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Fictional Reality

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Fash the Nation bills itself as a deep-dive investigative podcast on corruption in high places. Its hosts crib a lot of their material (often without attribution) from real investigative journalists like Whitney Webb and James Corbett, merely adding their own anti-semitic commentary. The left-libertarian conspiracy sphere (for lack of a better term) represented by the likes of Webb and Corbett certainly does not ignore Jewish power, but unlike FTN, they aren’t anti-semitic in the sense of portraying public corruption as something essentially Jewish, or the Jews as the ultimate source of the world’s ills.

Assuming that you are familiar with both the neo-Nazi The Right Stuff network (which hosts FTN) and the left-libertarian conspiracy sphere, ask yourself: if you had to choose between following only one or the other, which would leave you more informed and give you a more accurate picture of reality? Obviously, the ones doing their own reporting are more reliable than the ones merely commenting on it. And those voices who critique corrupt power of every variety, including but not limited to Jewish power, are better relied on than those voices that solely critique Jews whether powerful or not.

The Right Stuff is led by an apparently crypto-Jewish neo-Nazi called Mike Peinovich, a kind of Inspector Javert whose Jean Valjean is the Jews. This dour, single-minded blob of a man is a microcosm of Nazism itself: given to reductionism and rank sentimentality, and highly resourceful when it comes to skewering low-hanging fruit and arraigning straw men. His whole podcasting oeuvre is a selective attention fallacy, based around ad hominem arguments highlighting the hypocrisies of individual Jews on Twitter (among other platforms.) Needless to say, anyone can perform this trick, which can be aimed at any group of people, because social media functions as a substrate for the vilest and most capricious psychology of its users. Here’s Peinovich’s entire strategy laid bare:

In other words, ad hominem. Focus the entire dialogue solely on the person of your interlocutor.

Propaganda is a confidence game. Its aim is to have you believe that what you see through the con man’s looking glass is the whole of reality. Mike Peinovich and the TRS network are running a con game when it comes to the question of Jews and Zionism. Among other things, he would have his minions believe the following:

(1) Cynicism and public corruption were all but invented by Jews and are impossible without them.

(2) Europe and America were idyllic places free of noteworthy ethnic and political divisions until Jews contrived them.

(3) In any conflict involving Jews, Jews are always the initiators and aggressors. All others are innocent.

(4) Any achievement by Jews is gained by subterfuge and not by merit.

(5) If a Jew expresses an opinion in public, it is part of an orchestrated campaign by Jews that was planned in advance and coordinated with other Jews solely for the detriment of non-Jews.

(6) Jews, uniquely among nations, are individually and collectively responsible for any misdeed of their individual co-ethics.

(7) Any online thought-trend that reflects poorly on the alt-right or its fellow travelers is contrived with the sole purpose of tarring them by association. (As an example of this, Peinovich and his straight-men are now claiming that “Queers for Palestine is a gayop [i.e., a psyop] designed to make conservatives hate the pro-Palestine movement,” as if pro-Palestine sentiment would be widespread among radcons if not for this obscure outfit. One look at Queers for Palestine’s early demonstrations and you can see that this sort of thing is quite endemic to Berkeley. The suggestion that it is relevant, much less “designed,” is risible.)

Of course, these propositions are ridiculous and patently indefensible, and when confronted with them in their nakedness no one will quite confess to believing them. But no one who takes Mike Peinovich and The Right Stuff network to have a shred of credibility can fail to believe them.

Peinovich is lately gloating on Telegram that Jews care about his opinion:

I’m not aware exactly which “gayop purity spirals” he’s referring to here. Surely you’d have to look under a rock with a magnifying glass to find them. But obviously, Peinovich had to huff and puff about Jews for years before any Jews began to concern themselves with him. There is a name for this kind of behavior, so that when Peinovich accuses Jews of trying to enlist gentiles to fight their battles for them, he is projecting in the most classic sense.

And this trope about a cowardly Israel, hiding behind technology and American largesse, actually crumbles under scrutiny. In an earlier time, it would be akin to claiming that a city under siege is full of cowards because they’ve enlisted outside support or are using a wall. Israeli Jews are a minority in a region of the world where minorities normally do not fare well. They have formidable enemies poised on their northern and southern borders, with a history of sadistic operations against their women, children, and elderly. However you feel about Zionism, these are basic facts. No one who is living in reality can deny them in the slightest.

Israeli troops and police in east Jerusalem and the West Bank regularly confront large throngs of Palestinian rioters, nearly all of them military-age men who outnumber them by a hundred to one. Israeli commandoes regularly go undercover to carry out assassinations in Arab cities. The bravery this requires is almost impossible to conceive. And yet, if you were to take Mike Peinovich’s word, you would know none of this.

When confronted with the impression he knowingly and inevitably propagates, the likes of Peinovich will of course revert to nuance and semantic hair-splitting, but in the absence of such scrutiny he will continue to propagate it. That impression is, essentially, that Jews qua Jews—all of them—are a force for unparalleled, preternatural evil. There is only one conclusion to be drawn by anyone who believes this. To demure that this is peaceful activism is totally dishonest. Mike Peinovich and his obstreperous colleagues are sadomasochists, surreptitiously deriving pleasure both from victimology, and from fantasies of omnipotence and revenge. They want innocent blood, and when they break the damn of mainstream revulsion, they will deserve an answer.

It’s All So Tiresome

“One cannot fault God for creating different races of people.” —Ferdowsi

Let’s assume, for the sake of argument, that no Jews were slaughtered in gas chambers during WWII, and that far fewer than six million died in Nazi captivity. Even so: does any serious person believe that mass persecution of Jews did not take place under the Nazis? That loads of Jewish civilians were not massacred on the eastern front in perfect accordance with the clearest, most intrinsic worldview of Nazism? That the internment of (at the very least) millions of people, without respect of individual guilt or innocence, under conditions that a large proportion of them died from, was at all justifiable? Of course, no serious person believes any of this. And that is how you know that the “dissident right” is fundamentally unserious.

