Hail and Kill!

Vox Day issues a call to arms that is sure to stir the blood of every Manospherian:
It is no use for the Right to primly disapprove and declare "that's not sporting, old chap". When one side clings to the Marquess of Queensbury rules while the other is making use of the full range of MMA options, the outcome is certain. The Left is increasingly confident, in part because its numbers have been swollen through immigration and forty years of public school indoctrination, in part because, rather like Hitler, they simply don't believe the other side has the backbone to stand its ground. 
But the Right still has the bigger numbers. Despite the Left's loathing of him, it is Card who is Tor's best-selling novelist, not their left-wing poster girl. Despite the fact that I am not published by any major publisher, I have the most-trafficked blog of any SF/F writer. By every objective measure, the Right remains more culturally powerful than the destructive parasites of the Left. But it is an impotent, mostely unused power. 
So, it is time to use it. It is time for the sleeping dog to wake up and bite back. It is time to treat them the way they have been treating us for decades. Don't hire them. Don't publish them. Don't support them. Express social disapproval of them. If you suspect them of left-wing sympathies, if you suspect them of equalitarianism and feminism and other intellectual diseases, inquire further and then drive them into social quarantine. Force them to rely upon their own kind rather than subsisting like vampires upon the human cattle they despise. 
Don't whine about how they won't let you into the clubs and companies they invaded and occupied and made their own, create new ones, make them bigger and better, and then, (and this is the crucial part), DO NOT LET THEM IN. To "foxnews" should be a verb in every right-winger's vocabulary; Fox News is the model that shows how easily the Right can dominate and destroy the Left on the Left's own turf so long as the Right stops trying to appease and accommodate the Left. 
Punching back is punching back twice as hard, because the Right has more muscle.
Amen, Reverend Day.



Living in the Northeast of the country, as I do, it is often difficult to see what Vox means when he says that the Right outnumbers the Left. Out here, liberalism is strong, taxes are high, and stupidity reigns supreme. In this part of the country, the black vote, and the Hispanic vote, count a great deal- which means that any politician who is even slightly out of line with the orthodoxy of the Cathedral is immediately labelled Raciss, Sexiss, or worse.

Yet, he's not wrong, not in aggregate. This country, for all of its loony policies and downright stupid ideas, is still a largely conservative, largely sensible one. (Though I'll be the first to admit that I think it's losing ever more of that good sense every day.) It's just that most people subscribe to what Daniel Hannan calls "small-c conservatism"- a type of conservatism that basically tries to go along to get along, and distrusts sudden, rapid changes to established orders and ideas.

The only part where I think Vox doesn't do his own screed justice is in the fact that he doesn't really elaborate on the methods to use in pursuing his ultimate goal of victory over the rabbits who actively seek to destroy everything that wolves like him have built. And that is where the work of someone like Anonymous Conservative comes in.

You see, liberal rabbits everywhere love to make themselves feel superior to you through out-grouping tactics. Their sense of security, of absolute conviction in their own rightness and superiority, comes from having approval of the group. Their "knowledge" of the issues, such as it is, usually comes from "discussions" in the quad with their liberal friends (it's easy to agree with an echo chamber, after all) or from their Left-wing university professors, who never bothered to question their basic assumptions. Our sense of self, on the other hand, comes from years if not decades of isolated, careful thought and study, usually done while struggling against a deeply hostile and dangerous world simply to survive. As paleolibertarians, as introverts, as masculine men and feminine women who believe in the primacy of God and the absolute authority of His Law, we know and understand that it does not matter how many stupid and shortsighted people agree with a stupid and shortsighted idea- it still doesn't make that idea right.

Example: taxation of income and wealth is a direct violation of Scripture. It is as clear a violation of the Tenth Commandment- Thou Shalt Not Covet- as one can find. It DOES NOT MATTER that billions around the world think that income taxes are The Right Thing To Do, for we humans do not have the power to turn black into white and vice versa.

The only way to fight this wave of r-selected stupidity is, quite simply, to pull a Halo Event on it. The analogy is more apt than you might think- and this is where I turn into a raging HALO nerd for a moment, so bear with me. Like the r-selected ideology that we have allowed to dominate our institutions, our churches, our families, and our governments, the Flood is a voracious, rapacious and extremely virulent infection that seeks to consume all before it, to impose perfect uniformity and perfect harmony by first inflicting massive suffering and pain, eventually culminating in an "order" in which free will simply does not exist, since all has been subsumed and consumed by it.

The way to stop this infection is to starve it to death- to rip away the very sustenance that it feeds upon. This is an infection of the mind, first and foremost. It feeds on the subconscious fear that each of us has of being excluded from The Group. The only way to fight that fear is to face it and to accept it.

No more pulling punches. No more retreating in the face of liberal stupidity. No more letting them get away without having their ideology challenged, their basic assumptions questioned. No more letting them get away with out-grouping tactics. No more letting them shout us down.

They have given us into the hand of new unhappy lords,
Lords without anger or honour, who dare not carry their swords.
They fight by shuffling papers; they have bright dead alien eyes;
They look at our labour and laughter as a tired man looks at flies.
And the load of their loveless pity is worse than the ancient wrongs,
Their doors are shut in the evening; and they know no songs. 
We hear men speaking for us of new laws strong and sweet,
Yet is there no man speaketh as we speak in the street.
It may be we shall rise the last as Frenchmen rose the first,
Our wrath come after Russia's wrath and our wrath be the worst.
It may be we are meant to mark with our riot and our rest
God's scorn for all men governing. It may be beer is best.
But we are the people of England; and we have not spoken yet.
Smile at us, pay us, pass us. But do not quite forget.

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