I don’t have to tell you that racial identification can be catastrophic. Those who have sought to ward-off that bias have held sway since World War II. Now we have thorough proof that anti-racism can be equally genocidal. Our task is a tricky one - to reconstruct genetic identity which does not lead to fratricidal identifications, nor unnecessary conflict with other races, but symbiosis. I believe that one of the greatest ontico-epistemic obstacles to that achievement is the overvaluation of competition and its corollary, the stupid right-wing focus on inequality as a “healthy” fact of ordinary, everyday human life. These would be in contrast to observation of pervasive cooperation in human, social scaled patterns, the analysis of which would model and provide for fair treatment of human capital as warranted in its historical breadth.
In a narrative that runs through puerile identity with sports and musical figures, a furtive skepticism of extant economic systems and so on to more seriously considered matters of identity, I will move this hypothesis of competition, its over-valuation and its presumed necessity, not to its fully warranted assertability - as probably the single largest rused susceptibility to disempower Euorpean peoples, their organization as a class of classes, identification and defense as such - but further along in understanding by way of this tour.
If sports sounds like ridiculous subject matter to go along with music and issues of foreign labor, students, etc, well, precisely, it is. But there it is. The power and innocence of objectivism so appealing to Whites, cast into a technology of individualism via Lockeatine rights, the desexing of males who reject incitement to genetic competition as such, all lead to susceptibility to Jewish pandering and promotion of a-racial or even anti-White identifications in sports, music, radical economic individualism and other quasi identity – in sum, a susceptibility to misguided identity.
That valuation of objectivist competition, the contiguity of the comparative numbers which stay coherent through time, the subjectivism, no accounting for taste, not requiring that one think radically and make radical decisions about the true merit and historically weighted value of these achievements, but allow the comfort of taking for granted the set premises and parameters is a comfort exploited by Jewish interests and objectivist Whites. As with music, it is easy enough to say that they “just do it well” or ”people just like it.”
Again, these popular competitions and identifications could provide illustrations of how competition and matters of taste might model evaluation of merits and amicable parting of ways, but Jewish interests and objectivist Whites have promoted an exaggerated sense of economic competition (for Whites), along with identifications with, e.g., black athletes and music, its opiate-like properties to the weaken the solidarity of our youth in particular – ja mon, da White man is from Babylon – and create identification where the momentum of solidarity and insurgency has been – in Jewish organized leftism as opposed to White Leftism, the union of Whites.
Or perhaps you would prefer some steroid enhanced numbers and cooked books to go with that ganja too?
Strawberries and Coal
English strawberry farmers say they need cheap labor from abroad or they are out of business. English coal miners have been told that their kind of work must be done elsewhere now: but is it so plain? No other ways to resolve the concerns of interested parties, e.g., alternative economic models? Or does competition determine all?
There is no doubt that competition exists as a fact of nature, particularly at the more basic a biological level one looks into, but there the right-wing stops looking, stops thinking, just like the stupid sports fanatic, or the wigger identifying with his dreadlocks and Bob Marley t-shirt. Humans, however, being second order cybernetic systems, are not only able to think about the episode of survival, but are also able to think about thinking, hence to see the non-necessity for that episodic competition and rather how the pattern of ecological survival may be considered deliberately.
Bowery has a point that the White male way of competing for those who would propose to take our females has been prohibited us. That if we were allowed to fight as we are capable, neither you, I, nor any other White guy worth his salt would be particularly worried about blacks or sand-Negroes. Nevertheless, our distinct way of fighting has been enjoined, such that classifying, discriminating and defending against non-Whites is prohibited as “racist.” Even to indicate as much with a racial epithet during an fight with a black means (in the U.S.) risking an automatic ten years (and White men know this). As we are didactically forced by Jews, a la Alinsiky, to follow upon “our” Enlightenment rules of objectivity, our puerile females become more attracted to the strong conquerors, blind to whatever extent that they would not be powerful conquerors if White men were allowed to defend in accordance with our true nature.
Bowery’s “natural duel” becomes less crazy as he introduces the precondition of jury trial. However, for most societies, non-lethal competitions, comparisons and criteria can be established to determine who might be fit to play a certain role, reproduce with a certain woman and so on. Who is the skilled individual, who displays the genes of strongest individual self sufficience, innovation and industriousness inasmuch as these traits are valued. This might satisfy the more base female instincts of incitement to genetic competition, establish who is the more self sufficient man, while the lethal recourse can be reserved more for intransigent territorial interlopers.
