Accidental Dissent

Well, well, well…

January 22, 2010 · 15 Comments

(Germanic-sounding) “Tanstaafl” reveals the skeletons in his closet.

I could almost hear Larry Auster’s heart go pitter-patter.

I knew before clicking the comments thread would be a morass of saccharine stupidity and illogic. But I’m not interested in what his nitwit minions think. I’m interesting in shining light on Tan’s own muddled thinking.

You might think a bigger man would be above scrutinizing too closely the details of another man’s life, particularly when no one individual’s details matter very much in the grand scheme of things. And you’d be right. But, despite being insightful, this Tanstaafl fellow has been such an arrogant little fucker he fully deserves whatever discomfort it might cause him.

Let’s start with this response to what I thought was an eminently reasonable interrogation (given the circumstances):
I’m curious. Do you think you’re confounding or demoralizing me by asking these probing questions of yours, or have you just not thought very deeply about these things?”

Oh, I think it’s clear who hasn’t thought deeply enough about these things. Tan doth protest a little too much for anyone to believe he’s not confounded or demoralized (not that there’s anything wrong with that).

Tan:I don’t see any moral or ethical reason why Whites shouldn’t behave more like jews do. We can argue about who is White and what’s best for Whites and still unite under a White banner against anti-White assholes who threaten us.

But determining what is best for whites very much depends on how one answers “Who is White?” If racial preservation (or “EGI”) trumps all other considerations then what is best for Whites (or at least people “whiter than”) would be to exclude the clumps of tainted genetic gunk that are your children. (Just kidding — but not really.)

And of course he leaves unanswered the question of what he’d actually do, and by implication what anyone else in a similar situation should do, under the circumstances alluded to by Zeke [Covington, NAR etc].

I’d have more respect for him if he’d just admit I don’t fucking know. No shame in that — no one appears to.

Now if you’re Fred Scrooby this is where you’ll begin waving your arms around and shrieking like that raving nutjob that you are that no “complete solution” with “all the details” filled out is possible at this stage. But what any raving dipshit like that misses is that “all the details” aren’t being requested; only the outlines of some very important ones, but few people care to provide even those.

This makes it very difficult to move forward. And you end up stuck with two basic groups: men would be king, like Instauration’s NB Forrest, and the despairists, who would write letters that reduced to “A man walked into the post office yesterday. He had black hair. The end is nigh.”

When you consider all this, what is really so daft about pursuing what even borderline rant-and-raver White Preservationist once dubbed the “Silver Strategy” — promotion of ‘universal’ (ie within N. America) racialism and subsequent ‘racial reorganization’ along those lines?

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Racial Levity

January 16, 2010 · 3 Comments

This one’s a straight copy and paste from a favorite forum.

Today I went to meet my boyfriend who works at the courthouse for lunch and I get on the elevator and press his floor, well the elevator stops midway and a blacker than tar nigger buck gets on, it looked about 30 years old…. so I thought I’d have some fun with it since I was in a pissy mood…. I’ve always heard that nigger bucks get really mad when they see a white woman clutching their purse strap with a tight grip when they see buck approaching them, and I do just that and with a lot of dramatic flair added…. when the nigger got on I stepped way back to the corner like a statue and I’m clutching my purse strap with both hands so tightly my hands knuckles turn white, I stand in the corner staring wide eyed straight ahead with a look of panic on my face.

Well the nigger buck can’t help but notice my body language and it shakes his head in disgust then it lets out that loud sigh (you know the ones niggers always let out when they’re pissed off and frustrated) then it made a smacking sound of disgust with his nigger lips while shaking his head real slowly from side to side.

Then I reach my floor and the door opens and I make a dash, deliberately going around the buck while taking big steps with my back against the wall.

I reach my boyfriends office and tell him what I did and we both about died from laughter.”

Another post on that thread related how a girl will deliberately cross the road when she sees a black approaching from the opposite direction because she likes to get a rise out of them.

