sun Stone was located and Zeal was created; the group able to use the power of the artifact took to the sky, and developed a begrudging prejudice against the Earthbound. The Enlightened soon created a culture of their own; they gilded their cities with the colors of silver, white, and gold, and filled them to the brim with knowledge and rumination. Knowledge and erudition reached a peak that would never again be matched, as the people of Zeal tackled philosophical questions such as the presence of fate and delved into the fundamental composition of the universe.
Their chosen King and Queen governed the Enlightened Ones; the monarchs were magic innates, as were the Gurus of Time, Reason, and Life, who commanded much wisdom in their studies. The byproduct of Enlightened civilization was hubris and blind ambition; they considered the Earthbound subhuman, and had visions of immortality. The pursuit of immortality led the Enlightened Ones to tap into Lavos’s power using the Mammon Machine, which would cause the destruction of Zeal by awaking the monster beneath the planet’s crust. Though Zeal was totally annihilated, several Enlightened Ones survived the Fall of Zeal and stumbled upon Last Village, the last remaining human settlement. Stripped of power sources to leech magic from and their dwellings in the sky, the Enlightened Ones could no longer maintain prejudice against the Earthbound and mingled with the former cave dwellers. This marked the end the Enlightened Ones and the Earthbound as formal divisions of people.
No need for me to visit every detail of the plot of the game though. Much of it can be found here (warning: spoliers.)
In our lives, time travel is not yet possible (and travel to the past may never be) so the most we can achieve it to create or recreate the time and place we would prefer to live in. Plodding along through the tattered shreds of fading Western empires and an increasingly dumbed down, consumerist American ghettocracy, I think to myself, “This place ain’t it.”
If you’re open to exploring alternatives to warm body democracy, I implore you to have a brief glimpse at the world as it is in Chrono Trigger and see if you don’t conclude that it’s more appealing than our own (aside from having to battle monsters.) If we do find it superior, then why not strive to create something similar? Thoughts are real things, else they would not exist… even in our minds. Yet we needn’t be content to think certain kinds of thoughts and ideas must exist only in our minds.
With few exceptions, movie adaptations of novels rarely do justice to the books they are based on. Offhand, I can think of a handful which were at least somewhat worthy representations of their authors’ original works(“The Outsiders” and “Invasion of The Body Snatchers” come to mind as examples.) Even less common, are instances where the director attempted to mock or satirize the political ideas of a book, yet unwittingly ended up portraying them in an flattering light. Such was the case with Paul Verhoeven’s film version of Robert Heinlein’s classic, “Starship Troopers.”
It is a complete mystery as to why Paul Verhoeven was chosen to direct a film adaptation of a book he didn’t remotely like, and admittedly never even read:
“I stopped after two chapters because it was so boring,…It is really quite a bad book. I asked Ed Neumeier to tell me the story because I just couldn’t read the thing. It’s a very right-wing book.”
So there you have it, a guy directing a film version of a story for which he had zero passion and even a mild disdain for. That’s not to say these types of movies should be made by drooling fanboys, but is it to much to ask that a director should have at least read the book and sympathized with it’s message(at least to a degree.) Apparently it is.
The system in Heinlein’s original novel was a form of “limited democracy”(what progressives would probably take to be “fascism.”) Citizenship and the right to vote were not granted on the basis of being born, but instead needed to be earned through volunteering for Federal service. That didn’t mean they had to become soldiers or join the military, only that they must volunteer for the Federation and serve in some way, thus showing individual sacrifice for the common good. It was a reaction to the suicidal and degenerative nature of 20th century democracies, where “people had been led to believe that they could simply vote for whatever they wanted… and get it, without toil, without sweat, without tears.” The message being that a person has to prove through sacrifice for the common cause, that they should have the right to have a say in how they are governed. Heinlein later clarified and expanded on this concept in his 1980 anthology, “Expanded Universe.”
I think I know what offends most of my critics the most about STARSHIP TROOPERS: It is the dismaying idea that a voice in governing the state should be earned instead of being handed to anyone who is 18 years old and has a body temperature near 37 degrees C.
But there ain’t no such thing as a free lunch.
In the same essay, Heinlein floated some creative ideas on criteria for voting eligibility:
A state that required a bare minimum of intelligence and education – e.g., step into the polling booth and find that the computer has generated a new quadratic equation just for you. Solve it, the computer unlocks the voting machine, you vote. But get a wrong answer and the voting machine fails to unlock, a loud bell sounds, a red light goes on over the booth – and you slink out, face red, you having just proved yourself too stupid and/or ignorant to take part in the decisions of grownups. Better luck next election! No lower age limit in this system – smart 12-yr-old girls vote every election while some of their mothers – and fathers – decline to be humiliated twice.
Math isn’t really my strong suit, so I might have had to rely on being laser cannon fodder in the mobile infantry to earn the franchise.
