Hail to the Donald!

From time to time, I set aside some time from my full-time career of advocating for identity and tradition to do some casual moonlighting as an analyst. I’m always open to feedback about my activism strategy, but one woefully repetitive angle relies on an appeal to authority that I’m supposedly some clueless maverick who would be doing things differently if I only understood marketing strategy, analytics, and samesuch nerd stuff. These types usually explain that our angle can “never work” because too many Americans are loyal to the Constitution, triggered by our symbolism, and in need of an especially polished angle.

Everything we’re doing is informed by analytics. I have generated hundreds of charts and reports over the years and what I feel that I’ve confirmed quantitatively is that the youth demographic we’re targeting simply isn’t going for soft angles, compromising language, and entryist “implicit whiteness” or “compassionate conservative” pablum. Millennials are starved for authenticity, masculinity, and full-throated radicalism…at least the ones which are plausibly accessible at this juncture.


At long last, Neoreactionary vlogger, Millennial Woes, is ready to launch his epic series of videos on the Rotherham Rape Scandal, in which, over a period of 16 years, 1,400 underage girls were groomed and raped by Pakistani gangs in a single English town. In the first of the series, MW introduces the series and himself, and talks about what to expect (around 100 videos!). He also dismisses the totally inadequate and indeed absurd explanations provided by a range of political groups (conservatives, liberals, libertarians, feminists, socialists, etc.), and points out the failings of the media.

Watch subsequent episodes here.
Listen to an interview with Millennial Woes at The Right Stuff.


In his famous novel, East of Eden, John Steinbeck wrote about the life and times of Adam Trask, a Prince Mishkin-like character, who – among other misfortunes – fell in love with a sociopathic prostitute/ blackmailer/ murderer by the name of Cathy Ames, whom he had rescued after she received a thorough beating from her fat and very angry pimp.

As he tended to her wounds, Trask became so enchanted by Cathy’s beauty (and vulnerability) that he constructed a fictional image of her inside his head, essentially turning the whore into a goddess. Adam’s brother, Charles, saw through Cathy’s facade stating to his brother that “She’s no damn good, I tell you. She’s a whore.”


Left: Bryce Williams. Right: Williams holds a gun on Alison Parker, just seconds before fatally shooting her.

In this unusually topical podcast, Andy Nowicki discusses the case of Bryce Williams, a gay, black "disgruntled" news anchor who callously gunned down two straight, white reporters on live television Wednesday morning in Roanoke, Virginia, before fatally shooting himself later that day. Andy examines the racial as well as the broadly human aspects of this sensationally horrific incident.

Listen to Andy Nowicki's "Nameless" podcast here:

Watch video "resume" of Bryce Williams's broadcasting career highlights here.


The internet was created to resolve a simple problem: in communications networks, any central node through which all messages passed was vulnerable to attack or takeover. To counter this, engineers designed a network where any node would pass messages to other nodes, routing around any damage.

Then came commerce and the democratization of the internet.

Under this model, frightened sheep flock to certain central sites that provide the services they need, and avoid everything else, lest it be politically incorrect or upsetting.


The following is an excerpt taken from an as-yet-unfinished longer work by Andy Nowicki, tentatively titled "Conspiracy, Compliance, Control, and Defiance"

Man’s consciousness is invariably attended by what could be called his “programming.” That is to say, man is a needy creature, prompted by nature to desire, and strive for, certain outcomes and eventualities. This much, at least, is clearly and indisputably true. However we may argue about the origin of man’s needs—i.e., whether they were conferred upon him by chance or by fate, whether they are attributable to the loving intentions of a benevolent Creator, or perhaps are merely rooted in the cruel, unconscious whims of a variety of blind evolutionary mechanisms—we must finally recognize that, howsoever and whysoever they came about, our needs to a large degree demarcate our identity.


There is some question about how many people a man with a Kalashnikov automatic rifle can kill in a crowded train compartment. We almost had a chance to find out the exact answer recently, when a 26-year-old Moroccan man attempted to bring a little taste of Middle Eastern anarchy and butchery to a high-speed French train.

By some fluke (cue conspiracy theories), there were a couple of off-duty US servicemen at hand, namely Spencer Stone and Alek Skarlatos:
"Spencer got to the guy first and grabbed the guy by the neck," Mr Skarlatos told Sky News. "I grabbed the handgun, got that away from the guy and threw it. Then I grabbed the AK-47, which was at his feet, and started muzzle-bumping him in the head with it. "Everybody just started beating the guy while Spencer held the chokehold until he went unconscious."


