‘As far gone as it is, I think that it would be easier to save Britain than the United States’.
—Jared Taylor (1:23:40, cf. his video
in yesterday’s Counter-Currents article).
Taylor is right. For those who doubt it, see Michael O’Meara’s Counter-Currents articles (abridged in our site here).
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Regarding my June 7 promise not to drop names of racial right-wing figures, I neglected to say that I can mention them as long as I don’t criticise them.
Her Caesar, what can we do to save the youth here?
You said it in another thread: there has to be a collapse first to wake them up.
Art, videos, images, we need to inspire them , show them there is other way aside the current jewish trash the system has to offer. Creating music to compete with the nigger one, use AI to create free content, contrarrest the degenerate trend , showing white couples having children, aesthetics ala NS for boys to stop being soy cucks or behaving like nogs and show the style of the SS, making workout something desirable and eating meat, eggs, cheese, etc. One we have a mainly, ,martial and powerful healthy men and boys , girls will just follow. Maybe too showing art of the apocalypse alas Turner Diaries, men executing traitors and nogs, cleaning the world. We need to be doing this, we as a creative and vitalistic force expanding the message, the beginnijg of a new Era.
Dear Volkor,
I commend you for your emphasis on a drive to a regenerative life principle.
I agree that the problem – at least as I see it in the UK daily – is with weak men and a submissive and feminized society coupled to an adolescent’s consumerist anti-culture and an addiction to decadence and bourgeois individualistic mercantilism.
I always wish that meat, eggs, and dairy were not assumed a dietary necessity in this though, given the obscene degree of daily cruelty we have condomed in our society for the continuance of this addictive raise-to-kill practice. Animal husbandry itself has rendered us lazy for millennia, and their exploitation as tortured dietary (and clothing; slave-labour; all byproducts and commercial usages) units seems often more a matter of convenience and tradition than a strict dietary necessity, much as it is naturally taboo to suggest this, setting oneself up for a lot of aggro off put-out meat-eaters and their self-serving cognitive dissonance and denial.
I routinely lift weights, and take long endurance walks and steep topography jogs with my dog and find it manageable on a diet of fresh vegetables, rye bread, and water. I’ve never noticed a loss of strength since I became a strict Vegan. Putting distress and instability in citizens down to a mixture of the trauma model and long-term European miscegenation away from Nordic ideals, as well as Neochristian degeneracy and puritanical moral hatred, and the allure of vapid ideological fan clubs as cover stories, and of course the nihilistic feminine hopelessness of the slave morality, I see no direct necessity to continue to cull, just for example in one Western country alone, 27 million land animals per day, and then incessantly promote the devouring of their brutalized corpses and the continued theft of the biological secretions their bodies have evolved for the purposes of feeding their own young, themselves cut off from Nature by us, as we force-mate them then prohibit them from remaining with their young, and indeed kill at birth all youngsters whom we cannot put to some further dietary purpose.
It’s become a standard slogan-like rallying cry, and one which I find quite disappointing. True, the cooked flesh can be made healthy enough for us (though is often of dire quality), and one can surely rush to gain larger muscles more quickly, in the manner of steroids athletes, but perseverance, willpower, and more strenuous regular workouts render no real difference to the outcome (admittedly, I add a little Plant protein and Creatine to my post-workout Oat Milk).
As I recall, Mussolini recommended the stairs and not the elevator. As far as I was aware, Veganism was adopted reverently by the higher echelons of the SS, and Adolf Hitler had expansive plans for the post-war closing of slaughterhouses and, presumably, grand ideas for converting the European citizens to a better, psychologically healthier, more compassionate relationship with other animals.
The rest of what you said seemed more optimistic, but in general I just wish there was less of a united front stubbornness over this topic, as if it was a mere lifestyle choice, or an eccentricity or fad. I always associate knee-jerk human carnivore defence with the boorish dissident right, as opposed to anyone genuinely intelligent, active, productive, visionary, or revolutionary.
I wish they could attain the high-standards worldview of National Socialism. In general though, unlike Nietzsche’s error in Thus Spoke Zarathustra, I don’t think there’s any point in trying to rope in large numbers. Most people really are just slaves and dead wood. There’s nothing on can do with them. They’re too selfish, narcissistic, and semi-conscious in their insular pig-headedness to ever stand a biological chance of improving above subhumanism; it’s impossible, a limit has been reached.
I tend to just hope there are more decent people hidden away in the woodwork, unannounced and unpublicised, thinking deeply together about what to do next. It’s very hard, post childhood, to encourage anyone to change or develop, and often impossible if they have not had the seeds in them to do this independently all along. I hope very much that there are enough pre-existing people though.
I’m not going to tell you what to eat or what I think human diet should be. These are just some points I never see made.
I live in an agricultural area in North America. Vast distances of nothing but grains and beans. It is a hellscape. Almost no animals, every tree is cut down, poison is sprayed everywhere. The soil turns to dirt turns to dust and blows away. And for what? To make high protein bread (tbh), to make garbage human feed in general, to feed cattle, and to ship off to feed niggers. I hate feedlots (CAFOs) but I’d rather feed cattle than niggers.