Written in the relatively tranquil 1950’s postwar America, Starship Troopers was prophetic in other ways, such as in predicting with incredible accuracy the patterns of crime we have come to face today:
From Chapter VIII, pp. 90-96:
I found myself mulling over a discussion in our class in History and Moral Philosophy. Mr. Dubois was talking about the disorders that preceded the breakup of the North American republic, back in the 20th century. According to him, there was a time just before they went down the drain when such crimes as murder were as common as dogfights. The Terror had not been just in North America — Russia and the British Isles had it, too, as well as other places. But it reached its peak in North America shortly before things went to pieces.
“Law-abiding people,” Dubois had told us, “hardly dared go into a public park at night. To do so was to risk attack by wolf packs of children, armed with chains, knives, home-made guns, bludgeons … to be hurt at least, robbed most certainly, injured for life probably — or even killed. This went on for years, right up to the war between the Russo-Anglo-American Alliance and the Chinese Hegemony. Murder, drug addiction, larceny, assult, and vandalism were commonplace. Nor were parks the only places — these things happened also on the streets in daylight, on school grounds, even inside school buildings. But parks were so notoriously unsafe that honest people stayed clear of them after dark.”
Sound familiar to the world we currently live in? “the knockout game,”school shootings, thug gangs, mall riots, flash mobs, etc etc. Heinlein named them all without yet knowing what they would be called.
Verhoeven, in the movie version of Starship Troopers, did not apparently he care for any of Heinlein’s ideas and instead sought to mock them(he says it clearly throughout the DVD commentary.) He also states that the theme of the film is how “war makes fascists of us all.” Curiously, the screenwriter, Edward Neumeier seems more sympathetic to Heinlein’s vision, often sparring with the director and remarking how “it’s actually a society that works pretty well. “There’s no sexism. There’s no racism…later we’ll see that there’s very little crime. In fact they seemed to have achieved the ideal sort of politically correct society, although we sort of question how they’ve achieved it.”
While xenophobes like me who lean toward ethnonationalism and race realism would be skeptical that such a color-blind multiracial society could exist without significant friction, I suppose one could make the case that with forced assimilation and a collective insistence on holding everyone to a high standard(things which pussified western countries seem unwilling to do) it might have a chance to work. This is what millions of open minded whites like myself optimistically assumed would happen, during the post segregation “multicultural window.” In current western societies, people aren’t pressured to adopt a color blind mentality but rather they are encouraged to show racial solidarity and embrace their distinctive native cultures(all except White people of course… who are not allowed to self identify except in a pathetic, self hating, “I’m ashamed to be white” kind of way.) Who knows? Moving on…
When Norman Jewison made “Rollerball” in 1975(a film that seems more relevant now than ever,) one of the main points he attempted to convey was how modern sporting events were becoming disgustingly violent spectacles. Yet he was later appalled by the audience’s reaction to the film, when he realized that they actually enjoyed the violence in the film, with some enthusiastic fans even wanting to start up an actual Rollerball league to play the brutal game.
In the same vein, when one watches “Starship Troopers,” a film intended to mock soft fascism, they might conclude that a limited democracy focused on civic minded citizens might actually be an improvement over our current “warm body,” transnational corporate bureaucracy where anyone idiot with a pulse can vote.
The film “succeeds” in the endeavor by portraying this system in a fictional, futuristic setting. We are able to see a successful quasi-fascist system in action without all the baggage associated with similar systems in 20th century history. It focuses on the society itself, and how it would work, without the “Jew obsession,” conspiracy theories, creepy Hitler worship, and the promotion of ethnic genocide that tends to instinctively repulse people away from being open to the possibility of a more positive and empowering form of “national socialism.” It exposes them to an idea without activating their kook detector, thus bypassing an ideological force field of preconceived biases.
In the shower scene, one of the female cadets reveals that she joined the service because she wanted to have children, and it was “easier to get a license” if you’re a citizen. This is of course meant to shock us, like “how could a society be so cruel as to make someone need to obtain a license to have a baby?” That’s not the way I reacted though, and I don’t think I’m the only one. Given what we have seen in the last 50 years, does anyone really think that everyone should be allowed to have children? and that in a civilized society, the only criteria necessary to be a parent is the ability to hump a willing partner of the opposite sex? It seems to me the results of that reproductive indifference have been catastrophic. Now I’m not suggesting that we restrict breeding to some high IQ elite subset of the community or create some kind of master race, but is it too much to ask that someone be able to at least read and write at a third grade level? Or that they be screened for drug abuse and given a background check? In our present political system, even asking these types of questions is taboo, and actually suggesting and implementing practical solutions is downright unthinkable. “Warm body” democracy and the fear of electoral backlash from a largely illiterate and uninformed citizenry, has made our governments impotent at nearly every level. That’s one of the reasons people are turning away from democracy and giving other systems a second look.
Starship Troopers isn’t a great film. It’s an above average 90’s action adventure movie and a satirical perversion of Heinlein’s terrific novel. But hey, what can you expect from the director that made “Showgirls?”(even though I actually happen to like “Showgirls” in a weird, nostalgic way.) Yet in attempting to mock fascism, “Starship Troopers” somehow manages to create an advertisement for a society which is in many ways superior to our own. Everyone seems happy. Everyone has a role to play that suits them, and they all sacrifice for the common good while preserving some individual autonomy. Those who don’t wish to be citizens aren’t exterminated but are simply left to do their own thing. Colonel Carl summed up their worldview succinctly when he stated:
“You disapprove? Well too bad! We’re in this for the species, boys and girls.”