It’s a common refrain among self-described conservatives and libertarians in America that both the modern bureaucratic managerial state and mass culture have veered wildly out of control, headed in an ever increasing totalitarian direction, and must some how be reined in. Their prescription is almost always a return to the Constitution, along with the supposed values of the Founding Fathers, and some form of classical liberalism; as one constitutionalist slogan declares, the answer to 1984 is 1776. What is often absent from sloganeering is any meaningful analysis of how society developed from the original republic to the current oligarchic, Leviathan surveillance state.


There have always been doubts about just who Laibach are and what they are up to. First who are they? The band is a collective so it is never too clear where “who” ends, although it seems to begin with Milan Fras, the doom-laden vocalist who chants and growls rather than sings most of their lyrics.

Next, what are they up to? This question often crops up as the Slovenian collective often plays with Communistic and Fascistic imagery. This might seem a little edgytarian to those of us from the more Beatlesque or Miley Cyrusy parts of the cosmos, but let’s not forget that Slovenia, the band’s homeland, was, is, and has been perched much closer to the great Fascist/Communist fault line that ran through Europe for most of the 20th century. Any musician from those parts who doesn’t reflect that in their music and style is probably making a conscious effort not to.

Given the fact that the Western music industry and media have always been hard liberals, Laibach have needed to hedge their bets when operating outside their local area by throwing in a little bit of cognitive dissonance – e.g. taking the piss out of NATO (a low cost solution for them) – and by allowing everything they do to be taken ironically.

But what if they actually were . . . ulp . . . evil fascists?!

Well, that wouldn’t matter too much, as they are officially “weird and foreign.” I guess you could call this taking advantage of their “Slovenian Privilege.”

From this unique niche, over three decades they have been able to follow their ominous jack-booted muse down a dank, electro-industrial passage that has by default increasingly come to echo the dissonant hum and sense of foreboding that lies at the heart of the Neu-Europa, a much troubled continent, where the past glowers with increasing anger at the present, and where the future hatches dark plans of its own.

Their new record Spectre is a further development of this dynamic. Jaunty opening track The Whistleblowers has been interpreted as a reference to the Snowden affair, but is much more an evocation of the kind of teamwork, toughness, and group-mindedness that seems like a nostalgic yearning in the present atomized age. This is highlighted in the excellent and inspiring video for the track.

This interpretation is strengthened by the second track, the squalling electro of No History. Over a cacophonous swirl, Fras and a female singer – possibly Anja Rupel – chant and sing lyrics like, “Use the wisdom of ancient sages/ Call out for heroes/ Who will be the creed/ Of a new political faith.”

The only disappointment is when they throw in a mention of Occupy Wall Street, but even this is left hanging ambiguously by the next line – “And judge the intentions of those we don’t trust.”

Having pointed the finger in this way, Laibach switch back into obfuscation mode with the next track, the industrial computer game pop of Eat Liver! a frenetic, ugly creature that scuttles and buzzes like a radioactive cockroach on amphetamines. Never mind who controls Wall Street. What about the rampant promotion of the ass-munching antics of lesbians, gays, and, yes, straights that the title phrase (possibly) refers to?

While you’re still disoriented by this and starting to think, in some deep, dark nebulous way, that, yes, Liberalism really is an irredeemable evil, the title of the next song Americana, allows a negative association to form, although the gothicky pop, laced with choral and string effects, is pure “Europeana,” like a lost soundtrack from a spaghetti space Western.

We Are Millions And Millions Are One is a duet between the unlikely couple of Fras and his female comrade, and the closest thing to a love song on the album. It brings things almost to the banal, setting the stage for Eurovision to unleash its glacial menace and apocalyptic message of European disintegration. This is clearly stated – “Europe is falling apart” – and reiterated over a track that noticeably develops a little Middle Eastern swagger and truncates the last line to Europe is falling!

With lyrics like “In the absence of war/ We are questioning peace/ In the absence of god/ We all pray to police” you would literally have to be a wilful moron or simply a Liberal music journalist to miss the fact that this album is a serious and sincerely felt critique of Europe and modernity, and not some post-modern joke by a bunch of Slovenian pranksters. But even if it were, the fact that it resonates tells its own story.