That reminded me of an incident that occurred while I was changing planes at LAX. I was returning home from Europe, but I’d bought a ’round-the-world’ ticket (‘open jaw’? similar) because I had planned to stay in America for a while but then later changed my mind and decided not to, but I had no choice and had to fly the route I had booked. So I had a couple of hours to kill at the airport so I thought I’d take a very brief tour of LA. I decided to take the train downtown, stroll around a bit, and then come back and board.

The line I took went through all the notorious areas in South Central. I knew this, and looking back it was a dumb idea, but I thought I’d give it a try anyway.

I had been in America two years earlier, and developed some anti-black attitudes as a result, so I knew not to expect too much from niggers. And from first contact after disembarking I was reminded of why I found niggers so trying. I can’t remember what question I put to the nigger at the check-in counter but I was given the typical useless non-answer accompanied by generous servings of attitude. Walking out of the terminal to take a bus I was greeted by a smiling, congenial nigger who offered to give me directions. Great, I thought, it’s always a welcome change when ‘one of them’ is being pleasant. But after giving me directions (they weren’t hard, but he had an ulterior motive, read on) he turned over the clipboard he was holding to show me some charity appeal and asked whether I’d like to make a donation. “Nope,” I answered in my trademark curt but cheery tone and trudged off to catch the bus to the train station.

The train was packed full of spics and niggers. I had been living in Vegas during my time in America, so I wasn’t unaccustomed to seeing large numbers of them, but this was something else. It was very uncomfortable and I felt very self-conscious. Luckily I was nicely tanned up a result of spending the summer on the beaches in Greece and Bulgaria, so I figured I count on the Mexes reflexively taking my side with in any crap with the niggers. I couldn’t stop thinking what an incredible dump LA (or at least the parts the train went past) was and that you couldn’t pay me to live there. I got off at a station near the financial district and took a walk around. Nothing at all worth seeing there, of course, but I had nothing better to do.

Walking back to the station I noticed a nigger up ahead of me would every so often turn and look at me. I was carrying my laptop with me (which was my carry-on luggage) and I suspected he was considering making a move to swipe it. I looked around me and sized up the demographics: Plenty of niggers, to be sure, but I figured the Mexes had them decently outnumbered. We were approaching a set of traffic lights and I slowed down to make sure I’d miss them but the nigger would have to cross, and then I could judge what was on his scheming nigger mind. But the nigger didn’t cross. He just sidled away from the crossing a little and waited there. Aha, I thought, my suspicions were right, this nigger’s up to something. The lights changed as I walked up to them, and there we are waiting for the next set. Every time I’d glance the nigger’s way he was looking at me. Boy this was pissing me off. I had only two choices: fight or flight. I wasn’t concerned about fighting the nigger; I was worried about what the other niggers in the vicinity might do, and what might happen to me, thousands of miles from home, the victim of nigger mob violence. But I thought if that happened, surely the Mexes would jump in. And I’d make a big fuss about this “dees pinche mayate tried to steal my computer” and get them to think I was one of them.

But I better of it and decided to cross the street the other way (perpendicularly), the direction in which the lights were then green. I looked back over and the nigger was still looking at me, now with a scowl across his nigger face. Fucking low-life nigger, I said to myself.

This isn’t anything much, obviously, but there you go the incident stayed with me.

And just to cap it off the bus driver on the way back to airport was another nigger idiot. The bus had no markings on it and I was the only one waiting for it so I thought I’d ask him if this is was the bus to the airport. He was half way down the aisle so I had to get on to ask him. This caused him to chimpout. Waving his arms around like the nigger idiot that he is he told me to get off, the bus isn’t leaving yet. Okay, I said, fine, I just want to ask if this is the bus to the airport. “Well, itz obvious ain’t it?” he said in reply. Well, no it isn’t, I said. Nigger gets upset again and says its says “right there” which bus it is. I said, actually no, it doesn’t. “Watchoo mean” it doesn’t, and steps off the bus to show me. But the bit where the bus route is displayed was blank. “Oh yeah, this the bus…but we ain’t leavin’ yet!” he said, completely unapologetic. I wasn’t surprised. One of the first things I noticed about niggers and which had me wondering about them is the level of non-service they provide, all of it with a generous dollop of niggertude.

