A Regime of Sun and Steel: Bronze Age Mindset

I recently finished Bronze Age Mindset. I bought a copy before I went to Canada for a week of fishing. If you haven't read it, I recommend it. If you don't want to buy it, allow me to give you a two sentence summary of what you should take away from this book:

Our enemy is ugly. Why are we not beautiful?

There is, obviously, a lot more to Bronze Age Mindset, but this is less a review and more of a reflection. I've often wondered where the Alt-Right went astray. Some, less charitable and perhaps more personally malicious, would suggest that Richard Spencer is a clown and that the TRS guys should have stuck to being the Opie and Anthony of the Alt-Right. Organizing really isn't their thing. Perhaps this is true. Perhaps it is not. On the other side, some, more deluded, seem to believe that we haven't told enough people about the Jews. I highly doubt this, because often when I talk to new faces on the Alt-Right the conversation follows a predictable path: Let me tell you about the Jews. You may or may not like Zman, but I think he hit the nail on the head when he said (and I'm paraphrasing) that the thing about the counter-semites on the Alt-Right is that they never actually shut the fuck up about the Jews. You might even call their worldview "Jewish Supremacism" for the same reason that it isn't unfair to call the Black Lives Matter people "White Supremacists".

Let me tell you about the Jews did White Nationalism 1.0 no favors, and it withered and died on the vine, promises unfulfilled. Following the same pattern, so did we.

There are two big problems with the counter-semitic information you commonly find on /pol/ and repeated in Alt-Right circles. Problem numero uno is that a portion of it is not true. Richard von Coudenhove-Kalergi was not Jewish. I've seen plenty of infographics that genealogically link Hitler and Marx to the Rothschild family, but I can't confirm them. Can you? Can anyone? When people see that stuff, do they really care one way or another? What does it matter when you want to believe?

Problem numero dos is probably worse. While there is plenty of disturbing but true information to be found bandied about the world's #1 Nigerian speed knitting forum, the thing is that it is freely bandied about. There is almost no barrier to entry for normal, regular, everyday jagoffs. Should a normal, regular, everyday jagoff discover /pol/ and somehow not immediately eject, the information given (even discounting the outright lies) seems to produce a sort of mania, an information overload. It produces a certain neuroticism that is extremely dysfunctional, which is completely counterproductive when your enemy is also extremely dysfunctional, and can be simply and easily swept aside by publicly displaying qualities that suggest high levels of function, normalcy, aesthetics, morality, etc.

Pictured: Dysfunction - easily countered by eating healthy, lifting weights, and worshiping the sun.

I'm pretty sure all the let me tell you about the Jews conversations I've had over the years are a function of free floating information that should really be readily guarded on an esoteric hierarchy, only to be divulged when the seeker proves himself worthy.

I'm not sure how you wrestle the Alt-Right away from this losing strategy. Things are preceding at an interesting an amusing rate with or without the Alt-Right, and for those who come after I would offer only suggestions:

They are ugly. You must be beautiful.

They are weak. You must be strong.

They are wicked. You must be virtuous.

They are craven. You must be noble.

They are hollow. You must exude vitality.

They are bugmen. You must be Men.

We are not a cold, dead people. The struggle of the various flavors of the dissident right - those present and those yet to come - against the orthodoxy of the powerful is less about rebuilding this or that iteration of Western Civilization. More often than not, however well intentioned we started, we get lost in the details. This is unfortunate, because our common goal is less about such and such details that you cling to as a raft of identity to guide you to safe shores, through the roaring tempest of modernity. Our common goal is to recapture the intangible but sacred quality that propelled our forefathers to the four corners of the map, where they planted their flags and dominated the earth, the seas, the skies, and the peoples therein. Our ancestral birthright is not this or that country, ancient or modern or mythological. It is not any iteration of the great Occidental religious tradition, nor any particular custom over another. The European peoples are as varied as the stars that wheel overhead, whether you pause to wonder at their majesty and their distance, or no.

No, friend, our ancestral birthright, the mantle that those that came before us passed to us, which we have fumbled and lost, is greatness. We are not great anymore, nor, in our supremely autistic assessment of the who and the whom, are we treading much closer to that ancient and glorious quality.