Walk With Me and Bossanova show the outfit’s musical amplitude, throwing out a range of angular and unconventional sounds and lyrics larded with sinister references. In live shows Walk With Me is performed with marching feet on the screen behind the stage; while Bossanova has lyrics like: “Feed my hunger with poverty/ Feed my anger with children/ Feed my lust with bikini food/ Feed my ego with luxury/ I’m having a good time/And I want my nation to break down,” which almost reads like a haiku (or more correctly a tanka) of disenchantment with modern materialist society.

After hamming it up and plugging themselves into the electro pop of Resistance of Futile, Laibach make something of a statement by ending with a track called Koran.

The album’s title Spectre of course evokes the spectre of Communism from Marx and Engels’ 1848 The Communist Manifesto, but now, of course, Europe faces quite a different spectre, that represented by multiculturalism and the tolerance of demographically asymmetrical systems within the same state, namely the secular materialism, sexual egalitarianism, and anti-natalism of the West and the demographic dynamite of Islam and other Third World systems.

Again, one would have to be a complete moron or Liberal to avoid the simple logic of racial replacement that this entails. The track frames this dichotomy with a naive female voice mouthing the kind of feelgood platitudes on which liberalism is based over an aromatherapeutic music track: “I believe in a better world/ I believe in a better place/ I believe in brotherhood, equality and freedom/ I believe in happiness for all.”

Fras then undercuts this with his trademark growl as the music spirals into a darker place, intoning “Words are substance for tomorrow/ They are weapons of our mind/ Words can take us far away/ They will leave us all behind.” The duet is not so much between opposites as between one who is fully deluded (the typical Liberal) and the other, who is only half deluded but starting to awaken. Needless to say, such lyrics could only have been written by one who was fully awake.


Laibach pose solemnly in the "hermit kingdom" of North Korea.

In a weirdly historic turn of events, the Slovenian art-noise-industrial-Gestapo-Stasi rock band Laibach is playing Pyongyang, North Korea this week. Their show, we are told, is based heavily upon the band's reinterpretation of various songs from Rodgers and Hammerstein's  "The Sound of Music." (!)


An all-too typical slobberingly worshipful commentary found under a pic of a Nordic hottie posted somewhere on the internet. By the hammer of Thor, what a wretched display of abject obsequious abasement... For Odin's sake, have some pride, Mr. White Knight White Nat! Get a grip, Wotan-man.

(Hat tip to the "White Nationalists posting pictures of edgy grim reapers" page for this memorable screenshot.)

See also: Aryan Women In Wheat Fields
               Bitchy, Bitter Holiday Wank
               The 'Patriachy' and Proper Manhood


A wise man – presumably one sitting on a rock in a lotus position – once said, "Nothing is as difficult to predict as the future."

Indeed, it is usually pointless to attempt it, except at the highest "macro" level, where we can confidently say sweeping things like "The Earth will eventually be swallowed by the Sun," "Empires collapse," or "Democracy is unworkable in the (not so) long term."

But despite the poor returns in terms of marketable facts, predicting the future is still worth attempting because it helps develop a certain kind of engaged consciousness that might one day manifest as willed control of our destiny, rather than passive acquiescence – the difference between being truly human and being an animal.

One of the things that distinguishes the alternative right from all other political and ideological movements is our readiness to contemplate this ever unreliable future. This is one of the reasons why we are the most humanistic of ideologies.


Comedy can sometimes function as prophecy. In the 1980s, the "PC" police hadn't yet sprung into action. With a few exceptions, there was no real "SJW" activism in evidence.

It certainly wasn't like today, wherein open season has been declared against wrongthinkers far and wide, and no holds are barred in attempting to ruin those dastardly ideological deviants (your humble scribe included) wherever they have the effrontery to manifest their hateful heresies.

Still, the late 80s began to see the coalescing of a certain censorious proclivity among some critics, and like geiger counters detecting radioactivity, or canaries apprehending poisonous air, comedians were the first to notice, and comment upon, this shift.



Lately, I have been reading The Divine Wind, a book which details the kamikaze campaign launched by the Japanese air force during the waning months of World War II.

Kamikaze literally translates to "divine wind"; the word obtains its origin from a legend of two mighty typhoons which were ostensibly sent by the gods to protect Japan from Mongol invasions in the thirteenth century. Of course the definition of the term with which we're most familiar is the one synonymous with "suicide pilot."


Pinpointing the exact moment that a human is dead is a tricky medical conundrum. Doubly so for political movements. Perhaps we should wait until Rand Paul's campaign folds up its tent. Perhaps we should wait until Dr. Paul heads off to the one place with more gold than his investment portfolio. Maybe we should call it when Jack Hunter announces in his gratingly moralistic tone that he's had a change of heart about his libertarian principles.

