From Russia With A Shove

I fell on my ass on the ice today. As I was trying to get back up on my feet, this old man shoved me from behind and told me to watch where I was going.
 
Now look, I love Russians. But some of them past a certain age are really crotchety.
 
You go into a bus and you eat an elbow to the ribs from some granny shoving and jostling to get a seat.
 
You go into a store, and some unhappy spinster gives you the worst customer service you’ve ever had in your life.
 
These are some of the realities of life in Russia. But you know what? After awhile, you don’t mind it so much. I’m grinning as I write this. Its really not so bad. You get used to the arguing and the jostling and the extra mile you need to go to get basic shit done.
 
Life starts to lose its meaning when it gets too easy. The occasional power outage makes you get off your ass and shamble out to the box with the power meter. You throw on some slippers, tie the bathrobe around you and watch your breath come out in soft white puffs as you fumble around with the switch before restoring power and shuffling back in. This time, you don’t run the microwave and the electronic water heater at the same time.
 
You do each thing individually. Annoying isn’t it? Inefficient? You lose X seconds every day waiting- which experts tell us adds up to Y hours every year…Of your life…just wasted!
 
But I don’t mind it anymore. Life isn’t about efficiency, or convenience, only an Autist or a modern westerner thinks like that.
 
When I go down into the metro, I see uniform-clad grannies in booths monitoring the escalators. They sit there, bored. The others shamble around the platform, doing whatever it is that they do.
 
What an inefficiency! Get Jeffrey Sachs on the scene to sort this problem out!
 
But I don’t mind it, in fact it makes me smile. I find more and more satisfaction in life with every inefficiency I stumble upon. See, these grannies would be tucked away into retirement homes or on pensions if they weren’t there. This way, the government has the most effective defense system on the planet at work for them- gossipy grannies. Nothing unusual will slip by them.
 
And of course, there would be some that would decry government waste and try to shove these grannies into some retirement home, where they would rot away- out of sight and out of mind.
 
Instead, they shuffle along on the streets here in Russia. They take up all the seats on the train and the buses. They cut you off in line and they always give you bad service.
 
But what should they be doing?
 
Some of them are confused and bewildered. I wandered into a hidden courtyard one day- there are many in St. Petersburg. It used to be the park in front of a palace. There was a granny there. I asked her about the place and we started chatting. The city had changed a lot according to her. Shops everywhere, lights and a new lifestyle.
 
People were changing, she told me. She had a grandson that she tried to teach from time to time. “But he only cares about videogames.” She sighed exasperatedly. I cringed internally. Kids can be such little shits. Apparently she tried to take him to all the famous sites and instill in him a love for his culture and his people. The kid didn’t want any of it. He preferred what I deduced to be Minecraft.
 
The only advice I could offer her was to try and get him to play Real Time Strategy games so that he would take an interest in history. I know Age of Empires certainly helped me with that once upon a time.
 
Old people are in many ways the perfect distillation of a city of a certain time period. Unchanged in their ways past ~40, they can be bearers of tradition for the next 40 years of their lives. In many ways, these old-timers are what makes Russia so special. They are Soviet relics, and most of their views are refreshing conservative. They are very well-educated for the most part and a reservoir of forgotten knowledge. Some are also profoundly demoralized, and have been for about 30 years. Talking to them can be frustrating because of the old Soviet mentality they have. You will agree with them on 90% of everything, but still not quite see eye-to-eye.
 
The generation that grew up in the 90’s is a bit of a lost generation, even though they have come to embody much of what the new Russian identity has become. They grew up on Rock, tough times and a desire to escape West. These guys fit into two camps- those that still yearn to get out, and those that have doubled-down and developed a fierce pride for Russia- despite all its shortcomings. They are crazy partiers, and amazing personalities. They are immortalized in films like War (Balabanov’s movie about Chechia) and the Brother films (also Balabanov.) A fascinating bunch. Their women are the complete dolled-up smokeshows we’ve come to associate with Russian women. Hard and sexy, cold as ice, but passionate. Working women who spend 2 hours every day in front of the mirror becoming hot.
 