Valentine's Day Lesson On The Decline Of White People

Customary Topical Link Preceding Tirade

From the article:

In the past, students celebrated Valentine’s Day with the traditional exchange of cards and candy. But the district slowly has been phasing out those traditions for the past few years. The new holiday guidelines have not been fully implemented at each school yet, but no schools in the Bethel district will have traditional Valentine’s Day parties — with candy and card exchanges — this year. That prompted some parents to accuse the district of selectively “taking away” other traditional school holidays as well. For instance, Bethel district students no longer wear costumes for Halloween, and Thanksgiving celebrations have been renamed “harvest parties.” 

...

“As a public school system, we can’t intentionally plan events that we know will exclude children,” McGillivray said Tuesday. “Schools (in the district) are thinking creatively about how we celebrate with children and how we can have those activities at school where everyone gets to participate.”

If you are the sort of person who has stared into the abyss for far too long, no doubt you have the sneaking suspicion that somewhere out there a coin clutching merchant is at the bottom of this. Whether that is the case or no is, unfortunately, irrelevant to yours truly because the question and answer do nothing to solve our problems. I would not be surprised to discover a resounding 'yes', but I could also not be more apathetic. Partially this is out of a permanent lack of surprise when I discover certain people of a certain ethnicity behaving badly. Mostly, however, this is because noticing that certain people of a certain ethnicity tend to behave poorly has not moved us closer to resolving the crisis of Western Civilization. Blaming the other forever is the strategy of African-Americans and lesbians, and look at how well they've fared. If we are to avoid a similar fate then we must look inward:

The key is to look at this not as a moral problem, but as an engineering problem. Any solution that solves the problem is acceptable. Any solution that does not solve the problem is not acceptable.

There are a few tells hidden in the piece I linked to that point us in the right direction. Notice that last quoted sentence by McGillivray:

... and how we can have those activities at school where everyone gets to participate.

Does this sound familiar? If you look closely at the above article there are a few sentences that imitate McGillivray, spoken or implied by others. Coincidentally, these ought rationales sound a whole lot like the very obvious resentment you hear from fat feminists when they crab about Stacey Sorority. While they wrap their rhetoric in grandiose moral platitudes, most find it fairly obvious to point out that the source of their 'moral' crusade is that Stacey Sorority is a universal object of male desire, while they are often mistaken for a particularly lumpy potato.

The pretense of high morality thinly coating an obvious core resentment is so ubiquitous today that you can be forgiven for not pointing it out. Behind every screeching soccer mom is a girl who never got invited to the dance, or worse - got pumped and dumped throughout college and high school. The tragedy of helicopter parenting is that it is antithetical to the universal law of suffering: You must exchange in order to gain. Every once in a while life has to punch you in the face. This law is immutable, unchanging, omnipresent. Even if you manage to delay it for a short while, it is merely a delay. The cost, multiplied by the time you have managed to stave off the inevitable, will make the suffering far greater.

Case in point, White America decided that they could give their kid's a jumpstart on the rat race into a good college by forgoing chores in favor of paying Paco and Juan to mow the lawn. As a bonus, Paco and Juan's labor would fund generous pensions for Whitey. The consequence of that seemingly well intentioned plan is that America is no longer a homogeneous nation, societal trust is consequently at an all time low, the state is in financial tatters, and instead of gaining a good job through old boy networks at college, White America woke up one day and discovered that their boy was wearing dresses and makeup and screeching incessantly about the evils of cisprivilege.

Way to fucking go, guys, you really knocked it out of the park.

The solution, naturally, is to cull, by which I mean some form of exclusion is necessary for the perpetuation of civilization. We may, may, be at a point of no return with regards to the extraction and utilization of cheap energy. If we go back we may never reach the stars because restarting the industrial revolution from scratch isn't possible with known energy reserves increasingly requiring advanced, post-industrial revolution technology in order to harvest, refine and use it. Starting back at square one and advancing to tier 3 of the Kardashev Scale is, therefore, out of the question. This is, of course, just a hypothesis, but the risk falls under the theorem of expected value: When the cost of failure is infinite, odds no longer matter.

