Feedback Loop

Everybody signals. Many signals are small, unconscious, or at least unintentional. For example, I speak unaccented English, which should signal to you that I am from somewhere in the Midwest. I don't mean to speak the way I do, it is simply a byproduct of my upbringing. I used to wear band shirts and ripped jeans and uneven haircuts because I was a drummer in a crappy punk band in high school, and I specifically and intentionally wanted everyone to know what clique I belonged to. One signal was unintentional, one signal clearly was not. One I have to this day, one I have long since abandoned.

Everybody signals.

There isn't anything wrong with signals. Signalling is part of communication, it's how we build and maintain our reputation. Reputations help us socialize. Without signals, and therefore without reputation, there would be no interaction beyond a perpetual series of introductions that would fade into meaninglessness once proximity was lost to time and space.

Sometimes people rail against signalling and it sounds to me a lot like the postmodern tears shed over hierarchy. By that I mean that it is pointless and ineffectual and, frankly, stupid to rail against a permanent and ubiquitous phenomenon that is directly caused by the human aspect of being human. You'll never end signalling any more than fat feminists will ever really end hierarchy.

The postmodernists want to obliterate hierarchical arrangement for one of two reasons: either they are personally dissatisfied with their own rank and wish to cheat around the lie of equality by bringing everyone down to a level below where they currently stand, thus allowing them to leapfrog over their natural superiors - or - they are in such an excruciating state of perpetual mental distress (as VoxDay has claimed on several occasions) that they wish for the sweet embrace of nothingness. Reducing the distinctions between unique points interspersed throughout the universe is the same as reducing everything to nothing. The total erasure of time and meaning in a singularity. They long for the release they instinctually believe oblivion offers but are too cowardly to kill themselves. So far anyways - some have claimed that a great millennial die-off is coming. We shall see. Perhaps thots with no marriage prospects will start throwing themselves of tall buildings en masse, but that time has not yet come - if it ever will.

Sometimes postmodernists rail against hierarchy for both reasons at the same time. Never mind that this doesn't make sense, it doesn't have to if you understand that you should not be approaching this sort of thing in a linear, premise premise conclusion format. They certainly aren't.

Slightly downstream from the postmodern camp is the conventional urbanite cohort. Not quite wayward enough to mutilate themselves or dye their hair garishly, but in enough of a state of dis-ease that they will enthusiastically signal their academic credentials. Most frequently this is done by disparaging Donald Trump, as if their collective groan were somehow enough to undo the dawn of the Trumpenreich.

As if.

That part is important in understanding. Kant placed a premium on intentions. The intention of your friend signalling on Facebook is not to bring down Trump through his words and frantic gesticulations against the God Emperor. He may wish it so, but his intention is internal, and yet paradoxically solipsistic. It is paradoxically solipsistic because while his intention is to gratify himself through likes and pats-on-the-back from other thralls of the zeitgeist, he is ironically dependent on positive reactions from things outside of himself. Others. While he may have succumbed to solipsism, the superlative form of selfishness, gratification and relief must come from outside of himself.

You may say something to the effect of this dumb idiot cannot be fucked to pick himself up by his own bootstraps and you wouldn't exactly be wrong. You just wouldn't be telling either of us something we don't already know.

Keeping with that noble tradition, I too am about to tell you something we both already know, but that to my knowledge has not been fleshed out in exact terms.

The tendency of the millennial urbanite cohort to virtue signal is directly caused by the atomizing effect of city life. Cities are no longer centers of economic activity. Cities are high school 3.0 to the high school 2.0 of college. Lonely and emotionally stunted, this last, worst generation is lured to the city for economic reasons and the promise of frequent socialization. While for some the economic prospects do bear the fruits promised, for almost no one does frequent socialization result in genuine, permanent connections. Cheap, alcohol fueled sex and access to euphoria inducing hard drugs reduces inhibitions and long term planning in exchange for immediate gratification. Unfortunately when the high diminishes the user is left with two choices: hangover or redose? When the money runs out and the hangover sets in the loneliness that never really left comes back into view. Hence the pervasiveness of antidepressants and other prescription mood stabilizing drugs. What is remarkable is how nonchalant many people are in this regard. Everyone is medicated and yet no one takes a whole lot of time to stop and marvel at the implications. When you point out the profound and ubiquitous level of unhappiness the immediate answer has to do with some material or monetary want or dissatisfaction. Jobs, free schooling, higher pay. They screech about installing total communism and people who already failed to allow them to sink or swim chide them sheepishly about communism being impossible or killing one hundred million people in less than a century or a million other tired conservative cliches that mean nothing and solve nothing a do nothing because conservatives are tired and useless and cowardly and cretinous. The signalarity operates well inside conservatives' ooda loop, and the bait of virtuous materialism propels their wayward offspring to screech ever more. Each outburst is a feeble attempt at connection, the longing for the lost pats on the head mummy and daddy never ceased, even for a moment, to lavish upon their children lest they hinder their development.

Pure irony.

The rub of the whole stupid affair is that it isn't about installing full communism over the current late-stage capitalism OS. It's about the socialization points - signals - the speaker acquires for saying this, or that, or fuck Drumpf, or whatever. What is said is meaningless. What it results in means everything to a generation that is addicted to the social affirmation feedback loop.

There is a glaring weakness in this system of demented feedback loops hinted at in a (misattributed) G.K. Chesterton quote I've seen bandied about quite a bit recently:

When people stop believing in God they do not simply believe in nothing; they become capable of believing anything.

Something capable of out-turning trickle-down postmodernism in a dogfight is capable of taking the cultural reins and either bringing this insane spiral down to the ground in one piece, or, as they say, crashing this plane with no survivors.

Lamentations II: AKTCHUALLY

Some time after I began dating my girlfriend I began quietly divorcing myself from a number of friendships.

People come and people go, but unlike the connections that fade with time but otherwise remain pleasant memories, the people of whom I now think and write about have their memory forever tainted by the impetus for their ejection from my social life: They revealed themselves as zealous devotees of the progressive religion. In my professional and familial circles, and in the circle of those loose associates around which individual faces orbit more familiar ones, I am generally forgiving of theological, political, or philosophical diversity. I even maintain a small, but - as I consider it - elite cohort of friends who are decidedly leftist, yet unaffected by the bizarre, social iteration of rabies that is so ubiquitous among my generation. They remind me of a spaceship that uses a black hole's gravity well to perform a slingshot maneuver, as opposed to disappearing into the event horizon. These people, rare though they may be, are the sort of precious social connection you should hunt for, and in the finding, jealously guard a treasure that will serve as an excellent counterbalance to your own eccentricity: the human whetstone, the perfect foil.

