Wednesday, 7 December 2016

A possibly severe case of intellectualism

Courtesy of reader and friend LastRedoubt, I came across a rather amusing article by Nassim Taleb concerning the dangers of the Intellectual Yet Idiot- the acronym for which sounds remarkably similar to a Yiddish expression of annoyance:
What we have been seeing worldwide, from India to the UK to the US, is the rebellion against the inner circle of no-skin-in-the-game policymaking “clerks” and journalists-insiders, that class of paternalistic semi-intellectual experts with some Ivy league, Oxford-Cambridge, or similar label-driven education who are telling the rest of us 1) what to do, 2) what to eat, 3) how to speak, 4) how to think… and 5) who to vote for. 
But the problem is the one-eyed following the blind: these self-described members of the “intelligentsia” can’t find a coconut in Coconut Island, meaning they aren’t intelligent enough to define intelligence hence fall into circularities — but their main skill is capacity to pass exams written by people like them. With psychology papers replicating less than 40%, dietary advice reversing after 30 years of fatphobia, macroeconomic analysis working worse than astrology, the appointment of Bernanke who was less than clueless of the risks, and pharmaceutical trials replicating at best only 1/3 of the time, people are perfectly entitled to rely on their own ancestral instinct and listen to their grandmothers (or Montaigne and such filtered classical knowledge) with a better track record than these policymaking goons. 
Indeed one can see that these academico-bureaucrats who feel entitled to run our lives aren’t even rigorous, whether in medical statistics or policymaking. They can’t tell science from scientism — in fact in their image-oriented minds scientism looks more scientific than real science. (For instance it is trivial to show the following: much of what the Cass-Sunstein-Richard Thaler types — those who want to “nudge” us into some behavior — much of what they would classify as “rational” or “irrational” (or some such categories indicating deviation from a desired or prescribed protocol) comes from their misunderstanding of probability theory and cosmetic use of first-order models.) They are also prone to mistake the ensemble for the linear aggregation of its components as we saw in the chapter extending the minority rule.
Dr. Taleb correctly identifies the problem of intellectuals who have their heads so far up their own arses that they are unable to understand the difference between basic category errors. They are so impressed by their own intelligence, and they are so involved in listening only to those who think and act more or less exactly like them, that they cannot comprehend the difference between a Type I and a Type II error of observation.

These are terms in statistics but they apply just as well to real life. A Type I error is made when one asserts that which is absent- for instance, one starts with the assumption that the sky is blue, but rejects this assumption in favour of the sky being yellow. A Type II error is made when one fails to assert that which is present- for instance, when one argues that the sky is yellow and has always been yellow when it is in fact blue.

Intellectuals, who are in my experience often deeply dishonest with themselves about their own lack of foresight and humility, are highly susceptible to these sorts of errors. This is because they think themselves to be so smart that they are above the rules of logic and empirical verification that govern the rest of us mere mortals.

But, in fact, they are not smart. They are actually merely bright- and the distinction between the two is important, if subtle. As my father taught it to me many years ago, that fine line between bright and smart comes down to whether a bright idea passes the "real world test": quite simply, does that ever-so-elegant theory actually work in the real world?

The vast majority of intellectual ideas fail this test. Miserably.

Yet intellectuals never seem to learn from those failures. They go on blithely failing as before, never taking their lumps and adjusting their paradigms the way the rest of us have to.

Of course, all of this is old hat to people like us- we're used to seeing intellectuals fall flat on their foolish faces repeatedly. What interests me about Dr. Taleb's screed is the way in which he goes about documenting how to identify an IYI.

In the process, he has evidently come rather close to classifying a rather nasty and mostly terminal disease, which I'm going to simply call "intellectualism" for brevity.

As Dr. Taleb points out, sufferers of "intellectualism" are marked by an entirely unearned and totally unjustified sense of intellectual superiority that makes them exceedingly dangerous to their fellow man when given positions of power and influence.

If you happen to come across an IYI in real life, the recommended treatment usually seems to be a severe beating (with boxing gloves, of course- you don't want to go catching the dreaded disease yourself, after all).

The problem for me is that, apparently, I match quite a few of the identifying marks of the IYI. Here is a condensed list of those identifiers, combined with a true-false statement as to whether I personally match each one. The results indicate that I might, potentially, have a rather nasty case of intellectualism myself:
  1. Subscribes to the New Yorker [False]
  2. Never went out drinking with a minority cabbie [True]
  3. Attended more than one TEDx talk or seen more than two on YouTube [False]
  4. Voted for the Hilldebeast, and argues that anyone who didn't is mentally defective [SERIOUSLY False]
  5. Has a first-edition hardback of The Black Swan [False]
  6. Usually confuses science with scientism [False]
  7. Advocates the removal of dictators because reasons without stopping to think about the consequences [used to be True, not anymore]
  8. Historically wrong about: Stalinism, Maoism, GMOs, Iraq, Libya, Syria, lobotomies, urban planning, low-carb diets, gym machines, behaviourism, transfats, freudianism, portfolio theory, linear regression, Gaussianism, Salafism, dynamic stochastic equilibrium modeling, housing projects, selfish gene, election forecasting models, Bernie Madoff, and p-values [um... True in 5 out of 23, I suppose...]
  9. Member of a club for traveling privileges [True]
  10. Uses statistics without knowing how they are derived [False]
  11. Goes to literary festivals whenever in the UK [False]
  12. ONLY drinks red wine with steak [True]
  13. Used to think fat was harmful, doesn't anymore [True]
  14. Takes statins because a doctor told him to[False]
  15. Fails to understand ergodicity [False]
  16. Doesn't use Yiddish words even in a business context [False]
  17. Studied grammar before language [False]
  18. Never read a whole bunch of highfalutin' authors' works [True]
  19. Never gotten drunk with Russians [True]
  20. Never gotten completely shitfaced, full stop [True]
  21. Doesn't know shit from shinola [False]
  22. Doesn't understand the difference between a "pseudo-intellectual" and an "intellectual" [False]
  23. Mentioned quantum mechanics at least twice in conversations which have nothing to do with physics [False, as far as I know]
Crap... It's not looking good.