Culling, of course, brings to mind Social Darwinism - the sort of idea that immediately raises the deflector shields of the fashionable urbanite cohort. Ironically these are the sort of people who gleefully describe themselves as a reality based community or some other drivel, while eagerly excluding certain topics from debate. This brings us to a seemingly unsolvable problem in that the fashionable urbanite cohort, being obsessed with masking their own sense of inferiority with outward displays of unwarranted self-importance are intractable, obsessed with the gaudy trinket called "social affirmation", as opposed to the relatively unsexy rewards of "problem solving". The division among White America - and remember that Whites are unique in that they do not vote monolithically - is so harsh that it seems insurmountable.

In order to think so you must first believe - and this is usually an unconscious thing - that White people should unify.

This is a mistake.

The negative side effects of urbanization and excessive secondary and tertiary education are a blessing in disguise: Those most susceptible to the siren song of progressive idealism are not breeding at even close to replacement rate. In a handful of generations they will be irrelevant. Let them go, and wait for your labor to bear fruit.

This, of course, does not solve the problem of how to keep the insane and wayward soccer-mom types from seats of power, but that's a discussion for another day.

What is most interesting is that one hundred parents stormed a PTA meeting. How many kids do you think the administrators have on average? I'm guessing it's far less than one.

How many kids do you think the meeting-stormers have?

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.

Counter-Advice on White Birthrates

Advice From The Abyss, Staring Back

I wasn't really sure whether or not the particular individual PA quotes here is serious, or partially tongue in cheek. For my purposes it doesn't matter as the general sentiment is echoed among the various flavors of Dissident Right, and therefore it is worth addressing briefly.

Our chief concern should not be quantity. Everyone else is playing quantity. Historically, quantity is not our strength. Quantity is not how we got from point A to an improved point B. The ancient regime of Feudalism improved our people by segregating those who could not from those who could. Generally separating wheat from chaff fell under the jurisdiction of a local lord's willingness to enter into a labor contract with a particular individual, or approve his request to marry. Far more often than modern humans would find comfortable, however, the separation was effected by the permanent removal of a "could not" vis-a-vis the gallows. Feudalism had many other benefits, particularly the organization of a serious system of defense in the vacuum left by Rome's collapse, but the story of our people's biologial improvement lasted well past the demise of the Feudal system and propelled us into the dawn of the greatest era of human technological advancement of all time. Contrary to the fashionable screeching from wayward (and incidentally extremely low-quality) White progressives, the systemic exclusion of the worst of our people gave us the physical means to conquer the world.

Sadly, all good things end eventually. The ancient and patriarchal relationship between the nobles, the clergy and the commons vanished under a tidal wave of capital: The post-Vatican II Catholic Church is a joke, our aristocracy spent it's last blood in a horrific World War at the turn of the century, and their replacements - globalist oligarchs - are only matched in their disregard for the tradition of noblesse oblige by their wild incompetence. Far from being explicitly conspiratorial, with a coin-clutching merchant cackling behind every affront to our people, our history, and our tradition, it is far more likely that the general demise of the West coincides with the general decline in the quality of our leaders. That is not to say that certain specific events aren't attributable to what you might call a shocking set of (((coincidences))), but ultimately that is neither here nor there. The waters are rising and we cannot save everyone, and even those endowed with the most vicious malice towards our people may ultimately find that they are hoisted by their own petards.

The gallows, however, remain in function, albeit not so much in form. The great evil of modernity, like all chaos, is ultimately self-consuming. Rampant hook-up culture, cheap and effective birth control, Tinder style "relationships", the bitter resentment of feminism, the genetic dead end of miscegenation, careerism, atomized urbanite individualism and Tumblr/blue-hair activism are all fires burning too hot to sustain themselves. These fires must burn, because we are overbred. Our success has allowed weakness to flourish, and the devil must take his due. He who would defend everything, defends nothing is an ancient aphorism that might steer you in the right direction. Our projected minority status in our own homelands, of all things, is certainly cause for worry. But the best salve for the mess we have gotten ourselves into is careful planning, not the wild neuroticism of day traders watching the market collapse.