Strange though it may seem for a reactionary to pause mid-thought to give praise to his opposite, I do it in juxtaposition of conventional Millennial ultracalvinism. I have become more and more reticent to refer to the political and philosophical proclivities of the passing era by their traditional markers. Perhaps it is simply an exercise in mindfulness as I remember friends who would traditionally be labeled "de la gauche", but are nonetheless the sort of men I would include in my roster were I tasked with the construction of a working model of civilization. But less on the personal side, eschewing the traditional labels of right and left, conservative and progressive, and even some popular colloquialisms like cultural Marxism, makes sense to me because most of these no longer make any taxonomic sense whatsoever. Some of them never made any sense at all. The nationalist vs. globalist divide makes much, much more sense, but even still I find that less precise than I would like. Moldbug is a far greater thinker than I, and so I bow to his ultracalvinism in deference to his rank above me. Furthermore, ultracalvinism is a good 'stealth' descriptor - the sort of word that can phase through social deflector shields long enough to make a fair point that an otherwise sensible person can actually grapple with, as opposed to rejecting out of hand because heresy. I dislike 'cultural Marxism' because it has the opposite effect. I found another excellent term at the Orthosphere blog the other day. Romantic rationalism. If you stare at it long enough, you may just see the shape of a stiletto wedged through some ribs.

But that's less here than there and I've gone all tangential. The reason my girlfriend is important to this essay is because it was through my girlfriend that I became intimately acquainted with provincial American culture. I admit that I am a suburbanite by birth. My parent's choice of home location was certainly a boon in my formative years, as my childhood was beyond happy, but in the suburbs you're always living on the outside of a city while looking forever in. Everything past you really is flyover country. It wasn't that I consciously harbored any ill will to the people beyond the corn field border, I just never thought of them much, and if I ever did - and I know I did - hear of scorn for hicks and hillbillies and rednecks and the like, I didn't think much of it. I knew zero of them, whatever your word for White ruralites may be.

That changed when I found my girlfriend. My introduction to her "hick-ish" family, to use her own words, was illuminating. And despite the cultural gravity well in my immediate vicinity begging me to throw myself in for the cheap social gains (and easy, albeit B or C grade, women), it was in the corn strewn wasteland beyond my hometown that I finally, finally learned to hate. And it wasn't them that I learned to hate. Getting to know the extremely large circle of small town people intimately bound through blood and friendship that eventually begot the woman I love was both beautiful beyond words and sad beyond reckoning. I have never felt such sympathy, and I owe that in no small part to the quality of the people I met, who, despite their material poverty, were endowed spiritually, communally, and otherwise beyond measure. Where the people I met are not what you would call 'educated' - whatever that means nowadays - they make up for it in handiness, craftsmanship, and earthiness. While I have fished for nearly a quarter century, I hadn't picked up a bow or a gun since - I shit you not - Jesus camp.

(My parents, being naive Catholics, sent me, also a naive Catholic, to an Evangelical summer camp. It didn't end well, but that's a story that was only interesting when I was an angry atheist.)

After a short period of the customary sizing-up of a foreign male romantically interested in his daughter, my girlfriend's dad took me under his wing and taught me everything he knew about firearms and bowhunting. He lent me his old bow, somewhat oversized since he is quite tall. Under his tutelage, I took my first deer this year. I am forever grateful to him for that, as I had no one to show me the ins and outs of the ancient art. Someday I will pass that knowledge on to my sons. And while people come in all sorts of flavors, the overall earthiness and communal orientation of the ruralites I encountered puts the spray-tanned, Escalade-driving soccer mom culture of suburbia to shame. I passed out candy maybe once ever 20 minutes this year at Halloween. My girlfriend's parents step out on their door at 4pm and don't step back inside until the procession of kids in costumes ends. And when you go out there, you see the telltale signs of the communal values so many people on the Dissident Right lament the lack of in more populated areas. Everyone knows their neighbors. Families still have large, extended gatherings. Pregnant women are abundant. Etc.

But don't take this uptalk for the idealized vision of a utopian fool. There is a tremendous amount of sadness out there. There's a lot of rust, a lot of poverty, a lot of alcoholism and drug addiction. I had a strange, chance encounter with a young friend of my girlfriend's sister who offhandedly made a comment about her stepfather who used to beat her regularly before her mom dumped him, and was somewhat taken aback by the nonchalant attitude. It wasn't what you would call justification, but it was a sort of shrug at a commonality. The jobs are dwindling, and the town my girlfriend comes from is getting by better than most thanks to a few remaining factories, but for years everyone's been on edge about who will close shop for the penny wages of East Asia next. When I talk to people about their lives out in the sticks, I get a lot of pessimism:

How long have you lived here?

My whole life.

Yeah? Do you like it?

Hell naw, man. It sucks out here.

Why don't you leave?

Everyone I know lives out here. We've always been out here. 

And there, right there, is where you get the gold shining behind layers of shuttered factories and rust. People I know from the suburbs pay lip service to not wanting to leave family and friends behind, but given the opportunity to go elsewhere, they cross country on the next flight out. People from where I've been spending my free time know there's better somewhere, and they won't go. That's some blood and soil shit right there, even if they don't know it's blood and soil, nor do they articulate it as you or I might. They just do, and their stoic resignation to their grim fate as the grand losers of globalism reminds me of that Oswald Spengler quote about the Roman soldier who died at his post in Pompeii.

And that's where the hate really sets in. You go out there and you see what I saw, and suddenly the vitriol piled on Heritage America from the coasts becomes intolerable. At first it was annoying, but then you see the rust and the closed factories and hear about the occasional suicide and your blood just boils. Moldbug once made a passing comment about how despite his decidedly brahmin upbringing, he found himself utterly horrified by the sheer and unjustified hate spewed forth from the coasts against middle Americans. I remember reading that when I first encountered UR, and like my previous disposition about the relationship between the city and the country, it went over my head. Now? Every encounter I have with an urbanite is likely to produce some frivolous yet vicious banality, a conversational trope used to juxtapose the backwards, awful, evil faceless hinterlander against the virtuous, enlightened, beneficent urbanite speaking to you.

You know, the sort of people who hate black people and vote against their economic interests.

There was a time where when I'd hear that sort of thing my eyes would roll into the back of my head and I'd sigh and silently here we go AGAIN to myself. I hear that now and I flash back to the first Christmas after I started dating my girlfriend. We'd been together for barely two months and these total strangers took me into their house, belatedly bought me inexpensive but utilitarian gifts, and lavished me with food and company and the sort of cheer you'd think they'd save for an old friend long thought lost who stumbled through the door. I remember her dad explaining to me, in his particular fashion, how to set up the sights on his old compound bow, where to aim. I remember the farmer who not only let us pass through his land but helped us search while we were tracking a wounded buck. I remembered the small but charming interactions I'd have with strangers in a small town. And I remembered every lamentation from some broke, broken middle aged schlub or old timer as they recalled the respectable prosperity lost to the maelstrom of globalism, and the people alcoholism floated down the drain.

