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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?

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.”

Academic Interview 12: Putin’s Prophet

Academic Interview 12: Putin’s Prophet

Nikolai Starikov is something of a Shaman. An insider with the ear of the Kremlin, he has upended conventional thinking about history. In his view, Hitler was no mere tyrant, but the tool of a grander Anglo-American scheme to dismember Russia. A crazy conspiracy theory? Perhaps. But Starikov is no Alex Jones. Like many of us, he sees something sinister in the West’s current predicament. And his explanations are always one step ahead.

Further reading:

Some translations of Starikov’s blog by fans

Starikov’s blog (in Russian)

Academic Interview 11: Ukraine’s Perpetual Crisis

Academic Interview 11: Ukraine’s Perpetual Crisis

What is going on in Ukraine? It’s been almost three years since the Euromaidan protests that would lead to the overthrow of Viktor Yanukovych and Russia’s subsequent repossession of the Crimea. Since then, we’ve witnessed a civil war in the Donbass, with plenty of involvement from the Great Powers–NATO and Russia. The struggle is titanic, and far from resolved.

Vincent Law outlines the players and the facts. What do we know about the politicians, the commanders and the oligarchs on both sides? What is Ukraine’s role in the grand geopolitical game? Join him and Greg Ritter as they explore the conflict, its origins, and its possible outcome.

Ritter alludes to Russia’s despoilment in the ’90s at the hands of Lawrence Summers and his cronies. The best place to start is Steve Sailer’s “The Real Larry Summers Scandal” and “The Rape of Russia Explained by Anne Williamson.”

 

Conspiracy Theory: The Russia-Alt-Right Axis

The alt-right has a crush on Russia. We admire their political unity, their social normalcy, their stoic stand against Modernist degeneracy. Donald Trump has also expressed attitudes that are less than rabidly russophobic. The alt-right wagers that his administration would pursue detente with Moscow. A welcome change from the reflexive antagonism of Hillary Clinton and her neocon supporters.

But having a positive attitude toward Russia, and especially President Vladimir Putin, is a political liability in the West. Clinton knows this, which is why she tried to tie Trump and the alt-right to Putin in her August 25th speech.

The accusation is part of a larger pattern. Clinton and her backers in the media and political establishment have made a habit of trying to tar Trump and the alt-right as Russian stooges. The Clinton Campaign has (without presenting evidence) blamed Russia for hacking the DNC’s email servers, and insinuated that Trump was responsible, somehow. Trump was also accused of treason for suggesting that Russia could provide Hillary’s 30,000 lost emails to the public. Trump’s campaign manager, Paul Manafort, was sidelined by the allegation that he had corrupt dealings when he was a businessman in Ukraine before the “Euromaidan” revolution. (See our latest podcast, detailing the Ukrainian situation).

As usual, this is mostly just posturing from Clinton and her allies in the Neocon establishment. To the Neocons, this is evidence of right-wing treachery. In their minds, Western and Russian interests are always opposed, and therefore anyone who would cooperate with Russia must be a traitor.  But the Neocons are flaunting their habitual black-and-white sophistry. They have no real arguments, so they screech “guilt by association.” Clinton pulled out this logical fallacy in her August 25 speech, quoting a Mexican proverb: “Tell me with whom you walk, and I will tell you who you are.”

The rhetoric is nevertheless damaging to Trump, and the alt-right needs to be careful. The liberals and neocons are running out of rhetorical ammunition. Incessant accusations of racism seem to be losing their potency. So they have turned to Russia bashing. What better way to cast your opponent as weak than by posturing as the anti-Russia hard-liner? The tactic is a classic in American politics.

But it is not just rhetoric. There is something to liberal and neocon allegations. For the moment, the alt-right’s interests align with those of Russia. The alt-right would prefer for the US to adopt a less confrontational foreign policy. We see no reason to risk WWIII over the Donbas or Crimea. The alt-right also agrees with the vast majority of Russians in favoring tradition and the socially conservative policies that support it.

