Lamentations, I

Not everyone is meant to lead, and not everyone sees wisdom in participating in mass movements. Generally I sympathize with the broad aims of the Alt-Right, even if I sometimes cringe at certain aesthetic choices, lack of discipline, poor quality control and questionable leadership. I am naturally very skeptical that rebooting the United States as an explicitly White ethno-state will resolve the issue of quality among our people and the auto-cannibalistic nature of democracy and republicanism. That said, the United States America circa 1780 is vastly preferable to Brazil 2.0 circa 2040, and while most people aren't ready to do more than flirt with truly reactionary ideas, at least a great many of our people (particularly the young) are showing that they retain not just signs of life, but also good instincts.

My desire to participate in the brick and mortar of the Alt-Right has mellowed somewhat with the passing of a few years. Largely this is because I am older, more cautious, and in a relationship with a young woman who hears wedding bells and the cries of newborn babies in the not too distant future. Sometimes when I'm out in public a cute girl in a sundress will smile at me as I pass and I will remember what it was like to be free to chase and seduce and taste from the immaculate cup of female beauty in all of its glory. I'll think of Roissy, he or his doppelganger nudging me in the spirited way men encourage one another to take risks for the greatness and the glory. And tempting though it always is - it never grows any less so! - I decline the invitation. Sorry, you know as well as anyone that I relish the thrill of the hunt, but those days belong to yesterday. It is never, ever, that I am not tempted. If I never grew out of libertarianism, if I never stumbled across Northman's Neoreaction Aggregator, how different things would have been! I would have moved to the city by now, and perhaps I would have mitigated my natural disgust at the emptiness of a place so paradoxically crowded by eternally sipping from the cup of beauty and youth. Alas, Providence has strange designs that though I struggle to make explicit sense of, nonetheless compel me to don the hauberk and mail and take up the banner of a life spent in search of a redoubt of permanence in a growing sea of chaos and decay. The Crusade for Order, an immortal civilization steeped in glory and mystery, a losing battle that will none the less send my fiery soul to the doors of Valhalla when I've drawn my last breath.

I am not outrageously old yet - younger than most Neoreactionaries, but too old to pass on this last mission. It is time, my instincts tell me, and for the most part my instincts do not lie. In an age of unrestrained hedonism and few thoughts beyond tonight's party, I am unlikely to find a woman in the earliest of her twenties so eager to start a family. It is not, ever, that I don't want every beautiful woman that I ever see. What compels me to tap out is a theory of expected value: When the cost of failure is infinite, probabilities no longer matter. I am not so perfect that I can afford to live like a fratboy forever. A desperate call from an aging ex looking to for safe harbor against the raging storm of time is a sobering reminder. Sorry, you'll have to look elsewhere. Then the old arguments come back, tainted with the taste of some sour, sour grapes.

So many of us are lost before we even realize it. None of these people even know what a map looks like, let alone to look for one to see if they're heading in a safe direction. I can't save them. I've barely saved myself from the worst of my impulses. But I would, if I could I would save them all. I can't though. Not to be all sour grapes myself, but it's probably for the best. The garden of my people is wildly, wildly overgrown. I tack to the opposite of the Alt-Right when thinking of White birthrates. Quality is vastly preferable to quantity, and the practically nonexistent birthrate among White progressives is better news than most believe. We are living in a misbegotten age that is the direct result of a wild overbreeding program, and that the worst and weakest of our own kind have abandoned family formation will certainly be a boon for us in the generations yet to come. This is the natural consequence of our own hubris: naturam expelles furca, tamen usque recurret. The same sort of biologically induced peril will soon come to Africa (and probably Europe, should they never close their borders). Everything has a cost, especially things that cannot be monetized.

Quick Reactions I

You are a credit to your people is considered a slur by the sort of White people who most certainly aren't.

A healthy population, whether as expansive as an entire civilization or as atomic as the family, achieves greatness through accepting the quest for purpose, fueled by the drive for intangible abstractions based on the building blocks of esotericism - the good, the beautiful, the noble and the true - flavored as the case may be by the aesthetic peculiarities of culture, the expression of a nation's system of shared values.