Every time I stumble into one of those AKTCHUALLY conversations with some nu-male soyboy, I am reminded of my own peculiar 'wait a minute' moment. Life is a series of lights going off in your head across the perils of time and entropy, and like Moldbug's comment on his upbringing, this light had a herald some time prior but didn't make sense until I got my hands dirtied myself.

The Dissident Right, by virtue being unconstrained by conventional, suppressive morality, has produced a patchwork quilt of  explanatory narratives that seek to unravel the mystery of the decline of the West. Some of these are excellent - Anonymous Conservative's r/K selection and Moldbug's formalism for instance. Some are less so - the abyss-staring neuroticism of much of the Alt-Right no longer seems quite as edgy and funny to me as it did previously, as I see no resolution to any of our problems coming from that quarter.

That said, for good or ill I sometimes wonder if we're overthinking much of AKTCHUALLY culture. While what I read from the broad Dissident Right is vastly, vastly superior in quality over basic conservative, libertarian and progressive writers, I suspect that the petty motivations and virtue signalling and desperate desire for social affirmation make up 100% of the fuel that drives 99.9% of wastrel progressives. Sometimes I think we see forests and not trees, or the reverse, or however you want to frame it.

I constantly wonder what it is I am missing - I'm always missing something, somewhere.

And ironically, that is what drives me nuts about most people.

They don't.

A Very Small, Cautiously Distributed White Pill

From Thermidor Mag: A sobering but honest assessment of the organization of the Left and the Right, today.

If I were to give you a tl;dr of an essay I would otherwise strongly encourage the broad Dissident Right to read in full, it would be this: We have reached peak Kali Yuga, because the Right, which traditionally represents order, is wildly out-ordered by the Left, which traditionally represents chaos. Indeed, the sorry state of the Right across the West is something of a curiosity in the esoteric and the exoteric. How did things get so bad? Historians may some day write a book worth reading, but that day is not today and so we press on.

I do my best thinking at work, which is unfortunate because the nature of my trade does not spare me a lot of time to jot down thoughts. Business is busy, and something always requires my attention. In some respects this is fortunate, as I have never felt that what I do is corporate make-work. Perhaps this is because I am in a white collar position that deals with blue collar workers everyday - although this is a bit of an amusing stretch because my office dress code is casual and I wear a flannel and jeans every day. My entire working career up until I graduated, I was blue collar. Mostly labor, although I had a couple of neat specialist type jobs (calibration and quality assurance) while I worked my way through college. I can tell you definitively, beyond any shadow of a doubt, that the moment I stopped being a suburbanite miscreant and started to actually become something good was the moment I was forced to do hard labor for a paycheck. I had my "I'm not going to die this way" moment in a meat packing plant, after a coworker was grievously injured. I'll spare you the details, but while this man survived, he was missing a rather large chunk of his body. Large enough that I submitted my two weeks notice, moved home and enrolled at my local community college.

It sucked.

I was halfway to my Associate's when all my high school friends that went to college graduated. Most of them moved into the city (where most of them still reside), and a handful got married and started families. As far as metrics and measurements go, I was barely beyond square one. And it sucked. Oh it sucked. Community college, at least where I was, is a cheerless endeavor. Most of the students I encountered were the sort of late-teens/early-twenties kids who really just wanted to smoke pot and play guitar in mom's basement, but the 'rents forced them to make something of themselves. Maaannnn. Then there were the immigrants, who were usually earnest but either dumb, or spoke very poor English, so communication was... challenging. And lastly, about one student per class was a late thirties or forties something who belatedly was trying for a career change, or to improve themselves, or whatever. Those people, the middle aged American students, were like fucking gold, because when group projects were assigned they would always do their work. I sought those people out for every group project I possibly could, not because I am lazy (I'm not), but because I was tired of pulling weight for the potheads. And I would pull that weight, because at the end of the day that project had to be done and there are a lot of teachers that don't care if the pothead didn't do x y or z assigned task. It had to be done, so I would make sure that I had backup in case someone "forgot", or whatever.

Like I said, it sucked. And the entire time I'm working mediocre wage jobs - thankfully I haven't made minimum wage since high school, an anecdotal shiv between the ribs of the do gooders who ceaselessly remind us that minimum wage sucks and it's not enough and it's unjust and you should feel bad so abloo bloo bloo. And on top of that I would routinely go into the city to visit my friends who all had (seemingly) a lot of money and were living fast and large while I was at home plugging away at... community college. I was constantly reminded of what I fretted away by being an unserious student during college try one. The friendships strained, relationships gone, opportunities that never materialized.

And then I graduated from community college. Well, I never "graduated" like cap and gown. I finished my last test, handed it to the teacher with the smug assurance that it was mathematically impossible for me to fail the course given my average prior to the final, got in my car and I had the strangest sense of elation. I passed from one end of campus to the other on my way back to my house and I realized that I would never look at that community college as a student ever again. It was over.

Now the story doesn't end there because I went on to a state university, but that is a whole different struggle session - figuratively and otherwise. I didn't feel the same elation when I graduated because I had routine encounters with SJWs and I suddenly understood exactly how bad things were. I also learned to hate, and have nursed serious fantasies of ovening the Left, so with graduation came not elation, but relief that I would never see those wretched people ever again. And in any event it's immaterial relative to the Thermidor link.

But this is:

I thought a lot about being at square one, the paucity of the Right's organization, and where I was relative to where I ended up. I don't have any organizational advice off the top of my head, sans perhaps a cautious word against descending into the feral rage that peering too deep down the anti, sorry, counter-Semitic abyss seems to bring upon gazers. That advice has not been particularly well received when I have offered it to peers irl, so ignore it if you can't help but huff and puff about coin clutching civilizational saboteurs.

There are actually two takeaways I offer to you.

First, is the Dissident Right's status as having "no institutional base of operations to call its own, no patrons, no money, few friends, and many enemies", is as much of a boon as it is a disadvantage. I need not reiterate exactly how bad that is because I put the Thermidor link at the top of the page. But in a way it's good because it gives us the opportunity to build. "One pathology of our age is a childlike credulity in the magical efficacy of complaint. Don't complain, build." Having nothing while setting out to do a great thing (saving our civilization is no idle task, as you may have noticed) gives us an opportunity similar to finding a virgin, unspoiled, unclaimed continent teeming with space and biomass and mineral resources. We owe no debt to anyone, and we eat whatever we kill. Its ours, the pathway to salvation rests solely in our hands. No one is coming, the boomers are useless, and previous generations that actually had the balls to fight are long since dead. That's a tremendous amount of pressure, but with that comes a tremendous opportunity for glory. And in the vacuum left by the New Old Right we can build unimpeded if we have the vision, the cunning and the drive.

I dream of an immortal civilization, and the stars.