Regarding non-lethal criteria for assessing appropriate roles, of course we are not talking about non-European natives, they can play games with theirs. Nor are we talking about taking away Bowery’s prerogative to set up his community in his way. Rather, we are looking into an optimal essence of what he might be reaching for in natural duel – facilitating Euromen to fight for their interests, their definitive ways, when necessary.
Moving on our touring critique of objectivity and over-valuaton of competition as it destroys identity.
Identity based on academic performance: do you want the competition of the best students? Or do you want the best education for your native people? I could see approving visiting professors before visiting students, but not to confuse testing with the comprehensive means of learning and its value. On the other hand, affirmative action, non-White diversity for diversity’s sake, is a Jewish perversion of the qualitative idea. Slattery et al have shown that Jews are vastly over represented in the Ivy Leagues and that Whites are vastly under represented by objectivitst standards, but even if it were not so – shouldn’t education and service of our people be the qualitative purpose?
Its not so easy to propose and advance qualitative and identitarian arguments where they have been abused so badly by Jews. I asked my students, in a newly liberated-from-communist country, if they think people should be able to be critical of a baseball player, viz. Alex Rodriquez, making 30 million dollars a year. A female student of mine piped-up indignantly, “no, of course not.” Communist times must have been rotten if, having come through them, one cannot allow themselves to think critically of even that example. Another female student seemed to get excited about the prospect of meeting him. Maybe the “wisdom” of this visiting teacher was not appreciated. Rather, the free market was objectively all. I guess the Jewish abuse of capitalism appeals to those who have had enough of the Jewish abuse of socialism.
Indeed, Jews and White objectivists exploit sports as an objectivist criteria with its mercenary identification and sick money. We are chided and threatened with desexing or attribution of homosexuality in our adolescence; and a typical way to make our masculine identification more clear is to identify with sports. With “racism” so heavily stigmatized and White males having little recourse to group and gender identity, many gravitate to sports, both participatory and as fans. I imagine that can seem a better option than taking on the hypermasculinity of blacks – don’t dare admit to girls that blacks are more masculine, or suggest that that’s not good that they are, you wimp.
How to argue that we do not want to play with blacks, even if they are good? I suppose Aristotle would say, why do we not race against horses, even though they are fast? We do not wish to participate in sports with blacks because we wish to test the athletic aspects as a part of our full kinds, not theirs.
Failing the warrant of Aristotle, perhaps it is seen better to be a fan than to lose to blacks, and to lose one’s gender identity - it is really bad to lose to women, hence one of the prime reasons for sports identity.
As Margaret Mead observed in Male and Female, it is humiliating for an adolescent male to lose to females, as he often will lose in many head-on competitions with them – but worse, he is desexed if he does lose to females (though she is not) in fact; whereas if he loses to males in sports he does not lose his gender identity. He is not losing to females, he is not desexed, he is demonstrating his masculinity.
Hence, some of the broad appeal in sports: group identity, group collaboration, outgroup competition, male identity. But it also models non-lethal, “sporting”, comparison to sort-out appropriate, qualitative roles.
In fact, Pearce cited an example of empirical philosophy being problematic in that it is like focusing on the left tackle position only of an eleven man, variegated football team. Whereas in the more complex system of a football team, if a player is not good at one position he might be tried in another position, if he is not good at football, so much the better – there are more important matters.
The boy competes in sports, if he wins he gets an added reward, though generally a reward not making a lethal difference or removing his essential provisions because he lost (treating nature as the authentic model, nature rarely operates within lethal variables) if he is not good in that endeavor he moves on to other endeavors; not only do European people not generally castigate him for moving onto other things, but they tend to equate what he now does with the real world and a possibility to contribute in greater social responsibility, as they should. Inasmuch, sports does model some social sense. A problem here is that as the teams become less representatively totemic of a localized people and more mercenary, it moves the sport toward universal and a-racial masculinity. Nevertheless, while sports is not a competition that merits anything like its valuation, it does provide a model that non-lethal competition and humane criteria for sorting people is possible.
Just as when I got over my adolescent wish to be the second baseman for the New York Yankees or a halfback for the Los Angeles Rams, not only was I not looked upon as lesser for my lack of said achievement, I was rightfully considered to be taking-on more socially responsible and important concerns. Hence, a model of symbiotic sorting – there is not just one important role and criteria to fulfill. The criteria that appeals in the first place, in some sort of primitive identification, may not be essential at all of course, but supererogatory.