A disclaimer before I go on: when I say that the dissident right is unserious, I do not mean that they have no serious grievances, that they have no serious arguments, or that they have no serious impact. What I mean is that they’re intellectually dishonest. Okay?

Posted here below, for your consideration, are pictures of three activists who have risked career and reputation to expose the wholesale deception undergirding the international COVID biosecurity regime:

Can you guess what else these three have in common? I suppose you can. Now, posted here below for your consideration are pictures of three dissidents, each of whom has shilled for the biosecurity regime from its inception, and each of whom either continues to do so, or else now actively avoids the subject:

To be clear: I’m not saying you must love Jews, or that wignats are wrong about everything. Rather, I’m saying that people, and the world, are a great deal more complicated than these guys’ habitual narrative structure would have you believe.

I’m also saying that they’re shady. For example: what’s stopping GoDaddy from nuking TRS? I’m not saying this should happen—unlike the ADL (and TRS) I believe that people who disagree with me have the right to freedom of expression. Rather, I’m asking why it hasn’t happened, over the course of the worst half-decade of censorship and ideological witch-hunting in the history of the internet. Could it have anything to do with TDS shilling the coof? With FTN repackaging Whitney Webb as the Protocols for safe diffusion down febrile alleyways? With the Paranormies shilling flat-earth lead paint chips while Dissident Mag reminds you not to pay attention to 5G “conspiracies”? (The last time I called them out for this, they went back and edited the article.)

This week, they’re pleasuring themselves with schadenfreude over the latest round of fighting in Israel. Today on Telegram, Woods, Striker, Enoch and other Nazi accounts (I use the term strictly for its aptness) are having a go at Milo over his characteristically manic noises in support of the Jews. I’ll be the last to defend Milo, but if the Jews are everything these Nazis say they are, one would think such low-hanging fruit could be disregarded.

genocide bad….
….except when

But of course the alt-right needs low-grade enemies like Milo. If they had to explain how Alex Berenson or Glenn Greenwald or any number of Jewish private citizens are furthering the aims of global oligarchy, they’d be out of business. Watch as Mike Peinovich conceals the enemy-of-my-enemy principal behind phony, opportunistic universalism:

Does anyone who breathes through their nostrils believe this demagogue is given to humane consistency when it comes to justice for putative victims of colonialism? Nazis are the mirror image of every tendency, real or imagined, they deplore in the Jews. They have no principals higher than biological determinism, and might makes right. This, and not its supposed Jewish origin, is the source of alt-right unease with Christianity. No one who puts forward the hackneyed argument that Christianity begot liberalism seriously believes that the world in 2021 would not look very different if we were living in a Christian society.

Prior to WWII, there were a lot of assimilated and half-breed Jews in Europe who regarded Judaism and yiddishkeit as something senile and embarrassing, for many of the same reasons that I do. A lot of those people wound up in Israel after the war. Suffice it to say that the KMac hypothesis cannot possibly explain this.

Anarcho-Tyranny: Celebrity Criminal Says Obey the Government

40 days in ICU is a long of time for pneumonia—which can be caused by a lot of things. It beggars belief that this guy was healthy the day before. And if COVID even occasionally required indefinite O2 post-hospital, then with supposedly millions of cases, you’d expect to see a lot more mall-walkers sporting O2 tanks.

But imagine being a paycheck-cashing, taxpaying employee of Megacorp Studios, living in the ‘burbs, doing Liberty Mutual commercials for little yid handouts, and still calling yourself a “gangsta.” Imagine what you have to believe to take the position this “gangsta” is taking here, e.g., that Bill Gates is “devoting his efforts to public health”; that “surging case rates” are based on reliable testing; that the admitted, total ineffectiveness of “public health measures” after nearly a year are due solely to your skepticism. And that anecdotal evidence settles this.

Imagine how little the system thinks of us, to impose this tyranny, then send a celebrity criminal out to admonish us to obey the government.

How to Kill Christ

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I.

Stalin supposedly said, “Gratitude is for dogs.” I’ve always thought there was great truth in that, and have always felt dirty and guilty for thinking so. I mean, how can gratitude be for dogs when everybody knows that an ingrate is despicable? But gratitude and ingratitude are not opposites. It may be despicable to spurn kindness and generosity, but no true act of kindness or generosity is ever committed for the sake of receiving gratitude in return.

So why be generous or kind? Out of a desire (it seems to me) to participate in another person’s happiness. Gratitude is generic, perfunctory. Appreciation, on the other hand, is idiosyncratic, and the way to be appreciated is by the peculiar things we do for others. So the proper response to kindness or generosity is not to be grateful, but to be happy, and thus appreciative.

The same is true of good fortune itself—a blessing, a windfall, a narrow escape. The point is to see it for just what it is, and be glad; to change our ways, perhaps. But not to grovel and scrape. This is what I’ve come to realize about devotional worship. It’s all performative. What God would want us to take our time away from gladness, from self-improvement, from kindness, generosity, and appreciation, in order to lower ourselves to the dust? 

For many years I tried to be a Jew. But I am not a Jew. I tried to be a Christian, but I am not a Christian either, not exactly. Next I thought I might be a pagan, but I’m also not entirely a pagan.