Feudalism is not coming back - at least in it's medieval form - but the lessons we learned can help us pull ourselves out of the mess we created. Half of it is literally letting those who should breed continue to not breed, and perhaps encouraging them to do so where possible. We are going to have to accept some losses. Believe me, having recently come out of college I can definitively say that White Liberalism is a political expression of biological unfitness. We are gaining far more, long term, by simply cutting these people loose. I have attempted to express to my parents and other older conservatives with fairly unsatisfactory results how college-tier liberalism isn't just a matter of commie professors brainwashing kids - there is actually something wrong with the people who buy into this stuff, and the more they've been bought in the more wrong there is. And I do mean physically and mentally.

Strive for quality. Almost everyone else is playing the quantity angle, and almost everywhere else is complete garbage. Its time to swim against the grain. Great investors know that the worst thing to do during a market panic is to join the panicked crowd in attempting to sell everything. Hang tight, buy whatever seems like it will gain its value back, and never ever panic. Someday this whole thing will collapse. Civil war will come, the lights will go out and never come back on, boats laden with starving, angry Africans will wash up on our shores like Camp of the Saints, whatever. Make ready to build something new on top of the ruins, something right, something of high quality and worth preserving to pass down forever. Something good, beautiful, and noble.

Find a nice girl - no girl is perfect and she doesn't need to be right wing. Women in the thralls of love (read:convinced their about to marry 'up') have completely malleable political opinions. Get married. Have kids. Raise them right. Be a good man. Be good at being a man. 

Revolt against the modern world.

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 Great White Culture Change

I think we may be seeing the start of a trend: Jason Kessler's Credentials

Further commentary from VoxDay and Aurini.

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Naturally there are those who have noticed Jason Kessler and Garon Archer's histories with the Occupy movement and sense that the Eye of Soros has cast its gaze upon the Alt-Right. I seem to have misplaced my magic sunglasses, so I'm seeing something a little different. Allow me to flatter myself and play Cassandra for a moment.

I don't know where exactly this comes from because I am not its original recipient. Take it for whatever it's worth to you, but for now I'm only going to quote a part of it and use it as a starting point. Honestly, this looks tongue in cheek, out of context or satirical, but I have no further comment on it's origination. Emphasis mine.

Prime Directive: Always Blame the Jews for Everything

As Hitler says in Mein Kampf, people will become confused and disheartened if they feel there are multiple enemies. As such, all enemies should be combined into one enemy, which is the Jews. This is pretty much objectively true anyway, but we want to leave out any and all nuance.

So no blaming Enlightenment though, pathological altruism, technology/urbanization, etc. - just blame Jews for everything.

This basically includes blaming Jews for the behavior of other non-Whites. Of course it should not be that they are innocent, but the message should always be that if we didn't have the Jews we could figure out how to deal with non-Whites very easily.

The same deal with women. Women should be attacked, but there should always be mention that if it wasn't for the Jews, they would be acting normally.

What should be completely avoided is the sometimes mentioned idea that "even if we got rid of the Jews we would still have all these other problems." The Jews should always be the beginning and the end of every problem, from poverty to poor family dynamics to war to the destruction of the rainforest....

The its the kikes! narrative is faulty because despite what humor can be derived from things like trolling the ever living fuck out of neoconservative shill Ben Shapiro, the blame the other function offers White Leftists an attractive, ready-made escape hatch when the economy of progressive morality implodes and the value of a signal collapses under the strain of minorities demanding White 'allies' dutifully stand in silent solidarity with non-Whites who openly conspire to eat all White people.

Why is this a problem? Doesn't the Alt-Right need more bodies? What's wrong with Leftist conversions? Glad you asked.

First, despite the humor vector, blaming the Jews is basically a knock-off version of the we wuz kangz until whitey showed up. As with Blacks, the idea that eliminating a particular oppressor, confiscating their property, or vacating their seats of authority will magically heal us of the evils that plague us is patent nonsense. Obviously for Blacks this is fairly easy to substantiate through the precipitous decline in Africa's quality of life after the end of the colonial era. For Whites, whom I generally (but not universally) have a higher opinion of than Blacks, allow me to offer a couple of lines of evidence that suggest that White people are declining in quality and coin-clutchers are the least of our concerns:

1. Average White IQ has declined by nearly one standard deviation since 1889
2. As a population approaches post-scarcity, aberrant behavior appears and propagates.
3. Several White (and non-White) civilizations have collapsed under similar circumstances to our own, without Jews.