And if the European society was more organized, its criteria more clear and accountable, would a European woman be less afraid that her genetic legacy was going to be left behind and therefore not quite so in need of the alpha? It would seem.
Along the way, Dave Megget left a trail of children in five states and a legacy of misconduct towards women. He is now serving a 30-year prison sentence for the 2009 rape of a woman in his hometown Charleston, S.C.
Baseball:
Yankee Stadium, while war rages in Europe, the World Series, October 1943
I hated baseball. I found it boring as a child. I didn’t much care for blacks either. I fought valiantly at age 7 with the “chocolate nurses” who attended to me during a hospital stay for a tonsillectomy. So it was not exactly to my liking when I got bussed to a mostly black school for the purpose of “integration” at age 10. I came home one day from the mostly black Nishuane school, where I was being bussed for the fifth grade. It must have been the fall of 1971. I turned-on my TV and someone hollered from the crowd at Yankee stadium, “hit a homerun Bobby (Murcer)!” I echoed, “hit a home run, Bobby!” and with that pitch, Murcer did hit a homerun.
Bobby Murcer
He was White, cool, had longish hair – hey! I became a Yankee fan right there and then. It helped that my brother and father already were Yankee fans. In the background, perhaps, I yearned for a revival of the Yankees, who represented the glory years of White power in America, winning most of the World Series from 1947 to 1962 – Dimaggio, Mickey Mantle and Yogi Berra, yeah! with but one or two black players, such as quiet Elston Howard, during those years.
Joe Dimaggio
With a big smile, my father always mentioned his admiration for Hank Bauer and Johnny Mize “who taught Phil Rizzuto to use the big bat.” I knew what he was doing. He was showing that he was sporting, he had no malice for Germans – they were good people too. He added explicitly that being a sports fan helped to keep you from being too self-centered.
For my football, I took the The Rams, as they had the coolest uniforms and a good team in those times in late 60’s and 70’s: Roman Gabriel, Jim Bertelsen, Jack Youngblood, Hacksaw Reynolds, what’s not to like? Sunny Los Angeles, the fearsome foursome. I tried not to cry when the Vikings beat them every year in the playoffs, but it was one of the rare times when I could not maintain the anti-crying stoicism that my father had taught me and to which I never objected. But I did not take losing easily.
L.A. Rams - Minnesota Vikings 1969
And I loved playing football too, especially rough football in the front yard. I weren’t no sissy.
I can’t say my family generally functioned as a team, however – and I wondered by contrast, why discrimination based on race was so prohibited as to disallow defense against black intimidation. It seemed that Hitler’s tactless overcompensations had made that angle hard.
Nevertheless, I never took to Malcolm X saying that he was going to rule; especially disconcerting in light of the Newark 1967 black riots. My father’s nostalgia for Newark in light of what was there now was incomprehensible as we drove through. Why did we have to pay for black women to have babies? It made no sense. It was scary and even scarier that people would prohibit you from trying to say or do something about it..My father would say, “you can’t fight city hall”..with a smile on his face, as if I was supposed to relate to that. It was bewildering and infuriating.
However, being a Yankees’ baseball fan through those years did provide some girding identity against the maelstrom. Following the likes of (White) Graig Nettles statistics, his cool and dazzling play at third base steadied me with benign diversion, preventing the lack of recourse to the media’s one way communication and build up of anti-White male propaganda, as it ominously did build-up during the 70’s. It provided a benign identity opposed to hopelessness and the instigation of deeper depression.It really worked to some extent. I even went to two World Series game wins in the Yanks victory over the Dodgers in 1978. The one and only time I ever smoked with my father (you’d never believe he’d do that if you saw him) was at one of those games. Though the blacks on the team did perturb the coherence of identity, a fact not exactly articulated to myself, I did not route against those that were on “my team.”
Nevertheless, there were these leaks and insufficiencies in these identities, to be sure. Professional sports got blacker. The towns of New Jersey had been getting blacker since I could remember: Newark and East Orange always, spreading eventually even to Bloomfield. In Montclair we always had enough. As I’d mentioned previously, the ominous specter of black population growth, all these Negroes having babies on welfare, feminist hatred of White men, pig/wimp, pig/wimp, pig/wimp, blacks as a weapon, it was looming, ominously looming…nobody was able to say a damn influential thing about it…. my father repeated the WWII manta (you can’t fight city hall) and not only were people not articulating what my senses and experience told me – beware! separate and prepare to defend! – no, the media and Supreme Court were saying that the worst evil was to defend against these people.You saw the dreaded sign prominently displayed in institutions: “discrimination based on race, etc, was prohibited by the ‘Civil Rights Act.”...don’t you dare even have so much as eyeballs. I suppose the most disconcerting development was when and where our females took the position that discriminating against blacks was unthinkable – prohibited. Mortifying. Newark, a 75 percent black town, scene of the 1967 black race riots, was just a ten minute ride – a trip we made every Sunday to my grandmother’s house in an Italian enclave.