From time to time readers and colleagues chide me for being “inconsistent,” for not being committed to an ideology, as if we must be simultaneously bound by everything we’ve ever said or done. As if we don’t wake up feeling one way and go to bed feeling another. It’s all so pretentious, so tiresome—this moral arrogance of faith and ideology. I cannot know what I cannot know, and I’d rather not be in a position of having to tolerate anybody telling me things that they don’t know either. The only criteria that interest me anymore are good and evil, reason and unreason, worth my time or not worth my time. If you’re trying to trap or denounce me with my words, you’re making me into your criterion. Will you then be “consistent,” forevermore?

II.

I have never tried to make money from this blog. Not even a tip jar.

The minute you make your ideas a commodity, they forfeit their power. This is especially true online, where every personality is beholden to a platform, and a public beyond. Granted, it would be more difficult for me to blog without WordPress, but even if I had a million readers, I’ve not made myself an avatar here. It’s just words on a pseudonymous webpage.

This is why I’ve never vlogged or appeared on podcasts. Those media are more dynamic than the written word (more fleeting, more lost in the ether) and their dynamism comes at the cost of ever greater symbiosis with the medium. If this blog is taken down tomorrow, oh well. It’s just graffiti on a bathroom stall. It’s not my name. It’s not my image. It’s not a business or a brand. I’ve not forfeited that kind of energy to the internet.

III.

The so-called hard problem of consciousness is sometimes cited in support of belief in God. It refers to the fact that we don’t know where consciousness comes from. We may know all about neurology, brain chemistry and the like, we may be able to discover the every natural mechanism and process, but scientific inquiry cannot really show us the true source of perception, of feeling and awareness.

In Matthew 18:18, Jesus says that whatever is bound on earth will be bound in heaven, and whatever is loosed on earth will be loosed in heaven. We’re accustomed to thinking of heaven as the afterlife, and it may be. But Matthew 18:18 is much more readily comprehensible if we think of heaven as the metaphysical realm, co-terminus with the mundane, material one; a supra-temporal canopy of memory, perception, reputation, where every physical phenomenon has an emotional and conceptual analogue. This is the firmament to which we are “bound” by our choices, our sins, our good deeds, our triumphs, joys, fears, and regrets.

A good analogy for such a concept of Jesus’s kingdom is the internet. Your data, your social media avatar, your online reputation, the emanation of information this way and that, the abstracted interplay of thoughts and feelings pinging about the little labyrinths of software systems. The ways they get lost; the ways they get found. A Jewish teaching that I particularly like is that everything—everything—is written by God in one great book. The reason why the internet—the world wide web—is a good analogy for metaphysics is because it is metaphysics: artificial metaphysics. That’s what metadata collection, social media, AI, IoT, 5G, transhumanism, the Great Reset, Agenda 21 and all this kind of shit is about. It’s about the power to see, record, inventorize… everything. It’s an attempt at the total usurpation of all metaphysical power, from the level of the individual man, ad astra.

It’s deicide.

Thrift Shops for Spiritual Hipsters

you can fit so many icons in this bad boy

Fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom

Even at my most youthful, arrogant and anti-religious, I never really stopped believing this. Though the three Abrahamic faiths are too convoluted and implicated in mortal foibles for me to settle on any one of them, I’ve always been averse, not to paganism or magic per se, but to hubris, dark arts and left-hand ideologies. Particularly, in this connection, I’ve long felt that the reactionary argument (best summarized by Yeats, if I’m not mistaken) connecting Christianity directly to liberalism is quite shallow. And it is, except when it isn’t.

I often encounter liberal friends and colleagues, and I’ve come to realize that what they have in common is that they hate themselves. The milieu has its alphas and its omegas, to be sure, and everyone consoles him or herself with rectitude to a greater or lesser degree—but at bottom, for whites at least (there are no non-white liberals) liberalism is a form of self-abnegation. 

Meanwhile, there seems to be a resurgence of interest nowadays in Eastern Orthodoxy among right-wingers. I used to follow a lot of alt-Orthodox accounts on Twitter and Facebook. About a year ago I saw a post that ran roughly as follows:

“Pray for me! My wife has apostatized and left with my step-daughter. I received a notification from a lawyer that she is filing for divorce. I miss my step-daughter terribly! I tried so hard to keep my wife in the fold, but she was not strong enough” etc., etc.

I felt bad for the guy, of course. But something about this marriage sounded strange. I mean, first off: why do you only have a step-daughter? The Bible says be fruitful and multiply, bro. I’m pretty sure you’re allowed to stop fellating God long enough to accomplish this. Perhaps God  doesn’t even want this? Hymns, candles, liturgies, etc…. It’s all very nice, but perhaps there’s just an understanding God wants us to attain and try to imbue our actions with. That seems to me to be the whole message of Christ.

So I could see how the holy-rolling husband made himself a huge pain in the ass. But by itself, that’s probably not enough to repulse a wife. Rather, taking on a groveling aspect is not conducive to manhood. Like liberalism, it’s passive aggressive, a way of indulging self-loathing, of valorizing a weak chin. Obviously, hedonism wrecks people, and I’m not advocating it. I’m all for Christian continence, to a degree. But how TF are you allowing yourself social media (which is real poison) and not raw-dogging the wife? The only way that makes sense is if your religion is for show.

I know the Orthodox response to this is probably that homeboy was doing it wrong, that the Bible indeed commands us to be fruitful, that Jesus in the Sermon on the Mount says not to make a parade out of piety, etc. But Christianity is nothing if not utterly sexless. And what’s a sacral procession? It’s literally a parade.

Does the trinity make any sense at all? How about communion? You know, the blood wine and the flesh bread? Either that all makes zero fucking sense whatsoever, or you have to be way smarter than everyone to comprehend it, in which case you’re damn sure not receiving the kingdom like a little child. If God is logos, i.e., universal reason, then why am I being told that I must believe things that make no fucking sense?