People, mostly young White women of poor pedigree, bad health or lackluster personal character, recoil from you are a credit to your people because they project their ressentiment onto others, who in the abstract serve as a stand in - a mascot - for their own personal living nightmare. When they hear you are a credit to your people they are reminded that due to the paucity of their character and the dimness of their internal fire, they are the worst sort of people: the dregs at the bottom of a cup, the rot of a compost bin, maggots on necrotic flesh. You resent accolades of moral and spiritual virtue because you are not, and worse still you infect your mascots with your cancer, bringing them down the flattering path to ruin. Misery loves company. Their fate is tragic, but you will meet your end far from now all alone, forgotten and unmourned.

May God have mercy on your souls.

Gamergate

Historians one day will look back and is an overworked motif, but there's no reason to stop beating the dead horse now, comrade. I am hesitant to make predictions about specific political actions. Jim thinks he smells blood, and perusing Drudge does not assuage any feelings that we are sitting on a knife's edge once more.

Perhaps it is my relentless sense of optimism, or that I am riding an endorphin high from lifting, but I generally think that for all our criticism across the wild wild world of the dissident right, and believe me I have plenty, the Left is far more likely to cock this up than we are. Much less Trump. Certainly it sounds like handwaving when I dismiss the antics of the media or Antifa as echoes reverberating through a closed harmonic chamber, so let me dispense with the handwaving and offer you some insight from an unlikely place: Gamergate.

Gamergate isn't interesting because vidya, or because of ethics in journalism, or because of Zoe Quinn's cock-gargling antics. Gamergate is interesting because it gives us a very good look at the mechanics of the Leftist religion, which I will refer to by Moldbug's term ultracalvinism:

The "calvinist" half of this word refers to the historical chain of descent from John Calvin and his religious dictatorship in Geneva, passing through the English Puritans to the New England Unitarians, abolitionists and Transcendentalists, Progressives and Prohibitionists, super-protestants, hippies and secular theologians, and down to our own dear progressive multiculturalists.

The "ultra" half refers to my perception that, at least compared to other Christian sects, the beliefs of this faith are relatively aggressive and unusual."

Specifically, the ultracalvinist drive to proselytize and evangelize, behaviors directly rooted in their explicitly Christian philosophical ancestors, were the mechanism that caused the entire catastrophe we now call Gamergate. Gamergate was a plane crash that never quite hit the ground, and looking at it from the outside as a non-participant allows us to glean an interesting bit of insight about what exactly happened.

A great many people enjoy and believe in conspiracies for a whole host of reasons someone properly trained in the pseudo-science of psycho analysis could explain to you better than I. This is not something the Right is immune to, and you will often find people who, even if they don't explicitly say so, indicate through their rhetoric that they believe that our enemy approaches omnipotence, that he has all of the angles mapped properly and that little, if anything, is outside his control.

I sincerely doubt this.

The reason? Gamergate. Gamergate shows us the folly of the Left, that the Leftist religion is not so much an intelligent virus that is constantly testing your armor for gaps and cracks that present an opening. Rather, the Left is more like cancer, in that wherever it has room to spread, it will, and it does not think much, if at all, about the consequences of spreading - such as the potential to kill its host or the potential that the host will notice and have a surgeon remove the tumor.

This is evident because Gamergate was a horrendously bad strategy run by low quality people - even the sort of people high up in the UN - who did not realize what they were doing. The overall goal of the Left, if the Left even really has goals in the strictest sense of government, required the eternal sedation of White men who otherwise might see their dispossession coming and resist, perhaps through violence.

Video games were an excellent sedative for disenfranchised young White men, who found themselves pilloried at every turn by the a priori "you always lose" called postmodernism. The best bet the for the establishment would have been to simply leave the losers alone. Instead, Gamergate awakened a foe the establishment did not ever anticipate, and since then we've acquired a surprisingly effective, surprisingly sharp and surprisingly willing to learn dissident Right that has been nothing but a fearful thorn in the side of the powers that be.