Many of the youth are becoming infected with the incessant HollyJew programming and the liberal teachings of their professors. They are super fashionable. Hipster fashion dominates of course. The tough leather jackets are gone with this generation. They want to be seen as soft, cultured and European. I spend most of my time with these types, unfortunatley. They are the “know-nothings” and “see-nothings.” They only care about some art or some hobby. Thats the “it” thing. These are the “beautiful ones” that take artsy photos with filters and perfectly done hair, looking at the the camera with sultry lips and a pouting expression- and I’m talking about the boys here. The girls don’t take as much pride in their appearance, preferring the more bohemian look that is spreading like cancer throughout the entirety of the White world.
 
I came to Russia expecting the 90’s generation, but I found myself in a comfortable bo-bo world of artsy cafes. Encounters in the street from other generations serve as a nice elbow in the side that there are other layers to Russia, different faces from the fashionable ones I see in St. Petersburg and Moscow.
 
All in all, my generation fills me with unease. I love them of course, because I see so much of myself in them. But I wonder if they will survive the hard times that have always tempered Russia. Life has been relatively good in Russia for about a decade now. What happens when things get tough again? I fear that the new generation has forgotten how to shove and jostle their way into a seat on the metro.
 

RED DAWN 35: Baptism of FASH Feat. Mr. Bond’s “Changes”

NPI conference sum-up with Ritter, Singh and Vince. Singh reprises some of the interviews he did with the MSM. The goys break down Richard Spencer’s now-viral “Hail Victory.” Singh also talks about meeting KMac, Jared Taylor, and Australian professor Drew Fraser, author of The WASP Question.

This episode features Mr. Bond’s latest song “Changes,” a parody of Tupac’s song of the same name, with D’Marcus Liebowitz (46:00).

 

The Alt-Right’s Newest Leader: AI’s Very Own Singh!

As many of you may know, Richard Spencer- the Fuhrer of the Alt-Right-is guarded day and night by a Sikh Schutzstaffel (SSS) division of bodyguards.

AI’s very own Singh was recently pulled from the ranks and promoted to full Field Marshal status and put on the front lines at the check-in counter of the last NPI conference.

Singh was also tasked with counter-intelligence and advanced counter psy-ops. He interviewed with VICE and made their brains melt from the cognitive dissonance that he caused.

AI has always been a strong supporter of Affirmative Action, and we were pleased to see our active efforts to create a multicultural team finally paid off.

Congratulations to Singh! He (and by extension AI) is the new poster child of hatred and intolerance in the United States. *sniffle* we’re so proud!

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Godspeed to Singh in his new role as spokesperson and second in command leader of the Alt-Right!

 

Hailing Premature Victory at NPI

NPI was a great success by all accounts. Great attendence, a joyous atmosphere, and a lot of kvetching ensued.

But the success was marred by controversy around Spencer hailing victory at the end of his speech and getting roman salutes from several of the obese or mischling or pony-tail sporting or yellow women in attendance.

That is unfortunate, and will probably be a problem going forward. Although there are many straight up admirers of NSDAP Germany in the Alt-Right as well as neo-nazis- and no one can deny that they have been part of the core of the movement since its inception, it’s an extrapolation to say that the rest of the Alt-Right is neo-nazi.

I for one am not a Hitlerite. How could I be? I would have to be a cuck against my own people- the east Slavs. Do I admire Hitler’s rise to power? Am I an anti-semite? Do I care about White Genocide? Well, yes…that’s why I went to NPI for the first time in 2015. I wanted to get involved and meet people that cared about the fate of European Civ.

I never thought I was going to a neo-nazi conference. I always thought that the aesthetic was European-inspired, and Identitarian instead. NPI was like a safe space stepping stone where I felt that I would find a professional and safe SWPL environment that was goon-free and which somehow had a veneer of respectability cloaked around it.

I was pleasantly surprised to see that the attendees were immaculately dressed, tall, good-looking and incredibly sharp. The notable lack of obesity was startling for me. Ever since I had gotten back from Russia, I felt like Wall-e in a pre-apocalyptic scenario. But at NPI, I felt like I was part of a gathering of White Officers or something similar.

At first, I had a rocky start. I had to walk past Antifa. And once inside, the first person I ran into in the lobby waiting for the elevators was none other than Matt Forney…. who was very twitchy and lets just say less than inspiring.