I nail 8.3 out of 23 possible identifiers, so apparently I am more than a third Intellectual Yet Idiot.

Not good at all. Evidently I need to check myself into the nearest boxing gym and get pummeled until I can't see straight for a week.

Oh, wait a second- I do deadlift. Actually I deadlift quite a bit- 405lbs for a set of 3 just this past Sunday, for instance.

(And I also get my face punched in on a regular basis, which I suppose means that I'm self-medicating.)

Phew! That was a close shave there. I do not, apparently, suffer from terminal intellectualism!!!

Despite the satirical tone- which evidently a bunch of readers of Dr. Taleb's article failed to understand- there is in fact a serious point to be made.

Intellectuals who have no skin in the game have absolutely no business lording it over the rest of us. Their lack of exposure to the devastating consequences of their own stupidity disqualifies them completely from pretending that they know better.

More to the point, most "intellectuals" aren't actually that smart.

Don't get me wrong, they have nosebleed IQs in many cases. To which I respond: so what?

It takes rather more than just a high IQ to impress me. I've known and worked with plenty of smart people in my time. Brains alone are not impressive; what people do with them is what determines whether or not they are worthy of respect.

Consider the following: I have a reasonably high IQ; last time I checked it was somewhere in the neighbourhood of 135. That's at or slightly above genius level, I think.

I also happen to have a Master's degree from an Ivy League university- and not in some fluffy-bunnies-and-unicorns subject either.

But, so what? LastRedoubt, for instance, has an IQ north of 150. Vox Day has an even higher IQ than that. There are regular readers here whose IQs are easily in the 140-160 range- they're smarter than me, and they and I know it.

Having a high IQ does not make one qualified to adopt a position of intellectual superiority. The difference between most midwit intellectuals and men of real learning is that the latter have learned humility and restraint from observing how their ideas work in the real world.

The IYIs of the world have suffered a number of stunning reversals of late- well, stunning for them, wonderful for us. They were totally blindsided by their own ineptitude thanks to the well-documented Dunning-Krueger Effect.

The critical question is whether these numpties are going to learn from their failures. But then, we've all seen these people flailing around in the days since the God-Emperor's victory, so we know the answer to that one already.

Watch the losers run to their safe spaces

The latest season of my favourite family TV show, Last Man Standing, is currently running. (Hard to believe that it's been going strong for six years- and is getting better with every passing year.) In one of the newest episodes, the show's central character, Mike Baxter, played as a manly man of righteous manliness by really-for-real conservative Tim Allen, has to deliver a speech at his second daughter's university.

Not surprisingly, his insistence on speaking plain English to a bunch of coddled, whiny crybabies- you and I used to know them as "university students"- doesn't go down well:

(Can I just say- am I the only one paying as much attention what is going on with Molly Ephraim's rack as I am with her mouth? Just sayin'- she's by far the cutest girl on that show. Hard to believe she's about my age, too.)

The funniest and sharpest comedy is, of course, always rooted in reality. And the sad reality is that the modern university campus is pretty much the most hostile environment that one can find today for free speech.

As is virtually always the case with progressives, they have made things progressively worse, so to speak (see what I did there?), when it comes to freedom of thought and expression. This is ostensibly to avoid "hurting people's feelings", but is in reality a very clear and overt attempt to shut down all possible criticism of the Left's cultural Marxist agenda.

Cultural Marxism, being as it is the bastard hellspawn of economic Marxism, has two extremely effective weapons at its disposal for squashing dissent.

The first weapon is control over language. One of the reasons why economic Marxism was initially so successful as a meme, despite being an absolutely abysmal failure as an actual set of economic policies, is because the core philosophy of Marxism was, essentially, totally incomprehensible.

When you control language, you greatly undermine the ability of your critics to, well, criticise- because you control the very definitions that they are attempting to attack. That is why Marxists were able to get away with so many blatantly stupid ideas.

When Ludwig von Mises proved, beyond the palest shadow of doubt, that economic calculation in the socialist commonwealth was literally impossible because of the lack of any valid price mechanisms, Marxists blithely redefined the very idea of "prices" to come up with a nonsensical notion of "theoretical prices" to facilitate production. As was often the case, von Mises foresaw the collapse of the Soviet Union's economy decades before the fact, but his criticisms were rarely taken seriously because Marxists could always defend themselves by redefining the battlefield.