I’ve been reading the Old Testament my entire life, and the New for the last five years or so. My wife is nominally Orthodox. We have young children, and I’ve been looking to inculcate them in a tradition that emphatically teaches (among other, related things) that faggotry is a sickness. So I tried getting into Orthodoxy over the past few months, and what I’ve found is just as much idolatry as there is in Judaism. In particular, converts to Orthodoxy in modern America (usually about half the congregation) are invariably obsessed with authenticity. It’s hipsterism grown old, with the insufferable knit-picking about 80s movies and musical subgenera re-canned and transferred over to theology and apologetics.

Jay Dyer is a perfect example of this. Don’t get me wrong: I appreciate and recommend his conspiracy lectures, and even some of his philosophy stuff. But he’s totally glib. Paul Krugman couldn’t be more smug. Dyer has found the thing, and can hold forth literally for hours about why he’s smarter than you. That’s what apologetics amounts to. And it has to be a facade, because (as with liberalism) the suggestion is always that downloading and then going through life insisting on some horribly circuitous reasoning is akin to having a woke third eye. In both cases, it’s purely performative.

Nationalism as Nihilism

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Is this tradition?

Over the past year or so, the most apt and philosophically grounded alt-right content by far has been from Keith Woods. Yet his worldview also demonstrates the paucity of political imagination from this milieu. This is perfectly encapsulated in a horrible little listicle he just published over at Radix Journal.

In “The Coming Decline of Globalism,” Woods lists his reasons why nationalists should be hopeful that liberalism is dying. It’s a Gordian knot of dead-ends and clichés: the rise of populism is touted. The internet is held up as a harbinger of decentralization. The decline of the United States is forecast hopefully. The Putin kleptocracy is hailed as a religious revival, dystopian China’s vast human ant farm as a bastion of “tradition.”

The first item on Woods’s list is China’s reintegration of Hong Kong: “In many ways, Hong Kong is symbolic of the western international order. It has little identity or culture to speak of beyond being a city state ruled by financial interests for financial interests.” Identity. What an absolute vacuum of a word. This is typical alt-right question-begging. Exactly how is “identity” or “nationalism” an antidote to neoliberalism? When it’s convenient, neoliberalism conjures nationalism all over the world (the Balkans, the Caucasus, the subcontinent, the South China Sea, among American blacks) and offers a plethora of a la carte identities, of which alt-right dilettantism is a perfect example.

Woods goes on: “In fact, [Hong Kong’s] lack of a real identity is precisely its identity, the kind of anti-identity that characterizes the spaces where neoliberalism finds its truest expression.” Again: what the fuck is “identity”? Are global financial interests really inimical to it? China is the murky boiler room of global financial elites—nothing that destabilizes it is good for them. It’s also a testing ground for the infrastructure of automated social control, which is a favorite predilection of global oligarchs. The riots in Hong Kong saw people attacking that infrastructure. That’s a good thing.

But for Woods to address the fact that China is imposing with hard power the same AI dystopia that Euro-Atlantic elites are ushering in using soft power (and that the two sides collude extensively) would disrupt this neat paradigm where neoliberalism represents pure disorder (rather than managed chaos) and statism is a good in itself, so long as it is cheaply predicated on some Potemkin “identity.” For if neoliberalism is the opposite of statism, then neoliberalism is wholly systemic, a permutation, and its increasing authoritarianism need not be taken seriously as the product of deliberate policymaking informed by a guiding vision.

Woods’s views are even less well-considered when it comes to economics. He says that “China has demonstrated that economic development and innovation can be achieved without democracy and liberalism.” Putting aside the issues of pirated technology and (more importantly) who China’s customers are: has China demonstrated that development and innovation can be achieved without sprawling, neo-Dickensian charnel houses? Without a pervasive, dystopian AI minder state? Without ecological destruction unprecedented in scale? Without centralization of power in ways that destroy everything local, seasonal, and traditional? Without cultural homogenization across vast areas? Without the targeted destruction of traditional cultures and nations (like the Uyghurs and Tibetans) through mass migration, forced intermarriage and horrific anti-natal policies?

On the contrary: China, like America, has proved that economic development inevitably produces all of those things. Yet democracy and liberalism are the only explanations Woods has for them, because he has nothing to say about them unless they occur in the West. “Economic development and innovation” here is just a euphemism for state capitalism, and if you look at who put up the seed money for Apple and Google and Oracle you’ll find the exact same thing. But whether it takes hold on the eastern or western model, the Lorax end-result is the same. Woods goes on to claim that “Without the force of American unipolar hegemony and the expansive dominance of rootless international finance capital, tradition and identity can again assert itself.” Again: what the fuck is “tradition”? The decline of the United States is a stage, not in the decline of capitalism, but in the “expansive dominance of rootless international finance capital” itself.

I’m not trying to be a lefty deconstructicon here. I’m not saying identity and tradition don’t exist. But terms are meaningless without clear definitions—and they’re even more meaningless when they’re given fake, insipid definitions by gangsters with air forces, regardless of how much those guys counter-signal the Pentagon.

Accordingly, though he offers no positive vision or definition of “identity” and “tradition,” what Woods will accept as compatible with these concepts is all kitsch. “[The Hagia’s Sofia’s] place as a museum was a symbol of Ataturk’s vision of a secular, westernizing Turkey. Its reversion to a Mosque is a rejection of this vision, another bold assertion of a primordial national and religious identity against the infestation of the identity-less, consumer friendly spaces of neoliberalism.” I’m also inclined to favor Erdogan’s taking Turkey in a more independent direction, but the restoration of the Hagia Sofia to a mosque is not a gesture to the West but part of a power struggle within the dar-el Islam—which is an aggressive, international force that has always sought to homogenize cultures and territories, and in the end it is no less vulnerable to modernity and increasingly cheap self-reinvention than anything else we might cherish as “tradition.” If it represented a threat to neoliberalism (or neoliberalism to it) there would be no mass-migration of Muslims into Europe.