What’s more, Russia has every reason to support the alt-right, including the nationalists of Western Europe. (Indeed, France’s Front National has taken loans from Russian banks. Other far-right parties are often accused of accepting Russian money. The accusations have the ring of truth, as the European far-right is generally well disposed to Russia.) The more the alt-right’s influence grows, the better for Russia’s foreign interests. The rising right is also a boon to Russia domestically. Unlike the neocons, Trump and the alt-right have no reason to antagonize Russia over its social policies.

But if Russia supports the alt-right, why does RT, Moscow’s main media outlet in the West, not take a hard-right editorial line? RT’s programing often promotes leftist and libertarian views. It is broadly critical of corporatism and neoconservatism. It is certainly not alt-right. Similar attitudes prevail at Sputnik, another Russian media outlet aimed at an international audience.

Russia’s strategy is double-edged. Like any great power, it seeks to mold the political climate of its rivals. While Russia would prefer nationalists to hold power in the West, it is prepared for other outcomes. A right-wing West would be more amenable to Moscow. As it is, the ever leftward trend in Western society suits Russia just fine. A strong partner would be great, but Moscow will settle for a weak competitor.

As the Soviet defector Yuri Bezmenov explained: the key to political propaganda is not resisting your rivals’ ideological punches, but side-stepping them. Even better, one should pull the punch through, to let your opponent’s momentum put him in a compromising position. This is why Russian news does not take an anti-liberal line. In an ideological fight, it is best to encourage your rival to indulge his own worst inclinations. If the West continues to follow liberalism and equalism to their reductiones ad absurdum, it is doomed.

The alt-right is on the correct path. Just because some of our interests happen to align with Russia’s, does not mean we must abandon them. Reflexive russophobia, like that of the neocons, reflects our interests just as poorly as a slavishly pro-Russia attitude would. We can agree with Russia without being traitors. The alt-right–and Trump–speak for the vast majority of Americans when they advocate traditional values at home a more restrained policy abroad.

Some commentators suspect Russia will pull out all the stops to get Trump elected. There is even speculation that Russia will unleash an “October surprise.” I doubt it. Even if Moscow has damaging information on Clinton, why blow it before the election? Better to hold on to it to use as leverage if she wins. Moscow would prefer a President Trump, but they are prepared to deal with a Hillary victory.

So while Trump and the alt-right offer a fresh and reasonable position on Russia, we must remember a few things. Russia is a powerful, robust culture that sees itself in exceptional terms. As much as we admire and respect the Russians–they are our racial kin after all–they are rivals of Euro-American civilization. We wish them the best, but not at our expense.

Viborg

I’ve been really inspired by my time in St. Petersburg. The time I’ve spent in other cities has been great, but not as artistically stimulating…

Until I visited Viborg. The city sits on the border with Finland and was built by Swedes, controlled by the Finns and is now Russian. If Russia were to annex Stockholm, I imagine it would look a little like Viborg.

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Little delapidated Europe
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Probably an abandoned warehouse

 

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Small European streets

The Russification has taken hold of the city. Its got the same urban decay all over it. Missing walls, crumbling buildings, delapidated courtyards…

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Downtown

But- and believe me on this- its a really beautiful kind of decay. I’ve seen sections of small American cities crumbling within the Appalachian rust belt, and it was a deeply disconcerting experience.

But Viborg is completely different.

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It’s a magical kind of feeling, the decay is there, but the city is not dead. Rather, the decay becomes charming because its an indicator of life! It’s like the smattering of mud that has been sprayed across the facade of the city, really made it come alive. It felt like a really dirty Jeep with big wheels being advertised on TV. In its element, off road and tearing up the dirt paths, it looks more appealing than the glistening showroom model.

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Perfectly restored.

Viborg felt like a city half-decayed and half-in use.

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Almost 9 pm in the square. I missed the train and would have to spend the night there. Luckily it was never really dark.

The kids played in the ruins, and near ancient churches. They would kick up water in fountains surrounded by crumbling cobblestone plazzas!

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Felt just like the river in Stockholm

People bathed in the river, jumping in without any special swimwear. The Russian way!

The port still worked, and I watched the ships get loaded and unloaded for a bit from the embankment. The embankment was ancient,  but delapidated. It didn’t make me sad, rather it filled me with a feeling of…opportunity?

