Travelogue: The Journey Home

I had an early flight out of Copenhagen back to Lagos, so I did the sensible thing and went out with the conference goers until the early hours. I had enough time to take an early morning walk, then pack up my kit and head for the airport. That meant I was working on about four hours sleep over two days, so I would sleep like a baby on the plane. When you do enough traveling, you learn what works best for you. On an ocean crossing, I want to be comatose for as much of the flight as possible.

The first leg of the trip took me to Brussels for a connection. I had never been in that airport, but my few hours there taught me why the EU is hopeless. For starters, I had to go through passport control, which makes no sense. Apparently, they cannot tell who is entering from an EU nation and who is not, so everyone is treated as a foreign nation entering the EU for the first time. It was not a long line and passport control is always the fastest part of the travel process, unless you have something to declare.

After a mile of walking I get to the gate and I have to present my passport and boarding pass again. Then I do this again. Then another time. Three times in the same line with three officials standing next to one another. Then I’m told I have to go to another person, who checks my passport and boarding pass. I’m up to four government officials within a ten foot square, who have demanded to see my papers. This happens four more times before I can get on the plane to Montreal.

Things did not get better once on the plane. I was in a window seat and my traveling partner was a particularly pungent African. Let’s call him Mr. Bongo. Now, Mr. Bongo smelled like a dumpster on a very hot day. Most likely, if he was outside, he would have had a swarm of circling around him. On the other hand, his funk was so powerful even flies would have to think twice before getting too close. The other people seated around us had something over their face in an effort to avoid the funk.

This is why I prefer to be comatose on these long flights over the ocean. It is a part of travel now, at least around the US. We have a lot of South Asians, who are not big on daily bathing. There’s usually one on the plane, so be prepared for it. On one trip, I saw one so ripe that the flight crew hung an air freshener on the seat backs. That trip was three hours of knowing what it was like to be around bears doing their business in a pine forest. Nowhere is diversity so personal as on an air plane.

At some point, Mr. Bongo started to have some sort of trouble with the seat in front of him or maybe it was the tray, I don’t know. That seemed to be the focus as they talked with him in French and he responded in some other language. He may not have been African, as it sounded like creole he was speaking, but I was still a little out of it, so I can’t be sure. That turned into a skirmish with the crew. They calmed him down and I went back to sleep, after getting a nose full of summer dumpster.

I’ve seen this before on these flights. Africans seem to struggle with flying. Last spring I saw an African flip out on the plane over his seat back tray. He started attacking the back of the chair, which had someone sitting in it, so it was quite a scene. In both cases, I was reminded of the fact that mentally disabled people will often throw tantrums when confused or frustrated. Taking Neolithic people and putting them into modern situations is a challenge under the best of conditions. Airplanes are not the best conditions.

Of course, living in Lagos, I’ve seen firsthand when first world infrastructure is handed off to primitive people. The same thing that happened in Africa after colonialism will start happening all over the West. Many of these people can serve in various roles in the system, but they have no idea why those roles exist. They lack the capacity to know and they lack the capacity to operate these items that have evolved in advanced western societies. From their perspective, this stuff is magic.

We see this in our daily lives. Some men can take over a division and run it well, but it takes special talent to build the division from the ground up. That solid manager is unable to develop the policies and procedures, but he can execute them. Someone with vision and talent had to create the rules and define the roles to match the available talent. That’s how societies work as well. Our institutions can be run by average men, but they always need talented men to step in when it is time to adapt.

Dozing in the miasma of Mr. Bongo’s personal funk, I started to think about those people living in the Roman Empire wondering why the water no longer comes from the big stone thingy anymore. Some may have remembered their ancestors working on them for some reason, but they no longer recall why. The people who knew how and why those aqueducts worked were long gone. No one was around who could figure out how to make them work again, because they lacked the capacity to do it.

I got into Montreal looking forward to some lunch. I had a good long nap and my olfactory receptors were cleansed of Mr. Bong’s stink, by the waves of perfume from the shopping area passengers are now forced to endure at airports. Everyone is forced through a shopping zone now, as they want to make sure you are always ready to consume next product. As a result, airports now smell like the dressing room of a strip club, but it beat the smell of Mr. Bongo, so I was thankful for that miracle.

Normally, when you connect on an international trip, you just walk to the next gate and maybe you have to go through passport control. In Montreal, I had to go through customs, then security and then passport control again. It was a slow mess, but my plane was delayed so it did not matter. Montreal airport is cleaner than Toronto, with no Sikhs. French Canadians have a chip on their shoulder about speaking French, but I find their obstinacy admirable. Good for them..

I finally made it back to Lagos with a collection of great memories of a wonderful time with friends in the European scene. Frodi is a great host and wonderful person. I’m thankful for having got to know him and now count him as a friend. The same is true of so many familiar faces I saw this time, people I have met at other events. To play a public role in dissident politics in this age means having readers and listeners all over the West, not just your home country. Special thanks to those I met this week.


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Travelogue: Scandza

Europe has what they call a protest culture, which varies from country to country, but generally means a habit of doing politics in the street. In America, street politics is purely a left-wing phenomenon and totally synthetic. It’s mostly organized by the Democrat party and its affiliated organs. In Europe, everyone does street politics and it is not necessarily attached to the parties. As a result, dissidents and nationalists know how to work around Antifa in order to organize and hold events.

Without giving anything away, this morning I received a secret message, telling me where to stand at a particular time and to have the secret symbol visible. I arrived at the spot at the assigned time and in a few minutes, a man walking a dog passed by. As he did, he dropped a crumpled piece of paper onto the ground. I waited a few minutes until he was out of range and picked up the paper. On it was the location of the event. Others were sent to dead drops or met a courier at a specific location.

That is a bit of an exaggeration, but the point is to give Antifa as little time as possible to organize a riot. It works pretty well, but not this year. They were onto the location just as the doors opened. The cops were there to support them, allowing Antifa to close down the streets.  As a result, we were forced to shelter in place for the day. Most people got in, but some of the speakers did not get there in time. We could hear the lunatics bellowing in the street below, but otherwise the event went off as planned.

As we see in the States, Antifa in Denmark enjoys broad police protection. It is unlawful in Denmark to have a protest without a permit. It’s always unlawful to block the streets and prevent people from going about their business. The cops could have arrested the whole lot of them, it was maybe fifty, and been done with it. Instead, they let them run riot for the most part. The only thing the cops did was keep them from attacking the building in which the conference was held. The cops were there to support Antifa.