Then there’s the astounding ignorance Woods brings to the subject of Russia:

Russia’s transformation from a failed state of demoralized people subjected to the worst effects of liberal governance and privatization in the early 1990’s to the independent, religious and nationalist state it is today looks like a potential best case scenario for other western countries looking to what comes after globalization.

This is pure fantasy. Russia’s fortunes today rise and fall at the behest of Congress and the Saudi oil ministry only slightly less than in 1995. “[T]he worst effects of liberal governance and privatization [of] the early 1990’s” are still haunting Russia in the form of a debauched hereditary oligarchy that made its fortunes as a direct result of those policies. Among its most shameless members is the head of the Russian Orthodox Church, a noted cigarette smuggler and unrepentant communist stoolie. And while this monk lives in opulence, profaning the name of God by ratifying every filthy act of the government, his country’s life expectancy (and church attendance) is among the lowest of any developed country, its rate of abortion, drug abuse and single-mother households among the highest. While his associates keep their money offshore, Putin robs public pensions and imposes exorbitant new taxes on even the smallest personal savings accounts, year after year. This self-styled protector of Syrian Christianity enables a sharia-mafia state to flourish within Russia’s borders—not just in Chechnya, but in every major Russian city where Chechen criminals enjoy commodities monopolies with the connivance of the FSB. He uses Muslim mercenaries to attack his Christian neighbors in Georgia and Ukraine. And his attack on the latter country—not just his support for separatists in the east but his totally gratuitous and counter-productive takeover of Crimea, a display of vulgar impunity for its own sake—directly caused the first schism within the Orthodox Church since 1096 and has dredged up bad blood between Slavs that may never fully heal.

This is identity?

Woods cannot even say what this word means for any practical purpose. So while his critique of liberalism is engaging and well-read, harkening back to the finest alt-right content circa 2010-2015, his overall worldview has no principles other than might makes right, so long as the might in question is not shrewd but pretentiously aesthetic or shamelessly domineering. This is mere vindictive, nihilistic opposition to liberalism. It can make no objection (on principal or otherwise) to the IMF-style Chinese takeover of poor East European and Central Asian countries, or the venal thievery of oriental strongmen, which they cover over with fake appeals to national mythology while they send their kids to Switzerland for school and Germany for doctor’s appointments. It cannot defend free inquiry, due process, a single religion to the exclusion of others, nor even religion itself; nor any of the principles that made the West unique. Indeed, it sees individualism and liberty not as principles to be harmonized with communalism and duty, but as slogans to be rejected peremptorily in absolute favor of the opposite slogans. Yet it cannot even decide between populism and autocracy. It’s not a “third position.” It’s not any kind of position.

It’s nothing.

Wear the Mask, Bigot

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“TRS retweeted”

I had an instructor in professional school, a black woman, who used to arbitrarily hand out low grades to smart white students. (No—not just to me.) She would always gerrymander the topic of race into her lectures, too. It was very annoying. Essentially, this person lived and breathed negritude. She had a software system in her brain that not only scanned constantly for certain signs, but could make totally unrelated signs fit the patterns her software was designed to uncover. This is the kind of thing I have always seen going on with the JQ on the alt-right:

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You’re more than welcome to take a look at the thread that Enoch here is retweeting from. You may notice a few things. First, Zach Goldberg does not have a blue checkmark. He’s not a public personality. For a private person, 12.9K followers is nothing to sneeze at, but his word is no more consequential than Enoch’s is at 14.3K. Second, where does Zach Goldberg “blame whites for the problem”? I don’t see it. Third—who is “everybody clapping”? The reactions to Goldberg’s thread seem to mostly be from Joe Rogan bro types. For them, the information presented is novel indeed. So what’s more likely? That Goldberg is appropriating white nationalist narratives because he’s a Jew who wants to co-opt pro-white audiences? But that would be Mike Enoch’s job. Zach Goldberg, on the other hand, is obviously just a derpy centrist who’s late to these insights.

When you commit yourself to narrow activism, you have to die on that hill, and there will be times that you have to make a lawyerly argument, to obfuscate, to filibuster and demagogue. It takes no great powers of perception to pick up on the fact that Mike Enoch is a master of this. But what this little example with the Zach Goldberg retweet reveals is that Enoch also has no problem concocting the purest, most blatant lies and putting them in front of his audience.

A couple weeks ago I was listening to an FTN podcast, and within the first ten minutes, one of the presenters, referring disdainfully to conspiracy theories about COVID-19, says, “If you can convince me that Bill Gates is Jewish, I’ll believe this conspiracy.”

Putting aside the fact that in the current year, of course Jewish plutocrats are involved in a ruling class conspiracy, FTN here encapsulates my whole problem with alt-right JQ memes. Bill Gates is fucking shady. COVID-19 is shady. The government’s whole response to it is shady. It’s obviously a huge psyop. Yet in the (apparent) absence of Jews ex machina, none of this interests FTN. Months after they happened, TRS podcasters are still disparaging the anti-lockdown protests (~45:10) in terms resembling those used by liberal pundits. NPI/Radix is likewise still treating COVID-conspiracy theory dismissively (~38:00). This isn’t just a difference of opinion about the numbers. It’s moral support for a plutocrat agenda from people who brand themselves as dissidents.

Here’s another example, this one from James Allsup: “Easily Falsifiable 5G Conspiracies are a Hamster Wheel for White People.” Well of course an “easily falsifiable” conspiracy theory is a trap—for anyone who falls for it. But that’s not what Allsup means. TRS has internalized MSM tactics, which (again) they have an obvious talent for. So the point of an article like this is not to separate the wheat from the chaff when it comes to 5G conspiracy theories. It’s to plant a suggestive seed in the minds of unwary followers that some (pretend) authority says you’re a moron if you’re giving consideration to any 5G conspiracy theories. Yet 5G is a critical tool of an incoming system of totalitarian control. You only have to look at the facts. Why would these self-styled dissidents want to discourage that?