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Doesn’t look Russian does it?

With all the new places opening in Viborg, all the new tourists and efforts to beautify the city, I realized that it would be only a matter of time before this lonely decrepit embankment would be refurbished and filled with people…That’s the thought that made me feel slightly sad.

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The main attraction- the Castle. Swedish, taken by Russians.

“It’s such a nice little decayed city, lost in time and forgotten by almost everyone, why can’t I have it, make it all mine?”- that’s what I thought.

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Someone had already bought the ruin up. It will probably be converted into several bars in the coming years. Like in St. Petersburg.

Everytime I saw a dilapidated staircase leading into an ancient decayed building I smelled opportunity. “I could do something here!” I thought. “I could be a part of the revival…”

It felt like what Stockholm’s old town will probably look like by the end of this decade. But whereas Stockholm and Scandinavia is facing the abyss, it seems that Viborg, and Russia have lived through it all already. A true cataclysm that all of Russia bears reminders to. And its all around you, no matter where you go in Western Russia.

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Reminders of Victory

I was told that the ruins were all the way back from the war. What war they were referring to in this particular case, I didn’t ask. Probably the Civil War that was Russia in the 90’s.

But there’s also a feeling that all it is the past now. It’s springtime in Russia.

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The only glaringly obvious delapidated Soviet building I saw. It was so ugly it stood out immediately. So ugly that it actually became interesting. I saw a lot of that in Viborg

Pensioners sell you berries and old Soviet paraphenelia. There are local mastershops that sell handicrafts made by people in the neighboring villages. This is part of a big renewal that I’ve noticed in all the places I’ve visited in Russia (except Novosibirsk).

The old marketplace is stocked with Finnish and perhaps Swedish goods. I recognize some of them, and perused the aisles with great interest. Apparently people from St. Petersburg like to do their shopping here.

Its actually an impressive and imposing castle. The island its on is super medieval feeling. They have re-enactments there and Game of Thrones cosplay events.
Its actually an impressive and imposing castle. The island its on is super medieval feeling. They have re-enactments there and Game of Thrones cosplay events.

There are even the signs of Bobo SWPL-flication starting up in the square closest to the Viborg castle. A couple of nice cafes opened up there- young faces. I even saw one boutique having a sale.

I think I’d like to spend some time here. Its incredibly cheap, and I want to spend some more time exploring all the ruins….

I was always struck by Fight Club. In the movie, the narrator basically becomes a Russian as the story progresses further.

He starts smoking, drinking cheap beer, dressing eccentrically, picking fights with strangers, starts a small business, lives in a delapidated house, becomes a pyro, gets arrested, and ends up seriously maiming himself.

The fact that Chuck Palahniuk is Ukrainian himself, leads me to believe that the movie was really just about the narrator (Chuck) getting in touch with his inner Slav.  Palahniuk got gay as time went on- I blame the corrosive influence of San Francisco- but its too bad he didn’t make a run for Viborg when he got the chance.

The Altai- Russia’s Yellowstone

Altai was amazing!

But before I got there, I made a pit-stop in Barnaul. I would end up spending a night there waiting for a plane, making my time in Barnaul a neat 24 hours total, so I may as well give my impressions of the city.

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Typical “Khrushevka” in the center of town.
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American parks are filled with bums. Russian parks are filled with playing kids.
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Speakers in the park play music. I don’t know why, but thats a thing in some of these small towns. Makes you feel like you’re in a movie.

First of all its a town not a city. Small and nice. Most towns in Russia have the trees painted white at the base. Its an insect-repellant or something. But thats how you know you’re in a town.

Its slow, and relaxing. There’s only a few cafes, but they’re top-tier in service and food quality. All the well-to-do Russian women were there with their husbands or boyfriends or just girls day out.

The city is pretty comfy. A tramway track runs down the central road, and you can ride it and see pretty much everything Barnaul has to offer in 20 minutes.

The diversity is there. But its the native peoples, not the Hachis from the Stans. Also to those who believe Russia is being overrun by Muslims I recommend Anatoly Karlin’s work on the topic. I wish I had read his blog before coming over to Russia- a lot of bullshit about Russia is debunked, and it would have saved me all that cognitive dissonance I experienced when I realized how not shitty Russia actually was.