The cops in Copenhagen are a complete joke. They have all these tall fit guys in the police, kitted out like storm-troopers, but they looked like they would burst into tears if they had to confront the noodle armed Antifa rioters. From what I gather, the police force is thoroughly pussified. They spend more time learning pronouns than doing actual police work. Based on my conversations with some of them, they would not last an hour in Lagos. The locals would eat them – literally.

As far as the conference itself, it went a little sideways due to a couple of speakers not getting into the conference. Mark Collett made it inside and he is a very powerful speaker, who has a lot of great things to say. If you have a chance to see Mark speak at an event, don’t miss it. He brings the house down. Millennial Woes also made it inside, along with Dr. Tom Sunic and Fróði Midjord. A lot of dissidents have read and recommend Sunic’s book, Homo Americanus: Child of the Postmodern Age.

European events are a bit different than American events, which are much closer to a business or academic conference in style. In Europe, they start around noon, have short speeches, lots social time and a Q&A at the end. They break up around eight, at which point people are encouraged to socialize at a local bar or restaurant. There is a much stronger emphasis on the socializing than we see in the US. I prefer it, as it allows people to network and trade ideas about what they are doing.

During the Q&A, someone asked about doxing. It is a different issue in Europe than in the States, as you can’t get fired for politics. There are some exceptions, but workers have more rights than in America. You also get government health insurance, so you don’t have to worry about losing that along with your job. In Europe, doxing is about harassing and anathematizing a person. Collett and Fróði both come down in favor of self-doxing in order to get it over with, so you can move on.

This is an old topic I have been debating with Fróði for months and we don’t see eye to eye on it. I don’t think the Euros appreciate how American dissidents are driven to poverty by the Left. I’ve tried to explain this to them, but they don’t get it. A man with a family can’t lose his job, his health insurance and his access to the banking system. He has a duty to his family, which must always come first. Even a single guy with nothing to lose still needs to eat and sleep indoors. The stakes are a bit higher here.

It also ties into another topic that is popular at dissident conferences and came up in this one during Q&A. In America, dissident politics tends to attract losers and weirdos, who have nothing to lose. They don’t care about being outed, because no one cares enough about them to bother. In order to attract high quality people, we have to deal with their fear of doxing. Allowing guys to stay anonymous is a part of doing business in American politics now. That’s not the case in Europe.

Another thing that is different in Europe from the US is the dissident movements spring from different roots. In Europe, the guys you see organizing came out of hard right party politics and the underground scene. Collett was in the British National Party, which is a fascist party, for the most part. Fróði got into politics through the far-right Scandinavian subculture and from reading people like William Pierce. Over time, their views moderated and changed in the face of multiculturalism and immigration.

In America, most dissidents came through libertarianism, but not through organized structure like the Libertarian Party. Some came this way through conventional conservative politics. Of course, some older guys came this way through paleoconservatism. Hardly anyone was in organized politics, much less underground politics. The typical guy you meet at a dissident event in America was a libertarian until he spent time around vibrancy and realized it could never work.

It is an interesting contrast, in that the Euros are trying to clean up their act, while the Americans are trying to dirty up their act. For example, Collett, who is a reformed drinker, is intolerant of alcohol and drugs in his organization. He is relentless in his demand for making the right presentation. He talks about health and fitness, personal grooming and how to properly approach people on politics. In America, dissidents are always on guard for cucking, to the point of distraction.

All-in-all it was a good time. There are things Americans can learn from the Euros, particularly when it comes to organizing. It’s always good to socialize with people who understand the issues. A big part of the dissident project is community building and that can only happen with in-person events. No matter what comes next, the people to come out the other end in the best shape will be those who have the community strength to handle whatever comes. When the crisis comes, we have to be ready for it.


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Travelogue: Nordic Newark

I was somewhere around Malmö on the edge of the tundra when the drugs began to take hold. I’m not a drug taker, but drugs must have played some role in the decision to turn this quaint Swedish city into the Beirut of the north. A third of the city population is foreign born, according to government reports. Given the nature of the Swedish government, those numbers are most likely wrong. Malmö now has the reputation for being the rape capital of the world, which is entirely due to immigration.

My journey to Oslo takes me over the bridge from Denmark to Sweden. The Øresund Bridge is a combined rail and motorway that is nearly five miles long. I left at first light, so I got to take in the beauty of the crossing. The signs for Malmö and the impressiveness of the bridge, had me wondering what people a thousand years from now will make of it. They will no doubt have grand theories for why a people capable of conquering nature were unable to ward off a barbarian invasion.

According to official statistics, 20% of the population of Sweden is now foreign born, but that is not the whole story. According to more sober minded estimates, the demographic replacement is advancing quickly. Like America, the white population will be a minority by mid-century or sooner. In that regard, it will no longer be Sweden. Why the rulers of Sweden decided to suicide their people in this way boggles the mind. America, can at least blame slavery. The Swedes can only blame themselves…

The drive up is easy, a bit boring, but the coast line is magnificent, if you get off the highway and hit some of the side roads. Once you pass Malmö, Sweden gets rural in a hurry, as 85% of the population lives in urban areas. That means a very low population density outside of cities. Until you get to Gothenburg, which is a few hours up the cost from Malmö, it is one farm after another, occasionally broken up by stands of birch and pine. You’ll see plenty of Swedish cows, which muu, instead of moo.

I think if I was from another planet, reporting back to my home planet, I’d call this part of earth “the land of the steep roofs.” My first thought is the steep roof is better for a snowy climate, but maybe they just like the look. The roofs are also red, which has no obvious meteorological utility. In fact, red is a very popular color, which suggests something in the ground that was useful for paint, but only comes in red. The color red is also good for soaking up UV rays, so maybe that’s the reason for all the red…

It’s a long trip, so I decide to take a break. One of the fun things about this part of the world is the ubiquity of the traffic circle. In New England they call them rotaries. In other parts of America, they are called roundabouts. Every exit off the main highway results in a traffic circle. Inevitably, there are three options at the minimum. One option takes you to food and fuel. One option puts you back on the road in the direction you were headed and the other options always send you off in the wrong direction…

To enter Oslo from the south, you go through a long series of tunnels, which take you from the countryside to all of a sudden in the middle of the city. This is my first trip to Oslo, so I was expecting it to be like Copenhagen. Coming out of the tunnel, I instead found myself in Newark New Jersey. It really was quite of shock. I’ll grant that the overcast sky probably hurt the curb appeal of the place, but my first impression is it is a city that has seen better days. It has the aging industrial city vibe to it.