It is far more accurate to say that we have succeeded so hard that we've begun to fail ourselves. The malfeasance of certain Jews, however enraging it may be, is more like rats feasting on a corpse than the knife that bled us dry. Poisoning (or ovening, as the case may be) the rats is not going to bring the corpse back from the dead.

People point to things like the Kalergi Plan as a counterweight to my three strongest points that the decline of White people is suicide and not murder. I will address the "conspiracy" angle momentarily, but before I get to that I must address another issue.

The second problem with Leftist conversions is that there is a risk that the tendencies of Leftism will transfer over even when garden variety Leftist philosophy and policies do not. A sizable portion of SJWs exhibit outward signs of their poor inner health. Excess fat, frumpy and weak physique, pastel hair dye, gaudy clothes, and bad tattoos are examples of aposematism, or warning coloration. While on a superficial level hipster chic has the purpose of signalling caste and attracting mates, the ubiquitous poor life choices, poor physical and mental health, and small minded pursuit of cheap social gains suggests to us that the aesthetic of Millennial progressives is an accidental socio-evolutionary step towards warning others that there is something seriously wrong with these sort of people.

Supposing that the outward signs of dysfunction even could be suppressed by the wholesale conversion of this particular caste of White people, does that likewise mean that the other excesses, particularly in temperament and disposition, can also be suppressed? My gut says no. My very first post on women and entryism generally pointed out that there is a certain suspicious tendency among Alt-lite and entry-level Alt-Right female e-celebrities that has all the signs and symptoms of classic attention seeking, only cleverly wrapped in the accouterments of the dissident right. I am generally predisposed against single females in and around the Alt-Right for this reason, although I'm willing to give some credit to partially mitigate this bias because being anything to the Right of a New York Times editorial carries substantial career risks vis-a-vis the Social Justice Inquisition. Still, these women need to hurry up and find husbands. That they seem to have a less than enthusiastic interest in effectively obliterating their share of the market by husbanding up suggests an element of faddishness influences their political alignment. Faddishness, in turn, suggests that there will be an incongruity between actions and words, and as the fad becomes more mainstream, numbers will swell.

Mass proliferation of a set of ideas among a group of people who are not selected for based off quality carries the risk of reducing the aggregate quality of the idea set. Case in point, conventional Progressive Idealism is suffering the entropic effects of egalitarianism to the point that "poop swastikas" are very serious business that the whole nation needs to be notified about and galvanized against. If you're looking for a handy line of evidence that suggests that the people in charge are not organized or particularly smart or driven by some sort of grand plan to genocide Whites, the incessant but badly contrived hate crime hoaxes are where you want to start. The clever and scheming men of the Frankfurt School are long since dead, and their heirs look less like this and more like this. Far from being the nigh-omnipotent ruling class that the most counter-Semitic members of the Alt-Right see, the true believers in the gospel of Progressive Idealism are more like a very small but very malevolent child attempting to play boss while swimming in his father's suit. They are wayward, evil certainly, but less than our worst suspicions suggest and simultaneously worse for us than the sort of evil the Alt-Right sees. The Left is increasingly peopled by low-caste Whites who are way out of their own league in terms of being an actual ruling class. They are crude and inept, however dangerous they are regardless, but they are only successful because a previous, higher-quality generation left them a network of institutions and resources to amplify their voices. They do little good with it, and are slowly pulling the trigger on their own obliteration as a philosophy.

Note that there are structural parallels between the Alt-Right's take on the JQ and the anti-White SJW Inquisition. Erasing the proper nouns and adjectives that make the two camp's arguments distinct, a simple formula emerges in the form of the oppressed and dispossessed struggling against their illegitimate overlords. Most the Alt-Right might wrinkle their noses at this and think that I'm channeling Sargon of Akkad's insufferable "above the fray" centrism. To that I say, no, I am not, but I am pointing out a coincidence of epistemology that at least one person prior to me suspected would serve as the impetus for the mass conversion of Leftists to the cause of pro-White racialism.