Still, these were the 70’s. In the rare occasion one saw a White woman with a black, she was usually pretty homely, god forbid. So, it seemed that people might just naturally not impose on one another, by and large. One could still hope, anyway. You whistled in the dark and had hope that one day when you grew up, you’d find where the sane White people were, and would join them there. For those who like Newark: be our guest.
When the Rams finally got around the Vikings and made it to the Superbowl in 1979, they were still exactly half White.
Finally, after decades of spooky buildup, Madonna’s Like a Prayer Video of 1989, spookiest of all, rather signaled the official cracking of the dam in terms of social barriers to White male identity in genetic sovereignty.
(As a side note, a Polish woman, who once had a nig boyfriend, told me that that video was shown over and over again, almost the exclusive American video for a time, just prior to the fall of communism in Poland).
It was soon after, still 1989, when I learned of an incident where a black player for the Yankees, Luis Polonia, was charged with having sex with a 15 year old (blond) girl when the team was in Milwaukee; and when a Milwaukee pitcher threw a pitch at Polonia, Mel Hall charged the pitcher in Polonia’s defense. Mel Hall was a black player who had persuaded the parents of a White Connecticut highscool girl to become his girlfriend by buying her lavish gifts such as cars, etc. (Hall has since been sentenced to 30 years for raping a 12 year old White girl).
Upon learning of these incidents, I stopped following baseball cold turkey. The point being that if I can do it, as appreciative a fan as I was, closely following its goings-on as I did, so can others - in order to shift to a White/European identity.
Of course the list of sports outrages which should send Whites away - things which never should have been able to happen - is exponential by now: it went on and on and goes on and on, Wilt Chamberlain (who Quinton Tarantino counts his mother as one of thousands), Magic Johnson - before contracting AIDS, he claimed to have accommodated as many women as possible: “some of them were unbelievable”, Nigel Benn, Dave Megget, Lawrence Taylor, Theiry Henry, Mario Balotelli..
I thought I’d heard everything when I saw this Lawrence Talyor interview by Mike Wallace (who is just as shocking in his own crazy sympathy for Taylor). Taylor went on to a charge of statutory rape as well. Yes, I know the women are pursuing these athletes just as much as being pursued. Nicole Brown got what she deserved. Too bad “the juice” didn’t squeeze his offspring and himself to boot.
I’d like also to retrace of my transition and transformation from music during the same period. Music identity seems to be largely problematic as well.
As a child in the 60’s, if my mother wanted to stop me from crying, all she had to do was put on The Beatles.
I was crazy about their music, them, wanted to be named George.
George with Pattie tripping at Haight Ashury’s “Summer of Love”
By the time I got bussed to Nishuane school (the aforementioned mostly black school), however, the Beatles had broken-up and where was the identification taken? If not John Lennon’s sickening worship of Yoko Ono and her disgusting politics (woman is the nigger of the world – yeah, right), I had to endure the humiliation of the most saccharine sir Paul McCartney music - “somebody’s knocking at the door, somebody’s ringin’ the bell”- cringe - being aired in the playgound amidst rabid blacks, blood oosing through their grimacing teeth. The TV was advertising that “Roots was coming.” (thank you for bussing me to a black school and then stirring their hatred for Whites, announcig that “Roots was coming”, Mr. J.). At one point the blacks went around identifying as “sharks”...Whites were designated “jets” and if they caught you, they’d put you in the baseball backstop and collectively crush you. I didn’t like seeing that. I didn’t like hearing Malcome X saying he was going to rule me. I didn’t like black Earl Walker snatching White David Knowle’s towel, dramatically wiping his ass with it and throwing it back in his face. Or when black Norman Hills kicked the soccer ball into Phil Lombardo’s face, breaking his nose, and running away triumphantly with his fist in the air, as if that was the victory (no attempt to field the rebound and score a goal). I was no wimp, and I could run faster than them at that age. To prove it, I smashed a snowball in George Hillman’s (black) face and then led a mass of blacks running after me around the playground until I finally deaked them over a hedge and made my way into a side door of the school where a Mrs.Carol, White teacher, was waiting for me, a bit impressed, having watched the goings on. Norman would even go on to commend me for my quickness, “damn, you was all alone.”