Once I check in, I go on a walkabout to see if maybe I was getting the wrong impression of the place. The first thing I notice is the lack of white people. There are whites on the street, but most people I see are non-white. The number of sub-Saharan Africans is quite surprising, given the environment. I’d say there are equal parts east and west Africans, but that’s just a guess. I saw a lot of black women in Muslim headgear pushing strollers, but I also saw a lot of round face black males.

The biggest slice of the diversity pie belongs to the North Africans. Everywhere you look, you see young swarthy males. My guess is Morocco exported a lot of its excess male population to Norway. For some reason, the Nordic countries are a popular destination for Moroccans. Regardless, they all have the look of North Africans, rather than Mesopotamians or Levantines. Five minutes on the street and I see why Mohamed is the most popular baby name every year in Oslo.

I ducked into what looked like a mall. A pretty good way to read the local diversity in any western city is to check out the shopping mall. This was full of Africans, Saharan and sub-Saharan. There were whites, but I’d say they were a slim majority. Oddly, all of the workers in the stores were white, but many were not Norwegian. I heard more than a few British accents. Why someone would leave Britain to work in a Norwegian shopping mall is a mystery, but there is no accounting for taste.

Back on the street, I hiked the city for a few hours. As in the rest of the Nordic countries, the locals dress like goth Eskimos. The temp was hovering around 50 Fahrenheit, so I was in a pullover and jeans. Plenty warm for walking the city. I looked like the guy in the States, who wears shorts in winter. People had on winter coats, scarfs, gloves. I also saw quite a few race mixers. It was always a swarthy male with a white female, but I did see a soy boy with a big fat African. He must have a high social credit score.

Despite what it looks like on the street, Norway is only about nine percent diverse, so it is not facing the same collapse as Sweden. Still, something occurred to me as I was taking in the local color, so to speak. At some point, the white population in these countries will not be able to carry the non-white population. The social welfare system will collapse. At that point, nature takes over. These people are not built for living in the harsh north on their own. A great cull is building toward the end of this century…

Watching some Norwegian television, I saw an ad for Choice Hotels. I’ve never seen it before, but I don’t watch a lot of television. The ad pitches Choice Hotels as the destination for homosexuals in Norway. Like open borders, the fetish for homosexuality is like some were disease that has infected the West. Maybe one day we’ll learn that it is the result of a pathogen that only infects white people…

Part of the deal at the hotel is free breakfast and dinner. The Nordics really like the self-serve buffet. Breakfast was the typical stuff we’d see in America, along with fish and various peasant breads. The butter in this part of the world taste like magic. For dinner, I had brunost, which is a national food of Norway. It looks like brown cheese and tastes like savory caramel. It’s made from whey and goat’s milk, then boiled into a semi-hard cheese-like consistency. The brown color is the worst kind of brown.

This weird food stuff came into being because a milkmaid got the idea to use the leftover whey from cheese making to make something different. Her creation was a hit and helped her region escape economic difficulty. She got married and moved to a new area and created another version, which was also wildly popular. Her cheese-food is credited with helping the local dairy industry escape depression. The milkmaid’s name was Anne Hov and she is national hero…


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Travelogue: Copenhagen Nights

The BBC is full of Orange Man Bad stories. This is their permanent setting, as best I can tell. This time, they are flipping out over Turkey invading Syria. The fun part of being a dissident is we know why this so. The Lobby gets its money’s worth from their socks in the media. Jeff Flake is all over the news, claiming Trump has to be removed because Orange Man Bad. Everyone has their serious face on, pretending that this is the most critical moment in human history. These people are ridiculous…

The hotel I am in is a working man’s place. It appears to cater to people holding meetings offsite. Lots of middle management types in the bar. All are middle age as well, which is something you see in America. Corporate America runs on middle-aged, middle-class white people trusted to do their best in their positions. The difference here is middle managers are more casual. Most of the men are in pullovers and jeans, like it is casual Friday. Europe is much more casual than the US.

Europe is also slower than the US. This is my East Coast bias. Of course, living in Lagos, people tend to live fast and die even faster, so there’s that. If you travel to the West in America, things slow down, but Europe is still a slower pace overall. They start late, finish early and don’t carry their work around with them. In America, the typical businessman works 60 hours a week. That does not seem to be so in Europe. They have a much more transactional relationship with their work too.

Much of what goes on in modern business is busy work. People are hired to do necessary tasks, but they always end up doing lots of unnecessary stuff too. When there are layoffs, the same amount work gets done, but with fewer people. Those people are not suddenly tasked with massive hours either. They work a bit harder, but they soon adjust by not doing the unnecessary stuff. Of course, much of it could be automated today and most of what’s left could soon be automated.

My hunch is the robot revolution never happens as expected, as those humans in those offices and cubicles do something a robot cannot do. They provide a culture. The corporate and industry culture are a defense in depth. It protects the firm and the industry from disruptions. All of the insiders seek to maintain the value of their insider status. A robot will never say, “this is how we have always done things.” Human networks are natural stabilizers and internal breaks that the robot lacks.

That’s what you see in corporate life. I’ve been out on my own for a long time, but watching the business types in the bar, I fondly recall the many after work drinking sessions with work friends. In every hotel bar that caters to the business man in the West, you find these ad hoc meetings. It’s part work and part social bonding that reinforces the culture. Humans are the gyroscope of business culture and that cannot be replaced with robots. An industry of ATM machines cannot exist…

I ran into some Americans, who are here on business, but have some down time to see the city. They asked me if I had some tips and, of course, where to avoid. I told them what I know and mentioned some dodgy areas “where they store their diversity.” They replied, “We’re from Detroit, we know.” I said, “I’m from Baltimore.” We had that moment of quiet understanding that men, having lived amid diversity, have when they meet one another. It’s an experience we share that is foreign to many…

On the BBC, I saw a show called “Live At The Apollo.” It is a comedy show like the American one of the same name, but it is in London. It is non-white comics making fun of the British. The audience is all white. The bit I saw was a black doing a bit on how rotten Britain was to Africa. They are laughing at how Brits are terrible, yet the comics would be sitting on a log scratching themselves through their loincloth, wondering where the next meal is coming from if not for whites. Why are we doing this…

In the bar, I struck up a conversation with who I thought was a local fellow. He took me for an American and wanted to chat. Our good looks, charm and wit are known the world over, so we get used to this when we travel. The BBC was on doing Orange Man Bad, so he used that to break the ice. A few minutes chatting with him, he said, “you sound familiar.” I get this a lot, as I now know I sound like every male PBS personality, so I’m prepared to make this point.

