The first time I found myself in New York City was nearly 10 years ago, a very cold winter in my early 20s with a close childhood friend. I would return a couple of times over the next few years, and then not make another appearance in Gotham until this month to meet with clients, supporters, and friends.
There were not many "must-sees” on my list this trip. I had some meetings to attend and people to meet. However, the twenty-five-foot, seven-ton, bronze statue of an African tribesman was at the top of that list.
Going out for a late walk after the first day in the city I departed the hotel and made my way towards Rockefeller Plaza. I turned the corner and upon seeing the giant statue I could not help but have the biggest grin. I loved it. I genuinely and sincerely loved the bronze Negro. If I was tasked with creating an art installation for The Rockefeller Center in 2021 after a year of BLM riots and Covid lockdowns, I can't think of a better piece than "Oracle" by Sanford Biggers.
Adjacent in The Rockefeller Center is a similar scaled bronze statue of Atlas with the world on his shoulders. Atlas, as strong as he is, struggles under the weight of the world and all its drudgery. In contrast to our Oracle friend across the way, relaxing on his throne, tired perhaps only from carrying around his giant head filled with a brain of magnificent proportion.
Another bronze sculpture featured in Rockefeller Plaza is of Prometheus, at eighteen feet tall (to give some idea of scale). Another Grecian figure, a Titan who would betray the wishes of the Gods and give fire to humans, igniting our civilization. For this transgression against the Gods, Zeus would sentence Prometheus to an eternity of torment. The bronze Negro is seen holding a torch - it is kept to himself.
It is almost a caricature of itself, a giant head, bug-eyed, and alien. It's how I see the race as a whole. It's honest. And for its honesty, I appreciate it immensely. I guess that’s the thing about art, sometimes it is honest in ways that even the artist could have not understood, if you subscribe to the New Criticism anyway, which I do. In short, I do not care what the artist claims the work is about, it becomes a thing unto itself and I will decide what I think it means to me and the society at large.
I wondered if the way the ancient Greeks saw themselves in Atlas is the way blacks see themselves in the Oracle, I tend to think yes. To belabor the point, one civilization sees itself as having a duty to carry burdens for the sake of mankind. Another civilization thinks their existence alone should be worshipped and revered.
The duality captured is magnificent, the yin and yang, all things in perfect balance, total harmony, a magnificent equilibrium. Two bronzed statues on the same street, both facing Saint Patrick’s, giving us insight into the two groups living alongside each other. One is tasked to lift everything; one is lounging with an inflated cranium massively out of proportion for its accomplishments.
An article from Smithsonian Magazine said the Oracle statue "subverts traditional sculpture," they meant this to be positive. Something about African art being whitewashed or Europeans stealing African art and ideas. I'm not sure. But I do wonder if headlines that speak of African art “subverting traditional” art are not somehow aimed at people like us, almost as bait. Maybe as a way to gloat that they are "winning." If so, message received, and I agree, for different reasons entirely, reasons that would make any victory of the Oracle pyrrhic for those who hoped for our chagrin.
I will not go into the negative aspects of New York City here, not because they do not exist, or because I did not notice them, but because you already know of them.
Indeed, H.P. Lovecraft was writing about the negatives of NYC over 100 years ago, and frankly, I have nothing to add to his criticism that;
The population [of New York City]is a mongrel herd with repulsive Mongoloid Jews in the visible majority, and the coarse faces and bad manners eventually come to wear on one so unbearably that one feels like punching every god damn bastard in sight. ––from a letter written November 19, 1931.
For all its faults and drudgery, NYC is still a tremendous city, unlike anything else. It is city engineering taken to the zenith. Contrary to common online and right-wing discourse, I do not think NYC or San Francisco, for that matter, needed to be nuked to be repaired. Some demographic incentives in the opposite direction, a few more street sweepers, and a fresh coat of paint in the subway and we are as good as new.
I’ll tell you why I enjoyed NYC so much, more than before, more than I expected; there is a lot of beauty that remains. The gothic architecture is magnificent, the New York preservation societies have worked hard to ensure it does not all become steel and glass monoliths.
If you do it right, that is, go to NYC with a group of right-wing bodybuilders, nobody bothers you, at all. You don’t get people asking you for money, nobody tries to sell you their mixtape or fake Gucci bags, nobody even gives you dirty looks. The cabbies are even friendlier. Nobody tries to hustle you; this is a markable distinction from previous trips to the city alone or with one other friend.
Walking along the High Line public park was an experience. I both appreciated and hated it. The concept of a suspended rail-trail park with views of the city is wonderful. Seeing the Hudson Yard redevelopment mega-project in progress was something I appreciated. As both the Hudson Yard and the High Line were brought up often in city planning and landscape architecture classes I attended during undergrad.
With that said, contrasting the glass monoliths to New York’s more native Gothic, Beaux-arts, and revival architecture gives one the impression you’re in two different worlds, two physical planets perhaps. Some of the buildings along the High Line through Hudson Yard are physically uncomfortable to look at. The Vessel looks like a bug-person pod, The Shed looks like an inflatable building, and The Edge observation deck located at 30 Hudson Yards, 100 stories from the street, with a cantilever design to the shard make the walk feel very alien. It’s all too unnatural, those with me brought up my architecture article on the topic.
Globalism in light of New York City is an interesting topic, something I will discuss more at a later date. For now, I will say there are misconceptions about the city on the whole and I learned a few new things about diversity in proximity. I also gained some nuance on multiculturalism. For one, of course, the people are alien, there are residents and tourists and businessmen from every corner of the planet, especially the dark corners. They wear foreign clothes, speak foreign tongues, look as radically alien as anything seen in science fiction films. But that's a good thing. They don't seem to integrate (of course they cannot, but they make no attempt to curb their foreignness), something about being surrounded by “others” with no visible hegemon makes your own identity more salient and special. Seeing these people in New York was less jarring than in my hometown in a flyover state. I’m not sure why that is.
There are many healthy ethnic enclaves, and for being a massive city with global mega-corporations calling it home, you can easily spend all of your time in small, family-owned restaurants, grocery stores, and shops. Despite the move towards the International style of architecture, the glass and steel towers that make all cities look similar, there is a strong preservationist movement in New York. After the destruction of the original Penn Station, a fascination with preservation took hold all over the world, with a special epicenter in New York. I appreciate that, other political leanings of these groups aside.