My thoughts exactly.
A realistic depiction of our own modern day America would be much more terrifying than anything portrayed in “Starship Troopers,”(with the possible exception of a bug alien invasion.)
According to the prevailing wisdom of the Cathedral and it’s politically correct “hivemind” allies, we’re nothing but ghosts. For those of us that are resisting “white genocide”(or whatever euphemism you wish to use to describe the systematic elimination of Caucasians and our culture from western countries, by means of forced assimilation and integration of people that didn’t ask for it, didn’t vote for it and don’t want it) the epitaph is all but written on our tombstones. Generally, rational people who believe the notion of a “white genocide” is absurd, are thinking in terms of people being marched off to death camps and dumped into mass graves, Pol Pot style, with creepy music playing in the background. But there is more than one way to destroy a population. It can be done by demoralization, through propaganda framed to make people ashamed of their ancestors’ achievements, mass immigration from vastly incompatible cultures, economic and government policies which favor breeding of certain groups, intimidating people out of neighborhoods through violent crimes. All of these things are currently being done to white people.
Not all of what is occuring is intentional, and some of it is just childlike naivete about human nature and a road to hell paved with good intentions. The result is the same though, whether you call it genocide, assisted mass-suicide or just a few hundred million dumb kids playing out in traffic at rush hour. It’s a massive reduction of people of European ancestry and the end of western civilization as we know it, slowly to be replaced by a hodgepodge of ethnicities from primitive and barbarous cultures. It’s the early stages of Heinlein’s classic, “Farnham’s Freehold” in the making. I ask you honestly, are the emasculated White man-servants in Heinlein’s novel that far from the ethnomasochist diversity officers we have today?
If one is to believe the current purveyors of ethnomasochism and “anti-whiteism” are concerned, our demise is inevitable, resistance is futile, and we are destined to be relegated to the dustbin of history in order to make way for a new and more noble, third world population. “We’ve had a good run! Just enjoy the time you have left and soak it all in!” seems to be the approach most establishment Whites of any stripe are wanting to take… just ride bikes, drink microwbrewed beer in Portland or Austin, reminisce about that time we put a man on the moon, take selfies while hiking, and try to gain social approval and higher white person status by appearing more apologetic for what our ancestors did to the Indians, Blacks, Japanese, Vietnamese, Nicaraguans, etc. In the consensus driven view of social justice warriors, our future history is as foregone a conclusion as Custer’s Last Stand and the massacre of his forces at Little Big Horn.
But what if it isn’t? What if we resist anyway and give Western Civilization the spirited defense it deserves? Maybe Kyle Reese was right in The Terminator when he said the future is not set. Perhaps our demographic demise is not inevitable, at least not everywhere. What if instead of listening to SJW losers and defeatists, we take the advice of Gretchen Ross in Donnie Darko and “go back in time and take all those hours of pain and darkness and replace them with something better”(which should be less difficult given that we don’t actually even have to time travel backwards at this stage in the culture war.)
One of my favorite episodes of The Twilight Zone was “The 7th Is Made Up Of Phantoms.” That reminds me, can we please go back in time and get better TV shows, starting in the late 90s? A relic of the “pre-PC” television era, the episode is the story of three National Guardsmen in the 1960’s doing training maneuvers with their tank in Montana near the site of the famous site of Custer’s Last Stand. Somehow they mysteriously get transported back in time to 1876 and decide to join in the Battle of Little Big Horn to try to alter the outcome in Custer’s favor and thus change history. They are ultimately unsuccessful, and all three are killed in the massacre.
Their present day captain, distraught by their disappearance, soon discovers their names on the wall of the Custer Battlefield National Monument. He mournfully remarks that it’s “too bad they couldn’t have brought the tank up. It would have helped.” One of the reasons I love this episode so much is that it celebrates our heritage without apology. There is not a shred of white guilt to be found in it except for the guilt they would feel if they decided not to take the chance and enter the battle.
Children today are taught that General Custer was a villain and the expansion in the west was a genocidal war against what can now only be referred to as “Native Americans.” A television show with the premise of three white soldiers traveling back in time and attempting to help Custer and the 7th Cavalry achieve victory against the Indians would never be allowed on network tv today. It would be a huge scandal and there would be boycotts, lots of apologizing, presidential lecturing and SJW hashtag activism galore.
Well fuck all that and the horse it rode in on.
What if we brought the tank to the battle?(metaphorically not like an actual tank.) If we utilize the advantages which largely have been historically unique to European people: science, technology, creativity, ingenuity, etc and combine them with our pioneering spirit, we may yet be able to alter the course of our future and preserve some semblance of our way of life. But first we have to wake people up to the real phenomenon of “white genocide,” or Western Civilization may become a ghost town .