The world’s foremost problem
(Part I here, Part II here, Part III here, Part IV here)
“The persistence with which the Jewish-conspiracy myth has been pushed suggests that it may well be a deliberate device to divert attention from the real issues and the real causes.” —Antony Sutton
In The Forest Passage (1951), Ernst Jünger (1895-1998) references Oedipus and the Sphinx to illustrate that the psychic scar tissue obscuring our inmost vitality represents a fear to be overcome, just as the forest is at once a refuge, and a place of deep foreboding.
Jünger was a radical individualist, a believer in the ultimate prerogative of the rarified spirit—in some sense intensely Christian, yet also a Nietzschean relativist of sorts—and it occurred to me when reading him that Heidegger, in contrast, by asking “Why are there beings at all instead of nothing?” took man’s confrontation with the void in the exact opposite direction, i.e., outward. This suicidally literal-minded question is analogous to Nazism’s misspent intensity and titanic hubris.
Perhaps not incidentally, Heidegger was an enthusiastic party member, while Jünger openly disdained the NSDAP, resigning from his WWI veteran’s association when its Jewish members were expelled.
We’ve covered neofascism quite a bit here at Utter Contempt. It certainly has its virtues. It’s highly transgressive, for one. But is it off the plantation? Well, if you buy the kabuki theater that the Mueller investigation is anything other than a tour bus for Biff Tannen to throw his used-up associates under, that Vince McMahon’s sparing partner was in earnest with his Father Coughlin impersonation (only to slip on a banana peel and wind up co-opted by Jared from Subway), or that white nationalism is a real heavy counterweight to DARPA, the Syndicate and the Bank for International Settlements, then you may just be the type who’ll love Red Ice Radio‘s asinine slogan: “The future is the past.”
Don’t get me wrong: I love the alt-right. The destruction of the middle class is inextricable from the war on whites, and the alt-right is the only remotely cogent perspective on this. Every time I open up my web browser to take in a Red Ice podcast, or a Daily Stormer article, I tell myself emphatically, “God bless the Daily Stormer. God bless Red Ice. These people are truly doing God’s work.” And their criticism of Jews is usually, mostly apt. But there are plenty of Jews who aren’t part of the problem, and plenty of the problem that isn’t caused by Jews, and a dyed-in-the-wool alt-right perspective just doesn’t include headspace for nuance. I’ll readily concede that fascism and Nazism are vastly more complex and interesting than mainstream discourse suggests. But the simple fact is, if you can bring yourself to strongly, consistently sympathize with Hitler and to believe his regime essentially “did nothing wrong,” you’re a pawn. You’re part of the problem.
I can already hear the chorus of execration: “We know your game, Jew. You’re just plugging your ethnic interests.” Quite so. Obviously I’m alt-right because I’m half-Aryan. But I’m relieved as hell to have this half-Jewish splinter in my red-pilled eye, because if I didn’t, I’d have been spergging out at Charlottesville with all the other career suicides. Rather than a casual listener, I’d be an outright camp traveller of that real life Eric Cartman, Mike Enoch. I’d be drinking the red Kool-Aid, instead of just wistfully admiring the beads of condensation on the glass. Our impulse as humans beings is to go full retard; fortunately, this retard was born in goggles and an orthopedic bicycle helmet (with a star of David on it.)
Every alt-right webzine has the obligatory post denouncing “(((Hollywood Nazis)))”, bad optics, people who see Jews in their sandwiches, etc., but this all comes with at least a smidgeon of bad faith, because there can be no moderates among pamphleteers. Of course it’s possible to be moderately anti-semitic, but not when you’re podcasting about it, and counter-signaling ol’ Cletus McJergens just shows disdain for your intended audience. But then, we’re talking about a movement that distributes its redpills exclusively via the matrix. The cybernetic panopticon can only free your mind so much. It’s far more efficient if that’s not really your goal. What do we really want here online, giving so much of our energy away for free? Freedom? Or just excuses?
For example, the following pile of garble from Patreon panhandler Chateau Heartiste (I’m a fan, but I’m not going to go easy on him here):
Ted Colt notices,
“One needn’t look further than a Wikipedia article describing NeoConservative history to comprehend the connection between neocons & free trade
EVERY! FUCKING! TIME!
If your Alt-Right brand isn’t ‘anti-semitic’ then you’re not alt-right”
I prefer the more accurate term of art “countersemitic”. (The ADL, unsurprisingly, does not.) We are countering the malicious agenda of a hostile minority intent on drowning us in foreign invaders, trite consumerism, backbreaking debt, endless interventionist wars, and basically anything that destroys the historical and cultural bonds of the majority’s community, neighborhood, town, and nation.