After some back and forth, he asked, “Are you here for Scandza.” At that point, I knew he was one of us, so I said I was and then he asked if I was the Z-Man. The world is a small place for most of us, but sometimes it feels claustrophobic. He is a listener to the podcast. He introduced me to a couple of friends. We had a good time drinking and talking about the things that occupy the mind of a dissident. I was very grateful for the company and the fellowship…

I did a couple hours with the fellas from Myth of the 20th Century. The resulting podcast is now posted on their site. I think the show came out well. I did better than normal, but I suspect that is due to them having a good format. They sent an outline in advance, so I could be prepared a bit. Most shows are ad hoc. I never know what I’ll be expected to discuss. Good hosts get the most from their guests. If you like deep-dives into historical topics, then I highly recommend their podcast. Lots of good stuff…


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Travelogue: To Copenhagen

The first thing you notice about the Toronto airport is the garbage on the floors of the terminal. I’m using Air Canada for this trip, so it means connecting through Toronto on the way out and Montreal on the way back. I got off by flight from Lagos, went through a maze to arrive at the end of terminal. The other flights are to Asia, so the terminal has the feel of the British Empire. That would be the dirty, squalid part of the empire. I feel as it I should be wearing a pith helmet and khaki shorts.

That explains the trash on the floors. The terminal is full of Sikhs, Chinese and various South and East Asians. Canada has a lot of Sikhs. Those are the swarthy looking guys who wear the interesting headgear. I think the name for it is Dastar, which comes from Persian, suggesting the people under the headgear also come Persia. That part of the word does not interest me, so I will not bother looking into it. What matters here is those guys were all over the terminal, as passengers and employees.

Why Canada imported so many Sikhs is a mystery, but the lunacy of western ruling classes should be considered a feature at this point. Most likely, the usual suspects were behind the idea of importing Sikhs into Canada for the usual reasons. This has given Canada a criminal element that it would otherwise lack, so there’s that. Gurmeet Singh Dhinsa is one of the nation’s most notorious criminals. Since his journey to a Canadian prison came via America, they can blame America for it.

Anyway, the garbage on the floor of the terminal is probably due to the Asian population. I saw several Chinamen toss litter on the floor. Another East Asian, probably Chinese as well, ate something with chopsticks and then left the remains on the floor of where he ate them. Sikhs, of course, like all south Asians, are dirty people. In Lagos, you see them littering all the time. They seem to think the ground will magically clean up after them. Maybe they just don’t care, as back home they live in filth….

Travel in the modern age is the worst part of traveling. All of us are now tethered to our work by e-mail, mobile and text. That means a vital part of travel is making sure you have access to the internet. Of course, the intensely on-line start to come unraveled when disconnected from their favorite platform. Young people, of course, may as well have their mobile embedded into their skulls. They are glued to the things. The result is the airport is a life and death struggle for access to charging ports…

While I was watching chickens and goats scurry about the terminal, an elderly Chinese man approached me. In not so good English, he explained that he was taking a survey about how people enjoyed their time in Canada. Apparently, this is something sponsored by the government. Perhaps the fact that I was sitting in what looked like a rail station during the British Raj should be their focus. Maybe if Canadian cities were full of Canadians, there would be no need for such surveys…

On the plane, a big black women immediately broke open her picnic basket. This is something you notice when you travel. Black women love eating on planes. They bring massive amounts of food and spend the fight eating from various baskets and bags they pull out the entire flight. This woman was eating soup as a first course, which was a nice touch. I fell asleep, but as we approached Denmark, I noticed she was grazing on what looked like my cat’s dry food. I guess that’s the kibble course…

A funny thing I spotted on my last trip to Copenhagen is that the Danes cannot control their body temperature. As soon as the temps fall before the mid-70’s, they break out the winter gear. It is about 15 degrees Celsius, which I roughly 60 degrees American, a beautiful fall day by our standards. All over the city I see locals bundled up like is the dead of winter. Clearly, they are not cold blooded, as there are no sunning rocks, so I’m guessing they just like winter. It is an odd customer nonetheless.

At the airport, I hire a car from a place that is new to me. Sixt is a rental company that operates in Europe. The clerk is black, West African, but she speaks English like native Danes, so she probably grew up in the country. She needs constant supervision, another thing I have noticed about vibrancy in the Nordic countries. Maybe the point of their open borders policy is to give their people a hobby. Rather than the normal, boring efficiency that comes natural to them, they are punching things up with diversity.

In my trips to this part of the world, that’s what has always jumped out to me. America has been multi-racial since the beginning. We have evolved our systems to accommodate the decedents of slaves. That made it easier for us to integrate the recent waves of brown people for over the horizon. Our retail and administrative systems were built to be operated by morons. That’s not the case in this part of the world and it really shows…

I’m staying one night in Copenhagen to get rested up, then I’m off for a day trip along the Swedish coast into Norway. I rented what appears to be q child’s toy. It is a Renault Scenic, which is about the size of a Prius. It’s diesel and manual transmission. I was less than enthusiastic, but putting around Copenhagen, I see the utility of having a tiny little car. Dodging the damned bicycles is a great challenge. On foot, it is a hassle, but in a car, it is maddening. Driving is like the old arcade game Frogger.

I got lost, of course, as the hotel is tucked away in a residential neighborhood outside of the airport. What has always struck me about the residential areas of Nordic countries is the sublime pleasantness. Even the working-class areas have the community feel to them that you only see in the tonier neighborhoods of America. Seeing white people, quietly walking the streets, commuting on bikes and shopping at local stores in an urban area is quite jarring when you come from Lagos on the Chesapeake…


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Travelogue: Gatekeeper’s Ball II

The structure of this conference is a bit unusual, in that they have a normal room for speakers to give standard speeches. The afternoon, however, is broken up into smaller rooms where three or four famous people will address a topic. Each person gives a ten minute address and then they talk among themselves for a bit. Finally they take questions from the audience. These are held in smaller rooms, so everyone has a chance to ask their question if they like. I attended the session on immigration.