This land should be smaller farms dotted throughout a giant grassland. What would live here? Tons of wildlife, cattle, perhaps huge herds of bison. We need to manage their numbers, unless you want to see millions of animals starve as the sun and moon and rains vary in their eternal cycles. Why would we not eat them? If you let too many other predators and scavengers take that duty, you just have them starving in turn. As an aside, you don’t have to cook flesh.
Foreigners might consider my home a small farm. It’s not to me, but I grow my own stuff. I have different animals, but I’ll just focus on one, chickens. For their own protection I lock in the ones that will go in at night and turn them out during the day. I attempt to keep them out of my gardens during the growing season. They mostly feed themselves. I shamelessly steal their eggs, and yet enough go broody in hidden spots that I end up with more chickens every year. They make very good mothers, but when the chicks get to a certain age, the mother simply leaves them. Far from forcing them to mate, if the number of roosters gets too high, they are a burden on the hens. Above some number, the excess males are killed or driven off to die alone and vulnerable. Also, there are always birds with bad genetic traits that need culled. It makes no sense not to eat these, though the meat will never be as much as the eggs.
I grow lots of storage crops. I’ve been trying to grow perennial fruits and nuts here for many years and haven’t made any headway. Fresh vegetables simply aren’t an option, outside of a few weeks a year, dependent on weather and whether my farmer neighbors spray something nasty that year. One bad day can mean no greens are edible. If I want to buy ‘fresh’, it generally means it was grown with shitskin labor hundreds or thousands of miles away or in a foreign country. It may be different in England. Wild plants simply don’t amount to much, though I can easily kill enough wild animals to survive on.
Let’s imagine both of us got food we grew ourselves or were raised locally. Many people have eaten somewhere between the two of us throughout time. What is better for the environment? What is better for animals? Which animals, wild or domesticated? Or the incredible amount of life that is in the soil of a field or in a pasture?
If we don’t prevail, it won’t matter. The jews, the chinks, the pajeets, the squatemalans, the bantus… no one else fucking cares.
Ultimately, what is best for our people? If we want both quantity and quality of families and offspring, I think we have to look to the types of small farms and villages that have always nurtured our race. Animals were always a part of that. Did it give them stronger bones? Bigger bodies? More discipline? Better famine and disease resistance? More time? A capacity to personally kill? I don’t know. I do know I can’t picture raising only grain and veggies to survive on. Even the skinny little jap Fukuoka had ducks in his rice fields, wild chickens in his orchard, and talked about farmers hunting rabbits.
If you look at the etymology, boorish vs. cultivated may be an apt comparison. I choose boorish, if I can’t choose wild. I think cultivation leaves us weak.
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Thanks for your lengthy reply. I learned a lot of new things, and I see your predicament. I had been under the impression, from 2017 data, that 99% of American animal farming was factory farming. I still come back to the exploitation issue My perspective isn’t one of an Anthropocene. I think we have a biological choice that they don’t, if not necessarily a current environmental one as you say, and Nature is indeed very cruel to observe. I go with an Exterminationist perspective personally. I think we are very much in their way, both across their eco-systems and also in terms of the evolutionary strategies, where our numbers have rendered no survival of the fittest adaption they can make quite enough. We’re not their custodians, or, if so, we haven’t made a very good job of it thus far, and it’s not for us to decide what they enjoy or how they feel about something. I do grow a lot of my own food, in a little organic-soil crop garden, including many perennials. I should have rephrased, as I preserve it, or dry the herbs. I can’t say I eat a great deal anyway. No matter how flippant we are about it, and we certainly are flippant, we’re killing other lifeforms in huge quantities, rather than nipping at the bud by managing our own planetary numbers, and our own populations, especially those racial enemies who do wait indifferently as we implode, very much intending our active demise at the times they are not distracted by shiny goods and salaries. I gather that sooner or later, as logistics fails, and collapse escalates in a panic, we will be treated to the grisly spectacle of millions of humans starving to death in the sun (and rain, as is common over here). What are we prevailing for, if owe as bad to our environment, and to ‘our’ animals as those we conquer? The value of quality far outweighs quantity, as a species constant. They present us with a pure, soulful love, and explicit trust, and we fundamentally exploit them; enslaved, those of no threat, and those who have done us no conscious harm. Anyway, I’ll keep this second response fairly short as I could be at it a while, and it’s all points I’ve addressed in a recent book. A final note, the force-mating and young removal was more a reference to the cattle and dairy industry, but looking at battery hens, it seems the situation is familiar. Just to reiterate, they’re not our chess pieces. Over two millennia (just to be fairly recent) of animal consumption hasn’t warded our self-destructive race away from annihilation. It is true that the mollycoddled domestication of creature comforts civilization leaves us weakened, but that boorishness (though I may have used the word incorrectly) was in relation to the dissident right’s widespread addiction to noveau anti-cultural degeneracy, at the expense of a genuine yearning for high culture. I’ll leave this here for the moment.