But then Lana and the Red Ice crew rolled in- and they looked fantastic. She smiled at me and made a comment about how there were so many good-looking men here this year while we were in the elevator. Hnng.

Then it was conference time, and everything went smoothly. I had a good time and it gave me great hope and inspiration going forward.

I learned quickly that  most of the Nazi stuff (mostly) wasn’t anti-Slav in nature, but rather the result of a complete rejection of just about everything anglo-american liberal bo-bo society stands for. It’s a visceral “fuck you” to everything that any red-pilled person hates. I get it.

But, past me of even a year ago wouldn’t have gotten it. It would have repulsed me, and many like me that were on the cusp of getting involved, but feeling hesitant about committing.

The Nazi element and the fascination with Fascism and right-wing esotericism in the Alt-Right won’t go away, but until now there seemed to be plausible deniability. But this seems to have forced the issue. Spencer’s early success was probably due to drawing in edgy intelligent goys that didn’t want to be associated with Hitlerism. It seemed to be a strategy that was working, I don’t understand why he would break from it now. Publicity? Well, now he got it. We will see if it pays off in the end.

In my humble opinion, Spencer doesn’t seem to even try to understand corn-fed america. They’re not into Heidegger and don’t trust people with elaborate haircuts. Instead, as I’ve written before,  it seems that Spencer is appealing to a very niche group of people with his organization’s and his own style. He’s appealing to well-to-do young men that are disaffected with modern society and chomping at the bit to set the world on fire, or just change their position in the reigning status quo. Almost all critiscism of Spencer from the Right prior to NPI 2016 came from the perspective of him not being “hardcore” enough. And I argued that he was appealing to a very specific niche, and therefore should be commended for his marketing approach. If other groups wanted to appeal to the prole elements, or something similar, they could go ahead and do that. But let Spencer do his thing.

I mean, it worked on people like me, where other methods almost certainly would have failed.

But now, I am not so sure that Spencer will be able to salvage NPI’s comfortable, non-scary bourgeois-boheme veneer. Bobo’s like me are very skittish. We have a lot to lose. We fancy ourselves to be James Bond-type moles, hiding our power-depth level in kiddie pool platitudes, while masking the shitlord within. And in cities like Washington, DC where 94% of the people voted for Hillary…there really isn’t much other option.

All of my normie social circle has heard about the NPI event and seen the videos. They’re shocked and appalled. I was going to coax a few up and coming secret shitlords into coming to the next conference, but now I am not so sure I will be able to. I know the old me wouldn’t have gone. The stakes would be too high. The shame of being found out to be associating with “neo-nazis” too strong.

In all fairness, Spencer raising his glass and proclaming “hail victory” could have been just a good ending to an inspiring speech. It was the crowd that elevated this into a scandal with their Roman salutes. Apparently some of the TRS people are proud of leading the charge.

Real life isn’t shit-posting online. When the cameras of the Lugenpresse are rolling, there are consequences. I wish more people understood that, and didn’t make it into a pissing contest about proving their Alt-Right credentials to a bunch of anonymous anons. Now there’s infighting between stepping-stone reformed lolbertarians and the more hardcore elements as the former try to distance themselves from the former. Yeah, they were just Alt-Lite really, and I have little sympathy for libertardians… but I can’t help but feel that the Alt-Right may have just managed to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory on this one.

RED DAWN 34: TRUMPENSIEG!

RED DAWN 34: TRUMPENSIEG!

YES! WE WIN! After a grueling, 18-month campaign, in the face of bitter opposition at every turn, the God-Emperor has smashed his way into power. And the alt-right has been with him the whole way. Did we make the difference?

Reports are pouring in from around the globe: Washington, Boston, Stockholm, St. Petersburg, and Lancaster County PA. The goyim are jubilant! Greg reprises his daylong sojourn among the Amish, and Vince has some ideas about what to do next.

HAIL VICTORY!

Intro: Greg sings Adeste Fideles. If anyone who can actually sing and audio-edit wants to redo this, feel free to appropriate it. Here’re the lyrics:

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RED DAWN 33: Where the Pool-Party at?

RED DAWN 33: Where the Pool-Party at?

Alex Jones was right… ABOUT EVERYTHING! Our elites really are part of a pederastic Satan-cult. Damn them all to hell. The Whore of Babylon has nothing on K Street and Pennsylvania Avenue.