Anyway, that incident with the would be nigger would-be thief has been playing on my mind since I recalled it again today. Coincidentally I was humming the melody of “Love Me Tender” in the shower, and somehow the following came to me:

That nigger’s standing awful still.
I bet he means me ill.
Niggers will do what they will,
and me they mean to kill.

“God damn you, nigger!”
I would cry
Before I’d ever let
A nigger like you take my life –
I’d shoot you, better yet.

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Haiti

January 16, 2010 · 9 Comments

I guess I should say a few words about Haiti.

Yes, it’s awful. An earthquake is something that could hit any of us, and so it’s easy to empathize with the victims.

But no, I’m not losing any sleep over it. It’s not just that I tend toward apathety about the suffering of non-reciprocating groups on principle, I also refuse to be morally whipped up by media maggots. Bad things, really, really horrible things, happen across this globe every day. Surely I can’t be expected to tear my robes over every non-local misfortune that I received news of.

For me, the burning question is whether Haiti will produce as iconic an image as the notorious Katrina Looter.

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Reply to commenter, Joweeo

January 16, 2010 · 9 Comments

A commenter, ‘Joweeo,’ left a comment on the ‘Race-mixing’ post which I regard as thoughtful and substantive enough to reply to in a post of its own.

First, the comment in full:

Your tone is seemingly passive and filled with intellectual platitudes. It has an evenhanded tone of unemotional superiority. Though the particular voice you write with is convoluted and wordy. That’s one way to try legitimize the thoughts you have in your head. Your words could be coming out of the mouth of Goebbels. You know the Nazi who intellectualized the beliefs of the Nazi party, hiding behind “Eugenics ” and the protection of the cultural “Homeland”-your sendiments exactly!
There are many educated stupid people in the world, people who think they know what the rules are, the natural order of things. The fact is humans are pattern finding beings. We all try to find patterns so we can surrvive. The interracial couple just doesn’t fit with the patterns in your small mind. But the world moves forward inspite of people like you. And thank God it does. You are a traditionalist who would rather marry your own sister then strike out into the world. The REAL decissions people have made offend you. You belittle and reduce their relationships as meer pleasure seeking. Do you really think you know?
You should get a DNA test. I promise you’ll find race mixing. Maybe not in the last few generations but you’ll find the markers. We all have them, no matter how pure we seem to look. Scientist are finding new expressions of our DNA every day. It turns out the code itself isn’t the whole story. Skin color can change in small groups of humans by necessity in only a couple generations. Genes can be expressed or repressed. We are 99.9% identical.

Well maybe not you, you’re a purebred. . .

I’ll start with this line: We are 99.9% identical.

We are 99.9% (or whatever the number is) similar. But to be identical would require that we are 100% the same. I think I’ve read that humans share 50% (or whatever, something substantial) with onions, so clearly it’s not so much how genetically similar we are but how genetically different that matters. Small genetic differences can have a tremendously differentiating impact. And a huge amount of social implications flow from the fact that we aren’t 100% identical. In other words, this stuff matters, can’t be made not to matter, the attempt to make it not matter should be aborted. (And of course, most people do know that race matters and behave as though they know it matters. So we’re hardly in uncharted territory here.)

I can’t be equated to a Nazi. You called my tone “unemotional.” If you want to see my emotional side you should check out my debates with actual Nazis. Briefly, I’m neither a nationalist nor an authoritarian, and my preference is to treat people kindly and generally equitably, regardless of whether, on reflection, I considered myself superior to them or not. Not much “Nazi” in that, I’m afraid.