There was someone calling himself Mike Gonzalez, who gave a short history lesson on the origins of racial identities used by the government. He launched into a critique of the Frankfurt School, which had all the guys with yarmulkes nervous. They were talking into their watches, probably thinking they had a live one. Trouble was averted when Gonzalez changed the topic and got to his main idea, which is to remove the race and ethnicity questions from the census entirely. It would just be a simple counting of people.

This is so obviously insane that I suspect the Frankfurt School stuff was some sort of diversion, so the audience would not think his main idea was so wacky. His claim is that by dropping the race and ethnicity questions, set-asides and affirmative action will be impossible to administer, so they will be dropped. Once the benefits of racial categorization diminish, according to his theory, people especially non-whites, will stop identifying primarily by the tribe. We’ll all become Americans.

This has always been the habit of Buckley-style conservatism. Instead of addressing Progressive morality head on, they find an economic or legal remedy to achieve a conservative goal, without confronting left-wing morality. This approach never works, but old habits die hard. Then there is the fact that we would have no way of debating immigration, as we would have no way of knowing the demographic makeup of the country or the individual states…

Another speaker was a women calling herself Luma Simms, claiming to be an immigrant from Iraq. She gave a new age talk on something she calls “rootedness” which is the opposite of alienation. Her basic argument is that immigrants should not be made to assimilate, as the modern American culture lacks rootedness. These newcomers should not be forced to join the consumer race. That’s not a term she used, but it is what she was driving at. She reminded me of a very loud Marianne Williamson.

Mx. Simms provided the most entertaining exchange during the round table discussion part of the show. She said something along the lines of “Immigrants don’t come to America to be absorbed into the culture.” Amy Wax replied, “Then why are you here?” Surprisingly, Mx. Simms was unprepared for the question, but she recovered after a moment and went on a ramble about some hippy sounding stuff. She struck me as someone with a lot of dream catchers in her home and lots of scented candles…

During the Q&A, a few people asked about what can be done to address the flood of migrants and the speakers offered some suggestions. Finally, someone asked, “Since the track record on conservative solutions to immigration is not very good, we have to assume all of these ideas will fail. What is plan B?” The whole room erupted and even the speakers had to laugh. Amy Wax and Scott McConnell are both black pilled on the issue and said we are doomed. The other two had no answer…

Socializing with people here during breaks, there are two groups in attendance. There are normal people much closer to the dissident right than conservatism, but they have just not made the journey over the river. The other camp is the think tank people, media and government functionaries. Washington is a company town and that means there is a social scene. These conferences are a part of that scene. They use these events to network and maintain connections to others in the scene.

For example, at dinner on Monday night, I was seated next a woman who told me she works at AEI. I started grilling her on why she was attending a conference on nationalism, when she works for a notorious neocon outfit. She treated me like I was country rube who did not fully understand the complexity of the issue. The fact is, like a lot of people at this thing, she is here to mingle with friends. Keeping up appearances is an important aspect to the culture of the ruling elite. Instead of court, they have conferences.

That said, I was a bit surprised by the number of these people, who are quietly black pilled on what comes next for America. That sense of being oppressed dissidents makes a lot of sense in this context. These are people who probably came to Washington with the best of intentions, then saw it was a corrupt city full of people interested only in how much they can loot from the system. In other words, from the inside they see that reform is impossible, so whatever comes next will be from the outside…

I have been thinking about why Hazony made such a big deal out of rejecting people like Peter Brimelow, Jared Taylor and Patrick Casey. One reason is he needs to rope in the Christian Zionists, which is why David Brog is involved in this project. Brog is a fanatical anti-white crusader. I heard more than a few people mention that his outbursts about racism were unnecessary and unpleasant. Having a volatile crank like that in the same room as Taylor or Brimelow would be a disaster.

Of course, this event is a sales pitch of sorts. The people from the think tanks and government agencies will report back to their respective home planets and talk to their colleagues about what they saw. If the lizard people I’ve been mingling with the last two days are satisfied that Hazony is not a danger, he can expect support from the community, as well as the donor community. This conference is part of the vetting process for Hazony and his team.

The sales pitch being made is a classic one in politics. The first part is a critique of conservatism, which everyone agrees has failed. Then the question becomes what will replace it as the dance partner of Progressivism. The pitch Hazony is making is that the choice is between his Hebrew nationalism and white nationalism. It’s the same argument Martin Luther King made in his Letter From a Birmingham Jail. The choice on offer is this thing you don’t like or something much worse…

This event has been a white pill for me. I could have done without the civic nationalist bromides and the hooting about racism, but the fact is the window is swinging our way inside the Imperial Capital. That’s not to say these people are going to start reading me or showing up at dissident events. It’s that they have taken the first step in this direction, which is recognizing the threat on their Right is legitimate. They are worried about us, as they know their kids are more interested in us than in them.


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Travelogue: The Imperial Capital

One of the strange things about living near the Imperial Capital is you tend not to notice it very much, at least not directly. Everyone knows about the traffic around the area and everyone knows it is the Imperial Capital. Washington, for most people around here, is a thing you navigate around, not a place you go to for business or pleasure. It exists in the same way it exists for people all over the country. It is the symbol of the empire, but not a real place with a reason to exist, other than government.

It is a real city with people living in it. I was reminded of this as I made my way through residential neighborhoods to the Ritz-Carlton, where the conference is being held. As is true of all ruling class areas now, Washington is gentrifying, which is a polite way of saying ethnic-cleansing. Slowly, block by block, the underclass blacks are being shipped out to surrounding areas so they can be replaced with hipsters working for government and the array of think tanks that support the government.

The gentrified areas are quite nice, actually. Sitting in traffic, I saw all the things you see in the nice parts of an America city. There are lots of young childless women. At every intersection is a guy with a beard out for a jog or toting a bike. There are funky eateries and bars with outdoor seating. All of it is mixed in with old houses and old apartment houses that have been renovated enough to warrant a high rent. These days, hipstervilles have young people on scooters dodging traffic.