They do the same thing with 9/11—not just to their audience, but to their colleagues. A few years ago on a podcast (~50:00), podcaster “The Mad Wop” starts in with a bit of trutherism. Promptly, and with a lot of pretentious sighs and awkward pauses, Enoch and McNabb start steering him away like a couple of boardwalk con-men, claiming there’s no hard evidence for dissenting theories, blaming Saudi Arabia and “bureaucratic incompetence.” McNabb then asks, supposing it was an inside job, “what does it get us” to promote 9/11 truth?

IDK, what does it get you to promote Goebbels and Himmler? TFOH.

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First they say al-Qaeda did it, then they say they’ve “always been skeptical” (~20:00) of the official narrative. Then they say the Jews did 9/11 at the same time (~20:00) they say the Jews “created the whole 9/11 truth movement.” None of this makes sense. Noticers aren’t supposed to not notice things. Professional noticers are not supposed to run a sideline in telling their audience, “Move along, nothing to see here.”

So what am I saying? Am I saying that TRS are feds or that you shouldn’t be listening to them? Look: when they’re right, they’re right—amen. When they’re entertaining, they’re entertaining—bravo. And when they’re lying, they’re lying. I frankly couldn’t care less about their identities, or their real motivations. I don’t really know who anybody is on the internet. The only barometer of honesty is whether the things you say are true. TRS says many true things, and they also have a propensity for obscurantism that’s very odd considering the boldness of their worldview in other areas.

There’s a name for this kind of thing. It’s called gatekeeping. Beyond that, I won’t speculate. I don’t have to.

Boatman’s Bluff

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spare me

The year after college I was an ambulance EMT. I started in July, and it wasn’t until September that I was assigned a steady shift with a partner. Before that I just bounced around between paramedics, snoozing, reading, and writing this blog on my cellphone between inventory and 911 calls.

My first code blue was an OD, on my first day of work. We arrived on scene before fire to find a supine fat kid unresponsive on a back driveway, with a gaggle of bleary-eyed teenagers who’d obviously waited too long to call, and were real quiet and vague about what happened to their friend.

I attached the EKG nodes and started bagging while my paramedic trainer pounded on his chest. No cardio activity. Fire arrived and they started banging on his chest in a rotation. Still no activity. Then someone offered to bag while I pumped, and I went to town so hard on this kid that I cracked his sternum. The snapping sound was horrific, but the moment it happened the heart monitor gave a beep and started going.

The thing about it was, everything happened in under ten minutes, and although he died later that day, when we dropped him in the ER the kid was still alive—unconscious and intubated, but alive. It wasn’t until November that year that I actually witnessed a death.

Now, I’m an omega, a contrarian loner who hates rules and rarely strikes up a lasting friendship. I’m also fairly tall and large-framed. My first paramedic partner, Tommy Gonzales, was a medic second lieutenant in the National Guard, the kind of beta-simp who joins the service to compensate. He looked like Eugene Levy—gaunt, about 5’6″, and very uptight, but highly intelligent, which necessitated bending the rules as often as they got in the way of logic. I respected him for that.

One night just about dusk as I was driving Tommy around the Sonic drive-thru, we got coded to a trailer park. Again, we got there before fire. Again, the patient was supine, this time on a shabby carpet. It was a double-wide with fake wood paneling and a bunch of taxidermied elk heads on the walls. The guy must’ve been in his mid-sixties. He was shirtless and barefoot in a pair of jeans that hadn’t been washed in a coon’s age, skinny-fat like alcoholics often are, and covered in a half-inch layer of wooly grey body hair that went all the way up his neck to an untrimmed beard. The place was strewn with empty pint bottles and crushed-up Coors cans.

The family was all assembled—son, daughter, daughter-in-law, adult grandkid. They said they’d found him the way he appeared, unresponsive, not breathing. They thought he’d choked on a turkey sandwich he’d been eating lying down, and that he must’ve rolled off the couch onto the floor. That was what it looked like. I had to shave him to place the EKG nodes, then Tommy and I started doing our thing.

It was a long night. The monitor gave just enough activity after a minute of CPR that we had to keep going even though the guy’s chances were very slim. Fire got on scene and Tommy started trying to intubate, but the laryngoscope kept bringing up turkey sandwich. The firefighters and I rotated doing CPR while Tommy smeared gob after gob of partly digested food like pâté onto the inner lining of a red haz bag. Eventually we got the guy tubed. His cardio kept flopping and starting back up with just enough activity for hope.

At one point I stood up to stretch my legs. Across the room, the family was piled around a card table in the corner, faces downcast, their arms draped around one another, watching their patriarch recede into eternity past indifferent, knee-jerk bureaucracy—past us, with two forms of state-issued ID over his eyes. We were the boatmen.

Above the family on the wall was a framed and faded portrait of a proud and fearsome Marine with a flag half-draped across the background. That was the guy we were trying to save. The two of them couldn’t have looked more different. He wasn’t in his body anyway, yet he might not’ve been further away than that portrait. I felt this sudden sense of reverent foreboding in the pit of my stomach, that this man lying dead at my feet was witnessing his family’s despair, and screaming desperately from just out of reach of them.

After three hours, Tommy advised the family that things weren’t going to turn around. They nodded stoically. We called up to the hospital and signed the necessary forms. Then we packed up our equipment in haz bags and debriefed with the firefighters before leaving them to wait for the coroner.