But musically, I needed something stronger than Paul McCartney to confirm masculinity’s hold on the inarticulated quest for midtdasein. I wanted the hardest. After all, I was an American, I was objective, and I was up against it – it would have to be Jimi Hendrix. I remember the day he died, Alan Wolfe and I considered it a roomer when we heard it. And it seemed precociously cool for us, as friends, to be into Hendrix. An identity that I got into beginning with his death. Hendrix combined indomitable masculine identity, along with the creativity, that something that I yearned for as important in the hippie era, that Being. Maybe he provided a sort of inarticulated left cover for me as well, I could say I was liberal enough without really being one. He was the best. I got all his music. I wall-papered my room with his posters. I wore a Hendrix T-shirt.
Of course I liked others as well, C,S,N,Y, Winwood, Zappa, Jefferson Airplane, Sly and The Family Stone..later Hatfield and The North, The Smiths (no problem, I had no insecurity as to my orientation), but Hendrix seemed to do best as that hard drug of masculine identity and creativity. Fortunately, Winwood and Frank Zappa provided a saving White balance of hardness as well; I saw Frank six times in all - once at the Capital in Passaic on Friday the 13th (a few nights before the Cajun Ron Guidry won game 3 of one of those World Series games I attended). One of the huge drawbacks of Frank, of course, is that he is an identity of non-identity – he was so skeptical, cynical, so suspending of belief in traditional narratives that if you try to think in alignment with him, you tend to have trouble enmeshing in any narrative, even healthy ones. One concert of his, Halloween 1979 in New York City , was like viewing the devil himself. Frank, bless his heart, did the devil well, even manifesting a sickening androgeny, wearng red spandex pants that showed off his disgustingly feminine ass…while he proceeded to rape souls with his cynicism. When the concert was over, the guy next to me was literally doubled over in tears. I understood why.
Even so, every bit as compelling as the calming objectivity of the numbers in sports statistics were to me, so too music was overly compelling, these occasional religious traumas aside – I could be happy with a cup of coffee and headphones, Axis: as Bold As Love or The Band of Gypsies, Sly and The Family Stone’s Greatest Hits. It wasn’t only black music that I liked, but music and that kind in particular, was like a drug. I understand that its rhythms can be literally like that in the parts of the brain they stimulate.
I had been hanging on the cliff of identity and pragmatism by my fingernails by 1987. I made a decision that I could turn attention away from my heretofore artist identity and more fully to practical matters of gainfulnes – initiating a stock brokerage career - which I could maintain if I could just assert a simple No: I do not want a woman who has dated a black. I guess that I felt if I could assert as much that the society was in some important sense reasonable and manageable. As the build up and maelstrom of anti White rhetoric was reaching a crescendo, I felt that I could use some support, and my mother sought out a hypnohttp://www.uproxx.com/filmdrunk/2013/01/quentin-tarantinos-mom-banged-wilt-chamberlain/-therapist to help me through the series 7.
Well. I did not know that this one was Jewish either. This was not about helping me to do better, as she claimed, but about disempowerment of me, as a White man. No, Naomi, I don’t want a woman who has dated a blacks. Naomi: “even if it was a long time ago?”
Following her Ericksonian confusion techniques, that suggestion really pushed me over the edge into radical concerns of White identity.As the failings of the traditional means to protect our moral order, to protect the birthright of our co-evolution began to become more public in the mid to late 80s, a little before the time of The Madonna Like A Prayer Video – and accelerated after that time - you starting to see some good looking White women with blacks in public. Yes, I knew some nice and smart blacks, some of them were even better people than I, I’d say, but since I really valued little else as a pattern from blacks besides their music and the fact that their antagonism de facto unified Whites in opposition (no room for this Irish/English hatred, etc), a question came to me: Do I value their exceptions only, as the liberals expect me to do? do I value music (good as theirs can be) or do I value my co-evolutionary females? The answer was clear. I took my full record collection to the store and sold it – black and White. My music addiction was over at once. I had serious work to do. I did not want to have to change Neil Young lyrics in my head to make him say the right thing. And I have never regretted demoting music in importance in my life.
Should I be like Hendrix even if I could?