Rats are, after all, the surest indicator that a ship is sinking.


Guess who's cucking to dinner? Rebecca Hall, Jason Bateman, and Joel Edgerton in "The Gift"

Two years ago, at the "old" Alt-Right site, I explored the state of the "cuckold" as poignantly displayed in an especially memorable lite-rock tune of the early 80s, a song which most oblivious listeners took simply to be a sweet, romantic, heartfelt number, though the pitifully sad lyrics clearly revealed an entirely more desperate scenario, involving a loving husband desperate to forget his wife's compulsive and unrepentant serial adultery.

In that article, republished more recently, I observed how some tropes never fully disappear, even when they are supposedly outdated: in an age gripped by gynocracy, pre-feminist standards still obtain in certain critical categories: to wit, if a man cheats on his wife, others tend to sympathize with the wronged party and deplore the caddish adulterer, but if a wife cheats on her husband, the husband is often mocked as un-manly, and is branded a disgraced "cuckold," while his wife's lover is celebrated for his seductive brio and charm, a la Hugh "Blazes" Boylan or Jamie "MacTavish" Frasier.


New Right Vs. Old Right
by Greg Johnson
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Reviewed by Colin Liddell

At the micro level it is still possible to call America a democratic country — with various local officials being elected by a citizenry fortified by the right to bear arms and express their opinions. But at the macro level — that of cities, states, and the nation itself — the level at which people need to be represented in order to implement real change (or stop it happening), it is quite a different story. Here, America is a masterpiece of anti-democracy — a society controlled by oligarchic elites that agree on most things and which use their power (the media, the judiciary, and the political parties they pay for) to check any independent impulse that arises from the People.

The cunning beauty of this system is that the sheep who are controlled still think that the shepherd and the sheepdogs controlling them are just other sheep. The false political consciousness that this reveals is also bolstered by relative prosperity and material comfort, especially for the more potent and intelligent members of society.


As most of our readers know (but some newbies to our virtual pages may not be aware), Alternative Right is far from being the entirety of the modern-day movement (or constellation of movements, or loose confederation of movements) known generally as the "alternative right."

So what, exactly is the alt-right, broadly speaking, and how, and why, and to what end?


On the 3rd February 1960 the then British Conservative Prime Minister, Harold Macmillan, addressed the South African Parliament in Cape Town.

His speech became known as the infamous “Winds of change” speech in which he said:
"The wind of change is blowing through this continent. Whether we like it or not, this growth of national consciousness is a political fact."
By the time he reached SA he was already on a month long tour through several other colonies in Africa, like Ghana, Nigeria, Nyasaland, and Rhodesia, and his address in Cape Town was basically aimed at the whites of Africa, and more specifically to sway the white South Africans to abandon Verwoerd's apartheid dogma.


Just recently, the term “cuckservative” – popularized by the alternative right – has incurred the wrath of mainstream white conservatives. Gregory Hood and Matt Forney have both written excellent articles explaining what constitutes cuckservatism, so I don’t really have much to add in this regard.

I’ll just say that I embrace this term, as well as any friction that the word engenders. The term “cuckservative,” provided that it catches on, has the potential to reform an increasingly stagnant and feckless mainstream conservative establishment; as of now, the American right continues to get thoroughly trounced on just about every issue. Gay marriage is the law of the land, transsexuals such as “Caitlyn” Jenner are lionized, secularism reigns supreme, and non-whites continue to demographically eclipse the people who actually vote Republican.


On August 2nd, Canadian Prime minister Stephen Harper launched the longest and therefore most expensive electoral campaign in Canadian history, one that will culminate on October 19th with Canucks voting for their MPs.

Canada lives under a parliamentary monarchy, a system imported from Great Britain. But unlike in Old Albion, the political parties running in the federal elections differ from those running for provincial or city elections. While non-mainstream parties can do well at local elections if they campaign on local issues, they find it almost impossible to make a breakthrough at the federal level because of the constituency-based electoral system. Because of this, we have no nationalist party like France's Front National or even the BNP. Although we are not trapped in a two-party system, like our Southern neighbours, only a few mainstream parties can hope to have MPs elected.