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A lot of these signs around town. It reads “260 years together!” …. The subtext reads- “And don’t you forget it.”

But yeah the Natives. They’re benign…unless they get drunk.

There were few gopniks here. That phenomenon seems confined to cities with larger concentrations of commie blocks. By that I mean Novosibirsk, of course.

I took a marche-routka to Gorno Altai and from there I got a taxi to the lodge I was staying in the first two days. It was a bumpy journey and since all the drivers in Russia are the scum of the earth, they tried to gouge me. I haggled and managed to save a couple of hundred roubles.

The place I was staying in was alright- it was a yurt. I didn’t do much but sleep there in between exploring and getting food. After I finally found a trustworthy company to rent a car from (read: Russian, not local), that didn’t have the wheel on the wrong side (in Siberia they get Japanese cars), I was ready to go.

I was planning to go south for a whole day and explore the wilder parts of the region. I couldn’t go to the mongolian or chinese borders because those were DMZ’s and I could get arrested, being a foreigner and all…

What else is there to say about Altai except how beautiful it was? It was wild, and yet I was pleasantly surprised to see how well the roads were built, and how non-rowdy it was. It felt like I was at a top-tier resort. And the Russians were all very kind, open and warm- as I find they generally are.

I went horseback riding in the fields and valleys. Rented a car and drove 8 hours south, soaking it all in along the way. Bizarrely, I even took a dip in the pond formed by an abandoned Soviet-era dam.

Along the way, I stopped a lot in old Russian villages.

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Russian villages

 

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Its a pretty big sprawl

 

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Little dirt roads that led into the mountains

These were well-kept and quaint-looking, as opposed to the bleaker and more dilapidated Native villages. Granny’s drew water from wells and offered me a drink. It was tasty.

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It’s not exacly a village in Bavaria. But there is something relaxing and refreshing in its less than orderly state.
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The village from the shore of the Katyn river
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Another angle from the river.

Russians from Moscow and Novosibirks have been buying up land in Altai and investing into making it a top-tier get away. A lot of the development is visible, but Altai remains wild. It also helps that the Altai is about the size of France…

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Faustian Spirit
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Bathing in a small lake. All Russian tourists.
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The Golden Mountains
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View from a small cliff I hiked up
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Quaint little Russian village
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The Katyn River. It’s incredible dangerous to swim in it. Naturally, all the Russian tourists do.
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Nature
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More little homesteads. They dot the main road heading North/South through Altai.
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As I went further South, it got more arid and the elevation increased. This is where the Mongol peoples live.

Again, I am struck by how much these Native peoples probably pull down Russia in its ratings for just about everything probably- drunkeness, public order, standard of living, life expectancy, etc.

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These are the fields right outside a Native village. Its hard to see, but they are completely covered in trash. Cows graze among the refuse. It stinks and they live right across the road from this arid open air dump.

I suspect the liberals who trot out the doomsday stats about Russia know that they are being disengenious…

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The entrance to the Native village was noticeably dirtier, the roads were shitier, and covered in trash. I didn’t drive any further in.

But yeah, they’re (((liberals))) so they do what they always do best: Demoralize.

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The hippies set up shop further North, selling local handicrafts. All handmade- or so they say. A lot of pagan imagery, part of the whole Roots phenomenon going on in Russia. Russians are getting pretty into Slavic folk culture, and many now want to run off to villages to live traditional lives. Its a thing.

I noticed that there are a lot of white hippies in Altai, but they’re not so bad. I mean they’re hippies, but they actually make local crafts- because the Natives don’t really give a damn about their own culture, they have been very effectively “Sovietized.”  So as usual, its the Whites culturally appropriating Native culture, making busineses out of it, preserving it for future generations. You know, the same thing that we do everywhere.

With the exception of Novosibirsk, I have seen little to merit all the stereotypes about bleak and barren Russia. I mean, when people think of America, do they think of Detroit? Or Chiraq? Show Russians how people live in Appalachia and watch their eyes widen with surprise.