As the FBI and the press abandon their posts, the cyber-footsoldiers of h8chan /pol/ continue the mission. The stakes are nothing less than the survival of civilization. Can we defeat this monstrous Evil?

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Graphic showing Austyn Crites’ house. Source: /pol/
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FBI document detailing pedophilic symbology

RED DAWN 32: Keepin It Klassy

Again in two parts, Volksgenossen:

RED DAWN 32: Keepin It Klassy (part 1)

RED DAWN 32: Keepin It Klassy (part 2)

The alt-right talks a lot about race and sex, tribe and creed. But what about class? Aristocrats and proles exist in every nation. How can the alt-right help whites overcome their social divisions?

What’s more, we don’t have much time to save our civilization. What can we do, given that most people are too brainwashed to understand The Race Question? Could we use class as a proxy?

Tribalism Won’t Save Europe

There are small peoples in this world and then there are Great peoples.

One of the most archetypical categories of small peoples are mountain peoples. These guys are historically the losers of some war that fled to the mountains for safety. While in the mountains, they developed a raiding culture and a fierce in-group loyalty as well as honor based societies.

They sure are romantic to think about, these rebels in the scenic mountains- scraping a life out through banditry and goat-herding.

Unfortunately for them, these people are all historical losers. They lost access to the fertile plains because they weren’t strong enough, and so they were pushed onto the badlands. Occasionally, these peoples grow in strength enough to mount a resistance to the plains peoples and they emerge out of their hideaways to war on their historic enemies.

More often than not, they lose these wars, and are reduced to retreating to the mountains again to wage their guerrilla wars for all eternity.

Who are history’s losers?

I can think of many such peoples in the world. The entirety of the Caucasus peoples, the Carpathian peoples, the Scottish Highlanders, the Basque rebels, the Pashtun tribes…I could go on.

They are the archetypical example of small peoples that never amount to anything in history (doesn’t just have to be mountain folk). They preserve their cultures well, but they never make empires, and grand cities with monuments to their heroes. The only greatness they can acheive in world history is when they hitch themselves to a larger empire that allows them to share in its greater glory. The British Ghurka’s are a great example.

Fierce fighters, completely fearless and incredibly loyal- these people were a prized British asset that the British used effectively.

I could go on and on with examples- here’s one more. Russia used to use Chechens and other Caucasus people’s as auxillary shock troops. They called them the Savage Division. In fact, they still use them- the conflict in Ukraine saw their snap deployment to the Donbass.

The only problem with these auxillaries is what happens when they start to doubt the Imperial authority. Thats when the rebellions and the disloyalty starts. But as long as a Great peoples stays Great, they can use their imperial subjects to further the project of their state. But when things turn sour, these peoples are terrible thorns in the side of the Imperial State.

Geopolitics will always remain a game of Great peoples- and the small peoples of the world have to accept that. There will never be a Galician empire, a Basque empire, or an Albanian empire. This is the result of both size and mentality.

Now, all Great peoples started out as tribal peoples, but they almost all eventually moved past that stage of development and became civilizations instead. One can be a Georgian prince serving in the Russian Imperial Army against Napoleon at Borodino- and become both a Russian and Georgian hero because of it.

Within a tribal context however, two tribes can ally together, but neither can consider themselves part of the other until a higher concept of civilization emerges.

Now, I’m skipping some steps here, but in general a consolidation of tribes leads to some form of a kingdom, then a consolidation of smaller kingdoms become a national state which can transition into empire. The bigger the State gets, the more power it gets on the world stage- and that is how greatness is measured.

Only a relative handful of peoples have pulled this off in history, and by doing so have become great. English is the language of half the world for a reason- and a testament to the greatness of the British people (who I admit, I’m not fond of).

Lets tie World War 1 in here

Now, the Germans never had an empire, and so they never had these auxillaries to use. World War 1 was a war about empire- Germany wanted one, while France and Britain weren’t too fond of the idea. Having an empire gives the host country access to vast natural and human resources. This helped the French and British in the trenches, and in other theaters of war abroad…

Now, how many empires are left in the world? There are only two. Russia and the United States. Russia is a rump empire that lost the Cold War while the United States is the reigning hegemon. Using its massive wealth, military apparatus, and clout, the United States can fund auxillaries in the service of empire all around the world.