Cuckoo, cuckoo!
In his latest "Nameless" podcast, Andy Nowicki reconsiders the "cuck"/"cuckservative" campaign, details some of the spurious claims of many of its adherents (particularly their dismissive disregard for all who understand abortion as a unique moral horror), and sees in the general "cuck" craze rhetorical symptoms of a greater demarcation on the alt-right between those who prioritize truth as an invariably anti-establishment virtue and those with a brazen lust to rule.

Listen here:

Andy Nowicki, "Murderous Equality"
Andy Nowicki, "Cuck You"
Roman Bernard's 2013 NPI speech, "The Children of Oedipus"


"So that the beauty of the white woman will not disappear from the wheat field."

There is a hilarious Facebook page entitled "Aryan Women In Wheat Fields" that is well worth checking out, aptly parodying the white-knighting aesthetic tendencies among some White Nationalists, whereby white hotties in traditional garb posing soulfully in natural settings are endlessly fetishized, and their images promulgated as a clarion call to racial pride (as if beauty didn't exist among other races, and as if the large majority of mediocre-looking white people didn't more accurately represent the white phenotype in general).


White knighting for Olga.

by Dimitrios Papageorgiou

Recently Russia, a country that is frequently presented in the western media as the “absolute evil” and also a hotbed of nationalism and traditionalism, was shaken by a scandal. A scandal with all the needed ingredients: a beautiful woman, politics and of course.... Nazis!

It all started out with a beauty contest. A beauty contest sponsored by the Russian football league, in which only girls with ties to the fan groups or the teams themselves could take part. Olga was a beautiful, young Russian girl working in the official merchandise shop of CSKA Moscow, one of the biggest football teams in Russia.


Much has been said about the "Cuckservatism" phenomenon, about whether it is simply a slur word or not, or whether it is a backdoor way of reintroducing racial and tribal narratives that White people are simply not allowed to use outside of the alternative right. There are various points of view and a number of valid lines of argument, but it is the essence of "Cuckservatism" that I want to look at here.

A parsimonious definition of "Cuckservatism" would see it as an objective re-framing of American Conservatism to view it as a set of values – stemming from Northern European roots – that have been hijacked or distorted to serve globalist business interests, the State of Israel, Hispanics, and even Blacks.


"Something funny, sir?" Rice and Cheney on 9/11

Neither of the clips posted below hot-off-the-presses current, yet both are striking in what they represent about the present state of what we call "current affairs."

In each of these video clips, a mainstream figure goes on record taking a breathtakingly radical stance, calling the accepted explanation of a major event into question. Each time, one is left with the thought: "Did s/he really just say that???"


Modern people have divided the world by using categories which because of their good/ bad nature are allowed to make decisions for people. For example, we all know that terrorism is bad and totalitarianism is bad. Terrorism refers to guerrillas who target civilians so that the media freaks out and makes the terrorist cause more important. Totalitarianism describes any system of government where a central authority manages the daily activities of its citizens in order to keep them obedient and controlled.

We in the West love to talk about how we fight for democracy/ freedom/ peace, which all seem to mean the same thing: our system taking over yours.


The Managerial Revolution
by James Burnham
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Reviewed by Matt Forney

Assuming you even know who James Burnham is at all, he probably occupies a footnote at best in your mind. A notable political theorist and activist during the mid-20th century, he began his public life as a Marxist and Trotskyist but later transitioned to conservatism, spending the latter decades of his life as a columnist for National Review. Shortly after the fall of France in World War II, he wrote The Managerial Revolution, a radical tract that deserves to be more widely read.

Burnham’s claim was that capitalism was dead, but that it was being replaced not by socialism, but a new economic system he called “managerialism”; rule by managers.


The Overthrow of the Apollonian Hierarchy

“Carnival celebrated temporary liberation from the prevailing truth and from the established order: it marked the suspension of all hierarchical rank, privileges, norms and prohibitions. Carnival was the true feast of time, the feast of becoming, change and renewal.” [1]
Saturn is the most distant planet that is observable from the Earth with the naked eye. For the ancients the planet and the gods associated with it had special meaning. They considered Saturn – or Kronos, to use his Greek name – as lacking the divine ‘nous’ of spiritual illumination, that is the force associated with the Platonic light of the divine intellect.

The ninth-century Persian astrologer, Abu Ma’shar, identified Saturn as presiding over “avarice, blindness, corruption, hatred, guile and haughtiness.”[2] Saturn was also associated with the melancholic humor – hence the adjective ‘saturnine; which also has an alchemical connection to lead – the basest metal. A further association was with the Goat, as in the astrological sign Capricorn. This connected the planet to the another god, namely Dionysus.