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The sun came down over the scene like a curtain

“It looks like Section 12!” One girl told me. She was referring to the Hunger Games, and I had to admit she had a point.

America has its dark spots- like half of DC, New York, most of Baltimore, Pittsburg, everything off Northwestern’s Campus in Chicago, Detroit, most of LA, north Charleston, inner Richmond… You know, just places I’ve accidentaly taken the wrong turn off the highway into…

Russia is better in that regard. Having spent considerable time in St. Petersburg and Moscow- I am blown away by how huge the good part of town is.  There are a few immigrant projects on the far edges of the city (construction workers, drivers mostly) but otherwise its just so incredibly safe and beautiful…like Altai.

But I’ll save all the ruminations on city life in Russia for another post. Next up: The City of Viborg-the Blueprint for Russian Annexation of Sweden.

A WASP in Siberia

Note: this one got lost in the drafts section for some time

I watched the Euro Finals match last night in Tyumen on the night of my departure to Novosibirsk.

Executive Summary: At least the white guy scored twice.

But at the bar, there were 2 Americans from the international program at the local university. One of them had a girlfriend with a 6/10 body and a 9/10 face. She was a hottie.

But the guy set off my gaydar almost immediately. He was an American, from New York, with that effected WASP lisp that I’ve grown to know and love so well. **cough** Spencer **cough**  He found this chick online. And he moved to Siberia to be with her, the only problem being that she already had a boyfriend. In fact she was engaged at some point. But this American stuck it out for 2.5 years in her friendzone, going between home and Siberia to stay in her friendzone orbit, until one day she broke up with her soon to be fiance and he swooped in.

I was speechless when I heard the story.

This kid has actually pulled off the impossible. He got out of the friendzone with a hottie by being a Beta!

But of course, there was more to the story than meets the eye. First off, he’s not a kid.

The t-shirt, short shorts and nu-male face threw me off. He was actually 32, and worked as an investment banker on and off. His friend started a firm, and he occasionally works for them when he’s in the United States. But his real passion is writing books! Being a bit of an author myself, I had to learn more.

As he chomped down on his burger (of course), he talked like he was on stage, the star of some production that we had all come to watch and applaud. Apparently, he wrote a 250 thousand word book about his experiences in LA doing drugs and finding himself. (Still unpublished of course) He listed his influences as being Kerouac, Ginsberg, and Palahniuk.

“Basically its a critique of modern capitalistic society,” he said.

I fought the urge to roll my eyes. How original. My book is the real critique of modern society- which is why I had to write it under a pseudonym…But whatever. I kept listening to what the finance banker wannabe Tyler Durden had to say…

He said he wanted to move to Amsterdam because he loved the open-mindedness and tolerance of the city- isn’t that right, my sweet baby?- he said verbatim to the Russian chick who looked up from her phone and nodded.

…Man she was pretty, it was hard to look at him when he talked with his gay little lisp. She had that small slavic nose that, round little face and pulled back dirty blond-hair that makes it hard to believe gays could exist east of the Berlin Wall. But I tore myself away from staring at her profile and tried to re-focus.

The conversation turned to Londonistan. He remarked how shocked he was at how few Britons were in the city. And in Amsterdam too! Paris as well, he concluded. “Every city looks like New York now!” he exclaimed.

My first thought was that this kid was on the Chanel loop- living the expat life I always imagined for myself- before I decided to stick it out for some Eastern Promises instead.

“But its a good thing!” He assured us. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. Its so vibrant.” Man he said those exact words. Like something out of a /pol/ twitter account parody… I was speechless and flabbergasted. I had been surrounded by these types all my life, but the last years abroad had made me forget just how real this libshit stereotype is. Everything, down to the NPR voice, was perfect. I gulped down my beer and tried to focus on the game that I ostensibly showed up to watch.

But he kept talking.

Funny enough, he told a story about how he saw some Arab men harassing some girls in London. Possessed by some white knight rage, he was about to intervene, he assures us. But the girls left without getting fiki-fikied.