“An estimated crowd of 5500 attended the last set, which started at 10 p.m…the Hendrix show included everyone from cheerleaders to fringe student hippie radicals…Following the final show Lynn Shirley remembers seeing Hendrix - escorted by a pair of tall, thin college aged blondes on either arm - walking toward a limousine parked on the grass… “I could see their silhouettes as they pulled out, and his big hair, and I was thinking, ‘They don’t know him.’ I remember I was a little shocked. It just seemed a little scary to me.”
Again, the point is, if I can do it, shift from a strongly held but ill-advised puerile identification, then so can others.
After attending more to studies and more direct complications of White identity for a while, I did eventually re-engage interest in some sports and music but only in a much more limited way.
I don’t watch American football because it is entirely too black, in addition to being mercenary as opposed to identitarian. Obviously they all make way too much money.
I don’t follow any particular baseball team, because they are mercenary – the teams do not represent a place or a people, but take mercenaries from anywhere.
For a diversion now, I route for certain players, for their statistics to hold up…the numbers still appeal to me…I will look at the statistics of the better Polish and Italian players: Tulowitski, Kluszewski, Musial, Simmons (Syzmanski) Biggio, Votto, Berra, Dimaggio…
And I route against the black and Puerto Rican players.
I don’t route against the other Whites. They are some of my favorites too: Lou Gehrig, who could dislike him:
Lou Gehrig
...Babe Ruth, Mickey Mantle. I figure that the reason I pay more focus on the Poles and Italians is because I want to see to it that my ethnes are contributing to “the big White team.”
I don’t go to the events of course. I would never contribute money to these franchises. If I can (not) do it, so can others. But still, I must say, I do not pay much attention to sports at all..it is an occasional thing.
World Cup Football has provided some recourse for those of us lucky enough to route for national teams that are still White. I very much got-off on watching Italy beat the Mulatto and Negro mercenaries of France in 2006. To my credit, I lost interest in routing for Team Azzuro when Balotelli was allowed onto the team.
This is an outrageous presentation NPR, suggests that Balotelli is redefining what it means to be Italian. It seems the typical Jewish way is to speak as if baldy taken for granted that White disposession is good progress. Of course he’s Italian, aren’t all Jewish monkeys?
Of course his presence is necessary, just as English strawberry farmers need migrant workers and the coal industry needs to ship its plants abroad.
The Italian team did not do well enough in 2006, senza mulignan.
Coming back to the example of music, I would still endorse The Airplane, and could more so but for their Jewish members, though I still like their music; as I do C,S,N,Y. Musically (not politically, of course). Zappa, I’ve outgrown, for the particular reasons I’d mentioned before – cynical jerk and a liberal. I observe whereas Stevie Winwood was sufficiently creative, sounded sufficiently masculine and cool to stave off Hendrix. I probably listened to his early work at least as much as Hendrix. And I would say that early Alice in Chains are as good as any hard rock music from the sixties.
I had gravitated to the Hendrix identity because of his representation of hard masculinity combined with the unarticulated motive of the Hippie era. I got over that furtive identity once I understood for myself the mystery of why I had a sentimentality for acid rock music and the hippie stuff – it had to do with the obfuscated agenda of White male midtdasein – The hippies were an implicit White expression for midtdasein for our men (as opposed to the international military/corporate draft). As I have often mentioned, a non-trivial agenda at that. Yet, the direction of these basic, organic needs, being incommensurate with feminism’s higher grumbles, their pursuit of self actualization, made it fairly easy for our enemies to bury the White male concern, to exploit the conflict with White male interests - Jews pushed feminism even during the Viet Nam war when White men were considered so intrinsically valueless as to have to die for tire rubber, but put feminism and White man bashing into overdrive the moment the Viet Nam war was over.
Still, I am not one of these guys who thinks the music of yester-year was necessarily better – though I do like acid rock, as the quest of midtdasein was bound to produce profoundly creative expression, it was not the music, in essence, that I was sentimental for, it was the implicit and buried motive of White male midtdasein.
There is plenty of great stuff in the present and from other eras, of course. Nor would I endeavor to say that non-White music is garbage simply because I elect not to identify with it. Generally, music is not an identitarian priority for me anymore, so I don’t keep up with it, but I still appreciate it. I can like black music, of course, The Four Tops or whatever, but I try to listen to White music, recognizing that it is healthier for me, being more conducive to my organic needs and rhythms by and large. Something like Chopin provides a far better atmosphere for intellectual conversation. Bach is amazing.That is to say, I do not take the choice for identity so far as to make the argument that I am being objective in my music selection.