There is one crucial fact that we must not overlook, if we are to see the political situation as it is, rather than in the anamorphosis of some ‘ideology,’ i.e., propaganda-line, whether “Liberal” or “conservative.” The real fulcrum of power in our society is neither the votaries of an ideological sect nor the Jews, clear-sighted and shrewd as they are, but the intelligent members of our own race whose one principle is an unmitigated and ruthless egotism, an implacable determination to satisfy their own ambitions and lusts at whatever cost to their race, their nation, and even their own progeny. And with them we must reckon the bureaucrats, men who, however much or little they may think about the predictable consequences of the policies they carry out, are governed by a corporate determination to sink their probosces ever deeper into the body politic from which they draw their nourishment. Neither of these groups can be regarded as being “Liberal” or as having any other political attitude from conviction. The first are guarded by the lucidity of their minds, and the second by their collective interests, from adhesion to any ideology or other superstition.

Bureaucracies contain, of course, ambitious men who are climbing upward. One thinks of the bureaucrats who, shortly before the “Battle of the Bulge” in the last days of 1944, were openly distressed “lest a premature victory in Europe compromise our social gains at home,” meaning, of course, that they were afraid that peace might break out before they had climbed another rung on their way to real power. After the defeat of Japan, one of them, a major in the ever-growing battalions of chair-borne troops, too precious to be distressed by such nasty things as fighting battles, frankly lamented his hard luck: if only the war had lasted another three months, and a suitable number of Americans been killed, he would have been promoted to colonel and would also have a “command” that would have qualified him as the foremost expert in his field and thus assured his prosperity after the evil day on which he would have to face the hardships of peace. This attitude may not be admirable, but it is quite common and a political force of the first magnitude, which it would be childish to ignore. It is not, of course, peculiar to the United States. When the National Socialists came to power in Germany, they had many enthusiastic adherents of the same type, who, after the defeat of their nation, did not have to be tortured to become witnesses to the “evils of Nazism” and endorse any lie desired by the brutal conquerors. The attitude, furthermore, though especially prevalent in our demoralized age, is not peculiar to it. One thinks of the Popes who are reported to have told their intimates, “How much profit this fable of Christ has brought us!” And the same realistic appraisal of the main chance was doubtless present in many ecclesiastics who did not reach the top or did not have so much confidence in the discretion of their immediate associates.

Unmitigated egotism, which is necessarily a prime factor on all the higher levels of society in a “democracy,” is a political force with which one cannot cope directly; one can only attack the masks that are worn in public. It is, however, an obstacle that can be circumvented and one which could become an asset. The only strategic consideration here is represented by the truism, “nothing succeeds like success” — a crude statement, which you may find elaborated with elegance and sagacity in the Or culo manual of the great Jesuit, Baltasar Gracián. Our formidable enemies today will become our enthusiastic allies tomorrow, if it appears that we are likely to succeed. I speak, of course, only of members of our race, but the most competent and acute “Liberals,” who today declaim most eloquently about the “underprivileged” and “world peace,” could become tomorrow the most eloquent champions of the hierarchical principle (with which they secretly agree) and a guerre l’outrance against our enemies, if their calculations of the probable future were changed. And, as the Jews well know, the great humanitarian, whose soul shudders today at the very thought of insufficient veneration of the Jews, could become tomorrow grateful to the Jews only for the wonderful idea about gas chambers that was incorporated in the hoax about the “six million,” and he would probably find a real personal satisfaction in putting the idea into practice at last. As Gracián says, the prudent man will ascertain where power really lies, in order to use those who have it and to spurn those who have it not.