The second weapon is, and has always been, outright intimidation of their enemies. This is something that Marxists, of both the economic and cultural stripes, do very well indeed.

When they don't get their way, they simply bully until they do get it. They use intimidation, psychological oppression, and outright physical violence to get what they want- which is one of the reasons why arguing with a cultural Marxist, an SJW, or a typical university student is an exercise in futility.

There is only one way to fight back against Marxists, of any kind- with actions, not with reason.

The Soviet empire was economically ruined for decades until it finally died, but it didn't actually die until someone with enough balls to kill it stepped up to the plate and forced it to die out. Ronald Reagan did that by refusing to tolerate Soviet aggression any further, by crippling them with sanctions on their precious natural resources, and by aggressively and vigourously confronting their evil ideology on every possible battlefield.

The modern battlefield of ideas is one which we of the alt-Right must conquer. If we make the same mistake that conservatives have historically made in being polite and acceding to honourable defeat, then we will fail just as they have.

But we won't, because the alt-Right's philosophy is not defensive in nature. It is aggressively offensive, in every possible way.

Which brings us right back to Tim Allen's character, good old Mike Baxter (who, as it turns out, isn't that far removed from Tim Allen's actual personality).

The way to win against these shrieking diseased rabid poltroons isn't by reasoning with them. It's by shouting at them. (This is also how one wins a war with the French, of course- but then, the French are socialists so that's not surprising.)

We win by taking the fight straight to them, as the alt-Right has been doing for all of 2016 and will continue to do in the future. And we're winning the war, much to the utter horror of our enemies, because we're not taking their threats and their violence lying down.

We'll win by offending the crap out of these idiots. We'll win by out-memeing them, by humiliating them, by mocking them mercilessly until they scream and cry for mercy- and then, we won't give it to them.

After all, they won't give us any quarter. Why should they expect any in return?

Monday, 5 December 2016

A useful incentive

Remember how, back in October, a certain way-over-the-hill pop tart by the name of Madonna promised every guy who voted for the Hilldebeast that she would personally fellate him if he pulled the trigger and blew his own brains out voted for the most corrupt, venal, vindictive, dangerous, and downright evil Presidential candidate ever to run for the highest office in the land?

Well, we nationalists can play at that game too- except that when we do it, the women involved are ones whose lips you would actually WANT to have wrapped around your tool:
An actress who promised to perform sex acts on Italians who voted “No” in the country’s referendum on Sunday will apparently make good on her word. 
Italian actress Paola Saulino, 27, has posted a set of “tour” dates throughout Italy for the month of January in which she will reportedly keep her word to perform a sex act on “No” voters. 
Italy voted decisively Sunday to reject changes to its Constitution in what was a victory for populists and a staggering blow to the European Union, and Italian Prime Minister Matteo Renzi resigned immediately following the vote. 
Saulino, who lists her current address in Los Angeles, has nicknamed her tour the “Pompa Tour.” [Clever girl, this. Can she cook too?] According to the UK Sun, “pompa” means “pump” in Italian and is also a slang term for oral sex. 
In a post to her Facebook page over the weekend, Saulino said she would visit a number of cities in Italy, including Rome, Venice and Milan, to make good on her promise. 
The poster for the tour features the actress posing suggestively while licking a lollipop. 
In a racy post last month, the actress maintained that she was serious about honoring her promise. 
“I’m not kidding I just want to thank you in my personal way,” Saulino wrote. 
The actress’s Facebook post says interested parties must fill out a “booking form” to be considered to met with her.
You see, lads? Nationalists really do have more fun!

In case you're wondering, this is what Signora Saulino looks like:

Now, be honest, chaps- which one would you rather get a beej from? A not-exactly-ugly 27-year-old Italian actress who clearly has a nice case of DSL? Or a used-up old hag who looks, and acts, like she's a crazy homeless woman?

I have to say, Italian politics is certainly a good deal more colourful than its American counterpart- and that's saying something considering the epic case of electile dysfunction that this country just went through. (This time, fortunately, the result was actually to our liking.)

I could go on in this vein about how Ms. Saulino's offer might actually be a fun inducement for otherwise-apathetic Italian men to get more involved in politics. Or about how fetching she looks in a tight outfit. Or I could go find that booking link for you.

But somehow, I find that images are more effective than words.

So with that in mind- here's an eyeful of this most motivating young lady:

Man, what a great way to end a Monday... Not only did the globalist supporters of the EUSSR get their arses handed to them in Italy, but young hot patriotic Italian girls are in fact keen on Getting Italians Laid Again!!!

Sunday, 4 December 2016

Ol' Blood n' Guts is BACK!