Some incidents from the first grade provide analogy: hearing a kid say, I’ll like your picture if you’ll like mine was a bit extreme, though there may have been more to it than my six year old incredulity would concede. On another occasion, I drew a picture of a person and Duane Clarke, this disgusting black kid (who had fat ring formations around his neck – I am saying ??? too - like some kind of pig), asked me incredulously why I did not “color the picture in.” Even at that age, I was offended. And I find the people who cannot understand why I would not identify with Hitler to be equally offensive. I’ll like your picture if you’ll like mine or color me adolf - its difficult to imagine why they would not have the intelligence and maturity to leave that proposition behind. But some don’t, evidently. Sill, I believe that smarter ones who have seen Hitler as a rebellious identity and a way to name the Jew at once will come to a more mature identity so long as they are concerned for the truth, as most of them claim to be.
I believe the Right, including Hitler, exaggerate the value and necessity of hierarchy, making it didactic (so much something so as to inspire the opposite), but what I am putting forth here is that the right is just as didactic with the argument of the primacy of equality/inequality and the necessity for competition to identity..
Those who start their analysis in favor of identity with critique of The French Revolution seem prone to this mistake. I have found that beginning with a critique of Locke provides better questions and answers.
I rather believe creativity and achievement stem from more satisfied basic needs, of middasein, being in the class of classes which Locke would not see - but if satisfied instead, would alleviate the fundamental stress which hinders creativity, symbiosis, creates rigidity and war.
Posted by Desmond Jones on April 06, 2014, 10:19 PM | #
Continuing to discount in-group conflict means the definitions are prescriptive not descriptive.
I don’t see whereas these topoi discount in-group conflict, although I could agree that would be a very important, if not the most important, matter to analyze at this point. That was why I was hoping that Dr. Lister would weigh-in with more discussion and detail on the matter and tendency of “fratricidal” conflict and how it tends to be intervened by “parenting” of good judgment, where it does emerge: that is to say, close genetic relationship does not necessarily guarantee absence of in-group conflict - often it is just the opposite.
It is a good point, Desmond, and bears elaboration.
“Whether mono-cultural or traditional, societies cleave and conflict.”
Yes, I would only say that these topoi do not necessarily deny that.
It was not unknown for such societies to ritualistically sacrifice and cannibalize their own children.
I guess that the argument on behalf of this definition of monoculturalism would be that they might be taking on “god-like” status as sacrifices; that kindred empathy for their similarly human wish to survive was being discounted; or by contrast that like them, they did not consider human sacrifice to be unthinkable.
People were pretty much the same in way of life - that does not mean they did not occupy different status. Rockefeller’s tribe had taken lives, therefore his tribe had a debt of life to pay, as any of their tribal rivals would.
Kings and their gods were as prone to enslave as protect their people.
Indeed. Moreover, they were not the only kinds of highest rank in what might be designated ethnocentric societies.
In-group conflict was as much a harbinger of the quest for equality and universality as any other factor, as the ancient Greeks demonstrated.
Exactly. Very good point - that is why I have explained and will continue to explain that “equality/inequality” is an epistemic blunder as a paradigm - that the right continues to perpetuate - as its presumption of commensurablity by which to wage (false) comparisons leaves it unnecessarily, wrongly susceptible to intractable conflict both between and within peoples - it is an epistemic blunder and a missed opportunity to promote symbiotic functioning.
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These are important matters to address as our males are confronted with the diversion into the propositional identification of sports, music and objectivist criteria of capitalist endeavor – or face desexing from our females; whom, as I have hypothesized, are all too one-up within the disorder of modernist racial declassificaiton.
It seems as if these forms of identity – sports, music and libertarianism - remove competition from outgroup to ingroup competition, in other words, to liberalism…which has come to be seen as the most masculine way of all – lay down in praise of the other. Jewish interests would capitalize on this objecivist liberalism, wouldn’t they?
This not only bears upon identification but again, how the over admiration and valuation of individualist Actualization ruptures group identity along with the necessity and value of routine reconstruction, basic and social needs (incl. European genetic organization).
And, on the other hand, rather than allowing people to gauge differences and their value, the overvalue of competition creates a situation of over redundancy, rigidity on certain activities, constant unsettlement of others (without time to cultivate practices) when people could otherwise disburse into different ecological niches…as happens in the nature, biology as well.
Now, if there is supposedly nothing you can do about the objective facts, if European guys or some European guys are just inferior, if there is not a place of honor for those who are not the best in some ways, but maybe good in other ways, at those things which are good for all of us, where is the motivation to participate and to do something to change it?