Revilo P. Oliver, 1981 

Backed into a corner by an ideology that promises to erase them, White Leftists have two options - do something drastic to claim oppressed status (such as sexual reassignment surgery), or join the Alt-Right. The fad of claiming to be transgender is actually an attempt by White kids to feebly clutch at oppressed status by literally making shit up. Demisexual, genderfluid, and other fashionable gender terms are not just simple nonsense, although at first glance the list of Tumblr genders appears that way. They're a social survival tool, as the cost of Whiteness is increasingly the ability to freely participate in the supposedly prestigious social circles of academia. The cost of Whiteness is imposed on goodthinkful Whites by minorities.

During my undergraduate, I had the grim opportunity to observe the behavior of a somewhat older black woman who bears a striking resemblance to the author of the piece I linked to on how White 'allies' must behave. Fortunately I never had class with this woman, but I would occasionally see her in my department's study lounge. A girl pulled a book off of the shelf to use in conjunction with whatever her small study group was working on, and some time later this woman came in looking for her book, which coincidentally was the exact same book that the first girl pulled off of the bookshelf in a common area. The next ten minutes were grimly amusing in the same sort of way that you might be amused by watching someone you find annoying take repeated punches to the face. The woman berated the study group with a particularly nasty series of passive-aggressive questions about why you would think that you have the right to touch a book in a common area of a public university. The girl who pulled the book off the shelf apologized profusely for touching a book left on a shelf in a common area of a public university, and satisfied that she had forced a handful of white kids to grovel for the crime of touching the book she left.

Do you remember what Tolkien said about Smaug's reaction to the theft of his cup? An no, I am not referencing the behavior of the Negress.

Goodthinkful and naive though these White students were, and likely still are, the look of servile embarrassment on their faces suggested to me something similar to the classic "this is not what I paid for". How many of these sort of rude and sudden left hooks to the dome will goodthinkful Whites take? The most common answer I get from Alt-Right fellows I've talked to in person is something akin to all the punches, which is puerile, vapid, reflexive, and frankly a little disappointing. This isn't to say that this sort of thing is without precedent, as Leftists are notorious for fleeing the (usually ethnic) destruction which their policies wreak upon their petty enclaves. But what if there's no where else to run?

My prediction, which I will reiterate until we are finally done rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic, is that the closer Leftist institutions get to pushing out all Whites from circles of prestige, the greater the pressure to eject will build within the White Leftist caste. At first, a select few will bridge the gap between conventional Progressive Idealism and the Alt-Right. While I am not casting aspersions per se on Messrs. Kessler and Archer because I do not know them personally, and likely will never meet them face to face where I can draw conclusions for myself, it is none the less increasingly obvious to me that these two are among the first high-profile Leftist converts. It is also very likely true that the earlier converts will more readily assimilate into the organic Alt-Right host culture, but like subsequent generations of immigrants, the Leftist crossover will more and more taint Alt-Right culture in temperament, though probably not philosophically.

If that is true, it is likely that the "conspiracy" angle will ease an otherwise dubious and unlikely transition. Kalergi's prediction about race may be enraging and frightening to those among us who have woken to the precarious situation of our race, culture and nations, but I have yet to meet someone who has read, much less owns, Kalergi's book in any part other than as it is presented as a common image on a certain Cambodian basket-weaving forum. Considering that much of what is believed about the designs oven-dodging coin clutchers have in store for Huwyte people originates with images on 4chan and elsewhere, I reserve any serious judgement beyond my continued insistence that this shit is far less important than any of you really think. The classic quote from the David Rockefeller book being taken wildly out of context and selectively omitting the preceding and following paragraphs is further cause for my reservations about coin clutching cabals.

My reservations, however justified I think they may be, are irrelevant, and for the purposes of the Alt-Right none the less serve as a ready-made, cookie cutter framework recently converted Leftists can conveniently jam themselves into in order to ease the transition from one wing of politics to the other. A less studious conservative might huff and puff at the anti-White invective, and mumble to themselves (ineffectively as well) about how wildly disproportionate the response would be if the slew of anti-White people articles coming out of Salon, HuffPo, et. al. were directed at Jews. To this I say to our humble but unimaginative cuck, worry not! Someday they will. All you have to do is switch the adjectives, and boom! Target adjusted. And how easy these people may someday find it, to put the ovens myth to the test.

This, however, does not solve the problem of White people and quality.

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

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, 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.

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.