Happy Racism

The path to becoming a Happy Racist is long, hard, fraught with danger, and packed with clichés. I spent seven years wandering the wastes in order to reach this state. It’s not an achievement, mind you, but a mood (albeit a persistent one). Some guys become frothing  haters defined only by the objects of their rage and are transmogrified into counterproductive caricatures. Others are absorbed into conservatism after failed missions to racialize “traditionalists” of varying stripes. Happy Racism will prevent you from being co-opted.

The path to Happy Racism is marked by perspective: namely, where you stand in relationship to White nationalism/advocacy/racialism/theology/etc. One must take it into the core of his being – it becomes an organ. It’s situated somewhere in the thoracic cavity, alongside the organ that produces Thumos. Happy Racism can be your calm little center if you let it. Enough teasing, let’s stop the grinnin’ and drop the linen. I’ll define it for you.

First, mood music:

Hallmarks of the Happy Racist:

  • Perspective: accept it, society doesn’t belong to you. You belong nowhere and every extant institution is your committed enemy.
  • A Line In The Sand: you lack one. You have nothing to defend, only a society to break into. Defense wears a man down. You’re a roving dissident.
  • History: you’re on the right side, even if you lose. Blood determines all. Blood created the environment that shapes the blood. Our very existence belies the severity of these facts.
  • Attitude: the rotting megalopolis isn’t a tomb  – it’s your playground.
  • Fanaticism: let it burn low and slow. You’re a smoldering ember whose ideas seep out into the world. Throwing fireballs everywhere is a premature ejaculation.
  • Happiness: is psychological observation. Learn what makes them, and you, tick. Smile at the flaws of man and you’ll become a better man.
  • Labels: who needs them? You’re a flake, owing no loyalty to any -ism outside of revolutionary WN.





Why I am not a neonazi


The West’s Darkest Hour

The following are some of the last pages of my forthcoming book, The Fair Race’s Darkest Hour. I will include a PDF of the whole book in my next blog entry.

V irtually all white males have been feminized. This is due to the fact that they, including white nationalists, are reluctant to repudiate every single conquest of feminism—starting not only with allowing women to vote (we have seen that democracy is the worst kind of political system) but even with their “right” to inherit wealth or property. The humiliating empowerment of white women throughout the West is directly proportionate with the cretinization of white males. However, now that I reproduced my translations of a book about the prime example of polar Yang in our history, Sparta, I would like to qualify that what we need is Aristotle’s proverbial golden mean. Sparta produced the best soldiers in world history…

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Cop spends two years and thousands of man hours to catch someone who scrawled graffiti

Bleeding the beast with a sharpie.

Mindweapons in Ragnarok

Stevens is charged with felony criminal mischief, accused of using permanent marker to write hate messages on the home of the Ngendahayos and those of three other African refugee families. The arrest came after an exhaustive two-year investigation in which Det. Wade Brown examined the handwriting on thousands of police files to find a distinctive “b” that looked like the number 6.

I wonder if Detective Brown will win the ADL Torch of Freedom award or the SPLC Civil Rights award for this.

Two years of analyzing THOUSANDS of man hours of government documents! For graffiti!

They have a totally circumstantial case. Tattoo man probably knows the 5 words and will make the prosecution prove it’s case before a jury of his peers, some of whom may also not be happy about New Hampshire getting refugees.

Blacks KILL whites. No big deal. Whites write graffiti and Sherlock Holmes spends two…

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Apocalypse No

The end was yesterday, welcome to the beginning.

Hipster Racist

Why I’m not a doomer:

The narcissism of youth means you can’t see (as I couldn’t) that the “coming apocalypse” is you getting old in a stumbling, messy world where the greedy win – which appears to be unstable, but, however, is far more stable than you, you yourself and your tiny, evaporating bag-of-water body.

The real coming apocalypse is you getting, irrelevant, and unwanted.

Nothing else ever changes.


Another version of the same principle: the market can stay irrational longer than you can stay solvent.

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Jonathan Bowden on teh gay.