The more I see and hear of the likely future Secretary of Defence of the United States of America, the more I like him:
  1. “Be polite, be professional, but have a plan to kill everybody you meet.” – from a speech Mattis delivered to Marines arriving in Iraq in 2003. This is widely acclaimed as the ultimate Mattisism, winning extra cool points for being compatible with Patrick Swayze’s famous advice to new bouncers in Road House.
  2. “No war is over until the enemy says it’s over. We may think it over, we may declare it over, but in fact, the enemy gets a vote.” – probably the other most widely-repeated Mattisism, it has been quoted in contexts ranging from the Iraqi troop withdrawal to the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki in World War II.
  3. “You are part of the world’s most feared and trusted force. Engage your brain before you engage your weapon. Share your courage with each other as we enter the uncertain terrain north of the Line of Departure. Keep faith in your comrades on the left and right and Marine Air overhead. Fight with a happy heart and strong spirit.” – from a letter Mattis wrote to the 1st Marine Division, the day before they began their assault on Iraq in 2003. He is restated his point about using your head on the battlefield many times; another popular formulation was, “The most important six inches on the battlefield are between your ears.”
  4. “From our first days at San Diego, Parris Island, or Quantico, NCOs bluntly explained to us that the Corps would be entirely satisfied if we gave 100%, and entirely dissatisfied if we gave 99%. And those NCOs taught us the great pleasure of doing what others thought impossible.” – from a speech Mattis gave when receiving the Marine Corps University Foundation’s 2014 Semper Fidelis Award.
  5. “Now from a distance, I look back on what the Corps taught me: to think like men of action, and to act like men of thought!” – from the same 2014 Semper Fidelis Award speech.
  6. “I’ve never found it to be useful. I’ve always found, give me a pack of cigarettes and a couple of beers, and I do better with that than I do with torture.” – Mattis’ thoughts on waterboarding, according to Donald Trump.
  7. “Every morning I woke up and the first three questions I had, had to do with Iran, and Iran, and Iran. It remains the single most belligerent actor in the Middle East.” – Mattis on Iran, from an April speech to the Center for Strategic & International Studies
  8. “You go into Afghanistan, you got guys who slap women around for five years because they didn’t wear a veil. You know, guys like that ain’t got no manhood left anyway. So it’s a hell of a lot of fun to shoot them.” – Mattis on the Taliban, at a 2005 panel discussion in San Diego, California. This one caused some trouble for Mattis. Marine Commandant Gen. Michael Hagee defended him, but said “should have chosen his words more carefully.” [OOH-RAHHH!!!]
  9. “There are some people who think you have to hate them in order to shoot them. I don’t think you do. It’s just business.” – Mattis choosing his words more carefully, after the above-mentioned controversy. [BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!]
  10. “The first time you blow someone away is not an insignificant event. That said, there are some assholes in the world that just need to be shot. There are hunters and there are victims. By your discipline, cunning, obedience and alertness, you will decide if you are a hunter or a victim. It’s really a hell of a lot of fun. You’re gonna have a blast out here! I feel sorry for every son of a bitch that doesn’t get to serve with you.” – Mattis drawing an important distinction between assholes and sons of bitches to a group of Marines in Iraq, as quoted by Thomas E. Ricks in his book Fiasco: The American Military Adventure in Iraq, 2003 to 2005.
  11. “I come in peace. I didn’t bring artillery. But I’m pleading with you, with tears in my eyes: If you f**k with me, I’ll kill you all.” – Mattis to Iraqi tribal leaders, also quoted by Ricks in Fiasco. [Gen. Mattis, please please PLEASE put this on a placard on your desk at the Pentagon, sir.]
  12. “In a country with millions of people and cars going everywhere, the enemy is going to get a car bomb out there once in a while. There are going to be good days and bad days. Bottom line.” – Mattis on the grim realities of counter-terrorism operations in a 2007 interview. He was talking about Iraq, but unfortunately his observation would be valid anywhere.
  13. “I think it’s very clear that this enemy has decided that the war, the real war for them, will be fought in the narrative, in the media. This is not a place where we’re going to take the enemy’s capital and run up our flag and drink their coffee and that sort of thing.” – from the same interview.
  14. “Marines don’t know how to spell the word defeat.” – proudly cited by the USMC as the retired General’s salute to the indomitable spirit of the Corps. Misusing this quote to tease Marines about their spelling abilities is not recommended.
  15. “I get a lot of credit these days for things I never did.” – Mattis on his own legend, to midshipmen at the Naval Academy in 2004. He also gets a lot of credit for things he never said, as hilariously satirized in a Twitter hashtag full of phony #MattisQuotes. (A sample: “Build a man a fire and he will be warm for a night. Set a man on fire and he’ll be warm for the rest of his life.”)
Everything that I have seen about Gen. James Mattis indicates that he would bleed on the Flag to keep it red. He is a true patriot.

He clearly loves his country and his men. This is not the kind of man who would subscribe to idiotic social-justice ideology that endangers the lives of America's fighting men.

I have a very hard time imagining SecDef Mattis saying with a straight face that women should serve in front-line combat roles, for instance. Or that women could become Navy SEALs or MARSOC operators or Army Rangers- the real kind, like this man, not the watered-down female kind whose records the Army desperately destroyed when questions were raised about whether these new lady badasses were given preferential treatment.

(I'll give you exactly one guess as to what I think is the answer to that question.)

Gen. Mattis appears to understand in his very bones, as every true warrior does, that "no Department of Defence ever won a war". He understands that war requires one to take the fight straight to the enemy, to break his will to fight, and to be willing and able to engage in horrific acts of violence to achieve victory- while still staying true to the Laws of War.

At this point, all we need for the God-Emperor Ascendant to truly assume his mantle is for him to start wearing golden Artificer Power Armour and create a bunch of superhuman Primarchs and then use their gene-seed to create almost-as-amazing Space Marines.