The Imperial Capital still has its rough areas. I passed through a neighborhood that is probably overrepresented in the crime stats. You can tell you are in a bad neighborhood when you see bars on the second and third floor windows. It’s not that the blacks fear Spider-Man will break into their apartment. Those bars are there to keep the residents from falling out. There was a time, not long ago, when a regular news item was someone falling out of a slum window. Bars solved that problem…

My reason for being in the Imperial Capital is to attend the National Conservatism conference, organized by the Edmund Burke Foundation. This is an group organized by Israeli Zionist Yoram Hazony and some other people brought in for decoration. The stated purpose is to define nationalism for Americans, but the real purpose is to whip up pro-Israel fervor among white Americans. Five minutes in the room and that is amusingly obvious. Bar mitzvahs are less Jewish.

The organizers and most of the attendees would deny this, of course. That is one reason I am here. In dissident circles, there is a debate about what motivates these so-called conservatives. The anti-Semites argue it is part of the master plan executed by Big Nose™ to undermine the Occident. Others say these people are just acting on greed, as being a punching bag for the Left pays well. Still others think these people are not terribly bright, but truly convinced they are involved in a great project.

So far, and I have been here for only an evening, all three are right to some degree. For example, the conference opened with a sermon from someone calling himself David Brog, who was the Executive Director of Christians United for Israel. I call his speech a sermon, as it sounded like something you would hear from a highly animated Protestant minister in another age. Instead of throwing the devil out of the room, however, he demanded that anyone with a hint of racism in their heart leave the room.

For purely aesthetic reasons, I briefly considered making a theatrical exit when he went on his tirade, but I had been drinking for a while and did not trust my judgement. Instead, I scanned the room for reactions. One older guy at my table was deep in prayer. A swarthy young guy, who works for the DOJ, seemed a bit puzzled. A nice Jewish lady from AEI was giddy with excitement. That pretty much describes the room. Some were puzzled by the sermon, while others were in some form of ecstasy.

I would imagine some portion of the puzzled were just as insulted as I was hearing this loon rant and rave about racism. While I am not a racist, I don’t think being one is the worst thing. It’s probably down there with being gay or wearing shorts in winter, as far as character flaws. Even allowing for the cuck’s need to grovel on these issues, his fanaticism was not contrived. Even after all that has happened, these idiots still don’t get it. To be a conservative now is to be a moron…

I drank with a person calling himself Jamie Weinstein, who is both a minor celebrity and some sort of organizer of salons in the city. He talked about all the famous people he has had to his place over the years. He lives in the Ritz-Carlton, so doing whatever it is he does must pay well. That’s something you get used to in the Imperial Capital. You will often run into people living very nice lives, but no obvious source of income. He says he has a podcast and deals in real estate, but neither seemed all that important to him…

The phrase “intelligence community” gets used often in the mass media, but most people just assume it means intelligence services. In reality, the intelligence gathering is done in the social scene, while the processing of it is done by the services. This came home to me when an old acquaintance turned up in the restroom. I had spotted him earlier, but it has been thirty years, so I was not sure if my memory was correct. He looked like a guy I used to know, who worked for a foreign government.

He must have spotted me so he tracked me down on my way to the toilet. He seemed happy to see me and I was happy to know my memory was correct. I asked him what he was up to and why he was at the event. He no longer has an official role with his government, but it was obvious to me that he remains a member of the community, which is why he was at the event. That’s how the spy game works. It is lots of people taking notes in social settings, passing them on to their government…

As far as the conference thus far, imagine if the comment section of Breitbart was a real place and you were sentenced to live in that place. It’s like a cult meeting, where everyone thinks it is 1985. The intent is clear. They hope to reanimate the corpse of Buckley conservatism, by riding the coattails of Trump. From a purely cynical perspective, it is not a bad strategy. Most whites cannot bear to think about the future, so turning their alienation into nostalgia, then monetizing it, is a nice grift….

One final note. Everyone I spoke with at the event talked about themselves as if they were dissidents, dodging the search lights of the man. It’s really weird hearing people talk about how dangerous it is to be a civic nationalist. The event has been highly publicized and is held at a swanky venue in the Imperial Capital. Yet, they really think they are living as underground heretics. They seem to relish this status. Instead of being horrified that their very mild dissent is anathematized, they think it makes them hip and edgy.

In a way, I feel sorry for these people. They are in this room for the same reason I see dissidents at our events. In their daily lives, they are surrounded by radicals who would like to murder the rest of us. In this room they get to let their hair down and be themselves, around people like themselves. For many of them, this is a rare chance to feel like they are not alone. The utter pointlessness of the enterprise goes unnoticed, because it is swamped by the basic desire for fellowship and community…


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AmRen Journal II

Saturday is the long day of the conference. It starts at nine and runs through five, then there is a banquet with a speaker. This year Taylor went with a youth movement for the speakers. Patrick Casey started things off with a talk about his group and what they are doing. Young people are terrible public speakers, because they are inexperienced, and nervous, but Casey delivered a nice professional talk that did not try to do too much.

That’s the key with public speaking. You’re not Cicero or Patrick Henry so don’t try too hard. Make your points, respect the audience and play within yourself. Casey delivered a nice professional speech that covered the material. It suggests he is growing into his role as a leader of his group. There’s nothing wrong with youthful energy, which AIM has in plenty, but there needs to be a steady hand guiding that youthful energy.

It occurred to me, while interacting with the AIM guys, that the biggest challenge they will face is maintaining discipline in the organization. Bring together a bunch of bright young guys and they will come up with a million new ideas. Not all of them will be great ideas, which where guys like Casey need to step in and impose some discipline, in order to keep the groups on the same page and out of dangerous waters.

The trouble, young guys will buck and not want to take direction from the home office on what they are doing locally. Casey is going to have make belonging to his brand so valuable that the local chapters will never consider breaking off on their own, which was an issue with the Identity Europa organization. Casey is a bright guy getting good advice, so they will unriddle it, but it will be a challenge for them in the near term…

John Derbyshire, who gave a talk on his idea of an arctic alliance. It’s a stock talk he has given before in various ways, but with so many new people showing up at these things, it is important they hear the source material for many of the ideas they have found persuasive. His talk was a good counter to the Casey talk, as Derb is more on the philosophy and theory end, while Casey is a retail organizer.