Hierarchy seems to be alive and well in the city. Something I’m not sure I expected to witness. Perhaps it is due to how striking the disparity is in the city. There is a new Lamborghini and G-Wagon parked outside the Louis Vuitton flagship, in the bank lobby across the way a homeless person is sleeping. Maybe that's a bad example. That might be simply a person with paranoid schizophrenia in the bank lobby and a person with oil money visiting the city in the Louis Vuitton store. But maybe it is a good example, maybe a city with a district called "Billionaire's Row" that features penthouses in the tens of millions of dollars that look down on some of the most destitute is the perfect example. Perhaps the hierarchy on display is unnatural, a perversion of a proper society. Not because there are billionaires or homeless people in existence, as you often see in left-wing critiques of American society or of “capitalism.” But because there is a feeling that our “elite” are anything but. The feeling that something is a bit askew is bolstered by the type of politics and “intellectuals” that New York generally produces. One gets the feeling that these people don't believe in what they are trying to sell. I think what I am trying to say is that I got the sense that New Yorkers as a people and the culture of the city greatly respects wealth, power, and prestige. New York rewards winners and punishes losers, in perhaps the most magnificent and harsh ways a city can. There is something here that remains elusive and inexplicable to me, I will try to revisit this later.
The place is full of mystery and allure. An abandoned island can be seen from the top of the Rockefeller Center, that’s where I discovered it anyway. Intricate rooftop penthouses, businesses above and below the city street level.
People from our metapolitical milieu are often surprised to hear that I love New York City. And I do. I suppose one could see it simply as a hotbed of globalism and Semitism, and they wouldn't be wrong, nor would I argue those points. Yet there is still something to the city that makes it worth visiting. I left with feelings of hope and possibility, far from thinking "we're doomed, it's over," I was encouraged to re-double my efforts. If a rat can scurry onto a ship, make their way across the Atlantic, find themselves in a New York slum, and one day, maybe later in life, or maybe the next generation, find themselves looking over Central Park from a penthouse where they destroy and re-create the nation in their image, maybe I can too.
The city is haunting in the right and wrong ways. You’re in Gotham, you’ve seen the hotels, the famous districts, the famous streets, in films, art, and more your entire life. There is history packed into every block, you realize before there was ever a place called Ellis Island, there was already a New York City that somebody must have built before those huddled masses appeared. And we know who it was that did the building. I felt alive in New York City, I’m not sure I slept much more than four or five hours in the 48 hours I spent in the boroughs. Not that I sleep much anyway, but in New York, you need even less.
New York is an inspiring city. Something about the energy makes you want to strive higher, for more wealth, more power, more influence. After all, much of the city was built by industrialists who reached the pinnacle of American society, building what some call to be the greatest city on Earth, in their image. Sure, things aren't looking great for us at the moment, I will freely admit that. But who doesn't love a comeback?
Video games are a common refuge for the white boy and man in modern society. This topic is something I’ve long thought about, it came up in a chat and I thought it a perfect time to explore further.
Intelligent white men have no real outlet to build and create in society anymore. The meme that we were "born too late to explore the planet, born too early to explore the stars," is a succinct expression of this. Video games serve as the perfect escape from the monotony of reality and allow the player to build, explore, and battle.
When I was in high school, I had a mild addiction to Halo 2, Halo 3, and The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion. These games filled desires that could not be met within the confines of society, particularly for a teenager in high school.
I craved, many of us do, action, danger, risk, reward, the chance to struggle and emerge. Society has largely robbed us of this.
Through the Halo franchise, I was given the chance to engage in combat alongside my close friends, face off against other groups, seen as out-groups and enemy tribes. There is nowhere in modern society that allows for this desire to be met. The desire to engage other groups in combat or competition, to strategize, plan, execute, and defeat them. Perhaps this is what so many people find equally enthralling and addictive about college and professional sports, it allows the desire for combat and competition to be vicariously satiated. The observer sees “their team” (Basking in Reflected Glory is the psychosocial concept at play here) taking on an out-group team, some other city or university or perhaps country, mirror neurons fire (another important psychological concept at play in this theory), and the need is met. But of course, these surrogate activities will always be less rewarding than an authentic experience.
A friend of mine I grew up with had a Friday evening ritual, after the school week or work week had ended, we would order pizza and play Halo together. We'd have our soda, electronic music playing in the background, and would battle other players into the early hours of the morning until our motor skills grew too weary to win consistently any longer. Some of the more exciting moments in our friendship together were during intense matches of 2v2 or 4v4 in Halo, where the score was close near the end of the game, and we had to develop a strategy and make plays in real-time with many moving parts. We would yell commands back and forth at each other, relay information about weapon spawns, what enemy was where, what weapons they had, where our team was, what weapons they had, any power-ups in play, vehicles being used, while taking in dozens of factors we would calculate and communicate the actions needed to win, and then execute.
In one particularly memorable 4v4 match on one of our favorite Halo 3 maps, Guardian, the score was 47-47, the enemy killed our two compatriots, making it 47-49 as the gameplay clock was nearly expired. Our opponents needed just one kill to win, we needed to kill three of the four of them, with only two of us alive. The situation was desperate. We saw an opening, an unguarded portion of their tower position, “what do we do?!” I yelled; my buddy replied “For Kvatch” referencing a somewhat obscure battle cry from The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion. I saw him make his way through the side tower entrance, I went to the front entrance, we laid siege to their tower, the game ended amid the confusion of grenade throws and Battle Rifle dispatches… a moment of unknown passed… “Victory!” was announced. We jumped from our seats in excitement. The feeling of nearly losing and then coming back to win in the last seconds of the game was honestly thrilling. We came together as friends and defeated the other players in such a climactic fashion. The thrills from that match alone would be difficult to replicate, particularly late on a Friday night.
In Oblivion, there was a massive open world to explore. The chance to adventure, acquire wealth, develop new skills, obtain influence and power. A vast world that allows you to wander through dense forests, deep caverns, ice caves, snowy alpine terrain, lakeside villages, medieval-style towns, and castles is something that cannot be done for most of us. But you can in The Elder Scrolls series of adventure games. You can meet interesting characters with more interesting lore, uncover mysteries, help distressed citizens, accumulate riches, become stronger, faster, a better archer and swordsman, you can uncover secret societies of vampires, and help spirits find their final resting place.
Of course, it is all fake. It wasn’t a real victory in any meaningful way. The houses I bought with video game gold are not real, all of my skills acquired in-game do not translate into anything meaningful.
If you are longing for adventure and danger, risk and reward, how do you achieve such a thing in our society, especially as a white man? These video games seem to be filling desires that are deep within us, something primordial perhaps. Of course, it must be noted that the ability to gain riches and power in a video game is tremendously "nerfed" compared to the real world, even in a world where such a thing was possible. The dangers of exploring caves or an alpine forest are very real, in the game, they are anything but.