If these initial signs are any indication, the next few years are going to be a riot for us.

Friday, 2 December 2016

Friday T&A: Unleashed in the East Edition

This Friday's installment of female loveliness comes to you courtesy of some cute girl named Chailee Son, who is (apparently) of Korean extraction and (apparently) lives somewhere in Australia.

Like far too many women my age and younger, she appears to spend quite a lot of her time getting photographed while flouncing around in bikinis on beaches, for the purpose of picking up Instagram likes.

That's not a complaint, mind you, just a statement of fact.

A word or three about the Land Down Under (where the lucky bastards are enjoying the height of summer right now).

Having lived in Australia myself, I cannot recommend the country much- EVERYTHING THERE WANTS TO KILL YOU AND USE YOUR EYEBALLS FOR JELLYBEANS.

I will admit, though, that Australia does have its fair share of natural delights- great food, (mostly) great weather (unless you venture up north, where it's just hot and disgustingly humid), a laid-back lifestyle, and locals who are generally pretty chilled out.

(Just be a bit careful in Sydney's western suburbs. Trust me on this one.)

It also features some of the most beautiful scenery anywhere in the world.

Just, y'know, try not to get bitten by a snake, a shark, a crocodile, or a shit-faced rugby fan. And for your own safety, do not get into an argument with a local about whether a Ford or a Holden is better- you'll find yourself getting involved in a fistfight in an awfully big hurry.

Anyway, enough jawin'- on to what you actually came here to see:

"The whizzing sound of that bullet that we just dodged"

Aside from mixing up Leon Panetta and John Podesta somewhere in there- and, let's be honest, given the sheer venality, vindictiveness, and the utterly despicable nature of most of the people closely involved with the Clintons, it's hard to really blame him too much for that mixup- Bill Whittle's latest video on the Hilldebeast's sad, pathetic attempts to derail the Feast of the Emperor's Ascension (those of you who aren't Warhammer 40K nerds will simply call it "the Presidential Inauguration") is one for the ages:

He has some rather uncharitable things to say about the Bitch at the end- though not, as you can perhaps imagine, even half as nasty as what someone like me would say about her.

But he's not wrong.

If anything, he's understating just how freakin' close we all came to seeing everything we love come undone.

The fact is that the entire Western world just experienced a heart-stoppingly close near-miss. While the actual election result itself wasn't close at all- it was, in fact, a true TRUMPSLIDE- the feeling among us in the alt-Right was that we were in the fight of our lives.

This was particularly true in the last month or so of the race, when the avalanche of negative press coverage about the God-Emperor grew to truly mythic proportions. It was easy to think, at the time- as I did at certain points- that there was simply no way that The Donald could win.

By the time we actually go to decision day, things appeared to have stabilised to the point where I suspected and indeed hoped that he would win. And that is what came to pass. But for a while there, it looked very grim indeed.

And for people like us, that grim realisation focused our minds upon the likely, and devastating, consequences of such a loss.

We knew that if the God-Emperor lost to the forces of Chaos on November 8th, we would have suffered a massive defeat. Our values, our ideals, our entire defence of Western civilisation and all of the good that it brings, would have been forced underground once more.

We knew that one of the first things the Rottenmuncher would do upon finally grasping the reins of ultimate power would be to mercilessly hunt down and eliminate, as far as possible, every possible voice of dissent and source of resistance to her hyper-progressive agenda.

I'm not for one moment suggesting that the God-Emperor is in fact our saviour. He isn't. His election has merely bought us a slight reprieve, a little breathing room, thanks to the mercy and grace of Almighty God.

The Lord gave us yet another chance to save ourselves from plunging headlong into the abyss, and it is perfectly clear- to me, at least- that He is shaking His head at us sternly with a final admonition: "For My sake and yours, don't blow it this time!!!".

For the fact is, if we do indeed blow it, and the American people do in fact go back to their usual torpor, apathy, and indifference, then everything that the West stands for will fall into ruin.

Everything that our forefathers built, all of the good that was done by all the countless millions of men who fought and bled and sacrificed for us, all of the wonderful luxuries that our Western way of life has given us- all of it is now at stake.

We live as we do in the West because we literally stand on the shoulders of giants- who would be absolutely mortified with shame to see what we, their descendants, have done to their precious legacy.

It may seem mildly ridiculous to talk about a single election in the US as though it has civilisational consequences- not least because, well, that's exactly how every American Presidential election is treated. It becomes TEH MOST IMPORTANTEST ELEKSHUN EVAR!!! (Sorry, I know, I sound like a retard- or a Millennial hipster, which is the same thing.)

Yet, this year, it actually was important.

Americans were offered a very clear choice. They were asked to choose between the status quo, which would have seen their nation and their civilisation fall into ruin because the same stupid mistakes that got them into their current pickle would have continued to happen- or a new way, one that takes deep pride in who and what Americans of all races and colours are, but which acknowledges, however tacitly, that white Americans are the backbone of the nation and its civilisation.

Thank God that America chose as it did- which is exactly what I have been doing every day since November 9th.

I thank God that He, through you, gave these United States of America yet another chance to redeem and rebuild itself. The country and the people that I love were given one more opportunity- probably the very last one- to save themselves.

I thank God that He still listens to you and me. Surely it would be easiest for Him to simply turn His back on us and treat us as the foolish stupid moronic children that we are- yet He does not, even now.