Political theory and meta-politics are important, but they are useless without a retail arm implementing those ideas. At the same time, organizing to gain political power is just barbarism, unless it is toward some larger goal. Power is not an end in itself, but a means to an end. America has rotten elites and they need to be replaced, but their rotten ideas have to be defeated as well. Giving the audience a taste of bother ends of that political teeter-totter was a good way to open the show…

The afternoon session shifted gears a bit. Jared always has at least one speaker discuss events in Europe, which is a great way to add some perspective. As Americans, we often fail to notice what’s happening in the broader world. That’s mostly because our media is all propaganda at this point, but we have always been a provincial people. We have a big country with plenty to keep us busy. Still what’s happening in with regards to the big issues of this age is just as important as what is happening here.

John Morgan from Counter-Currents gave a great talk on Hungary. He is an American, but he spends most of his life in Europe. Oddly, what is happening in Eastern Europe probably has more salience for dissidents than much of what is happening here. In Hungary, they are wrestling with the problems of globalism, nationalism and migration and radical democracy. In a sense, the great fight between globalism and nationalism is being fought in these former Soviet Bloc nations, so it should have our attention…

The dinner speaker was James Allsup, who has a hug YouTube following. I’ve been to a lot of events for all sorts of things and I can count on one hand the number of time I paid attention to a dinner speech. By that stage, I’m tired and ready for a nap. The Allsup speech was great and had my attention throughout. He’s only 23, but handles himself like a veteran on stage. Unlike Nick Fuentes, it seems perfectly natural. I really enjoyed listening to his talk and he is going to be a big star ion this scene for years to come…

Generational politics is a little annoying, because the supposed differences in generations are usually meaningless. Since the middle of the last century, it is mostly a way to keep whites bickering with one another, rather than defending their interests as a group. Something that is different with the next generation though is total comfort with all media. The Millennials grew up consuming product, but the Zoomers have grown up producing product. It’s second nature for them.

I think that may be why we are seeing so many you YouTube stars with a lever of sophistication in their product that seems impossible. Allsup has done a million video and interview by the time he is 23. This young girl calling herself “Soph” is probably a sign of things to come. Producing content is as natural to her as breathing, because she grew up doing it. She’s also consuming content at a rate never seen, so she has internalized ideas it used to years to grasp. The Zoomers are going to be different…

It used to be that countries routinely issued visas to people entering for business or tourism without too much hassle. It was what civilized countries did. On the other hand, the less civilized discouraged visitors. Albania was famous for operating like a hermit colony during the Cold War. Saudi Arabia is known for being unfriendly to visitors, even their fellow Muslims. The rule of thumb was that the openness to tourism was a proxy for the degree of order and civility in the society.

Today, America is now routinely rejecting people from Western countries because of their politics. Greg Johnson’s Canadian video guy was detained by U.S. customs at the airport and then deported, because he was coming to AmRen. He was told he violated the terms of his visa, because he intended to interview people at the event. It is complete nonsense, but they don’t need a reason to reject someone. He was also made persona non grata for five years. This is where we are now in America…

There was a lovely couple from Wisconsin in attendance and we chatted at length about what we need to do and where we want this thing to go. It is a common conversation I have with people new to this stuff and I don’t always have the best answers. I think I may have stumbled upon one this weekend. I said, “The best thing you can do for the cause is bring two of your friends next year.” That really is the right answer, when you step back and look at it. It is our version of “think globally, act locally.”

Everyone has a role to play, but the most important role is for everyone in dissident politics to get creative on red-pilling their friends and family. That means getting together to talk about what works and what does not work. If everyone at AmRen could convert one friend by next year, the event is sold out in weeks, not months. If that keeps happening the thing will not be held in a forest, but on the Capital Mall. In all matters, it is numbers that matter. First we get the numbers, then everything else is possible…

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AmRen Journal I

In order to get to American Renaissance, I have to rent a car and drive about an hour west to the secret location in the forest. It’s not a terrible drive, so I don’t mind it, but I have come to hate dealing with car rental places. For some reason, the Nashville car rental counters are staffed by the worst people they can find. This time I was served by a black guy named Abdul with a strange accent that I could not place.

Abdul had a very bad attitude, but the sort of thing that you see from a sub-Saharan government worker. He carried on like I was disturbing him. He also stopped doing what needed doing every few minutes to stare at women walking past. The weird thing is the whole thing could be automated at this point. Most of it is, but they still have guys like Abdul working the counter for some reason.

The car was not where it was supposed to be, so with the help of guys who looked like extras from a documentary on Hernán Cortés I found the car. It turns out that Abdul is not good with his letters, so he transposed some of them on the paperwork.  I get why many Americans are not troubled by machines taking over these jobs. The machines are more polite and make fewer mistakes…

I took a detour to see the Parthenon, which is a weird landmark in Nashville that I have never seen, despite being here many times. It’s a fun park and I highly recommend it if you are ever in Nashville and want a nice relaxing afternoon. It’s still weird to have a copy of the Parthenon in an Appalachian city, but it is quintessentially American. The answer to “why build a Parthenon in Nashville” is “why not build one?”

The rental car is Hyundai of some sort. It has all of the usual electronics, plus the collision avoidance stuff. Man is that annoying. Every truck that passed too close set of the buzzer. At some point, the car decided I needed to take a break and started beeping, suggesting I pull over for coffee. No kidding. I politely told the car to go screw, but it kept making that suggestion every ten minutes.

I think one reason the word seems like it is going mad, is that it is increasingly becoming idiot proof or at least trying to be idiot proof. Our cars now treat us like children. To a normal person able to navigate the world without help, this is awful. To the dummies, it is manna from heaven, I’m guessing. Still, I’d like to get my hands on the engineer who came up with the idea for the car to recommend coffee breaks…

The first time I attended American Renaissance, I was surprised by the quality of the people, which was most due to my ignorance. It was more like an academic conference than a political event. The point was the attendees were educated, professional and representative of the sort that keep the wheels of this society turning, which was what I found so striking about my first time here.

This time, I’m struck by the youth. I’m 53 so I’m probably a bit more aware of the age in the room these day, but correcting for that, the room is much younger this year. There is a new generation coming into focus here and that is encouraging. Interestingly, there were some father and son attendees. In some cases, it is the father bringing the son along and in others the son bringing the father. That’s another one of those green shoots.