Second, there is a boon in that the Left is finally consuming itself in earnest. Where exactly the outpouring of sexual harassment accusations among prominent Leftists come from is a story for another day. What is important is that the long predicted fractures are finally bursting, and the Left can no longer suppress its desire to consume itself. It was inevitable. One of the great, inadvertent gifts the Left bequeathed upon us was driving sane and healthy white men away. This doesn't just help us separate the wheat from the chaff, it may also be that non-White Leftists no longer regard White men as threatening, and therefore have focused their attentions on other fronts, knowing that threat numero uno has been subdued... soydued. Sorry. But having noticed that White Prog men are overwhelmingly pajama boy knock offs, I can't help but suspect that Blacks and Mexicans, who are largely only exposed to White men who are pajama boy knock offs vis-a-vis the White urbanite cohort, regard White men as the sort of literal progressive equivalent of Satan. And I don't mean as how we conceive of the progressive religion as a warped version of Calvin's heresy. I mean that White men are slowly, but surely, in the minds of minorities being converted into a sort of omnipresent but immaterial satan to be invoked for bad things but never really materializing as the big bad colonizers that once conquered the planet using steel and sails and muskets. On a long enough timespan, were the minority coalition to hold itself together (suspend your disbelief for a moment), White men might devolve in the same way that devils devolved into imps and hobgoblins and other mischievous sprites. Of course the coalition won't hold together. It isn't. It never could. They're tearing themselves apart because they lost their unifying enemy - strong White people - and all that remains is the steady and sure degeneration of the remaining Left. That the smartest blacks and mestizos do not breed because we send them to schools on our dime where they are forced through the same crucible shredding the White population... its not going to end well for the populations that so desperately need quality individuals. That the weakest Whites are producing fewer and fewer children also bodes poorly for the minorities that remain, as one day they may run headlong into some very angry, heavily armed ruralites.

But that's not my problem. That the Left is pulling an ouroboros isn't either. It is said that the best time to strike is while the iron is hot, but it's also been said that you should never interrupt your enemy when he's making a mistake. My hot hot take is that its the small steps that will get us places, the little things we have neglected, the small sacrifices that reap large dividends. No one else is thinking about building, they're too busy consuming.

Hell Hath No Fury II

Wayward White woman caught in signalling spiral evidently vaporized by drone strike.

I raise half a glass to the vaguely amusing thought of this weeping widow meeting her end the same way as her husband went: Scattered across the barren landscape of Outremer, mourned only by desert tribalists with room temperature IQs.

Her son died with her. Once upon a time I was younger and libertarian and horrified that Barrack Obama killed 16 year old Abdulrahman Al-Awlaki in a drone strike intended to take out his Jihadi father. Today, not so much. Perhaps the passage of years have embittered me. Good riddance.

The End of the White Left

If I were a boring girl on the Faceberg, Roissy would be my spirit animal. Thankfully, I am neither female nor on Facebook, both telltale signs of being boring. I seldom find myself in any sort of disagreement with the dark, brutal truth machine at the Chateau, but today is one of those days.

The Reflexive Retreat To Pretty Lies

You can’t convert such people, because there isn’t enough Truth in the world to cure them of their addiction to false narratives.

CH I beg to disagree. File this under "Unpopular Opinions, Shitlord Edition". Its not that there isn't enough Truth for these people - that part is true. The truth is irrelevant to people who enthusiastically declare material information off limits. The truth is even more irrelevant to the sort of people who use language explicitly for harvesting signals and boosting status. You can convert them, however. Actually, what I should say is that they will convert, and unlike the great and glorious LARP of huwyte sharia holding a razor sharp scimitar broadsword inches from the throats of squirming SWPLs while they are forced to recite the fourteen words or die, the conversion of the wretched White urbanite caste will be a little less... dramatic.

Like I said, this is an unpopular opinion, and I should add this corollary: I may very well be wrong. Now that we've gotten that out of the way, let me pontificate or bloviate as the case may be.

This is a fairly well known chart that plots a basic market bubble.

Here is the same chart dutifully edited to coincide with points of Leftist social mania.

Wow what a compelling argument. Thanks, I realize that by itself, this is a little dumb, but it slightly activates the old almonds. I've obviously overlooked something despite the 9001 hours in MSPaint it took to edit that graph. Well, actually I didn't miss anything, I just didn't specify what a specific axis of my new graph means... or is valued at. Obviously in graph one "valuation" is a stand in for currency.

Valuation in the second graph means the value of a signal. This is going to sound autistic and I swear to god I'm not. I'm just a recent college grad with a lot of time to kill and poor job prospects.

Reputation is one of those seemingly immaterial things that conventional wisdom holds that you can't exactly put a price on, like love, family, community and oral from a world-class deep throat artist. Except that you can price those things in non-monetary terms. For instance, mass proliferation of world-class deep throat artists coincides with civilizational decline. Like the famous ice cream sales to murders ratio, correlation doesn't equal causation, but the coincidence is undeniable. Anyone familiar with basic dissident Right talking points understands that the sexually permissive society that we live in is slowly crushing itself under the weight of it's hedonism. For better or for worse...

Anyways, back to reputations:

A reputation can be broken down into smaller units in the same way that a dollar is made up of so many cents, except that the base unit of a reputation is not pennies but signals. The tendency of shitty White millennials to virtue signal is an effort towards reputation construction and maintenance on their part. Unfortunately for shitty White millennials who virtue signal, the Left is running out of room and fuel and each purity spiral is tighter and faster than the one previously. Hence the necessity of keeping up with all 365 genders, the comically expanding LGBTQABBQ acronym, postmodern infused academic articles that are less and less etymologically legible, etc.

While the hilariously unhinged reaction to Trump has a number of root causes, probably the most overlooked cause is that Trump's completely surprising ascendancy to the White House seriously damaged the value of a shitlib signal vis-a-vis the repudiation of the classic "right side of history" trope.

Shitty White millennials bleat incessantly about the right/wrong side of history not because they are studious historians or capable of accurate predictions or even because they have any sort of far future time horizon. A cursory look at the White urbanite aesthetic, grasp of history and patterns of social behavior suggests that those most deeply devoted to the religion of Progressive Idealism are also, coincidentally, the most wretched. Upon interacting with a garden variety White SJW during my undergraduate, my second intuition (following closely behind intuition number one - what a fucking cunt) was always, always, always a deep suspicion, sometimes confirmed through later pseudo-friendly interrogations, that the SJW in question was extremely unpopular or had very few friends in high school.

Rather, the incessant condescending lecture about the who and whom of right and wrong sides of history is a massive, wildly inflated market of signalling. A bubble, if you will. Forgetting the most obvious (((who))) regarding the origination of certain postmodern tropes and memes for a moment - as in my opinion it is irrelevant - the great machine of cultural Marxism or ultracalvinism, depending on which name you prefer, is fueled by the broken dreams of a million low quality Whites who would not have survived to reproduce had this era been any era other than the comfortable but wildly dysgenic post-scarcity nightmare we've all woken up to. They are sustained by the hypnotic and seductive lie of postmodernism, the falsest of flattery that by kneeling before the altar of dildocracy, they are purged of their inferior quality and recast as altruism incarnate. This wild illusion was shattered by Trump. Trump, for all his bumps and bruises, is a godsend to Heritage America because he upended the wool that had been pulled over everyone's eyes. Left and Right.