Kids who might have once been great architects and city planners are now relegated to Minecraft and similar games as an outlet for their creative and constructive tendencies. Elegant buildings and lovely cityscapes in the real world have been replaced by the International style where roadways and walkability and human-scaling seem to be either an afterthought or shunned entirely. Thus, our people with such proclivities will naturally experience tremendous dissension with the real world, opting perhaps to find escape in a fantasy world where they can create as they may have been intended.
How does one do that now? Other than perhaps attempting to climb a corporate ladder filled with diversity quotas? Becoming a goofy YouTuber (read: court jester) seems to be a goal of many children in America today. The opportunities are limited, making the video game allure tremendous and thus dangerous. Our instinctual underpinnings remain, but we are being boxed out of society. An era rife with diversity initiatives and an increasingly oppressive corporate “culture” makes for hostile environments for our people. Opportunities for adventure, wealth, glory, skill, beauty, power, discipline, and honor grow thin. Worse, they are even shunned in modern society. Video games provide a quick fix, a pseudo-solution, a surrogate activity to a very real problem.
Many of us long for an era and lifestyle that simply put, is only accessible virtually. Be it by design or by happenstance, I’m not sure. What is perhaps often viewed as a refuge for losers and NEETs might be something much more interesting and troubling when looking at video games in terms of their purpose within the total society.
It is my belief that the desires filled by video games are something that has been expressed in various ways in the past, and the “video game question” is something more profound and interesting than a case of bored weebs with poor social skills.
These passages come to mind:
From Mishima: A Live in Four Chapters, “The average age for a man in the Bronze Age was eighteen, in the Roman era, twenty-two. Heaven must have been beautiful then. Today it must look dreadful. When a man reaches forty, he has no chance to die beautifully. No matter how he tries, he will die of decay. He must compel himself to live.”
From Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk, “We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war… our Great Depression is our lives.”
Yukio Mishima said quite accurately that “We live in an age in which there is no heroic death."
Julius Evola wrote, "The blood of the heroes is closer to God than the ink of the philosophers and the prayers of the faithful."
All four represent a longing for an era that does not and perhaps cannot exist contemporarily. Perhaps we are the remnants of a warrior and explorer class that no longer has any use, suffering through our existence until we are ultimately erased by the forces of time and evolution. The process is called “relaxed selection,” an evolutionary phenomenon where traits that are no longer needed in a certain environment, that may have been useful once, in a different environment, become obsolete and are no longer selected by the species. Perhaps the opposite is true, maybe in the coming years and generations the only thing that will matter as pressures mount are the traits that make for great warriors and builders. Time will tell.
Un-ringing the bell of modernity seems unlikely if not impossible, one cannot help but think there is something more out there, some great adventure, some grand quest for wealth and power. For my own sake, and all of ours, I hope that adventure is somewhere to be found. Turning a race of explorers, builders, warriors, and conquerors into lemmings sitting in rush hour traffic after 9 hours in their cubicle or customer service job seems to be a tremendous waste of raw talent. Maybe society has advanced to such a degree that the old ways are obsolete, maybe our oldest enemies have engineered a society that the old ways would be sterilized out of fear. I’m not sure. Perhaps some combination of the two.
I believe there is more to it than pure escapism. Which I completely understand, I often find myself needing an escape from this clown society too. One can only see so many BLM murals and nearly be in so many car accidents caused by Somali women in hijabs before fatigue sets in and your day is ruined.
The most significant problem is video games provide a false sense of accomplishment, we can become far too wrapped up in our virtual existence and allow our real life one to slip into vacuity. My friend and I have had many interesting and exciting real-world experiences as well, difficult hikes, long bicycle rides and runs, foreign travels, bodybuilding, construction projects, helping each other in our careers, things that do translate into meaningful skills and economic benefits. Those wins are always slower, more deliberate, and require a longer horizon, naturally. Yet the allure of the virtual escape remains.
I will be putting out mostly (perhaps quarterly) newsletters again that detail what i've been working on and completed each month or so.
I've been adjusting to the new schedule a bit and transitioning from being a student to a professional.
Some people have commented on my declined social media presence. I understand it may "look" like i'm not as active as i'm not online much or doing many streams. Basically, when i was in school i would be at my desk studying for long hours. I would read and study, and when i needed a short break i would stretch, maybe a couple posts, and get to work. My all-day rants and more common "takes" were a result of really having no opportunity costs to posting on twitter or even taking an hour or two break to do a live stream or podcast. It was fine to rant and troll and bantz for what looked like hours when my routine was to read a case, bang out a few tweets, take notes, few more tweets, study, few more tweets, rinse and repeat for the entire day that i was studying.
at this stage in my life, i think that is necessarily over. It's to the point where endless takes and trolling is almost "cringe" for me personally. Now that i have a law degree and license the opportunity costs to social media are much higher. When i was studying all day and needed a break, there was no loss to shit-posting. but now, i should be helping good people legally or trying to make money for the war chest and so on. I now DO have the option to do something "more useful," it would probably reflect poorly on me and my time management skills to not use what I have to make things better. socials have their purpose, but that era for me is passing.
in June, i finished the "Who's Dreaming" graphic novel project, I should have the physical prints this week. I am close to publishing an article that I have been working on for 15 months it's called "Anarcho-Tyranny 2020 & Beyond: The Age of Covid-19, Black Lives Matter & Apex Parasites". It will be published in 3 parts, the audio version will be included at print.
I'm working on a somewhat high-profile prisoner rights case, have been taking many calls weekly from people who have been visited by the FBI for their posts online or alleged ties to the January 6th DC protests. Have been very busy with taking Covid / vaccine related questions, on top of publishing the Memo on the topic.
I just wanted to check in, let you all know I'm working on all of this daily, providing legal aid to our community, and if you don't see me online as much, i'm still here, just working away. You can always drop me a message here or on socials. I still check them all often to stay up to date, but usually get back to work quickly.
I will post completed works here as always, and try to do a monthly newsletter again, I think I will do a once a month Dark Academia show again as well now that I'm getting settled into things.
The article i published now over 3 years ago called "The War against Whites in Advertising" is once again #1 on Counter-Currents for the month of June. It's one of the most read articles of all time on C-C and indeed the entire dissident sphere. I worked on that piece for over a year. Nice to see the legs some of these things have.
I'm not paranoid but... These ads are reading my mind!
The other day I was brushing my teeth and thought to myself “I really don’t like this flavor, I need to pick up my old kind.” Then about an hour or so later I'm scrolling through Instagram and see a sponsored ad for the toothpaste I was thinking of buying!
I stared at the screen, thunderstruck. My mind raced.
Did I search for the toothpaste online? No.
Did I speak out loud the need for toothpaste? Thinking perhaps the speaker on my phone was listening for keywords and matches them to a database of ads being run to sent to me? No.
