Instead of responding to Jamie in the discussion thread of my post yesterday, I’ll do it in this entry:
I think you and Reasonable Grug have hit the nail on the head about why this site has few visitors who comment on these threads, and why I’m often left talking to myself. Grug’s statement, that it’s too painful for them to question dogma, made me think…
In my case, I had to study the pseudo-scientific nature of psychiatry and the evil of Christianity, because otherwise I would have lost my mind (see my autobiography, which I’m currently translating into English, of which I only translated a few pages for this site on Sunday).
Saint Augustine of Hippo wrote Confessions, the first Western autobiography ever written, around 400. See what I say about this theologian I hate so much in an essay I wrote this year.
Of my family, Octavio, Leonora and Corina, all younger than me, have already died because they lacked the intellectual resources to assimilate our family tragedy (which also destroyed my life in a sense: it prevented me from pursuing a career, so my financial situation now hangs in the balance). Had I not questioned the nuclear family (the extended family was infinitely better, as our grandmas served as what Alice Miller calls “helping witnesses”); the fraudulent profession called psychiatry, and the religion of spiritual terror (“to eternal fire…” —New Testament’s Jesus) that decimated my youthful soul, I would already be dead like my first cousins and sister mentioned above.
Normies and neo-normies have no need to question these things, since they were not unmercifully attacked on the same level as we were. That’s what separates me from the American racial right. But I love that at least one of them, Hunter Wallace, has coined the perfect term to define not only himself, but all of today’s white nationalists: neonormies.