Part of the problem with the narrative in the above paragraph is that I refer to the establishment as a thing rather than a collection of individuals with a limited amount of information on a range of topics, acting day to day as best they can to enrich themselves. Anita Sarkeesian is a good example of the sort of thinking that goes on in the head of an individual with a share of power in the current world order. Anita Sarkeesian is not a hypocrite per se with regards to her sob story about being a tough grrl gamer and facing abuse and blah blah blah. This is because Anita Sarkeesian is not actually ideologically a feminist. Sarkeesian, like Zoe Quinn and a whole host of other semi-famous dweebs, e-celebs and grifters, really only believe in their own individuality and the enrichment. Like democracy, a system of perverse incentives exist that compel individuals to pillage as much as they can before the eject or are ejected. Nothing matters to these people outside of the money and resources they can harvest from x y or z. Calling Anita Sarkeesian out for her lame interpretation of the already astonishingly stupid ideology of Feminism was pointless, because Feminism is just a temporary vehicle for Sarkeesian (and a great many other young social status climbers). When the vehicle runs out of gas, they will look elsewhere. Where too many heads are around one watering hole, a thirsty individual will look elsewhere. This search-locate-harvest-abandon cycle is what spurs the SJW tendency to worm their way into organizations and institutions. It's all about the resources. The increase in individuals looking for a cheap mealticket creates competition for scarce watering holes, and like the way Marx regarded the bourgeoisie, the eye of the SJW is always on the lookout for new opportunities to line their bank account. This is how you get wretched White women worming their way into the vidya industry.

The lesson you should ultimately take away from this is that there is no central processing unit directing every soldier to their exact, set task. Rather, a collection of individuals with often parallel interests constantly seeks new resources, creating a visually ossified mob that is none the less subject to the whims of popularity. Popularity changes, watering holes move or dry up.

What happens next?

Pondering the Why

And with the defenestration of James Damore, the great machine of progress continues its tireless work: Onward, comrades!

Far be it for me to ascribe this or that analysis to Google’s behavior and trajectory. I have little to say, no solutions to offer beyond letting Google eat itself. Let the little conservatives have their pearl clutching and fainting couches, I am a reactionary! Whatever that counts for anyways.

I’ve been re-reading Moldbug. Truth be told, there is much that I never read that I have covered since I started. Far be it for me to have ever said that I’ve read all of Moldbug – I certainly read more than Michael Enoch, whose contributions to his movement not withstanding none the less annoyed me with his habit of not reading a thing and then pontificating on the subject matter. Someday I’ll have some unsolicited advice for Mr. Enoch, but that day is not today and I somehow suspect he won’t read it. Anyways, working the old mental treadmill is good once in a while, and I enjoy Yarvin’s prose, not to mention his theories generally.

Being a dutiful reactionary and going through Unqualified Reservations had me thinking quite a bit today at work. Incidentally, this involves the unfortunate fate of Mr. Damore, but beyond his ignoble fate as a starting point, my train of thought quickly diverted elsewhere. That elsewhere, specifically, is the progressive obsession with racial diversity. Why specifically.

There are a million competing narratives on why White Leftists profess to loooove diversity. My least favorite is the standard talking point of the Alt-Right: That Jewish influence through media and universities promotes cultural degeneration among Whites that itself inculcates ethnic self-loathing, pathological altruism, miscegenation and a whole host of other evils. I used to buy in to this a little bit more than I do now, but increasingly I have found myself regarding the JQ with a bit of incredulity. I always have to stress this part, in large part because I do not want to suddenly realize that the neuroticism of the Alt-Right is as bad as their opposites (thus incidentally giving ammo to Sargon of Akkad’s horseshoe theory and his insufferable “above the fray” centrism). It is not that I have suddenly forgotten incidents of Jewish malfeasance. Let me run through this:

Where the Alt-Right is correct is pointing out not just the bad behavior of a whole host of coin clutching oven dodgers, but also the fact that merely pointing out bad behavior on the part of Jews is considered among the most offensive acts within modern, polite society. I use those last two words loosely. Where the Alt-Right is wrong is in how they order categories. What is the common denominator between people who espouse progressive views? That's a trick question. The lowest common denominator between progressives is the progressive worldview. For practical purposes, considering Moldbug's thesis on political ideology as the new religion (the various flavors of progressive idealism), there are almost no right-wing Jews in America. Let's take a count: Michael Savage, Steven Miller (who most certainly browses /pol/), Shylock Holmes and Curtis Yarvin makes... 3 and a half Jews. Roughly. I threw Michael Savage in their because I like the guy well enough and because he resisted the tendency of his ethnic brethren to go full retard #NeverTrump. It is to a degree understandable that members of the Alt-Right are so focused on Jews, but as I have said previously, this focus ultimately transforms into a sort of neuroticism along the lines of White Nationalism 1.0, which you should by now know failed spectacularly in all of it's goals.

But I'm not here to bitch about errors in a blossoming political movement. That comes later. Continuing down the long list of reasons that progressives fetishize diversity, allow me to contradict myself:

The Alt-Right's it's the Kikes! narrative isn't my least favorite. While I dislike the Alt-Right's narrative, I don't dislike it because they aren't telling the truth. Much of what the Alt-Right says about the who and the whom is on point, as far as I can tell, so my biggest beef with them is that the monomaniacal focus on the Jews inhibits them from fixing White people. But it should be stressed that factually most of them are not lying.

My actual least favorite narrative is that Progressives actually are deeply altruistic people with a keen sense of justice and that they actively and selflessly work to create a better world with little thought of any sort of reward. That's an elaborate and generous explanation for behavior like this:

Have you tried not being a cunt?

If only the instinct to signal holier than thou could be harnessed for something more productive than flagrant and garish displays of risk-free altruism. Like actual virtue. Of course the author of this cringe piece is a woman, and I am generally unimpressed by what goes on in a woman's head. Roissy's hamster wheel is not just an evocative piece of rhetorical flourish. Perhaps it was the constant squeaking of under-oiled wheels spinning on their axles that drove me insane during my undergraduate.

Anecdotally, I've noticed that the more wretched the White, the more likely they are to fall for the progressive meme. Or, as PA once said it, "Being the most feeble of our stock, SJWs rush after the the Left’s mirage of a shortcut to power." I've noticed this on the occasion that I run into people I knew from high school. Some of these people I've known since I was three or four. My hometown is not particularly large, and the Catholic School community is (was) particularly close nit. It is not surprising to me that the people who never really fit in, the fatties, the unpleasant or ugly girls, or the guys who always sat on the periphery of the jocks are all SJWs now. There is also the bleed over from the formerly attractive who (usually through the fattening effect of copious amounts of alcohol) also convert to Progressive Idealism because running a caloric deficit is hard. Fortunately, most of the hot girls from high school are still hot. The effect I just described should be called Ashley Judd Syndrome. I'm willing to bet that as insufferably stupid as she is today, a younger Jessica Valenti was cute and apolitical. Intelligence, incidentally, is something I only use as a selection filter for my male friends. I don't need you to be smart, sweetheart, just stay in shape. Someone somewhere, perhaps on Social Matter, made the case that Egypt and the rest of the Arab World slipped from the relaxed progressivism of the 60s into the hard-line Islamist countries they are today in part because the formerly young girls of the 60s resented the attention younger and more attractive girls were getting after they past their prime. Interesting if true, as this self-destruction mechanism could plausibly be linked to the anti-family mentality modern feminists are attempting to inculcate on young college students. Regrettably I am currently without a link. When I find it I'll put it in, for your reading pleasure.

The point of the matter is that the self-evident wretchedness of White millennial progressives has compelled me to forgo the classic conservative failure of responding to ridiculous arguments and bullshit talking points like micro-aggressions, x y and z privilege and the perennially scientific mansplaining, in favor of this basic conversation ender: What are you getting out of this? The obvious truth, the truth no one dares take to its logical conclusion, is that White millennial progressives only believe what they believe because it allows them to harvest social signals with which they build their reputation. Some things, like taste in music, are ephemeral. It should not surprise anyone that bands fall in and out of favor, partially due to the whims of the masses and of course in large part due to the quality of the content produced. While there are seemingly eternal exceptions such as the Beatles (you have terrible taste), music comes and goes. Remember when people liked Skrillex? Because I do, and get right the fuck out of my face with your I never liked Skrillex shit. Of course you did, you're a wretched White millennial and the odds are overwhelmingly in favor of you being a dipshit with plebeian taste.