That bullet you just dodged is only one of a veritable hail of such things coming straight at all of us. The entire Western world, and its way of life, is under assault from both without and within. Our fight isn't over- it hasn't even really begun.

But now the resistance has started shooting back. And I have to say, it is a hell of a lot of fun to see the barbarians who have forced us to this point suddenly cowering in fear and ducking for cover. It's about damned time.

Donald Trump will not save us. He has only bought us some desperately needed respite from the relentless progressive assault on Western values and principles and provided a useful diversion for our enemies to focus upon. That is all.

The rest is up to us- and if we fail this time, that bullet we just dodged will very soon be followed by cannonballs and mortar shells raining down around us. The barbarians are not just at the gates, they are among us, here, now, and they are not interested in making peace or preserving civilisation.

They just took a tremendous kick in the teeth, but they are not gone, and they are most certainly not forgiving.

If we cock it up this time, there won't be another chance. At that point, it will truly be game over.

Thursday, 1 December 2016

Speaking of political correctness...

It's time to take a sledgehammer to it by offending everyone we possibly can, TOP GEAR style:

I couldn't stop laughing over the comments about that Mexican car. In case you're wondering, it's called the Mastretta MXT, and in TOP GEAR Series 19, Episode 3, the boys went to the US for a driving holiday and set themselves a final challenge during that trip which involved seeing who could get from southern California to the Mexican border the first.

The last one there had to road-test Mexico's first-ever homegrown  "performance" car.

The lads were understandably rather unhappy about that particular prospect, because of those very same comments that they made up there in that video, and the fact that Mexico these days is essentially where you go to get shot- with hot lead, not a flu vaccine.

Leave aside the fact that you'd have to be smoking some homegrown to think that a Mexican-made supercar would be any good- and by the way, it turns out that, actually, it isn't. When the Hamster road-tested it, he found that it had some "quality issues".

He very amusingly didn't go into too many details because, well, he didn't want to be beheaded by some Mexican cartel. Sensible choice, in my opinion.

He also pointed out that, despite the much-ballyhooed claim that this is the very first performance car ever produced entirely in Mexico without any real foreign input, the engine is in fact American.

As it happens, that is usually how things go. The moment you actually want real power, you need to go to the Americans, the Germans, the English, or the Japanese- because they know how to build and use it.

It is not a coincidence that all four of those nations once had, or still have, extensive physical and cultural empires. Imperialism, for all of its faults, actually does have a fair few things going for it.

Anyway, the point is, political correctness deserves to be roundly and thoroughly mocked. It isn't just stupid and useless- taken to extremes, as it has been taken for years, it kills people.

If Westerners, particularly the white Westerners who have let themselves be bamboozled by political correctness for the better part of fifty years by now, want to do just one thing to save their culture and society, they can start by dismantling the entire horrible edifice of political correctness.

The free exchange of ideas, satirical or otherwise, is critical to the growth and prosperity of a free society. Political correctness and thought control put strangleholds on freedom, ensuring that any society that succumbs to the siren call of wanting everyone to "just be nice to each other" will eventually kill itself off.

Wednesday, 30 November 2016

The cancer in the marrow

Steve Hughes is a comedian who, for someone in his line of work, actually has his head screwed on quite tightly. He's Australian- so he (presumably) understands that meat is murder, tasty, tasty murder; he's a metalhead- so he has impeccable taste in music; and he considers political correctness to be basically batshit insane.

I'm not joking about his taste in music, by the way. You haven't understood what the word "dedication" means until you've seen a dyed-in-the-wool IRON MAIDEN fan, like Steve Hughes (or me), in real life. We don't just like the band- we're the kinds of crazy bastards who collect the tour shirts just... well, because.

Hell, I've got an Eddie the 'Ead (styled on the Killers album cover, natch) action figure occupying a place of honour on my bookshelf- right next to a scale model of a SPARTAN-IV.

That aside, he has a serious point to make through his comic stylings about the deadly rot of political correctness. Actually, if anything, he is understating the gravity of the problem.

Some might have you believe that political correctness was a high-minded attempt to make people be a little nicer and more polite to each other.

It was actually nothing of the sort- it was one of the many exercises in totalitarian thought control that emerged out of the Frankfurt School of cultural Marxism. At this point, to our great loss and shame, has metastasised into a true cancer within Western society.

The fact is that free speech has been consistently and relentlessly attacked under the aegis of "political correctness", in order to stop anyone from saying anything "too offensive" (read: unacceptable to the protected minority groups favoured by progressives).

None of this is news to any of you. All of you have had to censor your opinions and your thoughts in public. One of the worst offences you can commit in this day and age is to think the "wrong" things.

And God help you if you dare to say those things in public.

It has been said before, correctly, that "in a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act". It has often been argued that the source of this quote was none other than George Orwell, whose books during and after his lifetime did a very great deal to tell the truth about power and the terrible corruption that it brings.

There is some argument over whether Mr. Orwell did, in fact, state that phrase. Whether he did or didn't, though, is basically irrelevant. What he did do is far more important.

George Orwell showed us very clearly what the world would look like if truth goes from being objective and openly available for anyone to see and speak, to being subjected to the whims of a ruling class that determines what is and is not permissible.