It helps that they stripped their European competitors of their colonies at the end of the wars. Wilsonian self-determination and later anti-Colonial doctrines were RealPolitik that ensured the supremacy of the United States- even if a few gullible fools on both the Right and the Left thought this was about principle.

So Pax Americana remains top dog, enjoying unprecedented access to raw materials, markets for its goods (when they still made them) and capital flows from all the tributaries to the swamp-basin of Washington, DC.

Instability in the world? Risk in the market? Where does the money flood for safe storage? The US dollar of course.

Britain has the City and some high-tech toys I guess, France has barely anything and the German army- while reformed and retrained- remains an American asset in Europe. No other European country boasts any force to speak of (except maybe the Poles) and if Russia wanted to, they could roll tanks into Paris within 48 hours…and then get nuked.

This is the de facto state of the world. Empire was the prize of American victory in World War II.

While I hope for a curbing of American power abroad, it is not because of any anti-Imperial or fundamentalist Nationalistic ideology that I harbor. I just believe the United States has been pursuing a policy of deliberate destabilization around the world and has been a destroyer of Traditional societies all around the world.

Gregory Hood over at Radix has noted before (and i’m paraphrasing here): “America is the mailed fist that enforces the cultural marxist paradigm abroad.”

And so, any sort of “rebellion” or paradigm change in Europe will have to be anti-American in its nature.

Does this fly in the face of “White Solidarity” or something similar?

Yes, sort of. In an ideal world, White Identity would extend past the Hajnal line, the Butter line, and the English Channel.

But it won’t anytime soon.

Continental Europe’s only real hope of becoming independent and Great Again lies in a European Union of one form or another- anything short of that will not be able to stand up to American (or Russkie for you russophobes out there) influence.

And no localized rebellion will be enough to shake off the shackles.

Tribalism will not save Europe.

The retreat into tribalism  that I see many in the Alt-Right  espousing vis a vis Europe is a defensive reaction and one that I believe is part of a backwards mentality. We’re starting to think in terms of tribes again, and not in terms of sound geo-political strategy.

A bunch of small bickering European countries will not be able to stand up to the American juggernaut.

Why?

Simple- the minute France gets fiesty and anti-American, the americans nudge the Germans into cancelling a trade deal, or raising tariffs on French imports.

You can leverage the bickering of the Natives to maintain a weak and scrambled Europe. 

For example, Bavaria wanting to secede from Germany because of the refugee crisis is a policy of self-defense, but also one of weakness.

What will Bavaria be on its own? What if Germany does not trade with them?

The desire to abandon the European project because of its current subverted state will backfire by weakening Europe. (I can see the Anglos rubbing their hands in glee). And I can’t help but see a plan in all this. There is more than enough justified speculation out there about how the refugee flow was engineered by the Americans to flow into Germany.

The Pozzed mentality of the Germans surely helped…but is that really all there is to it?  I don’t think so.

The Alt-Right is right to be worried about the massive third world invasion, but it shouldn’t fear it to the extent that it does. Fear clouds the judgement and makes calls for drastic measures seem reasonable, even if they play right into the hands of the enemy.

If the State had the political will, this crisis could be solved.

If the State had the political will, the migrants could be deported.

If the State had the political will, rule of law would be re-established.

There is no need to pray for a collapse or great Happening. There is no need to slip into monastary/Dark Ages survivalist mode. The Right simply needsto start seriously thinking of how to seize the apparatus of State- something that it has always struggled to do.

Back in America, we’re organizing, we’re getting stronger, there is plenty to be hopeful about…

We’re the Great peoples of this world, we need to stop over-reacting and confusing the micro with the macro.

On a micro-level, its important to find like-minded patriots and work together to foster comraderie, support networks and the like.

But on a macro level? We don’t want to tribalize more than we have to. On the macro level, empire and geo-politics dominate.

Those that don’t understand that, can’t hope to understand the situation that Europe finds itself in.

Those that don’t understand basic geo-politics are condemned to be useful idiots of one Imperial project or another.

Just because you are a nationalist that is convinced in the truth of your ideology, doesnt mean that your ideology can’t be used by your enemies.