The right is so dumb.
Imagine what good we could be for eachother, helping eachother as Europeans?
What could be more stupid and disinspiring to the people that you are hoping to organize in authentic motivation than to argue against “equality”. Oh boy! I want to be among unequals and defend non-eqaulity! The idea just fills me with joy! I am just dying to be among asshole snobs looking for every opportunity to show me that they are better and grind my nose in the dirt. But that is the right for you. Stupid elitists. Can there be a worse combination of traits to propose itself as the leaders of Europeans? Again, I am not arguing on behalf of equality, nor for identifying with non-Whites or catering to whatever inferiorities they may have, I am arguing against the argument of equality/inequality and the value of competition.
The difference that makes a difference to identity is qualitative difference, not equality/inequality. Equality inequality brings with it all sorts of problems (as I have noted elsewhere) whereof false comparison and reciprocally escalating conflict for the unnecessary provocation.
I believe that ontologically speaking, an over value of competition is one of the largest problems that we have.
The female inclination to incite competition may be one of the key reasons why it is so difficult to overcome, particularly in puerile gender interaction…. there may be an isness there that belies the oughtness of cooperation..this tendency to incite genetic competition may make cooperation problematic, but the Jewish pandering to that tendency along with its objectivist presumption must be dealt with – generally speaking, the female hierarchy of motives is not an isness of deprivation..it is an oughtness ordered of White men in accordance of their choice and high grumbles, not of low grumbles.
By identifying as a people and recapturing our power, providing our co-evolutionaries with identity and accountability as such in the order of the White Class, we will find that our women are not so bad, but become our partners in well being, as they should.
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http://www.nytimes.com/1989/08/17/sports/polonia-arrested-in-sex-assault-inquiry.html
http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/2413599/School-bully-in-plot-to-stab-boxer-Nigel-Benns-son.html
Lawrence Taylor
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JOv093uZJNc
And this was before he (too) was convicted of statutory rape
My brother’s example of screwed up identity: he said to me, “he can have a harem of them (Mell Hall, if he plays well) with a laugh as if I was supposed to laugh along with him.
http://www.sfgate.com/sports/article/Hall-won-over-parents-of-victims-with-gifts-3294948.php
http://sports.espn.go.com/mlb/news/story?id=4267746
Parents shut their brains off and were star-struck
Mel Hall lived with a 14 year old girl and her parents in Connecticut. http://coolopolis.blogspot.com/2009/11/quiz-who-is-this-relatively-famous.html”>Mel Hall bought luxury cars for the teenaged girls parents and they gave him a license to molest their child.
Ever hear of prostitution of your young daughter? The girl, Chaz Fernandez, took Mel Hall to her High School prom and a picture of Mel and Chstity at the prom was in the Yankees Yearbook. Why aren’t her parents, Bob and Faith Fernandez in jail? My guess is they loved their cars more than their daughter!
Thank God you were on the jury. I watched as Mel Hall turned my niece’s world upside down, and I could do nothing to help her. If you’ve read all of my comments, you already know what her parents did to her. At the time this monster was molesting my niece…her mother shut off all contact with our family. She was so afraid someone would rain on her parade, and ruin her relationship with Mel Hall. My niece truly was a victim of a crime much worse than just the molestation. She was an innocent little girl who had never had a relationship with a boy her own age. How horrible it was for her to have this pedophile rape her repeatedly…with her lazy parents in the next room. I get so angry when I read the comments from friends of Mel Hal, saying malicious things about my niece. Even though I couldn’t intervene to help her, my heart always broke when I saw her out with Mel Hall. I recall one night…I was out with my friend and we were going “late night grocery shopping”. As we pulled up to the supermarket…we saw Chaz and Mel Hall in line waiting to pay for 2 carriages full of food. Chaz was 15 years old at the time and should have been in bed hours earlier. I cannot forget how sad she looked that night…and I despise her mother and father for making her “feed the family”. It’s a shame there was no trial for Faith and Bob Fernandez…it would have been true justice if they were punished for what they did to their daughter. For a few weeks after Mel Hall was sentenced…this was the talk of the town. It’s amazing how many people now come forward to say they knew my niece was being prostituted by her mother and father. To the parents who feel they escaped punishment…they surely haven’t. I read the transcript of my niece’s testimony and know in my heart…they’re being punished daily. They can say they didn’t know what was happening…but they have fooled no one, especially their poor daughter.