He wrote a book in 1949 that would go on to become the defining text on what happens when any state or group arrogates to itself the right to define what is, and is not, truth. When he published it, most people thought it was merely a highly entertaining and rather disturbing bit of fiction, yet 70 years later it reads like a journalistic investigation into modern speech-policing.

There was a time when George Orwell's Nineteen Eighty-Four, and its brilliantly conceived idea of a new "correct" manner of speech and thought in the form of Newspeak, could have been dimissed as simple fiction. But Mr. Orwell was a prophet far ahead of his time, and he foresaw our current predicament with chilling accuracy.

Today, if you dare to offend anyone among the "protected classes" of the culture, you are immediately cast out of polite society. You are treated as one who has committed the worst possible crimes- when, in reality, all you have done is express an opinion.

The reality is that an opinion is merely what you think. It may or may not be rooted in objective reality. But if you find an opinion offensive, that's really your problem and nobody else's.

If you are a Jew and you are offended when someone voices the opinion (which I categorically disagree with) that Jews are part of some secret cult that aims to control the world- that is your problem.

If you are a Muslim and you are offended when someone (like me) argues that your "prophet" was a vile, murderous, child-molesting warlord who stained his hands with the blood of possibly thousands and definitely hundreds of combatants and innocents alike- that is your problem.

If you are black and you are offended when someone (like me) opines that inner-city black culture is a damned disaster that traps young blacks in a cycle of poverty, violence, and single-parenthood while glorifying all that is worst and ugliest in human nature- that is your problem.

If you are gay and you are offended when someone (like me) calls your lifestyle degenerate and disgusting, argues that your sexual proclivities result in vastly higher rates of both the spreading of STDs and partner abuse than in the normal population, and indeed if you are offended at the very use of the word "normal" to describe human sexual preferences- that is your problem.

If you are "transgendered" (whatever the hell that means) and you are offended when someone (like me) calls you mentally disturbed for thinking that you are something that you cannot possibly be- that is your problem.

If you are a woman and you are offended when someone (like me) says that the gender pay gap is a complete myth, that women routinely choose softer and easier jobs with more flexible working hours and greater leisure time, over hard and dangerous but well-paying manual labour or jobs that require long hours and hard sweat of the mind- that is your problem.

Indeed, these days the only people you can get away with actively mocking are straight white Christian males. That is the last acceptable prejudice in modern Western society. They are fair game because they don't fight back- but if you dare to mock anyone else, you're dead.

Taking offence at opinions is the easy way out. It allows people to substitute feelings for logic, anger for reason, and subjective folly for objective truth.

That is the true impact of political correctness. By making people hesitant to speak their minds for fear of social censure- or, worse, actual punishment at the hands of an overbearing state- we obscure our ability to seek out truth.

The reality is that truth is painful. It always has been- just ask any real Christian about the trials that he has had to endure for his faith in God. Political correctness makes it easy to shun the hard path of truth- and thereby makes it impossible for us to reap the very real rewards that come from embracing that pain.

The other serious problem with political correctness is that, just as Orwell had predicted in his masterpiece, the definition of what is and is not "permissible" is constantly shifting.

For instance, it used to be that feminists were on the same side as racial equalitarians. But now, apparently, white feminists are guilty of racism for being white, because.... reasons.

After all, we have always been at war with Oceania Eastasia.

Truth isn't flexible. It simply is what it is. The Universal Gravitational Constant doesn't change just because you really really really want it to. Human nature doesn't change just because you think it should. God's existence is not contingent upon whether you can communicate with Him or not.

That very inflexibility of truth is what makes it so important. The search for truth consumes our entire lives; without it we are simply deaf, dumb, and blind children stumbling through life without anything stopping us from going straight over the nearest cliff.

Political correctness robs us of those senses, of our ability to tell what is right and wrong, all in the name of sparing our feeeeeeelings.

Enough of such nonsense. Enough of this stupidity. Speak the truth, even if it could cost you dearly, in whatever way that you can.

It is still a dangerous world for those who wish to speak truthfully and faithfully- that, after all, is why I write under a pseudonym. But it has gotten marginally easier- unexpectedly so, actually- ever since the election of the God-Emperor Ascendant.

That tiny sliver of hope is all that we need to keep going. Once that hope is gone, then we are truly doomed- but for now, it is clear that the age of political correctness is beginning its long-awaited death-spiral onto the ash heap of history.

Good bloody riddance to it, too.

Tuesday, 29 November 2016

So this thrash band walks into a salsa club...

Question: what do you suppose happens when one of the greatest drummers ever to beat the crap out of the skins shows up at a drum-off expo to show off what he can do?

Answer: something like THIS...

I am going to commit heavy metal heresy when I say this, but the fact is, I am not a fan of SLAYER. I really am not. My tastes in thrash metal, and with heavy metal in general, have always leaned heavily toward the progressive and melodic side of things. That is why I am a huge fan of the early MEGADETH albums, for instance; in my opinion, no thrash band has ever topped the sheer brilliance of Killing is My Business... And Business is Good! and the monumental Peace Sells... But Who's Buying?

That is because both albums had this amazing fusion of jazz and thrash, thanks to MEGADETH's lineup at the time. Gar Samuelson on drums and Chris Poland on lead guitar turned the band into a true powerhouse of melodic heavy metal. They were able to put together songs that were musically brilliant as well as brutal.