Was BigToothpaste peering at me through the window? Okay, now I need to pull it together.
The tube was still mostly full, this detail matters because others have suggested that some algorithm simply tracked about how long I go in-between toothpaste purchases, there are several problems here.
I don't use those shopper cards and I pay cash for groceries. If I did use a shopper card, I suppose it's possible that there is a link between those cards, what you buy, how long ago you bought it and targeted ads. Reasonable. But none of those links were there.
The brain sends messages via electric signals, there is neuroscience research that is astonishing, computers are interpreting those signals. People can be hooked up to a machine with electrodes on their heads, look at an image on a computer screen, keep it in their mind, and the electrodes can "read" the electric currents in their brain to re-create the image on another screen. This research was done over 10 years ago.
Suppose this can be done more accurately and wirelessly now? What if phones can pick up on these transmissions and read them? Then if what you are thinking about matches some ad in the database, you get it displayed soon thereafter.
A few of my twitter friends on the phenomena:
“Last year I went for a walk in the neighborhood. Thought about buying a Jetta for my next car. I didn’t talk or text to anyone about it. Back home after my walk, I open FB and there sits an ad for a Jetta. It for real creeped me out.”
“This happened to me! I bought a new kind of yogurt for the first time last week, never spoke about it or anything just had it in the fridge and would occasionally think of it and have some. Then like a day later I started seeing ads for that exact kind of yogurt on insta lol”
“I was the only person in a small cafeteria and they ran out of plastic forks. I thought about how I wish they had forks while eating my food with a spoon. An hour later Amazon recommends me a plastic utensil pack. I was alone, spoke to no one, voiced nothing, so yeah.”
Many people experiencing the same thing!! Thankfully, we're all going nuts together. Somewhat assuring. I suppose.
One twitter friend said: “When I still used to go to bars I’d notice the next morning I’d have ads on my social media for liver pills and hangover cures... I attributed that to the phone listening. Maybe your phone’s camera saw your empty tube of paste?”
This one I believe is due to location tracking. Your phone tracks millions of data points, much about location. That data can be used to track every move of a person. It stands to reason that is used to target ads.. and can be used for things far more sinister. It's not that his phone was "listening" but his GPS chip was, knew he was at bars, and sent him hangover cures. No need to "listen" or "look" via the camera here.
I thought it might be possible that before an actual ad or item is displayed to us, there are subliminal messages or ads which “prime” us to think a certain way, and then we later get the ad. The extra exposure might induce more purchases or behavior.
But that still does not explain the Jetta or the lack of forks in the café. I don’t think it would even explain my thoughts on wanting to switch toothpaste.
We know we get ads targeted based on things we search, this happens commonly. My friend even started to get ads for desks after I sent him a couple texts with desks. It's often been commented that people talking about things will lead to ads.
What we know for sure from the research is that neuroscientists can re-create images on screens that are held in our minds and that we are viewing, and that our phones can track us anywhere. This is simply what we know about currently. No doubt there is more out there hidden away.
At some point, this could be used for any number of things. Imagine having access to all the location data. You could figure out just with the raw data alone who a person is, for example, you can easily find the neighborhood a CEO lives in, and you know where his office is. You match those data points together to find him and identify the "anonymous" data, then look where else he goes. A random apartment on the other side of town? Is he having an affair? Can he then be extorted by the person holding the data?
The police could catch criminals, say there was a string of bank robberies, how many actual customers would travel to all the locations that have been robbed? Can't be many. Pull all the data of all the people who went to them all, and you just narrowed down your suspect list from millions in a big city to a handful.
Hooking people's heads up to the electrodes and looking for any wrong thoughts they might have? Doing it remotely by capturing the electric waves through the air? Realizing political enemies are feeling depressed and ensuring all the news and post they see are curated to induce more depression and hopelessness? To induce panic? To derail them? Extort them like our CEO? These possibilities make it clear that this is powerful information and makes it all the more crucial we regain power.
Something is afoot, that is certain. I'm sure this will be a breaking news story at some point in the next decade, for now, we'll keep wondering what the fuck is going on, and maybe throw the phones in a river. I know for a fact I’ve gotten ads for things I’ve never searched, bought, or spoke about out loud, only thought. And I want to know what is going on.
I think I might send Ted a letter via carrier pigeon and ask for advice. But I'm pretty sure I'll know what he will say. Until then, I'm wrapping my helmet in aluminum foil. If anybody is going to decide to buy toothpaste, it'll be me.
I've received more calls and emails about this topic than anything else in the past several months. I took the last few days to research and write a memo covering many of the issues regarding your options and rights if you find yourself being forced to receive a vaccinations by your employer.
If you have questions beyond what is covered or need more specific information, feel free to reach out. Please feel free to download, print, and share the memo around to others who may need help. Good people are being pushed around by the government and employers and I wanted to help.
April 18, 2021 - Robin DiAngelo – university diversity lecture
Recently I had the privilege of attending a seminar on diversity and racism, presented by Robin DiAngelo herself. The opportunity came via an invite from my alumni association, for which I am grateful.
DiAngelo is not the typical anti-racism advocate that travels about lecturing whites on their privilege or decrying every little alleged micro-aggression or instance of police brutality, she is the reigning high-priestess of anti-white advocacy. Though she stands on the shoulders of anti-white giants, most of whom are Jewish, DiAngelo has managed to enchant her audience and cast a wide net with her Kabbalist spell.
The seminar was not what I had expected in some ways, but exactly as expected in others. Opening statements were made by a university president and a provost who assured us that we would not be "doomed to repeat the mistakes of the past," referring to public policies such as the common practice of racially restrictive housing covenants, school segregation, allowing businesses and organizations the basic Constitutional right of freedom of association, and so on. Both university officials went to great lengths to assure the audience knew DiAngelo's book, White Fragility, spent 85 weeks on the New York Times Bestseller list. Perhaps at one point a book being on the NYT list meant something, but much like Nobel prizes and Ivy league admissions, the list is a political and social tool, access is granted through nepotism and bribery, not merit. It was an excessive bemoaning that was odd even for academia. It seemed that this indicated to the presenters that there is a changing tide in the USA, they were very excited to live in an era where a book about how awful whites are as a people (while simultaneously denying whites are a people at all), and due to their alleged crimes, both historic and contemporarily, they must give up their remaining power and privilege in society and their lives, to non-whites.
I was a bit surprised at how openly and freely the opening presenters spoke about race and their vision for the country. They had no hesitation in saying things like non-whites should have no debt upon graduation and they would work towards this goal, or that there should be more non-white professors on tenure tracts. They spoke with zero fear of any pushback coming from any direction. There was a certain duplicity to the messages, they would talk of "challenging the system" and of "white supremacy," while openly advocating for the displacements of whites, trusting they would have no opposition in the process.
