Alt-Right: What the Hell Is It?

I'll do a blog post or perhaps a video on this soon, but I got doxxed back in April. Basically, I was posting some fairly edgy stuff on my Facebook page and on Twitter, but no one really cared because I was just some rando. Then a former associate of my mind decided to comb through my social media accounts and compile a curated a selection of my most "racist" tweets, posts, and comments, and post them to the public Facebook page of her (formerly our) non-profit organization, which has tens of thousands of followers. Her rationale was that she felt it was her duty to let everybody know I was now a Big Racist and disavow me in case anyone saw my stuff and thought I was still affiliated with her group.

Of course, no one had seen my stuff, and everyone knew I wasn't affiliated with the group for well over a year. But now the whole damn world was seeing my stuff, and after I was a headline on HuffPo, the Independent UK, and more, I was once again being mentioned in the same breath as her group. All the sudden, though I had left the prolife movement for many months, I was an "anti-abortion leader" again, simply because it was harmful to the prolife movement for me to be associated with it.

At first, I didn't really take the doxing seriously. I had blocked this woman long before, but people were sending me screen shots of her post and the SJW comments on it. I wasn't too concerned, found the whole thing absurd, and decided to just lean into it. So I posted on Facebook that I found myself sympathizing with the alt-right more and more, that I considered myself a "race realist," and that I didn't hate anyone or wish harm on anyone but that I felt every nation had a right to its identity and the preservation of its culture. Something along those lines.

What was the one word bloggers and journalists picked out of that paragraph? You guessed it: "alt-right."

If I had to go back and do it all over, that's the one word I'd change. I probably still would have been excoriated, but I was naive to use it. I had been reading tons of stuff and watching loads of videos and I was seeing the alt-right as an intellectual movement, but the average person reading that word just saw torches at Charlottesville, a woman getting killed by an angry "Nazi" and his car, Richard Spencer getting sucker punched on Inauguration Day, etc. 

I've since come to believe the term "alt-right" has been pretty well corrupted by outfits like The Right Stuff, Daily Shoah, and Daily Stormer. Many of these people are unironic Hitler-lovers who sincerely advocate for genocide, and I don't think I'm alone when I say I don't want to share a label with them. I am a Christian first and everything else second. I don't know what the answer is to the current crisis, either at home or abroad, but if it involves mass murder I'd rather go instinct. If the survival of the white race depends on throwing women and babies into a gas chamber, then I guess I will just have to hope there are no no-go zones in Heaven. Where any political movement or ideology departs from Christianity, there I depart from it. 

It seems that after Charlottesville there was a major splintering, and while some still use the term alt-right, many are now relying on far right, dissident right, radical right, ethnonationalist, or just nationalist. I would love to see more cohesion, but maybe it's impossible. As an outsider looking in, it seems like the movement got so visible so quickly that perhaps mistakes were made in strategy, optics, and leadership. 

That's enough armchair quarterbacking. I guess I just wanted to write down somewhere that when I called myself alt-right, I didn't mean to align myself with the Stormer types. This crisis will not have a peaceful end. I doubt the problem is going to fix itself, that we will all suddenly decide to sing Kumbaya and peacefully segregate, that the migrant hordes of Europe will come to their limited senses and queue for boats back to their shitholes, that the 40 million Mexicans in the US will suddenly miss getting diarrhea from tap water and haul ass for the Rio Grande. If anything is going to change, it will be the result of some kind of physical conflict, I'm afraid. There is no way around it. But acknowledging the inevitability of war and calling for violent ethnic cleansing are very different. Deportation is one thing, genocide is quite another, and I am not -- nor will I ever be -- on board with the latter. 

Hello Again

A few days ago I needed a picture of myself for a gig and I didn't have one, so I googled myself, and what I saw sent me into a deep depression for a couple of days.

I had avoided searching my own name since the events of last April, and I was pretty shocked at what I saw.