For we who dared to dream and dissent, Trump serves a purpose at least as a span of breathing room under which we might gather our full strength to resist the inevitable onslaught of a resurgent Left. You who read this, whoever you are, I hope you're making the best of what little time we are given. For the Left, however, Trump was the proverbial rug pulled out from under them: The signals plummeted in value because current events failed to follow Leftist prediction on a pretty spectacular level. It may be that the Russia narrative is particularly high level Leftists attempting to force a square peg into a round hole, so to speak, in order to neatly explain how it is that their wildly unpopular worldview exploded with the full fury of a strawberry blonde comb-over. Then again, there may be other things going on.

It is not an unfair thing to say that the autistic screeching of the worst of our tribe is far less genuine concern for the downtrodden, and far more genuine concern for the calories burned (usually metaphorically) in acquiring progressive credentials. Trump's election represents the possibility that progessivism really is a bubble, and if that is true, then the eventual obliteration of social credentials through the end of White Leftism means that the SJWs go back to being resentful friendless losers like in high school. At that point, they will flee to wherever they can find a secure purchase, and attempt to harvest signals once again.

How this all shakes out will likely be strongly influenced by two major trends and potentially a third black swan event:

1. The increase in hostility towards White allies from minorities.

I've made it a bit of a point to highlight the increasingly poor treatment goodthinkful Whites receive from their wayward mercenaries. At some point, either they will defect or be eaten.

2. The Alt-Right reaching critical mass

Placing a premium on aesthetics, humor and class will enable the Alt-Right to build off of its ideological foundations and reach mainstream ears. The Alt-Right needs to look like this, not this. Reveling in beauty compliments the harsh but necessary truth of inequality. However deceptive the media is - and no one doubts they are - creating an aesthetic gap between the Alt-Right and the SJW crowd should be a freebie. Its also probably the most important step to turning hearts and minds. If you're part of an Alt-Right clique and you have moobs... start lifting.

... And, if a fraction of what I've read turns out to be true,

3. The total unveiling of the inner-workings of the DNC under Debbie Wasserman-Schultz

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.

Worst Elites Ever

Someone, Ryan Landry I think, made an interesting point that I'm going to have to paraphrase because I cannot find where I read it:

Barack Obama's policy of abusing his constituents differed very little from previous administrations, and yet it was only during his presidency that we experienced the first real display of revolt through the Tea Party movement. Why? Probably because rulers must look like the ruled in order to best cement their claim to authority.

If you are responsible for recently writing the above sentiment, sorry for butchering that quote. I suspect the idea is true though. Case in point, African Americans. My general understanding is that the Negro resents White authority, never mind other issues like average IQ and time preference that may not be helping them, ah, acclimate to White standards in the way that the Chinese do, for instance. That's neither here nor there.

My more pressing concern is White Leftists. The incongruity between the race of the ruler and the ruled is currently not the sort of thing White Leftists burn too many calories over outside of flagrant and exaggerated displays of public virtue vis-a-vis vocal demonstrations of concern for unfortunate non-Whites. This is because deep down inside, your average White Leftist sees him, her, xir-self as a sort of embryonic Elite. Globalists-in-waiting I sometimes like to call them. I've heard people call them aspirational urbanites. You get the general idea.

White Leftism appears to be running into the same sort of problem Barack Obama ran into: The revolt of the other. I have long thought that the conventional way of looking at the sort of snot nosed frizzy haired mulatto chicks that haunt liberal arts classrooms may be backwards in the same way that common thought on White Flight is backwards:

We think of White Flight in terms of Whites fleeing the violence and social decay associated with the Black underclass. A few of us do a little better by pointing out the malfeasance of coin clutching merchants, but I still find this dissatisfying, in part because of the implied conspiracy and in part because of the danger of spiraling into the sort of blame game Negros without agency play with their White overlords. Really the two are one in the same at the end of the day.

White Flight is really Whites fleeing the consequences of White Leftism. While it is understandable that a young couple with a child on the way may not want their kid to grow up surrounded by urban ferals, what is particularly grating is finding your crunchy conservative White community has a growing infestation of White Leftists who, you guessed it, moved here basically to leech off your "good schools" and bitch about how there's not enough diversity. The resentment coming out of Texas, Montana and Colorado now that former swathes of Red Empire must reckon with Blue Empire transplants fleeing the fall of Californee-eye-ay (and the transplants the transplants transplant, if you follow me) is... impressive. Sometimes I genuinely believe that we all might wake up one day to discover that the cities have been walled off by men who now patrol the walls, shooting at anyone who attempts to scale the barricades.

We also think about the wayward and chaotic antics of Black Lives Matter in a sort of backwards fashion:

Black Lives Matter and Black iterations of the great postmodern academic machine are Blacks attempting to get prestige through imitating Whites. A solid, recent illustration of this phenomenon comes from the "open" letter a group of Black students sent to the president of Pomona College. Many people might find this hard to get through without raging, because number one, the religion these preachers preach is essentially devoted to the destruction of you and your ethnicity, your history, your culture and your memory. Most people react to this extremely negatively if they bother to sit down and go through it. Having sat through my fair share of BLM poetry during my undergraduate, I understand. But more than that, it's pretty easy to get lost in how stupid this letter is. Even for postmodernism, which in and of itself is no paragon of hifalutin intellectual stimulation, Black postmodernism, much like Black Twitter, is astonishingly stupid. Well, astonishingly stupid if you're unfamiliar with the average IQ of African Americans.

But if you look closely at the word choice, you'll notice a pattern: Peering through the obvious malice you should notice the hamfisted attempt to join cliche postmodern phrases together in an attempt to imitate White status seekers:

Free speech, a right many freedom movements have fought for, has recently become a tool appropriated by hegemonic institutions. It has not just empowered students from marginalized backgrounds to voice their qualms and criticize aspects of the institution, but it has given those who seek to perpetuate systems of domination a platform to project their bigotry. Thus, if “our mission is founded upon the discovery of truth,” how does free speech uphold that value? The notion of discourse, when it comes to discussions about experiences and identities, deters the ‘Columbusing’ of established realities and truths (coded as ‘intellectual inquiry’) that the institution promotes. Pomona cannot have its cake and eat it, too. Either you support students of marginalized identities, particularly Black students, or leave us to protect and organize for our communities without the impositions of your patronization, without your binary respectability politics, and without your monolithic perceptions of protest and organizing. In addition,non-Black individuals do not have the right to prescribe how Black people respond to anti-Blackness.