SLAYER, on the other hand, was all about simply overpowering the listener with sheer speed, aggression, and rage. And Dave Lombardo was unquestionably a huge part of that sound.

I'll never forget the first time that I heard Reign in Blood. I couldn't get my head around the album- I just didn't see the point of it. The whole thing just seemed to be a giant, chaotic mess. It was all just... noise.

But one thing stood out from the background of whammy-bar solos and rage-filled roars. And that was the drumming.

Good Lord but the drumming was something else. It was like listening to a Bizarro World version of Neil Peart, if he was mainlining crack.

The funny thing is, though, that if you've only ever heard Dave Lombardo playing in SLAYER, you're actually not seeing what he's truly capable of doing as a drummer. That clip above proves it. Turns out, he's actually amazingly talented in a number of different styles of drumming.

That, in my opinion, is what separates the merely good drummers from the truly great ones. Neil Peart, Nicko McBrain, Marco Minnemann, Mike Portnoy, Jimmy DeGrasso, Iain Paice, and on back to departed legends like Joe Morello and, of course, Buddy Rich- they all have this trait in common. Every one of them is capable of playing a variety of different styles with equal fluency and skill. None of them is limited to just one style of playing, unlike quite a lot of heavy metal drummers who only play really fast and really really heavy.

If you get the chance to watch a true drum artist play live, it's a true treat. I've seen Neil Peart play live with RUSH something like 7 times (last time I bothered counting); his drum solos are truly epic demonstrations of what a real legend can do with the drums.

That's what it's like watching Dave Lombardo killing it on those drums while playing as though he just crashed into a salsa bar. You're watching a true master showing the rest of us mere mortals how it's done.

Monday, 28 November 2016

The Betrothed by Rudyard Kipling

Was there ever a more red-pill poet and writer than Rudyard Kipling? About the only one who I genuinely think could possibly compete for that title was probably W. Somerset Maugham- I know Charles Bukowski is supposed to be right up there too, but I've never read any of his works and, frankly, Kipling has everyone else beat hollow.

This poem has got to be one of the finest takes on marriage in the modern age that I've ever seen- which is remarkable, considering it was written well over a century ago.

"You must choose between me and your cigar."

Open the old cigar-box, get me a Cuba stout,
For things are running crossways, and Maggie and I are out.

We quarrelled about Havanas -- we fought o'er a good cheroot,
And I knew she is exacting, and she says I am a brute.

Open the old cigar-box -- let me consider a space;
In the soft blue veil of the vapour musing on Maggie's face.

Maggie is pretty to look at -- Maggie's a loving lass,
But the prettiest cheeks must wrinkle, the truest of loves must pass.

There's peace in a Larranaga, there's calm in a Henry Clay;
But the best cigar in an hour is finished and thrown away --

Thrown away for another as perfect and ripe and brown --
But I could not throw away Maggie for fear o' the talk o' the town!

Maggie, my wife at fifty -- grey and dour and old --
With never another Maggie to purchase for love or gold!

And the light of Days that have Been the dark of the Days that Are,
And Love's torch stinking and stale, like the butt of a dead cigar --

The butt of a dead cigar you are bound to keep in your pocket --
With never a new one to light tho' it's charred and black to the socket!

Open the old cigar-box -- let me consider a while.
Here is a mild Manila -- there is a wifely smile.

Which is the better portion -- bondage bought with a ring,
Or a harem of dusky beauties, fifty tied in a string?

Counsellors cunning and silent -- comforters true and tried,
And never a one of the fifty to sneer at a rival bride?

Thought in the early morning, solace in time of woes,
Peace in the hush of the twilight, balm ere my eyelids close,

This will the fifty give me, asking nought in return,
With only a Suttee's passion -- to do their duty and burn.

This will the fifty give me. When they are spent and dead,
Five times other fifties shall be my servants instead.

The furrows of far-off Java, the isles of the Spanish Main,
When they hear my harem is empty will send me my brides again.

I will take no heed to their raiment, nor food for their mouths withal,
So long as the gulls are nesting, so long as the showers fall.

I will scent 'em with best vanilla, with tea will I temper their hides,
And the Moor and the Mormon shall envy who read of the tale of my brides.

For Maggie has written a letter to give me my choice between
The wee little whimpering Love and the great god Nick o' Teen.

And I have been servant of Love for barely a twelvemonth clear,
But I have been Priest of Cabanas a matter of seven year;

And the gloom of my bachelor days is flecked with the cheery light
Of stumps that I burned to Friendship and Pleasure and Work and Fight.

And I turn my eyes to the future that Maggie and I must prove,
But the only light on the marshes is the Will-o'-the-Wisp of Love.

Will it see me safe through my journey or leave me bogged in the mire?
Since a puff of tobacco can cloud it, shall I follow the fitful fire?

Open the old cigar-box -- let me consider anew --
Old friends, and who is Maggie that I should abandon you?

A million surplus Maggies are willing to bear the yoke;
And a woman is only a woman, but a good Cigar is a Smoke.

Light me another Cuba -- I hold to my first-sworn vows.
If Maggie will have no rival, I'll have no Maggie for Spouse!