Let that sink in.

Put simply, the Red Pill doesn’t end with anti-Feminism, Niggerdeath and the JQ. Keep digging.

 

But hey, if you like talk of secession and a Brave New Post-First World you might like my book.

RED DAWN 31: Scandinavian Symposium

It’s a two-parter this week, goyim.

RED DAWN 31: Scandinavian Symposium and

RED DAWN 31: Scandinavian Symposium Part 2

Sven and Suomi go to an identitarian conference in Stockholm. In attendance: The cream of Northern Europe’s resistance.

Also: The Podesta emails, Washington corruption, and Hollywood hazing by gay-sex. Do libtard deep-staters know more than they let on?

Identitarian conference in Stockholm

  1. A Counter Currents write-up of the “Identitarian Ideas” Conference discussed in the podcast.
  2. Daniel Friberg’s (Swedish Identitarian, conference organizer) site is https://www.righton.net/, he is also responsible for Arktos, which publishes European New Right authors in English.
  3. Ingrid Carlqvist of the (((Gatestone institute))) has a lot of good articles on The Islamic Problem in Sweden. Unfortunately you have to read through the haze of semitophilic bull, still there’s still some good stuff.

39:00: Greg mentions Alt-Right Andy‘s youtube channel, a great source of fashy fun, esp. William Luther Pierce’s broadcasts.

40:07 Sven mentions Age of Treason podcasts and the English neo-Spenglerian Francis Parker Yockey, author of Imperium: The Philosophy of History and Politics. (Info is sparse on Yockey, but The Occidental Observer has a synopsis of his thought.)

57:39 and 59:04: Scene from Kubrick’s Spartacus (1960) where Crassus (Laurence Oliver) comes on to his slave, Antoninus (Tony Curtis). It’s super gay.

Part 2: Sven and Suomi continue the discussion on Scandinavia’s ongoing transformation. Finland, Laplanders and narrative-imposition.

As always, further speculation on altright intrigue and infighting follows with Greg and Vince. Who is weev? Track disintegrates into shitposting about pedowood (Pedophilic Hollywood) and globohomos.

Outro music is “Pehrssons Kompani” by our favorite Swedish band, Fyrdung.

Embracing the Inner Slav

In the interest of improving my Russian, I spent the last few weeks “embracing the inner Slav.” I have always taken the “method acting” approach to learning languages. I don’t just study grammar and vocabulary. I read history, listen to music, and generally immerse myself in the culture of the language I am learning.

This time I was a little too successful. After a couple days I stopped studying Russian, but continued to act like a Russian. After three weeks, I had written nothing, barely gone to work, screwed up my sleep-schedule and experimented with new means of intoxication.

At my low-point, I found myself sprawled across my bed, in the middle of the day, enjoying a casual beer. I felt pretty Russian. But then it occurred to me–I can never be a Slav. A Slav would enjoy this. If he felt like lying around in the middle of the day (as he so often does), he would do it, and he would feel good about it. I, on the other hand, was not enjoying my sloth. I felt like shit. While my outward behavior was Slavic, something was wrong.

This all got me thinking on the Slavic Question. What is the essence of Slavicness? Why do they try to drink or incinerate everything they see? What’s with the tracksuits? No other group of whites acts like them. What is going on?

The Spirit of Inclination

Spengler attributed the characteristics of peoples to differences in their national spirit. A people’s innate sense of time, space and direction would determine the sort of culture they would go on to create. The ancient Greeks, for instance, fixated on static form. Modern Westerners (Faustians), on the other hand, are obsessed with motion. So while Faustian sculptors try to imitate classical style, they never capture the aesthetic faithfully, because the products of their creativity belie their strong sense of driving movement. Cultural differences in directional sense also explain the typical Chinese’s ineptitude at driving.

What defines the Slavic soul? How does the Slav differ from the striving, willful Faustian? The Slav acts only in accordance with his whim. He has not will, but inclination. Take Tolstoy. How could a will-less man write thousand-page literary masterpieces around characters who are so well developed that they strike many readers as more familiar than their own relatives and friends? Because Tolstoy felt like it. An inclination for writing is certainly rarer than an inclination for food, alcohol, sex and petty entertainments (abysses into which the Slav has poured most of his energies), but when a Slav is inclined toward writing, you get War and Peace.

