We’ve shaven our intimidating fu manchu mustaches and grown hair on our formerly shaven heads. We’ve forked out thousands of dollars for tattoo removal. We’ve put our anachronistic costumes in the attic and no longer convey sinister subcultural cues with the colors of our shoelaces on our bright red Doc Marten boots. We’re cleverly passing ourselves off as ordinary middle class and working class Americans who are concerned about the long-term welfare of our families and communities. WN 2.0 has come a long way, baby…
…but I’m afraid we’ve overshot the target.
Our simple message of heritage, harmony, and homogeneity still can’t be taken seriously. But it’s for the opposite reason, now: we’re all a bunch of nerds!
In the comments to this post from two weeks ago, I mentioned that I was planning to write an essay on “why white nationalism is a doomed ideology.” Said essay will come along when I’m in the mood to hammer it out. Reading the comments to this post at Occidental Dissent made me realize that even if the philosophical issues with white nationalism were ironed out, the WNs would still be condemned to failure and obscurity, because rank-and-file WNs are disproportionately nerdy.
He concludes his post with a call for the “cool kids” of the world to pick on nerds…
It is time for we, the cool kids, to descend upon the nerds and make their lives miserable once more. We guys can give them wedgies and swirlies, and you gals can wound their souls with cruel, cutting remarks about their fashion sense, hygiene and overall creepiness. The future of the world depends on your willingness to break the hearts and spirits of the socially retarded. Are you game?
I’ve traveled in a pretty broad range of WN circles over the last few years. For a bunch who allegedly hate diversity, we offer plenty. I’ve met ones who are obnoxiously religious and ones who are obnoxiously anti-religious – and all kinds in between. I’ve met filthy rich ones and dirt poor ones – and all kinds in between. I’ve met brilliant ones and stupid ones – and all kinds in between. Really, the only thing we have in common is the willingness to reject the prevailing multicult orthodoxy…and being White. Hell, I’ve met Jewish Korean ones and had to deal with this crazy Indian one (gas station, not casino).
We also have cool ones and – I ain’t gonna lie – nerdy ones. I’m guilty of the crime of nerdiness. I wear khaki pants and a white short-sleeve dress shirt with pens in the pocket. I’m a programmer by trade. I wear glasses. My idea of a fun Saturday night is reading a technical reference. I’m lost in a noisy club and right at home in a nested formula with indirect statements, external references, and multiple conditionals. I even worked at Radio Shack. From as early as I can remember, I’ve self-identified as a nerd.
But this isn’t about me. It’s not about nerds. It’s not even about Occidental Dissent or White Nationalism. This is between Ferdinand Bardamu and himself. Personally, I think the man is suffering from a pretty obvious case of “crimestop“. As defined in Orwell’s 1984…
Crimestop means the faculty of stopping short, as though by instinct, at the threshold of any dangerous thought. It includes the power of not grasping analogies, of failing to perceive logical errors, of misunderstanding the simplest arguments if they are inimical to Ingsoc [English Socialism], and of being bored or repelled by any train of thought which is capable of leading in a heretical direction. Crimestop, in short, means protective stupidity.
Bardamu’s critiques of White Advocacy fall along a predictable pattern, “circle-strafing” easy targets within the very broad movement without actually challenging our core message. He’s criticized our rabid anti-Semites. He’s criticized our nerds. He’s criticized our prudes. He’s planning on writing a piece which does not claim we’re wrong, but merely claims we’re doomed.
He’s taking a long time to write it (procrastinating) because his soul is tortured. As a deeply contemplative man who’s a student of human nature, he knows that proximity + diversity = war. He knows that unchecked immigration and forced integration are rapidly transforming this fine country into a third world bazaar. He knows that Muslims pose an existential threat to the West. He rejects the neocon bullshit about Islam being a religion of peace and Arabs being a dash of democracy and burger franchises away from being peaceful and assimilated Westerners.
I think he knows that the best future for ourselves and our future generations is one in which we band together in defense of our birthright, our genetic endowment, and our way of life. But it may take him a while to admit the implications of this to himself. He may also need to mature a bit before he mans up and takes a genuine sense of ownership and accountability for the fate of his community and his ethnonational tribe.
We’re here for him. We’re glad to answer his questions and concerns. We’re prepared to serve up the facts and statistics he needs to make an informed decision. But the last step, of growing from a mere alpha among bar skanks to a true patriarch among honest women, is a matter of the heart. He may just need a gentle nudge, a reminder that there’s nothing sinister about Whiteness. Hopefully, the following immersive experience will help trigger his awakening…