Somethings, however, are less ephemeral, by which I mean change in direction is rather slow in the coming, but should the great ship of public opinion ever tack in the opposite direction, that change will happen so fast that it will seem like it happened all at once. The sort of wretched Whites that are invested in the religion of Progressive Idealism are not invested because they are good people. They are millennials! And millennials are not to be trusted without proper verification, because millennials are so shitty that they actually beat Boomers on the scale of low quality. It is true that Boomers are god-awful, and as an Alt-Right peer I know IRL recently put it, the day of the pillow cannot come soon enough. But like removing the malfeasance and misbehavior of Jews, removing Boomers will still leave a horde of low quality Whites to contend with. The Boomers are fading as natural death and, increasingly, direct and indirect suicide finally silences their whining. (Direct suicide is a gunshot wound to the head, an indirect suicide is alcoholism.) Likewise, the malfeasance of Jews in America will disappear with the obliteration of non-Orthodox Jews through their susceptibility to the same dysgenic trends that is consuming American Leftists. The chief difference therein is that there are a lot more White Leftists than Jews in America, so hunkering down and attempting to wait out the demographic destruction of White Leftists will take quite a bit more time.

The reason, as I stated, that particularly wretched White millennials cling to the religion of Progressive Idealism is that there is a sort of return on their investment. But what if the investment stops paying dividends? I asked this question recently and I'm still leaving it to your imagination. My suspicion is that the rabid ferocity with which these wretched Whites defend the bastions of Progressive Idealism will eventually make way for the rabid defense of something altogether quite different. Yes, I am indeed implying that rabid, wretched White millennials will eventually begin moving towards the Alt-Right. No really, I'm dead serious.

We're here to make everything Alt-Right. Whiter than the Whitest White, times infinity.

I will freely admit that I could be wrong. I've mentioned this offhand to some Alt-Right goys I know IRL, and most of them laugh and dismiss it. The suicidal impulse that we see in White progressives we naturally take to it's logical conclusion. They will throw themselves off cliffs! They will hang themselves, just to prove their virtue! Bullshit. An animal, cornered, will fight in it's own way. My girlfriend used to own a rabbit, a crotchety little fucker that I'm not particularly disappointed died a few months into me dating her. Unlike the handful of pet buns I've met in the flesh, this little cunt was mean, didn't like anyone, and would attempt to scratch you with his paws when you tried to pet him. Even a domesticated rabbit, if he's in the mood, will defend himself. Thankfully he's dead and the bun she got as a replacement is much nicer.

Letting the Left eat themselves is funny, but fails as a narrative when you consider why people virtue signal. This is surprising coming from Alt-Right people I know, who aren't just particularly aware of the concept of virtue signalling. People from TRS popularized the idea of virtue signalling, which makes it a little disappointing that the result is widely understood while the mechanism behind it is not. So I'll reiterate: White Leftists virtue signal because they get something out of it, namely the signals required to build a reputation. White Leftists resist White ethnic self-interest because it is antithetical to their current reputation. Eventually, however, given current trends and the treatment (abuse, really) White "allies" have been receiving lately, the dividends may not outweigh the overall costs, and the little rent seekers will start moving elsewhere. Remember to look where the profit is when you want to explain most human behavior.

I'm going to go into slightly more detail here, and perhaps this will clear up why I insist that there is legitimate reason to believe that the SJWs will one day convert. Imagine you've invested a considerable amount of money in a company. Being a good investor, you keep a fairly disciplined eye on the market day to day and are quite happy at the end of every day to see that your investment has grown considerably since you first traded your hard earned fraudulent Federal Reserve notes for stocks. Suppose now that one day your investment starts losing value. Have you ever considered at what point you're going to jump ship? I bet not. When your investment loses value there are a whole host of considerations that you're going to need to work off in order to figure out what move is best. An extremely successful investor that I have known for a long time once told me that your best bet is probably to hunker down, accept a short term and temporary loss, and look forward to when the market will inevitably bounce back. Sound advice, yes? The select few people who didn't panic during the 2008 financial meltdown made out like bandits, which brings me to the round about point I was trying to get to with the investment metaphor: In a downturn, most people panic and try to sell their assets to retain that hard earned value they passively sat on over days and weeks and months and years. And so the panic spirals and value is lost and a great many people end up selling their assets for pennies on the dollar and a handful of smart people who aren't totally ruled by the herd make more money than God.