After I got over the anger and sadness, I felt sort of liberated. My name is "ruined." I am a famous Internet Nazi, so I no longer have to hide, at least online. I have made this blog anonymous, but barely, and eventually I will probably name names and go into detail in this blog that will "out" me. It doesn't matter, does it? When you google me, there it is: "white nationalist." The only thing that would make it worse is footage of me goose-stepping into Poland.

Real life is a different story. We are moving out of state soon, and once I'm among new people who don't know me, I'll go by a different name. In a few years when my children are old enough to make friends, the last thing I need is some curious parent googling me and ruining my children's lives as well. They shouldn't suffer for my decisions.

The main thing I want to say about the events of April is this: I do not apologize. If you came here hoping for an apology, I hope you feel horribly disappointed.

Despite the headlines, I don't really consider myself a "white nationalist." And I told the journalist that. She ignored it because like most journalists she is a dishonest thug. But I think "white nationalist" is narrow. White people don't have some exclusive right to a homeland. All people deserve a homeland, and white people shouldn't be an exception.

As for the unsavory tweets everyone had hysterics about: get over yourself. It's called gallows humor. I know for a fact that behind the scenes of the prolife movement there are people making dead baby jokes and rape baby jokes. It doesn't make them monsters. When you think about something horrible day in and day out, you have to make jokes about it or you'll go insane.

I don't hate any race. I don't particularly care about race mixing. I don't want to murder your mixed race baby. I don't like Hitler. I am not a Nazi. (Pretty sure the only actual Nazis left are like 94 and live in Argentina.) I don't believe in slavery, Jew-gassing, genocide, or coercive eugenics. I have no swastika tattoos.

I am not an intellectual. If you're looking for a High Priestess of the Alt-Right, you've come to the wrong place. I am, as always, a seeker. I care about the truth. I mess up all the time. I've changed my mind about important things. With this exception: despite what you've been told, I have always moved right. Ever since I began this journey back in 2006, I have moved right consistently. What "right" meant was not always clear, however, hence the two years I spent as a confused libertarian.

I am just a person who believes that it's okay for Japan to be Japanese, and it's okay for India to be Indian, and it's okay for France to be French, and it's okay for America to be American. It's not only okay. It's good. It's proper. I believe "American" means something more than "my feet are now touching American soil." A nation is not just some dirt. It is a people. It comes from the Latin natio, meaning birth. A nation is a people, and for most of our history the people of this nation were mostly English and Dutch. (According to my DNA results, wouldn't you know it, I am 51% English or Irish or Scottish, and 20% Dutch.) Then in 1965 Congress decided on our behalf that we needed some other races in here, for complicated reasons I may go into in another post.

Here's a thing: before 1965, the largest movement of human beings occurred when India and Pakistan split into separate nations, and 14 million people crossed over national borders. Since 1965, 130 million people that we know of have emigrated to the United States. According to military historian Dr. Martin van Creveld that is the largest movement of peoples ever recorded. He also notes that massive migrations are, without exception, accompanied by war, either before or after the event, but usually both.

If it makes me a vile racist to have a problem with that, then I guess I am a vile racist? But what I think it actually makes me is a regular old person. I don't hate anyone on earth. But I love my people. And despite what weirdos like Jordan Peterson might tell you, there is not only nothing wrong with feeling racial affinity, it is wholesome and good. We love it when black people love being black. Nobody gets butt-hurt when a Mexican yells "Viva la raza!" But when white people say they like being white, feel good about their race, or even posit that maybe "it's ok to be white," it literally becomes a national headline.

The truth is, She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named handed journalists at HuffPo and elsewhere a double whammy on a silver platter when she doxxed me: they got to discredit the prolife movement and catch a real-live Nazi. And as we all know, Nazi-catching is now the primary business of journalists.

I have more to say. Much more. But I'll leave it at this for now: if you are sympathizing with any of what I'm saying, you have nothing to be ashamed of. Much to fear, unfortunately, but nothing to be ashamed of. Caring about your nation and your people is not hatred. It is wholesome and good and natural. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, because they're lying.