Notice the jargon. Perhaps my proximity to wretched postmodernists has enhanced my sense of suspicion, but I see this more as a very poor imitation of the shit-tier political and philosophical rhetoric wretched Whites use as a cudgel against Dad, Chad, and Stacey Sorority. I see this less as naked Black interest per se. Like the degenerated version of an already degenerated philosophy on display in the quote above, what you're seeing is the Black version of the scramble for individual status and resources. Steve Sailer once mused whether Ta Nehisi Coates' animosity towards Whites was a sort of purgatorial masquerade hiding his own sense of guilt for joining the White status climbers and fleeing the company of his co-nationals for the cushy life as a Liberal's pet.

That's all well and fine, but a bit tangential. With the increase in incidents where Blacks and other minorities tell White allies to stand aside silently, I suspect that we're witnessing the unraveling of the last thread of defacto White leadership of the coalition of the ascendant. I am not necessarily saying that Blacks alone are going to rise to the cream of the Elite crop, as there are too many conflicts among the various nations and groups that make up the coalition of the ascendant. But much like how White Leftists have played a hand in engineering the demographic downfall of their over-nation, it appears that White Leftists have unwittingly also engineered their defenestration from the top of the elite hierarchy. Not that many of them currently seem to notice, as calls for the silence of White allies are often followed by furious head-shaking in assent, but then ridiculous protestations that the White ally in question is not one of "those" Whites and totally and completely empathizes with said minority. You're a fucking white male!

The question is, then, how much longer will the squeeze be applied to the White Left before we see some sort of break? Most of the Alt-Right guys I know IRL will immediately respond with something along the lines of "until they're eaten" or something similar, implying the Leftists are just going to commit suicide. If present trends are taken to their logical conclusion, then sure, that makes sense.

I'm not entirely convinced. While garden variety White Leftists I met in college are a uniformly unimpressive bunch, their obsession with status accumulation causes me to suspect that at some point we're going to see a mass break from mainstream Leftism. Some people have hinted at the whispers of an "Alt-Left" (because even in quasi-redeemed form, Leftists still can't be original). But circling around to the paraphrased quote I started with, eventually having the boot of the other on their neck might awaken the long atrophied survival instincts within our most wretched co-nationals. Whether that bodes well for us or not remains to be seen.

More Bitching About White People

There is nothing quite like a well ordered garden. I worked landscaping for a while post college, and while I have always appreciated a nice yard my tenure as a paid gardener added a particular level of... horticultural awareness I might say if I wanted to sound hifalutin. Something that always exasperated me - still exasperates me - is when a well-to-do person with a large or very nice house on a beautiful property lets their garden run wild. The non-commercial properties that I worked on were almost entirely affluent, sometimes to the point of being grotesquely so, and I would always scratch my head at the rich folk who didn't take care of their property. Hiring a lawn crew to come by once a month to pick weeds does not make for a particularly aesthetic flowerbed. The Mexicans I worked with would make fun of these people, which I find amusing. I have some observations about Mexicans that maybe I'll jot down for your reading pleasure at another time.

Gardening is a sort of micro-metaphor for population dynamics in that you must pay attention to your flowerbeds, to what is growing, to the weeding and watering and levels of sunlight and the general orderliness, lest things get out of hand and the weeds choke everything. Now, you probably suspect that I'm making a metaphor about the relationship between White people and everyone else. You certainly could do such a thing with the projected population explosion of Africa. But that's for another time and to be frank Steve Sailer has that issue covered pretty well. I actually do not want to spend any more time worrying about a few extra billion people with lukewarm IQs. That comes later.

I'm actually thinking about White people as a whole. According to Brett Stevens, civilizations have an inborn flaw in that they begin to fail once they achieve success. I enjoy Brett's rhetorical style and highly recommend his book on Nihilism, and I have to tip my hat to Mr. Stevens for having stared so long into the abyss, so to speak, without descending into the madness that I see in many dissident Right-wing camps. More on that in a second - forgive me for being scattered in my thoughts, the morning is young and I am only one cup of coffee deep.

Brett's observation that civilizations begin to fail after they achieve success might appear to be a bit of a tautology if taken in isolation. He has an excellent explanation for the curious, but let me expand on that in my own way. There are two very important things you must know to understand what I'm going into - r/K selection and Calhoun's "Mouse Utopia" experiments. If you don't know anything about either, take the time to briefly go through the links provided. You don't need a degree in either subject, just passing familiarity.

r/K selection is the sort of thing that, like race, can be endlessly deconstructed into non-existence by a dutiful postmodernist. Let me preempt quibbling and deconstruction by providing the most accurate definition of the phenomenon that r/K selection attempts to describe. Instead of viewing r-selection and K-selection as two distinct, clearly divided 'camps', as it were, r/K selection should be viewed as the logical extremities of a population's breeding strategy, which is influenced by the ratio of calories available to calories burned acquiring available calories. In an environment where more calories must be burned in the acquisition, longer-term, high investment breeding and tribalistic disposition are advantageous. In an environment where the ratio of calories available to calories burned is very low, short term, low investment breeding and low tribal loyalty are more advantageous. Ultimately what we are looking at when we talk about r/K selection is what is the most efficient way to make babies given the current environment. Should the environment change one way or another, so too will the population's strategy (assuming the change isn't so drastic as to cause extinction). Calhoun's experiments showed us that in a post-scarcity environment a population will none the less head towards collapse and extinction, only through a behavioral sink instead of starvation. Where K-selection taken to its maximum is starvation, r-selection taken to its maximum, which is what Calhoun inadvertently experimented on, is also population death. This demonstrates the impossibility of post-scarcity (a signally piece of SWPL conversation flair if there ever was one), but also demonstrates the most pressing issue the Alt-Right must tackle next, now that they have achieved entry-level political legitimacy. And that issue is:

What the fuck is wrong with White People?

Talk to ten members of the Alt-Right and I guarantee you that all ten will agree with the following statement:

If I have one bullet to spend between a traitor and an open enemy, the traitor gets it.

It is curious then that so many calories are burned bitching about the Jews relative to White Leftists. Jews are not traitors per se. I hate clarifications like the vast majority of x reject y behavior, because saying such a thing is at best unquantifiable but is more often than not a rhetorical ruse designed to mollify a set population's concerns when confronted by things like spontaneously exploding Muslims. I have no way of accurately gauging the percentage of Jews that simply want to mind their own Jewish business relative to the civilization wreckers. I am well aware of the malfeasance of certain Jews, and should the day come that I install myself as Emperor, believe you me, there will be a reckoning. But the malfeasance of Globalism, Inc. is only partially attributable to a wretched set of Hebrews, who would have zero power and influence over White Amerikaners were it not for White Leftists.