A lesson to learn, he told us. “I’m not a racist, but these Ar-well Arab men, they uh, well they were not being respectful. It was inappropriate behavior is all I’m saying…” I kept as straight a face as I could as I listened.

I ended up chatting with his girlfriend while he went to get a smoke outside. I found out so much so quick. She was so keen to unload some chit-chat on somebody. Turns out they had met online, over skype as language exchange pals.

I used my go-to AMOG/Neg combo. “Dont you find that men need to act more like men, sometimes.” Her eyes lit up. This line never fails me in the current year,  I swear.

We ended up flirting the rest of the evening, even when he returned from his smoke. He eyed me balefully. Especially when I commented on his multi-culti experience. “What’s so bad about stopping further immigration?” He clammed up immediately and looked at the table with an incredulous expression on his face as if to say, “getta a load of this guy!”

No one returned the expression, there was only one other Jewmerican at the table, and all Russians or French, so the deck was stacked against him. He backed down and mumbled something about love and tolerance…Really checking all the boxes!

A Bourgeois! King of the petty Bobo’s! WASP connections to Wall st/consulting/k street/trust fund despite spending 2.5 years in Siberia. Now thats True privilege! Funny enough, I am supposed to be in some sort of cabal of ethnic solidarity with this guy. At least, I get lumped in the same category of privilege…

I realized that night that the sneaking suspicions I had about the corrupting influence of the anglo-sphere had reached critical mass in my head. Almost always, its an American that spreads this kind of message in yuppie expat circles abroad. 9 times out of 10. And the other 1 is split between the odd Swede or an Anglo-sphere country.

The evening concluded with them leaving a little early. I went clubbing afterwards and had an amazing time. Still, this little story will stay with me for some time. It’s not the first time I’ve noticed the anglo trend. And I doubt it will be the last.

Damn, never thought I’d run into a WASP in Siberia.

RED DAWN 22: Soviet-Nazi Doubleteaming

RED DAWN 22: Soviet-Nazi Doubleteaming

Vince recounts his time in Siberia: eternal frontier of the Russian Imperial project. Over the years, Russia has used different ideologies–Orthodoxy, Communism, Eurasianism–but all with the goal of uniting its disparate subjects. How is the project working out? And what does the Imperial Idea mean for the alt-right? Heimbachian nationalism is great. But will it be tolerated in the Trumpenreich?

AND: Greg is posted up in a Munich beerhall, getting Nostalgic about 1923. What a great city, a great country–too bad it’s shredding at the seams.

On Russian Mongrels

There are a decent amount of mixed race people in Russia.

The women turned out really really hot in most of these cases. The men however had a significant percentage of real скатина’s that came out as a product of the USSR. They are…

-The Soviet Men-

These guys are the worst of Russia (apart from the Hachis). They are the drunks, the people that might harass a girl on the street or start a fight for no reason whatsoever. A lot of the stereotypes about Russians are true. They can be pretty hard-core. But most of the stereotypes about Russian niggerish behavior can be attributed to the Mestizo class that is the remnant of the Trotskyite race-mixing program.

I see them in every city I visit, in varying numbers. They are highest in Moscow, and then St. Petersburg. Less prevalent in the smaller cities like Krasnodar, Novgorod, Tyumen, etc. We will see how the rest of Siberia is by the end of this trip.

Furthermore, they are the products of a system that no longer exists. The collapse of the USSR was rough on them. Here we can add some non-mixed Russians as well. Losing a whole belief system and losing a sense of purpose, and having to live through the 90’s broke a lot of these older, “Soviet Men.”

A Far Right Caveat

These mixed race mongrels are also disproportionatly represented in far right neo-nazi movements. The Neo-Nazi’s and skinheads I’ve met so far aren’t these blond haired, blue-eyed devils, but rather much swarthier. They take great pride in whatever drop of white blood they have, unlike their more fair-skinned counterparts. Its just a tendency I noticed. The Huwhyter they look, the more liberal and well-to-do they probably are. The more mongrelized they look, the more hardcore, racially aware and fiercely patriotic they are.

Half-korean skinheads. Half-Tartar neo-nazi’s… And 100% Aryan cucks.

Wew, what a world we live in.