Psychopathia Sexualis
–A response to Alisdair Clarke’s homosexualism in New Imperium’s second issue. New Imperium magazine is the official journal of the New Right. For more information, please visit the New Right website via the ‘Links’ page.–
I have to respond to Alisdair Clarke’s homosexualism in New Imperium’s second issue. The truth of the matter is that Uranian discourse remains fey and counter-propositional. For, contrary to Weininger’s doxa in Sex and Character, orientation comes from physiology – hence its division into male and female. The notion, anthropologically, that Indo-European development consists of male-bonded warriorship vis-a-vis the Family is fanciful. More accurately, a primal sexuality always embodies Heterosexuality. It alone relates to blood, genetics, racial causation and gender’s polarity. All culture springs from a child’s birth – it’s in accordance with Nature. A factor which necessitates the weakness of all alternatives: whether these are same-sex, infantilistic or paedophile, bi-polar, necrophile, coprophiliac, trans-gender or hermaphroditic, et cetera…
Another stream in this particular argument involves a defence of women. All sexual beauty has to be female given the divinity of the woman’s body. Without it there’s nothing – in terms of Erotica’s stream of consciousness… When one considers three-dimensional art – Rodin’s The Muse, Cybele or Aristide Malliol’s study for Action in Chains – one recognises the Anima at work. For representation of the female corpus is cardinal to mental creativity in many fields. In Hellenistic art, the Aphrodite of Melos – more commonly known as the Venus of Milo – glistens in its marble splendour in the Louvre. But even this doesn’t do justice to the subliminal eroticism given off by this work. For, in refutation of Edward Carpenter’s notion of The Third Sex, there were only two of them! Whereas all forms of Zoophytic, inverted or ‘alternative’ sexuality are biological in origin; they result from a female hypothalmus in inverse males and its reverse in Gluck’s kindred. Given this, culturalised sexual discourse falls sheer – whether or not it happens to be championed by the New Left. This also gives the lie to the idea that Judaeo-Christianity is uniquely anti-homosexual. Paganism, being polyvalent, can appear more adaptive but its primitivism would tear most epicene forms to pieces. For instance, Robert E. Howard’s Conan the Barbarian happens to furnish heterosexuality with an attractive front… whether or not Frank Frazetta’s water-colours depict it.
Another fallacy needs to be confronted: and this must be the notion that family life, male-female bonding, the nuclear enclave, children, et cetera… are somehow negative, restrictive, reactionary, unalternative, ‘square’ or Bourgeois. Au contraire, the First Sexuality remains primal, chthonic, volcanic, and biologically productive. It erupts, like one of Norman Lowell’s abstracts, from fundamental fissures. In terms of flesh, without a penis in the vagina nought else exists – even inversion. Perhaps the best analysis has to be the masterwork which convened modern sexology. This was Count Richard von Krafft-Ebing’s work, Psychopathia Sexualis, that appeared in the eighteen seventies. It posited the notion that the Heterosexual or Straight world’s all that exists, and, by definition, every other tendency happens to be its penumbra, shadow, affectation or deliquescence. By this lexicon, Basquiat’s doodles represent less under-class graffiti than a form of advanced immune deficiency syndrome within art. Wouldn’t Baumler, Gunther and Rosenberg have christened it Degenerate Art?
This, inter alia, leads on to a further rightist deconstruction of Michel Foucault’s History of Sexuality. For Ancient Greece’s upper-class poetics, a la Theognis, may have incorporated homo-eroticism… yet one has to ask what it means if half of Sappho’s surviving staves concern men and family life. Like Enoch Powell’s own chronicle and Oeuvre; does a disaknowledged or inactive bisexuality really matter if one’s married with children? Perhaps one can take a leaf out of Dr. William Pierce’s book here. Given that the National Alliance’s former leader forced all of its members to marry, on pain of expulsion, lest Kramer’s postlapsarian snake intrude.
Finally let’s provide a critique of Mister Clarke’s exemplum for Manism: namely the collected works of William S. Burroughs (these were his Last Words; so to speak). Nonetheless, one shouldn’t shy away from the fact that Burroughs’ carnival embodies a paedophile aesthetic – in the case of a text like Wild Boys explicitly so. But in all of his effusions, from Queer to Cities of the Red Night, the abiding themes are non-masculine, anti-heroic, separatist, anti-heterosexual and heroin induced. They recall Pasolini’s Salo as an attack on Mussolini’s post-dated Republic. Truly, one inscribes the Latin tag: video meliora proboque, deteriora sequor (put literally: I see the better and approve it, yet pursue the worse).