Wow. Ted Colt, huh? “Branding,” while bitching about consumerism. “No further than Wikipedia,” indeed. (Isn’t that a Jew-run outfit?) It tires me to argue with this middle-school caliber copy-pasta, to rattle off litanies of phenomena that are driving world events, other than a conspicuous handful of Jews being wealthy, disgusting, and politically active; or to point out that Zionists are about as sinister as every other foreign and domestic grifter-set milling around, raining bukake on the bloated, insensate pudding vagina we have for a system in this country, hoping the next queef out of Congress will blow their direction.
What has been analogized to humor can be analogized to so-called game: you can dissect a frog, but the thing dies in the process. And of course, if sincerity doesn’t work for you, the problem isn’t your tactics, it’s you. If you have to ask, you’ll never know, and Chateau caters to a readership that’s always asking. That’s the problem with alt-media, it’s like couple’s therapy, the point is to pay the therapist. So what do I care about some vindictive little self-help feed for beta-anons with anxious delusions of Clevon-like virility?
Well, anthropologically-speaking, what interests me here is that Chateau’s JQ-woke Aspergers is obviously cribbed without blinking from Kevin MacDonald, the evolutionary psychologist [in]famous for his thesis that Judaism is a “group evolutionary strategy” aimed at subverting Gentile host societies. Now, I’m no fancy-pants evolutionary psychologist, but if by “group evolutionary strategy” we mean anything that involves, you know, not being legally handicapped and regularly massacred for twenty centuries at a stretch everywhere from Malaga to Mosul (plus a millennium of cousin marriage, which is evidently bad for selection) then the suggestion that Judaism is a “group evolutionary strategy” is ridiculous on its face. I’m happy to hear out any conspiracy theory, but if your culprit is evolutionary psychology, then you’re getting a bit ahead of yourself. It’s not that you can’t fill in a few important blanks with this theory, it’s just that, in the big picture, it doesn’t explain nearly so much of what it purports to, e.g., “foreign invaders, trite consumerism, backbreaking debt, endless interventionist wars, and basically anything that destroys the historical and cultural bonds of the majority’s community, neighborhood, town, and nation.” Who else but Jews could’ve been the ruin of a nation founded by lawyers, speculators, mercantilists and Dr. Johnson’s “drivers of negroes”? I wonder.
If nothing else, however, what you might take from MacDonald’s work is that inter-ethnic enmity is a two-way street—especially if you’ve been fire-hosed your entire life with the liberal narrative of perennial white guilt. But his thesis is the exact inverse of that, so the street is still one-way:
With his thousand-year-old mercantile dexterity he is far superior to the still helpless, and above all boundlessly honest, Aryans…. While he seems to overflow with ‘enlightenment,’ ‘progress,’ ‘freedom,’ ‘humanity,’ etc., he himself practices the severest segregation of his race…. His ultimate goal in this stage is the victory of ‘democracy’…. It is most compatible with his requirements; for it excludes the personality and puts in its place the majority characterized by stupidity, incompetence, and last but not least, cowardice….
….und so weiter. I guess a plurality’s better than a full majority. (As for boundless honesty, that point can probably best be disputed by the Plains Indians. Or Thucydides, or Chaucer, or Shakespeare, or Dale Carnegie. Was PT Barnum of Hebrew descent, or just the bearded lady?)
The full-retard anti-semite will usually balk at being associated with Hitler, calling it a libel although he agrees with der führer entirely. But I didn’t just quote Mein Kampf in order to associate Kevin MacDonald with the Austrian corporal—there’d be no need for that. Rather, I’m quoting Hitler in order to provide the smidgeon of contrast necessary for pointing out how incredibly innovative and thoughtful a theory like MacDonald’s would be, in spite of every flaw—if it was original. But it isn’t. On the contrary, it’s the most recycled theory of history in all of history. If you stumbled upon it as if upon a revelation, and felt your scattered erudition suddenly bundle itself tightly into a faggot (or fasces, if you prefer) of clarity and purpose, then you may as well be holding a bouquet of balloons there, luftmensch.
Perhaps for this reason, the utility of this shibboleth is not lost on up-and-coming merch-pimps, aspiring alt-media gadflies and PayPal/Patreon panhandlers. Getting slapped on an ADL hate list is now marketable martyrdom, such that cookie-cutter manifestos and Hitlerian little memoirs of awakening are regularly produced by non-entities as varied as (for example) Roosh V and Squatting Slav. The former, a self-styled manosphere pick-up artist, writes prolifically at a seventh-grade reading level about his sexual encounters on the road in developing countries. Undoubtedly by mawwing the requisite JQ-dribblings, he was able to secure a time slot to hustle his fetid, unedited self-publishings one year at Richard Spencer’s NPI conference (a controlled-opp termite’s nest if ever there was one), despite being a patently non-white immigrant with a beady-eyed sociopath’s countenance. Squatting Slav, meanwhile, hawks hoodies on a satirical pan-Slavic FB meme-page that can claim the minor feat of having gained a few hundred-thousand former-Yugoslav followers, not only despite their own intractable enmities but in spite of the admin’s unabashed Serb-posting. Apparently unaware (or unashamed) of the arming of the Serbs by Israel during the 1990s, and of the singularly barbaric WWII massacres perpetrated against his people by and with the support of the Nazis, even Mr. Squat could not get past the apparent need to clear the air by regurgitating the MacDonald-redux of their theories into a handful of v-log tutorials. Because you can’t fully appreciate repetitive jokes about rakia and pickled tomatoes without being JQ-woke, I guess.