In ways the presentation and lecture from DiAngelo were shallow and vapid, her reciting trite platitudes we've all heard incessantly as if they were somehow original or groundbreaking concepts. Then she would surprise me with something so radical I would sit there wide-eyed and thunderstruck.
DiAngelo started her lecture by saying "I'm white" and "my fellow whites, we need to challenge this system" within the first 15 seconds of speaking. All right, you have my attention.
The tone of the lecture was set by asserting everything is too white to the mostly white, college-educated, liberal audience. She presented slides and commentary to the effect that Congress, sports team owners, interns in the White House, the media, academia, and business leadership, every aspect of society is too white, according to DiAngelo.
When speaking about the media, Television, films, books, and music, DiAngelo said, and I fully agree with her that, "those who write and direct films are our cultural authors, shape how we see ourselves, and others." She then presented a slide at which I struggled to not laugh out loud at the absurdity. According to DiAngelo, the group that owns the media, including the news, Hollywood, music industry, book publishing, and the owners of professional sports teams, are "white" men. I will not spend time belaboring this point or doing much more than a quick, back-of-envelope calculation and brief search. According to the Atlanta Jewish Times, at least 10 of the 32 professional football teams are owned by Jews.
From The Forward, “There are only three Jewish players in the NBA, and no Jewish head coaches. Yet nearly half the principal owners of NBA teams are Jewish, as are the league’s current commissioner and its immediate past commissioner.”
The major news agencies, film production studios, and major music labels, which DiAngelo claimed are owned by "whites", are nearly all Jewish, from the LA Times; How deeply Jewish is Hollywood? When the studio chiefs took out a full-page ad in the Los Angeles Times a few weeks ago to demand that the Screen Actors Guild settle its contract, the open letter was signed by: News Corp. President Peter Chernin (Jewish), Paramount Pictures Chairman Brad Grey (Jewish), Walt Disney Co. Chief Executive Robert Iger (Jewish), Sony Pictures Chairman Michael Lynton (surprise, Dutch Jew), Warner Bros. Chairman Barry Meyer (Jewish), CBS Corp. Chief Executive Leslie Moonves (so Jewish his great uncle was the first prime minister of Israel), MGM Chairman Harry Sloan (Jewish) and NBC Universal Chief Executive Jeff Zucker (mega-Jewish). If either of the Weinstein brothers had signed, this group would have not only the power to shut down all film production but to form a minyan with enough Fiji water on hand to fill a mikvah.
The three major record labels are Universal Music Group, Sony Music, and Warner Music, the CEO of Universal is Lucian Grainge, Jewish, the Chairman of Warner, the one running the company, is Michael Lynton, the Vice-Chairman is Len BLavatnik, both Jewish. Rob Stringer, the CEO of Sony Music is Welsh.
From the quick search and quicker math, it appears that from NFL ownership to the heads of Hollywood studios range from 30%-90% Jewish representation.
DiAngelo went on to mention that the majority of NBA and NFL players were not white, 70% or more are black, while the team ownership was not majority black, asserting that ownership should match player representation. I was initially taken aback by the blind hypocrisy and obvious internal contradiction – how could a person explain that the professional athletes, making millions of dollars per year in a system of "white supremacy", deserve to be in that position due to hard work and talent and being the supposed best at what they do, yet claim that ownership of the teams is somehow unfair? And if the ownership of the teams is disproportionately Jewish, not white, does that mean the Jews are benefiting from white privilege and should give up the team ownership?
Then I realized later I was interpreting what DiAngelo was communicating all wrong. She was not making an argument that the talented or gifted or best should have the elite and privileged positions in society, that was never a consideration. DiAngelo is simply making an argument about power, which is that she believes whites have the power in society, and it should go to non-whites. That's it. There is no other underlying philosophy to her work beyond a naked power grab. The rest, all that is built on top of this foundation of wanting power to be stripped from whites is merely a way to achieve that aim.
What these slides displayed to me was that Jews are the ones who control an inordinate amount of power and wealth in society and control the media, as she alleged whites do. If Jews are white, then taking power and privilege and resources from whites also means talking from Jews, and if that was her position, antisemitism would be declared and her racket would dry up overnight. So her position thus must be to attribute Jewish wealth and success to whites alone, contend that whites must have their comfort and wealth removed, while Jews can retain theirs. In effect, the Jews would still be at the top, whites who are actually not in such a level of power as claimed, would see their material standings in society decline further, while the resources are transferred to Jews and non-whites.
In the middle section of the presentation, DiAngelo spoke to an audience of nearly 1,800, one of the largest in years of these diversity lectures, about "anti-blackness", a term I found to be an interesting deviation from the typical language of “bias” and "racism.” DiAngelo explained that while "racism" is something we all participate in, even if we disagree with it, anti-blackness goes a bit further and has a history of violence. She presented a slide listing all of the alleged crimes against blacks at the hands of whites, and remarked that it was "legal to murder black people in this country," a statement so absurd it’s not worth addressing, and hauntingly, "blacks have not been in a position to do this to whites..." while the slide was displayed.
Next DiAngelo brings up the topic of racial socialization to exhibit how whites were "conditioned" to be racist from childhood, obviously ignoring all of the hard data about in-group racial preferences, even among infants.
She asked the audience to recall if their parents talked about "good and bad" schools and what that meant to them, as well as what anti-racism training they had in primary school. She went on, telling whites that if their wedding album was all white, they were comfortable with racism, the concept of wedding photos being too white came up several times, making others visibly uncomfortable. DiAngelo can make even the most woke-liberal feel guilty for being too white, to scowl at the thought that their "racist" parents wanted them in a "good school." Some of this I can agree on, if “racism” is defined as a system that separates races, a white person, even a devout liberal, comfortable in an all-white environment, is on some level in agreement with people like us.
Concluding her lecture, I was able to look through the window into the mind of a radical anti-white agitator with her mask was off, she felt safe here. DiAngelo noted that the majority of white people have no close friends that are non-white, and then proclaimed "a segregated life is not a valuable life." There are several ways one can interpret this.
DiAngelo continued to call herself white as if to convince those who might begin to question this person with curly hair, a protruding witch-like chin, horn-rimmed glasses, and hooked-nose might be something other.
"I'm going to expose us, I'm going to break with white solidarity," she said proudly with an insidious grin. I was again thunderstruck.
