Happy New Year


In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning. Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made. In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome[a] it. 
-- John 1:1-5, New International Version, The Holy Bible

Happy 2017, lads.

As I'm writing this, there is mist and cloud outside, there is a chilly breeze wafting in through the open windows of the study of my family home, and the strong smell of smoke lingers on the air. I didn't stay awake long enough to usher in the New Year- at the ripe old age of my early thirties, I rather need my beauty sleep, after all- but I have no doubt that it was one hell of a party outside. Inside our house, though, things proceeded pretty much as they always have: with a lot of laughter, silly jokes, terrible puns, far too much food and plenty of alcohol, and four highly intelligent and extremely opinionated people all holding forth on whatever interests each of us.

Outside our house, the world carries on as it always has- yet it is clear to me this morning that the world as we know it has changed, and there is no going back now. The coming year is going to hold challenges and opportunities aplenty for all of us, and I cannot wait to get started.

Looking back, it's hard to believe that I am now entering my fifth year of blogging. This blog's traffic has grown slowly and organically during those last four years, and 2016 maintained the steady progress of previous years. I started the year with about 395,000 pageviews, and ended with not quite 735,000 pageviews- a growth rate of about 86%. This is despite the fact that I wrote fewer posts in 2016- I got lazy fairly frequently throughout the year. There were a couple of big spikes in traffic- one sustained one from about May to July, and then another big one in December.

That is entirely thanks to all of you- all, like, eight of you- who read and comment and criticise and link to what I write. I am profoundly grateful for that fact, and I personally thank each and every one of you for doing those things. As I have always stated, I write for nothing and no one other than myself, but it is a tremendous pleasure to know that there are others out there who appreciate, value, and take interest in what I write. That is its own great reward, and it makes all of the time and effort that I have invested in this blog worthwhile.

I especially thank those who take the time specifically to comment on my work. You commenters give me ideas for new material and, more importantly, you keep me honest. It's far too easy as a writer with a blog to allow one's head to be shoved way too far up one's own ass; critical commentary helps prevent that condition from becoming terminal.

And this year, more than any other before it, the ideas and values pushed by people like me need to be sharper, more relevant, and more applicable than ever before. They need to be refined so that their utility and practicability becomes indisputable, because they are literal truth.

We have a war to win, after all, and we're not going to do that with bad thinking and worse execution.

For if 2016 showed us anything, it showed us that while we writers and foot-soldiers and thought-leaders of the alt-Right are relatively few, we are having an extraordinary impact upon the public discourse. Our ideas and values, once shunned and mocked and pilloried for being reactionary, racist, sexist, homophobic, and any number of other pejoratives, are now suddenly at the forefront of national and international policy debates.

This did not happen by accident, and it was never an assured outcome. When I started blogging in 2013, there seemed to be little hope for men like us. Everything we stood for was under relentless and savage attack. The rights of men were being destroyed even as Western society demanded that we take on ever more responsibility. Many of us simply shrugged and said, "phuck that", and walked away.

Many more of us, trapped in the teeth of the system for any number of reasons, had no choice but to carry that burden of society's expectations, facing a future in which we knew that we were simply going to be treated as workhorses to provide labour to an ever more tyrannical government ruled by a globalist elite, and as cash cows for women whose femininity and human decency declined with every passing year.

As if that wasn't bad enough, we knew that, in 2016, we would likely see the election to power of the most corrupt, mendacious, and even downright evil politician to the highest office in the land that the Republic has ever seen. We knew that the Republic almost surely would not survive that final blow.

We knew that everything we loved, everything we stood for, everything we wanted for our future and for our children, was at risk.

And then, slowly but inexorably, the pendulum of history began to swing the other way.

Thirty long years of globalist insanity, feminist vapidity, and social justice warrior stupidity became too much for the free men (and not a few of the women) of the West to take any more. The year just past was one in which the self-contradictory and hopelessly incoherent globalist consensus of secular liberal democracy, open borders, free trade, social justice, and heavy welfare spending slammed face-first into the brick wall of harsh reality.

The tide has turned for us. The advent of Brexit, the election of the God-Emperor Donald Trump, and the continuing rejections of the globalist agenda across the world have shown that there is still hope, and that our revolution is gathering momentum.

Now let's be clear-headed about this. We haven't won anything yet other than a few key battles. The war for the West still rages, and our numbers are still very few. Moreover, as the West continues to slide ever deeper into demographic oblivion, it is not a question of "if" the West will be destroyed, but when.