That shift went long. We went back to base, cleaned up, and tried to get a nap, but the calls just kept coming. The 24-hour shift that had begun just before that code in the Sonic drive-thru turned into 35, 36, then 40, and topped out at 51.

At one point we dropped someone at the ER. It was about 9 in the morning. I was sitting in the driver’s seat of the ambulance waiting for Tommy to snag Graham crackers and juice boxes from inside at the nurse’s station, when all of a sudden I started sobbing maniacally, just huge choking sobs without any kind of buildup or anticipation whatsoever. It was so primal. There was no reflection, no social pressure (I was completely alone) and no reason to feel anything. I hadn’t known the guy, the Marine—I hadn’t known him. I’d run plenty of codes, seen lots of pitiable people in sorry states and felt bad for them, and I’d gone hours by then without it occurring to me that I’d been impacted at all. It was just a job, I was just exhausted, I just wanted to go home to my family, I just wanted a burrito. This is America—nobody has real feelings. I remember that I’ve had them, back when I was a kid, but I don’t even remember what real feelings feel like. It’s been six years since that 911 call and in all that time I haven’t experienced a comparably spontaneous and authentic emotion. And yet it happened, in spite of every social pressure militating against it.

It’s strange how things incubate in us when we thought they didn’t matter, or that we’d forgotten them. Sometimes when I discipline our kids, my wife gets on me and says, “This isn’t the army, you know!” On the one hand, when I hear this it sounds odd, because the army is the furthest thing from my memory and my motivations. On the other hand, my first reaction is to feel she’s being unreasonable, because life is rough, and it’s better they learn it first from their dad. But what she sees me doing that I can’t see myself is sublimating an experience that’s constantly with me in ways I’m almost never aware of. Sublimating the untold humiliations and death by a thousand cuts of being a king, and a piece of shit, all at the same time.

Fuck You. Kill Me.

After seeing pictures in the newspapers of corpses hanging from the blasted-out windows of Israeli busses and restaurants during the second intifada, I dropped out of college in the Bay Area, bought a one-way ticket to Israel (okay, okay—my dad bought it) and joined the Israeli army.

This was more narcissistic than noble: I wanted to be a great writer and knew that I needed life experience and street cred. I wanted to be someone somebody wants to kill, and now I am again.

Fifteen years later, I have an Aryan wife and three towhead kids in a majority-shitskin flyover city run by morally closeted zoophilic leftist replicants and their allies of pigmentation. Where once I had to venture halfway around the planet to within 30 meters of the Gaza frontier and wait until Fridays at 4 AM to hear a hundred and fifty muezzins frothing for my blood over loudspeakers mounted on minarets as I laced my Brill steel-toes (RIP) and rubbed the sleep from my eyes, today I don’t have to wander outside the confines of my suburban American tract home to be inundated 24/7 by a propaganda machine that makes Der Stürmer look like the Sermon on the Mount—except this time, the villain is the white man.

In a word, I’m doubly fucked. To the Jews, I am a gentile because my mother is not Jewish. To the ascendant savages H.P. Lovecraft tried to warn us about, I am a walking target no better than Calvin Candy, yet the only other cohort that comprehends how bad things really are is a handful of vindictive Hitler-worshippers under an FBI microscope on 4chan who have an odd habit of abruptly swearing to anyone who will listen that they do not masturbate.

In short, I am deeply, resonantly alone.

The Jews are their own worst enemies. I understand exactly why they’re hated. But when Israeli soldiers go to war, I hope they win. I will not denounce my blood no matter who I’m related to. A bastard son of a bastard tribe—“darkness within darkness, the gateway to all understanding.”

Awhile back, I got to talking with the Orthodox priest who baptized my eldest boy, about Mandelstam, and he remarked that “Mandelstam was profoundly Jewish, and also profoundly Christian.” Coming from a priest (in light of e.g., Galatians 3:28) that was very generous to yiddishkeit as something spiritual—a stiff-necked proclivity both for reverence and iconoclasm, which led Mandelstam to “the foot of the cross,” and to the Gulag.

Maybe that description applies to me, too: I’m neither Christian, nor Jewish, but I’m as Jewish and as Christian as I’m ever going to be. My God is a half-Hebrew carpenter. And whenever you’re alone like He was on Cavalry, I’ll be your brother.

Unfollow, Pt. III

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(Part I here, Part II here, Part IV here)

As I stood in the socially-distanced self-checkout of my nearby Idiocracy Costco, gazing vacantly across a field of eggplant-shaped cattle, the whole history of our species from the agricultural revolution flashed before me, and I understood all at once how the instinct for safety and convenience is strangling everything worthy that’s in us.

I don’t want to beat my sword into a ploughshare—that’s ridiculous. My sword is who I am. Yet here I am, smashed between a hammer and an anvil. I look at my youngest son and see the most unadulterated aggressive instincts. There’s no resentment or ulterior motive, just pure joy. He just wants to fight—to box and run and sword-fight and do archery—and the whole world is against him. Our world is predicated on neurosis and anti-social impulses. Every protected class of people is fundamentally self-loathing. Every feature of modern life conduces toward cowardice and resignation.

Lysander Spooner described the U.S. Constitution as a contract that binds no one. Ironically, this has long been the U.S. government’s position as well. You probably don’t know my identity, and I don’t know yours, but (as you already know) a global shadow government knows both our identities, because its skynet backlogs our every word and keystroke—every purchase and fap sesh—in real time. No proposition could be more straightforward than that this proves you are not a man, a citizen, nor even a consumer (who at least in theory has choices) but a subject.

What does it mean to be a subject? It means you have no moral agency. The mandarins of a parallel society will decide right and wrong for you. A good illustration of this was in the news recently. An Omaha middle school employee named James Fairbanks sent letters to the local press confessing to the murder of a repeat child rapist who had gotten away with a couple slaps on the wrist and was out walking around. Somehow, Fairbanks became aware of him, and of some pretty clear evidence that he intended to continue kid-fucking, and decided to kill him instead.