In the same vein, a Faustian, having will, cannot write a novel of such proportions. For the Westerner, action is the result of Will, which is only moral if it runs opposite to his inclinations. Following his whim would violate Kant’s Categorical Imperative–that man only acts morally when he acts contrary to his desire. Thus the Western soul contains a paradox: Faustian Will cannot triumph over its moral qualms, because acting counter to his inclinations is, for the Faustian, the most absolutely moral deed.

So even if a Westerner were inclined toward writing, he could never produce War and Peace. After writing a few hundred pages, he would be hampered by a creeping feeling of unproductiveness. The sub-mental process would run roughly: “I am acting according to a whim, this is immoral.” Thus his Will would subvert his whim, and he would direct his efforts to new endeavors.

All great Faustian men have been “renaissance” men. Goethe, the outstanding figure of German literature, was also a botanist, a geologist and a sometime sinologist. Mozart played pool and enjoyed dancing. Hitler was a painter.  No Faustian has ever given himself totally to one endeavor. Such devotion would be impossible.

It is thus the Westerner who is lazier, in terms of measurable outcome, than the Slav. For Russian Culture to succeed in any endeavor, the Slavic race must only produce one man who is inclined toward its undertaking.

The Slav Abroad

A few months ago a random encounter got me thinking about The Slav.  I was in Rome, sitting at an outdoor cafe table. I noticed the fellow next to me was having a phone convo on his phone. Bored, I struck up a conversation, knowing it would lead to hours upon hours of drinks and proclamations of eternal brotherhood.

His idea of vacation was utterly alien to that of a Westerner. He did not care for sites, for museums, for anything. His only desire was to saunter to a new cafe every few hours and have some different scenery to compliment his drinking. Sure, Italy was beautiful. The food was great, and the Culture!

He was innocently perplexed that the Italians had such a wonderful country, but drove faggy fiats and vespas. “Why? If I had money, I would buy a awesome car with lots of power! These Italian men are such gays with their little motorcycles.” I patiently explained that when Italians went to Russia, they wondered why the food is so bad. It’s not like the Russians are poor, but their idea of spaghetti is ketchup on EZ-mac. He feigned gastronomic sense and summoned a polite “I guess.”

The Slav shares the typical American tourist’s thorough-goingly superficial appreciation of Culture. The only difference is, while the Westerner goes to Rome to see the Coliseum, to visit the Forum, to throw a coin in Trevi Fountain, the Slav regards the cultural artifacts as mere background noise.  He wants only to drink in the midst of these wonders.

The Slavic Ubermensch

The late Spengler believed man was on the cusp of entering a new, post-historical phase of his existence. Spengler thought that Western civilization, due to it’s ever expansive, Faustian nature, could break the life-and-death cycle of human cultures. The revolution would be akin to what man experienced when he emerged from prehistoric savagery into cultural life.

He was wrong. Faustian man was destined to fail. He already has. Nineteen forty-five marked our final, best attempt to follow our inclination–our drive–toward ever greater acts of expansion. We tried to create a 1,000-year galactic super-state, but our striving was subverted by the need to defy inclination. Fucking Kant. Conquering the stars would have been too easy. Suicide-by-demographics would be hard.

Therefore, the Hitlerian Triumph of the Will is impossible, because the Faustian can only be a reluctant hero. The Aryan born-hero would have to become something else–a Canadian comedian, perhaps. On the other hand, Slavonic apathy will result in millions of drunks, one of whom will turn out to be the true Ubermensch. It’s only a matter of time.

In my three weeks of going full Slavic-nigger, I have learned a lot about myself. I am not inclined to read or write, to learn languages, to be productive in any way. If I were a Russian, I would be a bum. I can only act when I embrace my Faustian nature–that is, when I act contrariwise to my inclination, but in accordance with my Will.

Man will colonize the galaxy. But such is not a possible fate for the Faustian. The Slavic race will lead the way. As soon as they stop larping as Europeans and surrender totally to their whims. They will eventually generate an Ubermensch, who will whip his bored, drunken comrades into shape.

Here’s to our limitless, will-less future. “Feels good, man.”