Our war to "save the West" isn't going to succeed if we simply try to hold the line. We will fail if we try to just keep things the way they were at some point in the past. We don't have the numbers for it.

If, however, we try to save what we can, and rebuild after the collapse, we will succeed. And now, at long last, we have that most precious of commodities to allow ourselves to do just that. We have time.

Be honest: the collapse and dissolution of the American Republic is still guaranteed. You cannot expect a nation built and maintained by white people, with a uniquely white system of government, to last if those same white people are not breeding and become minorities in their own nation. You certainly cannot expect a nation built by white people to keep itself running when it has taken a swan-dive off of a fiscal cliff that condemns every single one of its descendants, out to the next ten generations, to indentured servitude to the government.

But the election of Donald Trump bought us time. Not very much, just a decade, maybe two, in which we can continue pushing back. As America fractures into its distinct political entities, we will be able to build out on a macro level the ideas, platforms, and institutions needed to restore patriarchal societies to their rightful places, led by strong but decent men and tempered by and steeped in the wisdom of past generations.

The Reclamation has already begun. The Alt-Tech revolution is already helping push back against the SJW-controlled behemoths that have done so much damage to freedom of speech and association. That revolution is going to carry on into small businesses and corporations everywhere, as government fiat and SJW lunacy will increasingly be ignored- because it makes good business sense to ignore it.

On a micro level, I have a particular message for men of my age and younger, and it is this: the future belongs to those who show up for it. So, for God's sake and your own, don't walk away from your future, and the future of your people.

Look, gents, I know what I'm saying. I know that the dating scene is bad. I know that marriage is a tremendous gamble these days- one in which you are likely to lose up to 90% of everything you have. I know that if you have children, you are putting them and yourself at enormous risk thanks to the completely FUBARd "family court" system in this country. I know that you are potentially risking it all on one woman, and that in today's Western society, this is simply a disaster waiting to happen.

I know because I've spent months thinking hard about that reality, and everywhere I look, I see the jaws of a nutcracker closing inexorably around the sack of any man contemplating marriage and children.

Yet the hard fact remains that the Western world is dying. Your world will die because your people have been given everything they need in order to live- which, not very surprisingly in hindsight, means that they don't seem to want to actually live at all.

And you and I are not going to be able to reverse decades of demographic decline, and the resulting decadence and stupidity created by it, by ourselves. This is a multi-generational fight and if we are going to win it, we need children.

Simply walking away from it all, going Galt, going MGTOW, is no bad thing, and I have nothing but respect for those who make that choice. I understand completely where they are coming from and why they have chosen to walk away from women, except for sex and occasional companionship.

But that is also the counsel of despair, because without children to whom we can pass on our values and beliefs, without future generations to carry on in our name, everything we hold dear, everything we stand for, will die as surely as we will.

There has to be a better way to find a good woman and raise good children, and I intend to spend this year discovering it. I invite my younger readers to join me in that search.

Finally, it is worth remembering that, although the forces arrayed against us are vast and terrible, there is little need for us to be afraid. The events of the past year proved to me, beyond any doubt, that God is on our side and that He has not forgotten us. We fight for values and ideals rooted in historical, scientific, and spiritual fact; our enemies fight for temporal nonsense with little, if any, intellectual or rational basis.

We have been given a sacred duty and an historic opportunity. We were reminded almost every day in 2016 that, although there is great evil in the world, there is also hope and joy and faith. God did not give us this chance because He wants to see us fail. He gave it to us because He believes in us.

The very least we can do is believe in Him in return. Believe that He has a plan for us, that He loves us, and that He will never abandon us to destruction, faithlessness, and despair.

The light still shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.

Be of good cheer in the days to come, though they be long and difficult. May God bless you and yours this year, and may God always, always bless the United States of America.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me;
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.
--
The Battle Hymn of the Republic by Julia Ward Howe

Comments

  1. Anyone who can give those poor mgtow guys a way forward deserves a medal. I hadn't sworn off women, but had basically given up when I met my wife. The guys that have successful families and only mock the mgtow as a bunch of losers have nothing to offer them. I agree with you, mgtow as the movement exists online is indeed the counsel of despair, but there have to be some answers out there.

    I like Vox Days sites, but some of the commenters mock those poor guys relentlessly, and there is no purpose to it. They obviously are losers; telling them so serves no benefit.

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