DiAngelo remarked that even "anti-racist" whites are very comfortable in a racist society, and that "we are not entitled to comfort and whites must become uncomfortable to progress." The slide of the alleged crimes against blacks rushed into my mind once again - rape, murder, slavery, employment discrimination, biased laws, mob violence… DiAngelo is suggesting that this is what may be in store for us, in our well-deserved future. A future that a white person is not entitled to any level of comfort in a nation their ancestors forged from nothing. It was then I realized that DiAngelo was not merely some anti-racist sociologist that is riding a wave of anti-white hatred, but something far more. DiAngelo is the high-priestess, the person responsible for getting elite whites in high positions in society to give up what is theirs, to hand it over to a racial out-group that has been told for generations they have been humiliated, abused, and extorted by whites, and that they should take what is "rightfully" theirs.
DiAngelo's presentation concluded, a university president, the host of the event thanked her, explained that as jobs are leaving the state en masse once again, we should not fear, but learn to "become citizens of the world" instead of trying to create jobs here or to prevent them from leaving.
The president then asked several curated audience questions to DiAngelo. One question was along the lines of "how can we make this university more anti-racist?" DiAngelo pitched her services of weekly one-on-one coaching with university top-brass, where she will spend an hour with them each week coaching them on what actions to take to turn the university against whites even more while making herself obscenely wealthy. Good gig, if you can get it.
Another question asked about how to engage others with these ideas who might not be so open to "giving up their privilege and comfort in society." The reply provided another window into the mind of a radical anti-white, in essence, it does not matter if a person does not accept this message, it is coming whether they want it or not, whether they discuss the issues or not, whether they are an ally to non-whites or not.
My overall takeaway and message from DiAngelo was “allow yourself to be ruled by those hostile to your interests, learn to deal with it, learn to like it, or you’re a bad person.” These are dangerous people with bad intentions.
An integral part of the parasitic strategy of both those above and below us is to guilt us in to handing over everything to them without much of a struggle. They do not have the moxie to take things form us the old way, so they will spend careers, lifetimes, an obscene sums of money to convince us to lay down and die. To let them replace us entirely, to not even consider becoming an elite in society, while they suck up all of the resources like a tick on an exsanguinated host.
Our goal is a simple one – replace all of them before they replace us, become our own elite once more, and hold firm to everything that is ours. This war is unconventional, but it is war all the same. I hope to see Ms. DiAngelo again. Perhaps next time she will be in the audience, I’d be happy to take any of her questions.
If you are a current supporter, thank you very much for being here and especially being here so early! I’d like to explain what my work is and encourages others to join in for those who are new or unaware!
The tl;dr is pretty simple, something I’ve been talking about for years now, and it’s an organization similar to the ADL or SPLC, but for people of European stock. We need a legal organization that looks out for our interests which are often very different from other groups and from what the current mainstream will represent.
A bit about my work, past, present, and future. I’ve been writing publicly for four years now. I started writing during undergrad, working on articles and a book, I began to publish shortly thereafter with The Occidental Observer, Counter-Currents, and Arktos. My work has been re-published and mirrored on AmRen, Unz, Vdare, The Ethnic European, National Vanguard, and on sites in at least five languages throughout Europe from Spain to Norway.
I am building out a website to host all of my collected works and a site for the legal aid that will offer easier contact methods, testimonials of those we have helped, and a streamlined donation process.
Liberalism Unmasked book to buy and free PDF – I offer everybody the free PDF to take a look at to see if it’s something they would like before purchase or to keep an easy to search digital version to find stats and sources.
Every Christmas season for the past several years I’ve done a clothing drive for families in need. It’s grown each year, this past year with the shirt and sweatshirt sales, I raised about $2,500 that I used to provide sweaters, hats, gloves, Christmas gifts, and to help families from our community that needed a bit.
In addition to writing, I started a legal themed show called Dark Academia that has so far covered topics like free speech for political dissidents, the legal history of civil rights, firearm considerations for dissidents, red flag laws, and navigating legal options if your private employers require a covid-19 vaccine. Past episodes will be uploaded soon and will continue covering topics that are more specialized such as these.
Writing throughout all of law school, I graduated and passed the bar on the first go. Now that I am licensed, I have been providing legal aid to the community. Everything from mediations to helping people being investigated by the FBI. This is the focal point of what I will do going forward and why funding is necessary. Things are quickly becoming very busy and the need for legal aid for our people is tremendous, and I expect it to only grow for some time as the current trajectory continues.
Our people need help, and they often have nowhere to turn. I am changing that. But to continue to provide great care and to expand, I need help as well. Funding will go towards the day-to-day costs of running a legal aid operation. Research costs, filing and court fees if necessary, travel when necessary, and a very modest compensation. Beyond the basic requirements which the $1,400 goal would meet, which is a serious shoe-string budget, but most of these types of things always must start that way, will be expansion and building a “war chest”. I want to ensure I have a contact in every state so I can help our people anywhere they have trouble and enter into out-of-state courts if necessary, to represent them or sue companies / school boards / universities where necessary. Helping friendly travelers become licensed is part of this, as well as having lawyers in this community getting licensed in other jurisdictions, which is very expensive and time-intensive. The funds will go towards memos for the community, legal defense, offensive cases that come up, and more.
Some people have asked why I simply don’t just work a normie job and do this in my spare time, the answer is that I already am and that my time is already stretched to the point of extreme discomfort to my personal life. I work 30 hours a week at a normie gig (which these people are trying to get me fired from) and put in 40 hours a week writing and providing aid to this community. Although this is somewhat sustainable, without additional funding, it will not grow to where it needs to be, to where It can be. There’s no reason to leave so much potential good on the table. If everybody chips in a bit, we can build something powerful and lasting, way beyond what I can manage alone. This sort of project is ambitions, is already causing a lot of anger among the right crowd, and is something that has high rewards to match the higher cost. Nobody is doing anything like this now, nobody else is prepared to either. It's very important to set a high standard and follow through.
My goal for 2021 is to hit the $1,400 monthly goal on the this blog, and then raise an additional $30,000 to work as the seed money for this project. The main expenditure goes towards legal aid and outreach. Beyond providing basic legal aid, we will grow into offensive legal actions to push back against Critical Race Theory being taught in schools and forced diversity training at employers.
There is currently an ongoing and coordinated effort to have me fired and disbarred. Ruined essentially, for having the wrong views, according to these ghouls. I will not bend the knee and I will fight off every attack and defend myself and our people fiercely. There will be NO backing down to these freaks. With that said, I could use some help. Putting together a larger team of people is important. So is having the ability to weather any attacks and put more resources towards defensive postures. Here is a small example of the attacks. Well-funded NGOs, one based in Israel, with media connections are coming after me already, after a mere two-months of being licensed. A testament to what I am doing already.