That right there? That's literally reputation and signals. That is how public opinion changes. It's the same damn mechanism. As a side note, I used to wonder why Curt Doolittle translates his historical and social arguments into economic terms. I do not wonder anymore.

The question is what will cause the herd to panic into the next great thing? I'm fairly certain that I know what the next great thing will be, since we essentially live in a binary political system with a few subsets of flavors for each over-category. What I don't know is the when and the specific why.

Observations at a Wal-Mart

It's hard not to get angry. I went to Wal-Mart the other day. If ever there was a sentence that packs all the frustration, anger, fear and crushing soullessness of Globalism into a handful of words, it's "I went to Wal-Mart".

Wal-Mart is a crazy place. The lighting is designed in such a way that you are supposed to forget the passage of time. There is no outside reference, absent the front doors, by which you would naturally be able to tell what time of day it is. Supposedly, this is one of Wal-Mart's devious psychological hacks they employ to get you to spend more time shopping. I've also been told displays are moved around randomly to get the same effect, but I grudgingly concede that I've only been told such a thing. The things I just listed about Wal-Mart are the sort of things, heresay really, that gets tossed around a Sociology 101 classroom by matriculated idiots who will still be idiots whether they graduate or fail out.

What's really creepy about Wal-Mart is the people. In the right spot, Wal-Mart is just another department store. The Wal-Mart I frequent most often is far, far out in the boonies, too far out for non-Heritage Americans. As such, this Wal-Mart (and all other out-in-the-country Wal-Marts I have ever visited) is naturally influenced by the people in the same way that a nation does not make a people, but rather the people make a nation. Out in the sticks, Wal-Mart is quiet and orderly and the people are nice enough for being employed by a soul crushing corporation. I usually stop by on the way out to the farm that I plink at to pick up paper targets and a box of 9mm for the landowner as a tip.

I happened to go to a suburban Wal-Mart the other day. The only other time I have ever done this was late at night, when no one was around. In the light of day the difference is... staggering. The particular suburb where this Wal-Mart is located has a large Asian population, and because I am friends with a number of Filipinos from this suburb I tend to forget that "Asian", according to the sort of people who do demographics, includes Arabs and Persians. I am, of course, annoyed by visual reminders that our bourgeois globalist overlords favor dollars over national health, but there is a certain sadness that goes beyond "my people are under threat".

The burkas, of course, are an affront to my people and my culture - they do not belong here and need to go back. Worse, though, are the "Westernized". An older Persian couple (they weren't ugly enough to be fully Arab) passed by with a screaming child. A child throwing a tantrum is the sort of audible annoyance that immediately calls your attention. Maybe its the parenting instinct. But what kept my eye on the couple wasn't their wailing offspring. As far as I could tell, they were handling the screaming toddler as best as I've ever been told you can, by letting him tucker himself out. There was something off about the way they held themselves, their dress and affectations. They didn't quite fit in and I can't put my finger on it but it wasn't necessarily their skin color. The woman's jewelry was garish and her garments slightly clashed, and the man looked like the Persian version of "dad-core". They were "Westernized" and materially minded, status oriented, probably second generation immigrants. If you talked to them I'd be willing to wager that they were embarrassed by their primitive and backwards countrymen, in the same way that the handful of wealthy, suburban Negros I have met detest their feral, ghetto-spawned brethren for "being a bunch of niggers" [actual quote]. I doubt they attended Mosque with any sort of frequency. I've seen these sort of people before, the "lapsed Catholic" version of Muslims. At one point in time I was friends with a young man slightly younger than me who looked and behaved the part, but I cut off contact as his frantic desire to "fit in" with high-status, degenerate White society inculcated poor life choices. I am not particularly forgiving with my White friends who still use drugs, but knowing that many of the craziest Muslims had, at one point, lived the alcohol and drug fueled degenerate lifestyle before radicalizing, I thought it best to eject before this young man, uh, spontaneously exploded.

