For the first time in the sixteen-year history of this blog, I dare to show my adult portrait. The reason is that Benjamin is doing me the great favour of adding English subtitles to some videos I recorded in Spain, in 2009.
It’s appropriate to add subtitles to this series of thirty videos because they summarize the tragedy of my teenage life: a taboo subject in a society that, even though secularized, still adheres to the Judeo-Christian commandment to honour one’s parent; to the point of absolutely forbidding, through the so-called mental health professions, to even imagine the possibility that parental abuse could cause a mental disorder in a child.
In the description below the YouTube video I uploaded yesterday, I’ve included links to my trilogy in Spanish and to the first chapter of Hojas Susurrantes, which is already available in English in print. The second chapter will soon be available in print in English, although some pages from it were published on Thursday in The Occidental Observer (TOO): my criticism of Sigmund Freud.
Once the upload of all thirty videos with English subtitles is complete, it will be clear that my exposé of Freud in TOO wasn’t capricious (remember that Kevin MacDonald also has a very critical chapter on Freud in his most influential book, The Culture of Critique). As I explain in the video linked above, a follower of Freud, the psychoanalyst Giuseppe Amara, contributed to destroying my teenage life. (In the TOO article, Amara’s name is linked to a Wikipedia article because this analyst was a notable figure in the country where I was born.)
César Tort at 50 years old in Gran Canaria, Spain.
As far as my appearance is concerned, I have never said that I am Aryan; although, since I live in Mexico, to Mexicans (most of whom are dark-skinned) I am a sort of castizo. But you don’t need to be a pure Aryan to be a priest of the 14 words.
Since The West’s Darkest Hour also promotes the 4 words, “eliminate all unnecessary suffering,” I hope visitors to this site will appreciate Benjamin’s hard work (he was also abused by his father and psychiatrists as a teenager) as we upload the subtitled video series I originally recorded in Spain without subtitles: just me speaking in Spanish.
Incidentally, when I filmed that series, I hadn’t yet discovered the forums of white nationalism: which I would discover that same year, also in Gran Canaria!
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Staying in Spain wasn’t a good idea. The government criminalises freedom of expression there too (although they aren’t as aggressive as in the UK or Germany).
If you are a truly edgy podcaster or blogger, you have to live in the developing world to be able to say whatever you want—or in the US, which has the First Amendment, although there, Antifa might doxx you. (Remember that one of these guys went to Nick Fuentes’ house, who like me also has Mexican blood, to kill him although the police took care of the potential assassin!)
Yes: I am pretty safe in Mexico…
Someone has commented on your YouTube video. I suspect it’s Morales. The gushing, hyperbolic tone seems like it might be his work. Various little visual clues also, in the name, and the picture.
I don’t have a Google account, and, for privacy reasons, never sign into YouTube when watching vids, so sadly I can’t reply to him.
All I wanted to say to the person, giving the character the benefit of the doubt, is: very good, very optimistic of you, but how on earth would you know? Did you live too behind closed doors with him 24/7? That’s a hell of a lot of knee-jerk assumptions there. What if their public presentation didn’t match their private behaviour? I’m sure they’re your idols, somehow (and its easier than seeing the arsehole in the mirror), but really, what do you actually know of them in a domestic sense beyond ignorant extrapolations based on assumption; what you’d like them to be in your idealising mind? What if they had lied to you?
When he wrote “regardless of what you say” he gave himself away as an idiot. Is that really the open-minded approach to this, or the sensible one?
It always strikes me, every time he uses the term ‘mudblood’ as an insult against you, does he realise what he is, what thorough shit? It’s like he’s forgotten that in all this impotent rage. Odd, certainly, and very slightly comical; female too. I imagine what I would call ‘regular hissy-fits’. The one man chimp-out of the insecure non-white.
Anyway, just giving you a heads up. Thanks for giving me the opportunity to work on these vids.
Oops! Since I deleted Morales’ comment without reading it, I don’t understand your response to him, Ben!
To satisfy the curiosity of visitors, the stalker who has obsessively followed me on racialist forums for years (today, for example, he posted a comment on TOO calling me “mudblood”) has a YouTube channel where he posts his own picture.
I never read his comments, much less respond to his insults (“don’t feed the troll,” etc.).
Oh, that’s ok; understandable. I suppose it’s easier for me, not really being his mark (I noticed his mimicry of me recently was still much more to get at you).
He just gave a huge, rambling, highly laudatory passage full of concerned exclamation marks about how great and respected your parents were in Mexico, and how brilliant, real pillars of the community, etc. etc. and he couldn’t believe you’d say such things about them, and how hurt they’d be if they found out. It was, basically, too good to be true, and I knew then almost immediately that it was him.
His adopted tone was a bit like the MAGA guys who still defend Trump, only more so.
Trolls, to my mind, are meant to be witty somehow (if subversive), but there’s no humour to him – if it is, it’s non-white ‘humour’, like listening to an Indian try and crack a joke. A very bizarre, very desperate stalker.
Both of my parents have passed away. In fact, the videos that now appear on my channel were invisible until recently, when I re-uploaded them, although they were originally recorded 16 years ago.
Morales’ channel, man. What the hell is that thing LOL?
I have a Google account, by the way. Perhaps I’ll pay him a visit. Too bad I’m not well versed in the art of trolling. It would be beautiful to make that idiot throw a tantrum.