As for “eugenics,” your charge holds water. But I doubt you know very much about it if you view it as an accusation to hurl. Eugenics isn’t something restricted to “Nazis” or whites — every human group stands to benefit from it and, in my opinion, should practice it. Eugenics isn’t about hurting people or killing off the unfit — well, that is one way of going about it, but it’s nothing like necessary. Eugenics seeks to increase the frequency of positive or desirable traits in a group, which is something everybody benefits from. Conversely, everybody suffers from the opposite, from dysgenic deterioration. People tend to be uneasy about even benign eugenics (that doesn’t require killing or sterilizing anybody) because they fear people will strut around thinking themselves superior and feeling justified in treating the objectively inferior as inferior and that the inferior will resent such treatment. This can be regarded as a form of oppression and I would agree is a fair cause for concern. But it shouldn’t be taken too far. Consider this highly unlikely hypothetical conversation:

John: I’m better than you.
Me: Um, okay then. You’re better than me. And?
John: Nothing. I’m just saying, I’m better than you.
Me: Ohhh-kaaaay then. So you’re better than me. Now what?
John: ???

Joweeo, right at this moment, can’t you think of dozens of people you know or have known who are better than you (in some significant way)? What of it? What difference does it really make to you? Don’t you face the same challenges in life regardless of whether you know that some of the people that you know in this world are better than you or not? If you’re a janitor with a mortgage, you’re a janitor with a mortgage regardless of whether or not the banker is better than you or he is just a banker.

Now, if that banker came past the toilet block you were assigned to cleaning every day and treated you to a stream of snide remarks about his being better than you, it’d eventually wear on you and I wouldn’t hold it against you for wanting to flush his head down a toilet or to break his legs.

Finally, with respect to “DNA” and “purity.” Dude, I’m not a purist regarding this stuff. It’s obvious that people prefer people racially more like themselves over those racially unlike themselves. To me this suggests that racial similarity is something important, not nothing important. And if it is something important (which it clearly is) then it’s perfectly reasonable to want to base society (or rearrange society) so as to reflect the importance of racial similarity — both because the living arrangement improves the quality of life for those living under it and because it helps preserve that way of life for future generations. You don’t have to be “pure” or even “white” to appreciate any of this. My opinion, of course, is hardly the last word on who is who or what is what, or what anyone should feel about anyone else, but it’s grounded in reality and the “real” answers aren’t going to depart too significantly from it. Ultimately, I believe, some basis for racial separation is better than no basis at all, which means no separation, which means the status quo, which means an eventual (hundreds, or thousands, of years) complete blending. This is why even though I hate “Nazi” types, I no longer waste time attacking them, because at least they’ll never let the issue die, and I don’t believe most people’s racial feelings will ever match that sort of intensity (and yes, rank hatred).

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Brief Update

December 27, 2009 · 22 Comments

I know I haven’t posted anything for a while but I’m still here. Although I haven’t posted anything there have been quite a few things I have wanted to post — so much so that I could never quite decide what to post first. But I’ve also been doing some thinking. As was hinted at in the recent Giles/Linder episode over at Oxy Dissent vacillation and even tergiversation are part and parcel of racialism. (I half expected the kid to scream, “That’s discrimination!” at Giles’ yammering about Johnson’s homosexuality.) So while it’s no lie to say I’ve found my enthusiasm for racialism wavering somewhat, reviewing what I’ve said on this blog, I haven’t found anything that I seriously disagree with. And it’s the nature of enthusiasm that if it isn’t waning then in practise it can really do only one other thing, wax; so I remain firmly convinced that racialism is the best course to follow.