Then there’s wall-eyed Lana Lokteff of Red Ice Radio (I actually enjoy her work, though I won’t go easier on her here than I have on Chateau Heartiste), whose antipathy to all things yiddish is such that she is able to read rootless cosmopolism into the Hasmonean revolt against the Seleucids, recounting it as an instance of Jewish meddling in the sovereign prerogatives of Gentiles (ROFL.) With logic like this being pervasive on the alt-right, one is entitled to ask whether JQ-spergers is the punchbowl, or the turd—which brings us back to Chateau Heartiste, in an essay defending kid-fucking:
Say what you will about Roy Moore, at least his girls agreed to date him (even if they retconned a discomfort 40 years later). The Synagogue of Seediness doesn’t bother with the formality of mutual agreement, they just passive-aggressively jam tongues down throats “to rehearse our lines”.
Of course, Chateau absolutely condones those tactics (that’s half of what his blog is about— assuming the sale) unless the perp is tribal—the latter reference being to Al Franken, who at least targeted grown women. But if this twerp really believes his forever hypothetical 14-year old daughter would be qualified to give Roy Moore consent, you’ve at least got to commend his intra-Gentile solidarity.
But this is all just grist for the infotainment landfill. What do a bazillion YouTube views and Twitter followers really add up to? Just look at the Charlottesville dumpster fire of mouth-breathing self-abusers and agents provocateurs, with Richard Spencer condemning violence in a therapeutic lilt as cops and revelers died of tidbit-nipply passive aggression gotten out of hand, and his associates went to jail. Even if he’s a fed (or a lizard person or an ancient alien) so what? You may not consider him your personal führer (who really consciously has leaders nowadays, anyway? The whole reason we have the internet is for distancing and plausible deniability) but the fact is, Spencer’s as alt-right/WN as it gets—and the sum total of his activity is to expose himself and a half-dozen sycophants to jeering and tomato throwing at huge cost to municipal resources. He’s nothing more than Milo with street-cred. Pure clownworld—or worse, the apotheosis of Nietzsche’s “worm-eaten men” to compliment clownworld.
Can it really be the case that the bulk of alt-right people don’t remember the aughts? A mere ten, twelve years ago we were finding out on obscure websites and YouTube channels that a cabal deep inside corporate and government elite circles had murdered 3,000 Americans on September 11th as part of a nefarious long-term agenda. Clearly this agenda is anti-white, in part. Clearly this cabal is disproportionately made up of Jews. But if you think that Judaism is what their agenda is all about, you don’t have a beam in your eye, you have your eye in a beam.
One of the Delphic maxims was “When you are a stranger, act as one.” This is not about cultural relativism or individualism. It means that we can only measure the unfamiliar by our own experience. To approach others as best we can on their terms is to abide by the golden rule. Julius Evola once said, “[A] woman who is perfectly woman is superior to a man who is imperfectly man, just as a farmer who is faithful to his land and performs his work perfectly is superior to a king who cannot do his own work.” To be red-pilled, for the intellectually low-caliber, is to be appalled, over and over, that the system is against you, and to be upset, and point the blame. But even the intellectually or racially or socially inferior deserve to be measured only against their best selves. And whatever you may think of Jewish leftists, lobbyists, pornographers, and tech oligarchs, a Jew you don’t know is a stranger to you, and if you can’t regard a stranger with the forbearance the Delphic maxim demands—or bear the malfeasance of a confirmed enemy with an ordered mind and a basic cognizance of his humanity—then your pronouncements about what ought to or shouldn’t be are meaningless.
As Jünger puts it in The Forest Passage:
An assault on the inviolability, on the sacredness of the home, would have been impossible in old Iceland in the way it was carried out in 1933, among a million inhabitants of Berlin, as a purely administrative measure. A laudable exception deserves mention here, that of a young social democrat who shot down half a dozen so-called auxiliary policemen at the entrance of his apartment. He still partook of the substance of the old Germanic freedom, which his enemies only celebrated in theory…. Naturally, he did not get this from his party’s manifesto….
But he sure as shit didn’t get it from Mein Kampf, and you’re not gonna get it from Kevin MacDonald, either. How many people on the alt-right are the “so-called auxiliary policemen, celebrating in theory” and how many are the young social democrat? To ask the question is to answer it.