The thing about globalism isn't just that what is mine is under siege. I am, of course, particularly sensitive to things that concern me in particular, but the same insatiable appetite will, if given enough time, reduce all people to an indistinguishable mass of wallets. Some people say this is what the globalist explicitly want. Some people say this is just late stage capitalism, an incidental and accidental result of run-away prosperity. Whatever the case, the trade of tradition and purpose for deracination and material comforts must be tackled capably by the capable.

Most people do not live meta-ideological lives. Most people reside in the plains between the peaks, so to speak, and are motivated by immediate, material benefits. You can hardly blame the Indians, Persians, Arabs, Africans etc. for wanting to escape the abject poverty of their homelands. Blame, such that it can be reasonably attributed, probably falls the most on us. Not for creating the conditions of poverty within x y or z homeland. "Colonialism" is the Left-wing hand-waving equivalent of the Young Earth Creationist "because the Bible says". The poverty of a particular nation - or the lack thereof - is entirely controlled by the aggregate quality of a particular people. African societies are particularly bottom heavy, therefore it is no surprise that Africa is a perpetual hellhole. Extending an invitation for Africans, Arabs, Persians, Indians etc. to depart their failing states for our prosperous shores is unspeakably evil without even considering that the only reason a certain subset of White people do it just so they can play out the classic "fuck you, dad" on a societal level.

Particularly unintelligent societies are the sort of societies that can least afford to lose the handful of high IQ individuals they occasionally spawn. Believe it or not, there are some Africans with IQs above 120, but depriving their countrymen of the fruits of their intelligence is evil vis-a-vis scarcity, and becomes akin to genocide when you understand that the smartest minorities in the U.S. are ushered into the university system, which encourages miscegenation and degeneracy, and discourages family formation. Progressive immigration policies, taken to it's furthest conclusion, will result in the total obliteration of high-IQ genes in populations that desperately need internal leadership. Africa's coming population boom is a cold and brutal warning of the hell our "good intentions" have spawned through our idolatrous worship of Equality.

This particular fuck-up is one, only one, of the catastrophic mistakes our current elite have made over the past, oh, two hundred or so years, give or take. Certainly within the past sixty years the incompetency (or intended malevolence) has increased exponentially. What this means is that there is room for a new elite. Given the wild reaction the powers that be have had to the relatively small dissident right movement, I'd wager that the elite are particularly aware that they may be dethroned. You might even call them paranoid, given the massive "no platform" entrenchment around most major institutions and corporations. Would be elites, such as the Alt-Right (if they ever get around to realizing what their goals are supposed to be), would do well to catalog the failures of the current elite, make accurate predictions of future failures, and offer convincing solutions to the problems that the elite continue to spawn.

And try not to bitch about the kikes too much when you get around to it.

Worst Elites Ever, an addendum

What is particularly curious about the White Liberal elites is how eager they are to be supplanted by their own mercenaries. Or, perhaps, how oblivious they seem to be. When minorities command that Whites be silent in their presence, what does the White Leftist think they mean? Everyone but you? That's a rhetorical question.

So White Leftists are under siege from both sides: On one hand, minorities that resent their status as mercenaries have begun making serious grabs at power, status and resources, and on the other hand White implicit and explicit ethno-nationalists have rallied around the Trump insurrection. The minorities, despite their rapidly depleting ranks of high-competence, high-IQ individuals through the dysgenic crucible of the university system, are given a free boost through White Leftists worship of all things not White. So far as I can tell, the impediments holding the Alt-Right back are these:

1. Neuroticism about the Jews masking an effective strategy at fracturing the coalition of the ascendant. Remove the White Leftist glue and the coalition fractures. Divide and conquer.

2. Failure to see themselves as an ascendant elite. The Alt-Right must not see themselves as the heralds of a better order, they must effectively sell themselves as the best order.

Both of these points are worth posts in and of themselves, and will be revisited in short order.