See, for me, the outstanding achievement of liberal anti-racism has been the degree to which war between former bitter foes has come to seem unthinkable. And it stands to reason to credit multiracialism/multiculturalism for at least part of that — Frenchmen aren’t likely to hanker to war on Germans if they’re preoccupied with integrating niggers and beurs. So I find myself wondering whether racialism’s risk of reigniting such nationalist passions is really worth it. After all, I’ve said to myself, I’m not a revulsionist*** (well not much of one, though certain races, hmm, push me to the brink), it’s culture that really matters, so if phenotypes change a bit, well, what’s the big deal? Wouldn’t that be better than the chaos racialism threatens to unleash, particularly considering that once the dust has settled and the euphoria dissipated human beings will once more find some new source of dissatisfaction that will require turning the world upside down for all over again?

Well, the big deal, sadly, ever so sadly, is the nigger. As they say in Latin, ignis aurum probat; negri fortes anti-racistes. I’ve said it before but it bears repeating again, niggers really are the alpha and omega of multiracial madness. Sure, they’re tolerable in small numbers, but then everyone is tolerable in small numbers. But with shit-eating, braindead anti-discrimanationist diehards at the helm, small numbers can only eventually turn into big numbers. And with big numbers come big problems. So racialism it is.

*** A revulsionist is a racialist who feels a sense of revulsion at the physical traits of other races (or even his own, in unfortunate cases). He considers these traits so ghastly he can easily feel overwhelmed by loathing of them. The thought that such traits may eventually submerge and extinguish his own deprives him of all sense of meaning in life. While he may bolster his case for racialism with statistics and cultural arguments it’s revulsion that he always falls back on; it is first and last what racialism is ‘all about’ to him. The opposite of a revulsionist is an ‘appreciationist,’ one who is appreciative of racial traits as he becomes aware of them, always searching for a way to mentally frame them — and thus experience them — positively. A doctrinaire appreciatonist would contend that there is always a way to experience others’ racial traits positively, even if this is not obvious at first glance.

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Pledge of Indifference

November 22, 2009 · 1 Comment

I pledge indifference to the flag of the United States of America, and to the republic for which it used to stand: one nation under Z.O.G., divided beyond hope of redemption, with liberty and justice for all but the progeny of the founding stock whose posterity it was intended to secure.

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Prozium on Guy White on Nazis

November 16, 2009 · Leave a Comment

Prozium says,

People say these things [being a Jew, married to one etc] about you because (in their minds) these theories explain (and predict) your behavior, not because they are crazy.

They also say these things because they’re largely incapable of grasping how much racialism can rattle people. Racialism is troubling, it’s unsettling. It’s quite understandable that people would be wary of what they’re being asked to think. You scoff at that and defend doing so by saying you have far more important issues to attend to. But being a Nazi is no trivial distinction. Nazis are distinguished by their white-hot and unquenchable racial loathing; they have pinpointed the source of their travails (the Jews) and long to extirpate it, with all else playing second fiddle to that overriding objective, and in the process of concentrating their minds on that objective they become something, well, anti-human. So for one anonymous contributor to The Occidental Quarterly, some professor, had the Nazis bumped off the infamous six million it would have been no more than a little harmless house cleaning, certainly nothing to lose any sleep over. Being on one’s guard against allowing such thoughts and feelings to overwhelm one need have nothing to do with being a “philo-semite.”

A “racial enemy” is an enemy unlike other enemies. He is an “enemy” only insofar as he exists “in the wrong part of the world” (or, perhaps for some extreme Nazis — the extreme of the extreme — insofar as he exists at all). But he needn’t doing anything more than exist; it’s not his criminality, not his IQ, not his cultural animosity. He’s just there, threatening with every breath he takes to breed you out of existence. And for that, the Nazi tells you, he should be treated just as any other wartime foe. It’s hardly surprising, then, that some (“moderate racialists”) should choose to take the time to distance themselves from such views and to ponder whether there is any natural check on racialism that would prevent it going so far.