And what causes White Leftists to exist? Well, Leftism, in part, is an economic theory, and because I do not care about the economy beyond a firm rejection of Communism, I have little to say about why people are inclined towards the left end of the economic spectrum. Dividing economics between Left and Right is partially confused and muddied by the malfeasance of Republicans in the thralls of Globalism, Inc. Are unions bad or good? I don't have anything to say about that. But Leftism as a social theory makes sense as a parallel to the degenerated behavior Calhoun observed in his experiments.

White people are wildly overbred. The ancient regime of Feudalism once allowed us to weed out the bad while allowing the good to flourish. We have come a long way since then, and our garden is overgrown. The most important order of business for the continuation of White civilization is a culling of the lowest quality Whites. While you may think ovens and helicopter rides, really the matter is far less serious and far less likely to generate an international response (and potentially military intervention) than outright SWPL genocide: Incentives against procreation.

The Alt-Right spends an inordinate amount of time worrying about White birthrates. It is doubtlessly true that a precipitous decline in births stemming from high financial and economic barriers to safe reproductive havens (i.e. suburbs) should be something to keep a wary eye on. As Michael Enoch has said, "Whites don't breed in captivity". Lacking the power to immediately capture the political infrastructure required to enact a wholesale deportation of all non-Whites, the Alt-Right must route around the damage wherever possible. That simply means encouraging self-aware Whites to retreat to the safe redoubt of the countryside, accepting the economic loss - which is of no consequence in the grand scheme of things - in exchange for the security the hinterlands offers. Just three hours outside of one of the worst metropolitan areas in the nation, where I live, there is nothing but White people, and, more importantly, fecund White couples. From personal experience clandestinely interviewing ruralite Whites, these people are seething with anger - somewhat misdirected - at the city folk that shit on them at every turn. With the rate of reproduction I noted among couples, usually something like three or four kids per couple, the countryside is an army in waiting. The only thing they lack is officers and direction. As affirmative action squeezes Whites out of college, and therefore out of the requisite four year certificate to move to the city to work as a desk jockey for a cushy salary, both the percentage of Whites and the real number of Whites in the city doing the SWPL thing will decline, especially considering the paltry birthrate among White leftists. We have not yet seen a full accounting of the lack of births among Millennials. As the blue hairs pass into their thirties this contraction will become more noticeable, which in turn will exacerbate the ethnic awakening among Whites.

The most pressing concern therein is keeping White leftists away from the hinterland redoubts. The select few married White Liberals I know have already abandoned the fashionable and hip inner city for the security of the suburbs as they attempt to breed. When they say they're looking for 'good schools' remember to tell them that you already know that means 'no niggers' so they might as well speak plainly. Anyways, "White flight", as it is currently defined, is not understood correctly. White flight isn't just fleeing from the social decay that a third world population brings to a White enclave, White flight is Whites fleeing from the insane and destructive policies that White leftists foist upon all Whites through their obsession with Diversity™. The reason I despise White Leftists can be boiled down to the fact that White Leftists advocate for whatever positions grant them the greatest amount of social capital, and then whatever costs are associated with their positions are imposed upon everyone other than themselves. If White Leftists, who really are Top-Globalists-in-Waiting (they imagine this themselves, doubt you not), were forced to deal with the consequences of their actions, none of this would be a problem. You want to bring in refugees? Okay, fine, but you must house them, you must bear the costs of integrating them and, most importantly, any crime that they commit you shall likewise suffer the consequences. So in a sane world, if a refugee committed a crime that warranted the death sentence, his sponsor would share his fate. We do not live in a sane world, so the last sentence - a little piece of LARPing - should be tucked away in the back of your head when the time comes to rebuild Western Civilization. A few years ago an area of rural Colorado that was so frustrated by the bullying tactics of the populous SWPL citadels attempted to secede. While this attempt failed, what is important isn't the tactic, it's the intent and the sentiment. White ruralites, who outpace their SWPL brethren in births, are fucking pissed. They're so angry that they threw a Hail Mary to elect Donald fucking Trump to the highest office of the United States. If Leftist Whites had any awareness whatsoever outside of a finger on the pulse of whatever grants them the most status per syllable, they would be utterly terrified of what White ruralites might do next. The only thing that remains to screen them from the wrath of Heritage America are their wayward minority mercenaries, and it appears that their ability to control the ascendant part of the Coalition of the Ascendant is all but spent. If they find themselves hemmed in on all sides, so be it. Let them perish. They deserve no sympathy, and allowing them to remain, to procreate, and to intermingle among Heritage America will only ensure that the sickness inside them propagates among future generations. At some point, the most wretched of our tribe must be physically, materially and spiritually expelled from our ranks.

The ultimate target isn't minorities. Its not Jews or Negros or Mestizos. Everything is a smokescreen blocking us from seeing the absolutely most pressing issue: We must remove the sickness of White Liberalism to secure a future for White children. White Liberalism is the thermal exhaust port of Globalism, Inc, the glue holding our insane world together. Everything else we do is potshots that will never amount to anything. Dylan Roof was a catastrophic failure because he targeted minorities, around whomst the Coalition of the Ascendant rallied. Anders Breivik was resoundingly successful because he executed the children of White Norwegian Socialists. No minorities rallied to their cause. Convert whoever can be. Do not expect much success there. Purge the rest. The only strategy that can possibly work against the "Diversity Is Our Strength" crowd is divide and conquer, but the first domino to fall must, must be White Leftism, or else the fractious coalition will rally together. Without White Leftism gluing them together, Negros and Hispanics and Transexuals and Muslims will quickly fall into infighting. Minorities of all varieties only take advantage of us because they see us as supplicating and weak. Minority experience of Whites is largely confined to the educated SWPL class, which taints their perception of Whites as a group. If minorities are made to see Whites as an armed, hostile and monolithic group ready willing and able to defend themselves, their leaders will quickly move to the negotiating table, because at one point in time all of these groups went toe to toe with armed White hostiles and lost. Hard.

Entryism is a great topic for a first post.

This guest post on Aurini's blog really activated my almonds.

Bechtloff makes some interesting observations about SJWs who like to get people fired, the self-appointed referees of politics, the mixing of the two and some degree of rightward drift. His observations, however thoughtful, seem to leave some room for filler details - the why specifically. Having spent an inordinate amount of time around millennials who enjoy the great Weimerican sport of social status climbing, I'm going to add some thoughts and predictions.

The mixing of SJWs and "above it all" moderate referees who only chase low hanging fruit like feminism is ideologically inconsistent. This is where Bechtloff touches on the truth, but then never really follows through. There's a consistency in all of this, it just ain't ideological.

Unlike Bechtloff, until Lacey Green goes full 1488, I don't believe a word she - or anyone else for that matter - says about their new appreciation for marginally less Left-wing positions, because I generally don't believe a thing millennials say period.