If you would like to support via PayPal, cashapp, or venmo, let me know and I will provide that information. Old fashioned checks or money orders or cash in the mail is also accepted to a P.O. box, again contact me on telegram or here for those if that is preferable.
Heywildrich is my telegram name. You can contact me there for information about legal aid, or donating or any questions about any of this.
This is something I've been working towards for many years now. When I would mention it in the past it was met with a lot of negativity by people who were frankly already defeated. We have made it a long way and taken all the slings and arrows. At this point there is no legitimate excuse. We will not be "shut down" or stopped. We are already helping people, making their lives better, keeping them safe, and we will continue to do so.
Thank you so much for being here and supporting, together we can build this vanguard and step back onto the stage of history.
I hate parasites. I hate them about as much as anybody could hate anything in the abstract sense. Abstract in that “parasites” are a broad class of organisms that take many forms. Most people are only truly able to hate in a personal way, when they are grievously wronged by somebody specific, they can “hate”, but most lack the capacity to hate an idea or a broad category of things. Hate, true hate, requires an intellect capable of understanding deep abstractions and possibly subtle connections. Most living organisms are not capable of hate, they act, they can aggress, they can fear, but they cannot hate.
Only humans of higher orders can hate ideas, concepts, people they have never met, teach and pass on hate to their children, and act upon hate. Kai Murros said, “without hate for injustice, there can be no justice.” GLR said If you do not hate all that threatens what you love, then love is an empty catchphrase for cowards.
I truly hate parasites.
I was living in a crummy apartment with crummy neighbors who had a number of animals that were not well cared for. They moved out, I think involuntarily, when they left and took those sad creatures with them, they left behind a drove of fleas. They left behind parasites.
I'm sure many traveled to their new home on their clothes and the pets. But many were left in the now empty apartment unit next to mine. Without warm-blooded hosts to feed on, they soon plotted to migrate to my apartment. I had always known of the unsanitary conditions of my neighbors, so I would routinely spray all of the corners where the walls met the floors with pesticide, to create a hopefully unpassable barrier between myself, my pets, and the parasites that dwelled one wall away.
With no food in the next apartment over, the fleas became desperate, they began to find ways in under the walls, many died traveling through the pesticide on the floorboards, I was cleaning up their vile carcasses daily. But the fleas only became more determined. They found new ways in, somehow through the pipes that connected the units. They crawled over the dead bodies of their comrades lying in poison to make their way to my unit.
They were relentless.
I battled them daily. Killing them on sight. Laying traps in the form of bowls filled with water and dish soap and a light overhead in the darkness, to draw them in and drown them overnight. I would wake up, flush their bodies, lay more poison, caulk any spaces I found where they could find safe passage. I too became relentless. As their numbers grew with their desperation and hunger, my hatred of them so too would elevate.
Eventually, they tunneled in and found my two older cats I had adopted. A brother and sister. The brother is much larger and stronger, he's less furtive around humans than his sister. Both had been abused and lived a rough life before finding a permanent home with me. The fleas knew the sister was smaller and weaker and less likely to have a human notice the flea onslaught feeding on her blood. They chose the weaker cat to attack, nearly ignoring the stronger of the two. This is how parasites operate.
The fleas appeared to be gone, little did I know they were now devouring my poor cat alive.
Less than a week since the neighbors left, I noticed the little cat crying for help, something very strange for her as she's usually rather reclusive, only coming out at night. I immediately picked her up and found the fleas crawling over her body. The hungry parasites, unable to feed on each other, picked my helpless cat to bleed to death. I rushed her to the emergency vet, she had a blood transfusion, and eventually fully recovered. I took the other cat out of the apartment, gave him a flea bath and treatment, then left the apartment for good. My sweet little rescue was going to be murdered by these godforsaken blood-suckers. A creature that produces nothing of value, does nothing for the ecosystem, has no aesthetic worth, is nothing but a parasite in every sense of the word.
Then I thought more about the fleas and how they might have viewed the conflict between us. First, they would accuse me of being hostile to them before I knew them, after all, I laid down poison and traps on the borders of my apartment with the specific intent to keep them out. Why would I do something so cruel? Poison them? Drown them? Squash them? They were simply hungry, the food in their apartment was gone, they were starving, they had children. These were “refugees” fleeing starvation, were they not?
When I found fleas on my cats, I would remove them, but I would not put them outside, I would kill them. I always killed them.. They were sucking the life out of my beloved friends, but to them, they would tell the world I was trying to starve them to death, and they would be right.
If parasites such as these fleas ran a media empire, there would be nothing but similar horror stories, painting men like me as the villain. Men like me, viciously removing them from their homes for “no reason at all”, starving them, poisoning them, fumigating them. Exterminating them. They might even produce films about these incidents.
The films might even display an ordinary man like me with a couple of cats as the devil incarnate. The Orkin Man would be cast as the most evil being in all of history. Flea scholars would even write books on why it's a mental derangement to want to kill parasites, after all, they are just trying to eat, what kind of monster would murder a group of beings for trying to feed themselves? But the fleas would never tell you how they feed. The movies and news stories would never tell you of the poor, warm-blooded animals being eaten alive, to death, by flea infestations, or being poisoned by a tick-borne disease. All that would of course be ignored, perhaps even dismissed as an "anti-parasite conspiracy theory".
But you and I? You and I know the truth. And for knowing what they are truly like, to see their behavior so intimately, I will always hate the parasite.
I went to church today. Something quite rare for me. Not on purpose, that is I do not actively avoid churches. I find myself in them on occasion, a wedding or funeral mostly, sometimes sight-seeing in a new town, there are many famous churches and cathedrals I am fortunate to have experienced. But it's been some years since I found myself listening to a church service and interacting with the regularly attending congregation.
I've never been an atheist. I saw no reasonable position in arguing against something with no evidence, while claiming your lack of evidence is superior to their lack of evidence. I found the writings on the matter by Saint Thomas Aquinas and Descartes infinitely more fascinating than anything produced by Dawkins, Harris, Hitchens, and the like. My view of current organized Christianity has been harsh at times due to the widespread, nearly total acceptance of the Second Vatican Council, and the rate at which secular-liberalism seems to have infected the non-Orthodox institutions. In the same sense, I am not against the idea of higher-education or academia, I'm against the modern version. All Western institutions have been infected. That’s no condemnation of Christianity to recognize it is one of the pillars under heavy assault. There is a more general discussion of the type of morality instilled, how that morality relates to the socio-cultural and political views I have, but broadly speaking, I've seen more of the good side as of late. Something I did not see before. Today is another such example of the trend.