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Trainspotter, Paradigms

October 30, 2009 · 25 Comments

I tried to post this over at Oxy dissent but it got caught up the filter (or maybe I’m just on moderation).

Trainspotter,

1. Reach a consensus on our territorial objectives. Make the Idea as tangible as it can be. Make the Idea assume a mentally and psychologically digestible form. Is it going to be the Northwest? The South? Or to take from the Captain – “Take it all back…the Big Idea.” I happen to favor the Big Idea, but that may fail the tangibility test.

You don’t say.

Now, if you don’t want to look yeller before giants like the mighty Cap’n and The Admiral and Nordmacht(frei) and you’re in effect saying “I’m with you in spirit, fellas, alas..”, that’s one thing. But if you actually consider proposing such an idea, leading with it, making it a centerpiece of your message, I’m afraid you betray a severely compromised appreciation of just what constitutes a “new paradigm”: there’s nothing new about “I hate non-whites. Get ‘em out of my country.” It’s bitter, old-style nationalism that clashes head on with what the vast majority are prepped to believe about the world — ie about human existence — and, more importantly, what they experience of the world, which is to say very few experience the other so negatively as to wish death on him or to destroy his livelihood, which is what they imagine running him out of the country is equivalent to.

On the other hand, a philosophy of racial live-and-let-live at whose core lies an appreciation of the benefits that accrue from racial homogeneity and racial similarity while relegating “hatred” to matter of contingency does constitute a new paradigm. Far more importantly, it lessens opposition because it requires the least amount of rethinking about the world, one’s country, one’s person, — consider it a kind of “racialist aikido.” In fact, I’d go so far as to say that, while the former (“Big Idea”) makes it all but impossible to support you, the “new paradigm” makes it all but impossible to oppose you.

What I imagine would gall a man the most is the thought of foreigners carving out a piece of his territory just-like-that, without even having to have fired a shot to do it. There are arguments that could be deployed which, if understood (hardly a given in this crowd), can diminish such concerns — but I’m out of time.

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A Boasian Niggerlover in Rio

October 15, 2009 · 21 Comments

It’s no easy thing being a moderate racist who simply understands the value of racial community and thus desires it. On the one hand, you’re exasperated by the near-insane, mind-bending levels of racial loathing of your bedfellows (the nutzi set, who, whatever their failings, can at least be counted on to never compromise on race), and on the other hand, you’re exasperated by the idiocy and desperation of the race-deniers, and sometimes it’s hard to tell which group exasperates you more. And always, always, there is that alpha and omega of multiracial insanity, the absolute zero of homo sapiens at which point all theories of human conduct cease to operate, the infallible cure-all for racist remorse, the eternal Nigger.

The thread I’m linking to in this post combines the latter two of the above, niggers and niggerlovers, or rather a niggerlover, a very smart and very smarmy, and very literal — he’s married to one — American niggerlover in Rio. The fellow, posting under the moniker “Macunaima,” has a doctorate in social anthropology and hangs out in Brazil forums where he devotes his time to correcting misconceptions about his adopted country. Unlike what you might expect from a hard left, niggerloving, gringo expat, he holds niggers themselves to his anti-racist standards. This produces discussions like the one linked to which demonstrate wonderfully the futility and pointlessness of anti-racism: Macunaima’s eminently reasonable attempts to inject facts and objectivity into the discussion are completely lost on his ostensibly intelligent African-American interlocutors, who at times seem to suspect they’re dealing with a white racist rather than the obvious died-in-the-wool niggerlover Macunaima is. You know, maybe mutually beneficial multiracial interracial understanding could be achieved one day…if we had another three thousand years to work on it. But wouldn’t it be worlds easier to just give in to “racism” and recreate society on the assumption that race is significant and important and spare people the endless frustration of mitigating it?

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Obama’s Prize

October 13, 2009 · 5 Comments

This line from Mississippi Burning sums it up:

“He wasn’t doing anything…except being a Negro.”

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