Why? Because millennials are obsessed with status. There are entire ecosystems within the great, rotting human garbage dumps of Weimerica filled with white and white presenting millennials who live and die to signal. Every ounce of their industry, twenty four hours a day, three hundred and sixty five days a year, covering every aspect of their aesthetics, their presentation, their linguistic affectation, the books they claim they've read, their social circles... every single thing these people do is precisely augmented to accumulate signals in the incessant game of social rankings. Yes, even their politics. Actually, especially their politics. It is remarkable that despite the fact that every conservative parent knows that their millennial offspring are spoiled, lazy, narcissistic, and selfish oxygen thieves, somehow their politics are unaffected by their qualitative deficiencies. Yes indeed, despite all other demonstrations that suggest the contrary, when millennials preach about racism and oppression there is absolutely no inner calculation that uses unwarranted self-importance and lust of social regard as an operating function. No sir, not at all. Never, ever, for one moment doubt that the millennial obsession with confronting grievous displays of irrational hatred and racism such as poop swastikas of dubious origin and white kids eating sushi is founded on anything but the purest, most selfless and altruistic intentions.

I don't know who needs a beating more, the selfie generation or their parents who somehow fail to notice that perhaps the millennial obsession with rectifying social ills is not in the slightest founded on any sort of sense of good purpose or good will, but rather is an extension of their own desire to be seen as heroic without burning the requisite calories.

Anyways, back to Bechtloff's head scratcher:

There is no such thing as a 'true believer'. The ideology of the Cathedral is less important than what devotees get out of it: Power. Everyone knows a dumpy, ugly blue hair. The reason your average blue hair subscribes so fervently to the power of SocJus is not the belief in and of itself but rather because SocJus is - for now - a sort of societal >tgm command on your console. Practically speaking you leap ahead of other people by speaking for and from the power of this weird Christ-less Hyper-Calvinist heresy. Did you not get adequate attention in high school? Are you ugly or weird or have a bad personality? Do you resent Stacey and Chad because they're hot and you're not? Well don't worry about improving your social skills, exercising, running a caloric deficit or making yourself more socially valuable the old fashioned way. With the power of SocJus you don't have to do any hard work whatsoever to raise your social ranking. With the power of SocJus, Chads and Staceys will bend to your will, grovel at your command. They have been conditioned by Boomer narrative spinners that the Civil Rights era, coincidentally the heyday of Boomer youth activism, was the apex of Western morality and philosophy, and that deviating from that morality in the slightest is just cause for a brutal societal beat down and the extraction of unearned resources. Didn't get a bid from a fraternity or sorority? Resent that you don't get invited to their bangin ragers? No problemo famalam, just call them racist and the school will be right there, just like your stupid fucking helicopter parents, to put those above you on their knees in supplication, begging for mercy. That is power, but cheap and easy and wholly devoid of obligation, responsibility or the burden of care and foresight.

Now, there's your basic set up. So what happens when this thing called the Law of Diminishing Returns shows up? What happens when Chad and Stacey no longer particularly care, or when the school can't afford any more diversity positions, or when there are so many rent-seekers in the market that you're crowded out? What happens when we hit peak SocJus?

Rightward drift begins.

It's already well on its way. With the waning of the prestige of SocJus comes a pressure to move right. Notice, if you will, the screen-capped tweet the dildoheaded soybean sent out as an invitation to joust for signals at a well established SWPL redoubt. "... in the open marketplace of ideas" is an interesting phrase ripped straight out of Libertarian talking points. This is not something you would normally see from the "free speech isn't hate speech" crowd, because despite their deceptive rhetoric and penchant for corrupting everything they touch, none of them are really former Libertarians or avid readers of the Wall Street Journal or anything associated with the lukewarm Right-ish camps that actually use the phrase "freemarket of ideas". That is a clear, distinctive and indisputably Libertarian-Right meme, and it is interesting as an observed incidence not of Leftist corruption of the Right, but of the Right leaking into the directionless, atomized Left. At some point, the soon-to-be formerly fashionable theory of identity politics and resource extraction hit the law of diminishing returns, where made up identities have become so tiny, so inconsequential and otherwise so repugnant to people who might otherwise cheerfully follow the flattering path to having a Left-of-Center cactus jammed up their ass have begun the process of checking out, ideologically. There's just not that much there there anymore.

Lower-quality Sargon of Akkad's pair of tits is a good early example of whats to come. Women, they say, are naturally inclined to the Left. Maybe. Single women, sure, or at least that's what it seems, but given that there are more women that oppose abortion than men that oppose abortion as a percentage of the population... I'm not sure that's exactly cut and dry.

It is probably more accurate to say that women simply want attention, and will go to wherever they get the most attention, for the best price, and of the highest quality. Given that the pickings among high status Leftist men are... slim, to say the least, prepare for entryism from the female crowd. I'd say that most women you see participating in the new iterations of Right-wing politics (the Alt-Right/Alt-Lite) who don't have husbands should be viewed with an immense amount of suspicion. One can't help but wondering where the fuck Brittany Pettibone's husband is.

If I were to frame this like Roissy, what we're seeing looks something like this: Women chase bad boys, and women are chased by betas. Right now, the Left is full beta, and the bad boys are mingling among the weirdos that have always been on the Far-Right. As the Far-Right grows in number, so too will the relative percentage of bad, dangerous, high-SMV males, and women hungry for attention will flee there too. Look at the difference between Shoe0nhead and Sargon of Akkad.

While both have been on YouTube since 2010, Sargon has produced 786 videos and accumulated 655,317 subscribers. Shoe0nhead has produced 47 videos and has 748,513 subscribers. This isn't exactly a groundbreaking observation or anything but it is absolutely worth re-stressing that women on the internet who are at least marginally attractive will command a LOT of attention. And women, by virtue of high time investment mating strategy seek as high quality attention as they can possibly capture. Put two and two together: As top shelf men of the Left become more and more limited to the celebrity and millionaire caste, women who ultimately can't won't or don't want to be part of a harem are going to look elsewhere. And aside from Left, there is only one other option.

I'm not pointing this out because women and politics are a priori bad news. Generally, yes, I am wildly unimpressed by most women's political opinions, but really its not just the opinion itself, its their style, composure, temperament, rhetoric and the fact that women at the extremities of the political wings (one of which I occupy) tend to be even stranger than the men. I like my women apolitical, by which I mean barefoot pregnant and kitchen-bound.

I'm pointing this out because women, ironically, are a driving force behind the pendulum swinging back from whence it came. With the women and the signalling and white knighting that accompany the women, comes the spiraling. I have long suspected that because modern Leftists are sensitive to prestige and power, rather than ideological consistency, the great nationalist resurgence is headed into a tidal wave once former Bernie Bros begin bleeding into the Alt-Right. Maybe if you're a TRS goy this is a good thing, because, after all, the Alt-Right's preeminent problem is simply a lack of warm bodies.

But I suspect that if everything plays out accordingly, and if after a peaceful divorce or violent secession whites get their ethno-state, without strong selection pressure weeding out low quality whites and preventing them from reproducing, another self-imposed catastrophe will come shortly thereafter.