Fairbanks was charged with first degree murder. The district judge who ordered him held without bond declared that, “There is a reason we are a nation of laws and don’t take justice into our own hands.” Yes, exactly—so that children can be raped. That is the reason. According to his own daughter, the victim here raped dozens of kids over a period of decades. Lots of people (including that judge) knew what he had done, and could reasonably know that he was never going to stop, yet none but Fairbanks took the highly intuitive step of greasing him. Why not? Because the system told them not to.

Milan Kundera said that “The struggle of man against power is the struggle of memory against forgetting.” What’s this guy’s beef with power? Well, by power, he meant the Stasi, who were capable of a great deal less than the U.S. government; but at least its subjects knew how to read. As Jonathan Bowden once remarked, under liberalism, you talk like a Jamaican gangster, and books don’t have to be burned because 40% of the population can’t read them anyhow. We are to our forebears what a beagle is to a grey wolf. By the sum of a million little undecisions, we sign up for this degradation.

The coronavirus lockdowns—the destruction of livelihoods and total abrogation of civil liberties—put me in an extremely libertarian, even anarchist place. I wasn’t alone: a great deal of overlap began to manifest between the anarchist accounts I follow on social media, and the alt-right ones. And then something strange happened: the Minneapolis riots broke out, and (apparently for the sake of consistency) not a few of these alt-right people stuck around on the anarchist side, decrying supposed police heavy-handedness against blacks and lauding the riots as a “boogaloo,” with memes like “This is what ‘don’t tread on me’ looks like.”

Setting aside the fact that the “intelligence community” is known to seed and manipulate these subcultures: people are fickle and lots of them go for these utterly delusional takes, which then have to be contended with regardless of their origin. First of all, Metro PD is undoubtedly a part of “the system.” But so is the media, the Department of Justice, and every public official in Minnesota (and beyond) now calling for Derick Chauvin’s head with every concern for their power and careers, and no concern for the fairness of the system that will try him. Yet (as always with these essentially staged events) the rioters’ grievances are focused solely on municipal police—and on the average white person, whose “privileges” and “implicit attitudes” are presumed to be propping up the world like Atlas.

And this narrative persists when the same system—that just put 100 million people out of work and vilified them for protesting peacefully; that backlogs virtually all our private communications; that tells us not to “take justice into our own hands” and ice a child rapist it has enabled and deigned unworthy of proportionate punishment—gives a mob the go-ahead to torch American cities. George Carlin once remarked that “The upper class keeps all of the money, pays none of the taxes. The middle class pays all of the taxes, does all of the work. The poor are there just to scare the shit out of the middle class.” There is a great deal of racial insight there that Carlin probably did not intend. Accordingly, as with every race riot since Rodney King, Minneapolis is 100% a media phenomenon. And if the system has direct access to your brain the way it does with these “protesters,” then you’re not against the system. You are the system.

The alt-right is the only sub-culture that really clearly perceives the cynical ways that the deviant and the marginalized are pressed into service in this way by the powers the be. But the underlying impulse of fascism is the unchecked passion for vengeance. If you cherish liberty in its classical conception as a cardinal virtue, above blood pathos and the will to power; if cold intellectual integrity for you comes before the feverish exult of lowbrow mysticism and hive-mania; and if no abyss of alienation can bring you to anathematize whole cultures and individual strangers; then the sock accounts and mountebanks of the so-called dissident right will make themselves useful to the powers that be by anathematizing you, instead.

Orwell once said that “if you encourage totalitarian methods, the time may come when they will be used against you instead of for you.” That time is now. The minute corona hit stateside, the whole alt-right peanut gallery came down with a major case of hypochondria, praising the Chinese and denigrating “conspiracy theories.”

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neoliberalism is statism

It’s very hard to believe (for example) that the TRS network can be so well-versed in Whitney Webb’s reporting on Israeli spyware (they never seem to cite her work, but it’s the sole basis of most FTN podcasts) and not take seriously everything she’s been reporting about DARPA and big tech plotting to chip everybody like cattle. Deep-diving the “evolutionary psychology” of every lumpy kike they worked with in a call center is more interesting, I suppose. But when every problem looks Yiddish, it’s because you have a favorite gas.

This is actually analogous to certain alt-right criticisms of the alt-lite, e.g., Tommy Robinson:

The whole argument of all these sorts of anti-Islamists is, Muslims are scary, please don’t hurt us… All they’re doing is, they want to preserve their own nihilism, because Islam is a metaphysically objectivist system… Whereas these western nihilists just want to wallow in their own hedonism, that’s what they want to defend.

….which is exactly how fascists regard Jews. Dissident right thought leaders are as eager as the EDL to be kept creatures of a paternalistic state, so long as no one rocks the boat. I mean, what’s more “metaphysically objectivist” than a chimp-out? Right-wing police-informant regimes haven’t altered mass man’s basic mediocrity anywhere they’ve been tried. At best, they screen out communism while letting neoliberalism in through the back door.

The alt-right or 3P (or whatever they’re calling themselves nowadays) is just fully automated luxury space communism plus racism. Well I’m racist myself, but if you’d trade the Bill of Rights for Hugo Boss, what exactly is setting you apart from the homies?:

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The idea that there’s any serious rivalry between China and Euro-Atlantic oligarchs is pure fantasy. It’s a paltry excuse for Silicon Valley DoD contractors to deploy the same Skynet over here that now occupies the assholes of a billion Chinamen. So no one really believes this demagogue when he says he “has no idea what these protests are even about.”

Liberty is priceless. There’s no “identity” worth trading it for.