The circumstances were regretful. A very kind fellow in my town named Gary passed away recently. He had no immediate family, his parents and siblings had all passed on before him, he never had children. I received a phone call from an unfamiliar number this morning, usually, I do not bother to answer unless I know the person, something told me to pick up the line today. It was the pastor of the church Gary attended, he knew that I knew Gary and asked me to attend services this morning, as there would be part devoted to Gary’s life. Being familiar with the whereabouts of the church, I told him I would be there. I never did ask how the pastor came upon my number. I'm still unsure.
Arriving at the small church in the middle of what are ordinarily cornfields, I counted only five cars. Walking in I was greeted by the pastor, handed a hymn and a small order of service with a nice photo of Gary on the front. I sat in the back as the pianist played a hymn. The pastor had a short eulogy penned for Gary, talked about his life, and offered a couple of quotes from Tolkien's Middle-Earth epic that he felt embodied Gary, his life, and travels. This was all very much to my surprise and delight (one of the several connections I would notice this trip). Gary was a very adventurous man, you would never know it by his appearance, demeanor, or accent, but he was a world traveler. And not in the 20-year-old sorority-girl sense of the term "traveler", Gary had seen it all.
I was invited to say a few words about the man I had come to know over the past ten years. Something that would have terrified me in my younger years, speaking in front of anybody, let alone perfect strangers. After many interviews and podcasts related to my writings and recently finishing law school, public speaking, especially without time to prepare, was something I have grown comfortable with. Although I wouldn't wish to be a public dissident or law school on anyone, looking back, I think both have made me a better man.
I shared how Gary and I met, he was a regular at a hole-in-the-wall where I was the kitchen-manager through undergrad. Gary was one of the first customers upon the bar/restaurant’s opening, he always supported small and local businesses. Supporting small businesses was something that meant a lot to him, I'm not sure why, I wish I would have asked him. As always, I wrongfully assumed that I had more time. I spoke a bit about the great travel stories Gary would share with the staff, how much we all loved his beagle companion that went everywhere with him, and that I appreciated seeing him all those days at work. No matter how slow we were, or how inclement the weather may have been, you could count on Gary to be there with a smile, a great story, and his semi-famous goodbye wishes, "I'll be seein' ya".
Others said a few words about our friend as well, about all the great little restaurants and coffee shops Gary introduced them to, and a particularly heartfelt story from a very old girlfriend. She was now wheelchair-bound, but she came out in the bitter cold under a patchwork of suicide-gray skies to tell the small congregation about how Gary would work in the kitchen and help the janitors at their school when they were kids to make sure she could buy lunch because her family was so poor she was unable to buy lunch herself.
Gary started working very young, from the time he was old enough to sweep floors and wash dishes. He would later get a CDL and drive trucks making deliveries around the nation. He always stayed kind and giving until he passed away in his sleep one November day.
The pastor ended the service for Gary with another quote from Tolkien, "All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us."
There were other hymns and information about the clothing drive for the town's children, then service was concluded.
The congregation was small, all older, and white. Eleven people were in attendance, twelve if you include the pastor, thirteen including myself. The youngest person besides myself was nearly sixty, I would learn. This church, a small, one-room church house has been standing for as long as I can remember, mostly plain, with the notable steeple and large stained-glass feature behind the pulpit. A very old piano, slightly out of tune, but beautiful all the same – perhaps all the more so this way.
I met most of the members after the service, they thanked me for the kind words and the stories about Gary they had not heard before. I thanked them for having me.
Over coffee the pastor wanted to chat, he had a few questions about religion and the law which he had long been curious. Something that is on our minds a lot, his questions amounted to, "how did this happen?" We talked about Supreme Court cases regarding prayer in schools, public displays of religion, the Lemon test, Mr. Engle of Engel v. Vitale (1962), and how the establishment clause and free exercise clause can spawn all of these cases and controversies when it makes up less than twenty words in the U.S. Constitution. The pastor lamented the liberal transformation his denomination has undergone and how he now has nothing in common with the church’s leadership. Something so familiar to people like us on this side of the political realm.
These were very normal but intelligent people that I met. They are the quintessential salt of the Earth old-stock Americans, and the average ones seem to have a better grasp of things that people in online circles might give them credit for. What might be considered "normies" in online circles, were people who fundamentally understood this nation has been subverted and continues to be subverted by hostile outside elements.
Our conversation ended with a plan for it to continue over lunch on another date, I grabbed my coat and walked outside. Across the field I noticed a decrepit playground, a small wooden boat (Ark), that was rotting away. It's probably been decades since a child played on the structure, looking out of the portholes laughing, pretending to navigate the high seas with the now heavily weathered captain's wheel at the helm of the ship. There was a large cross where the swings were once held, based on the position of the remaining, quite rusted, eye bolts. The entire playground looked to be custom and hand built. It struck me that one of the old men I met, now using a walker or cane, in the church probably built the Ark and cross many years ago, when he was young and strong. Time seems to roll on in the most brutal way.
Perhaps it was the fact that this was the first time I've attended a church service in many years, perhaps it was the loss of a member of the community that I greatly appreciated, but walking to my car, passed the rotting playground, I could not help but feel something very uneasy and ominous. It had nothing to do with the service, the church itself, or the people I just met, that was all as wonderful as you could ask. It was something deeper.
At some point, I don't know when, maybe in the past decade, maybe the one before, or even before still, this church would have had a filled parking lot on a Sunday morning. Every seat would have been filled, there would have been little children running around, probably a person who taught them a youth bible-study at one of the now falling-apart picnic tables. Now the population is aging, aging out, and dying. Myself, a mere guest at their church, was the youngest by several decades. The number of old stock Americans, these types of Americans, is fading, the hope for the future, the next generation, is as abandoned as the disintegrating playground.
Leaving the long gravel driveway, I sipped the coffee one of the ladies had given me with a sense of despair. But I forced a smile and decided again, as I have a thousand times before, to keep on down this same old road.
I was reminded that there are still kind and good people in this world who feel very lost and like a stranger in their homelands and towns. Some people will still be searching for a shimmer of light in the darkness and although the numbers may be dwindling and the firelight is dimming quickly as night draws near, there is still the chance that the embers can rage once more.
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Full-time journalism, legal show production, more pixel art, more cozy images, more of everything.
Total takeover, firing on all cylinders.
Cost of readership would drop, we would reach more and more people with these stories, and the content would come more often.
At this goal I can hire people to help me with content, add video production and audio recordings of articles, and really begin to expand the entire operation. I would like audio versions of all of the content to ensure people who cannot read well or travel often are able to have access to the stories. We are the stewards of our people and must care for all of them.
In addition to full-time writing, the legal podcast, and a community resource, I will hire a secretary, PR manager, and a guard-pupper to alert me of intruders.
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