There are more women here than in the past. That’s probably a good thing, but I’m not going to carve that into stone just yet. The Yoko Ono problem is a universal that transcends time and place. Still, the women I met here last night all seem level headed.  Now that Heartiste is in internet gaol, I feel I have to pick up the slack on the wammin issue, so consider this my contribution to the cause. Speedy return Heartiste…

In years past, the socializing has been about the journey to this side of the great divide, with people trading stories about when they were red pilled. This year, at least so far, the talk is all about how to get more people to our side. It’s anecdotal, but it fits in with what I see elsewhere, so maybe there is a trend here. My first guess is that the number of people with their eyes wide open has reached a point where it is no longer seen as unusual…

One last note before I head off to the morning sessions. Coming in yesterday I bumped into Jared Taylor and his fiancée having a walk around the grounds. We chatted for fifteen minutes or so. They wanted to know if I have had any trouble traveling in Europe. I think Jared is still pissed about his banning, which is understandable. It’s not so much the banning, but the slimy way it was done. He expects better from his adversaries.

The fact is though, we are being treated like dangerous revolutionaries for simply wanting what people have taken for granted since the dawn of human settlement. We’re not going to get better adversaries. We’re stuck with the shabby, ruthless and vulgar people who take pleasure in harassing normal people. We have to adjust to that. If we’re going to be treated like revolutionizes, then we best start acting like them…

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Travelogue: Journey’s End

My journey home started at the Helsinki airport. I drove from Turku to catch a noon flight, so I left several hours for the usual nonsense at the airport. I had plenty of time as the process of going through security and passport control was fast and efficient. It’s not like the Finns take a bunch of shortcuts. It’s just that the Finns are smart and sensible, so the people staffing the various posts at the airport are smarter than you’re going to find at an American airport. There is a lightness to it that you don’t see in America.

I had read Ed Dutton’s latest book on the flight over and it occurred to me that a good example of his thesis is the airport comparison. The very basic argument he is making is that the West is getting dumber due to selection pressure working against the traits we associate with general intelligence. As a result, the West is getting less capable. If this process is not arrested, collapse is inevitable. We will not have enough smart people to run the systems of the West, so we will retreat into less complex societies.

The Helsinki airport runs like other airports, but it is run by a people with an average IQ over 100. The Baltimore airport, in contrast, uses the same systems, but it is run by people with an 85-IQ. Now, in fairness, the typical Finn is not working security at their airport, so the average IQ of the staff is certainly below the national average. On the other hand, the management layer at the Helsinki airport is probably a full SD smarter than what you’ll find at a typical American airport, with lots of diversity hires at every level.

In other words, the Helsinki airport is like 1950’s America when all of the important positions were manned by people from the majority population and that majority population was smarter than today. Meanwhile, the BWI airport is future America, maybe not too distant future America, where the important positions are staffed by a hodgepodge of whoever washed up here, managed by a significantly dumber white population, with the help of loads of diversity. The future of the West is the TSA on a bad day…

Leaving Russia by train, you pass through a town called Vyborg. It is an old city, probably founded in the 11th century, but no one knows. It has changed hands many times over the centuries. The Finns, Swedes and Russians have taken turns controlling it. Today it belongs to the Russians and is a craphole. The population has rocket high drug and alcohol abuse, along with the social dysfunction to go with it. The point is the same problems ailing the West are showing up in even the remote parts of the world…

On the train from Helsinki to St. Petersburg, a Finnish passenger pointed out the window at an old dilapidated building just outside the city. He said, “That’s where they held Finns who were being sent to Siberia.” By “they” he meant the Bolsheviks. You get the sense that there remains a strong underlying suspicion and hatred of the Russians….

Watching Russian TV, I saw ads for Kazakhstan. They were hilarious. It was like Borat was hired by their chamber of commerce to create the ads…

Riding the train between Finland and Russia, you get to see the border control of both counties in close comparison. The Finns are professional and clearly trained to evaluate each passenger based on their experience. The Russians are just following a procedure, without putting a ton of thought into it. More important, the Russians operate under much tighter rules. Their superiors don’t trust them to do too much thinking on their own, so they have a rule for every condition. Low trust societies need lots of rules…

The collapse of the Russian collusion myth was hilarious, but the aftermath concealed the real damage that has been done. The Europeans follow the lead of the American media, which means they now have the Russian collusion virus. I saw this show on the BBC, which is supposedly about how the Russians secretly influence European elections through control of dissident politics. It’s every bit as nuts as the Russian collusion nonsense and every bit as damaging to the political culture of the continent…

The scars of socialism can still be seen outside Saint Petersburg. The run down housing blocks and abandoned concrete buildings are a reminder of the failure of greatest and most monstrous social engineering experiments in history. Mixed in with those ugly reminders of the past, there are new housing blocks that look like they are built by people, rather than prison guards. There are even housing tracts that are rather stylish, like an eastern version of an American suburb. Russia is still poor, but it is getting better…

I had the pleasure of spending time with Ed Dutton. He is even more eccentric in real life than you see in his video. He is also razor sharp and very witty. He translated a Finnish speech for me in real time, which was like having Rowan Atkinson explain a speech by elves to the denizens of Middle Earth. Of course, we both had been drinking, so that certainly had something to do with it. You learn a lot about an Englishmen after he has had a few drinks. We are very lucky to have Ed Dutton on our team…

The one thing Europeans struggle understanding is what it is like to live in a city like Baltimore. I was chatting with some people, trying to explain to them how Baltimore can have a crime rate 200 times higher than Finland. They were baffled as to why blacks shoot one another over sneakers. I felt like Rutger Hauer at the end of Blade Runner. “I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Patrol cars on fire off the shoulder of North Avenue. I watched hoppers glitter in the dark near the Hampsterdam Gate…..”

I’ve always been skeptical of the global white nationalist movement, for the simple reason that what ultimately has defined the West is competition between people. The Chinese are smart, smarter than Europeans, but they could not make the great leap out of the Malthusian trap that happened in Europe. The reason is the Han came to dominate their region long ago, so they put their smarts to work concentrating their domain. The Europeans used their smarts competing against one another to dominate Europe.

You see the residue of the competition everywhere you go in Europe, even in the Nordic countries, which are very close ethnically and culturally. There can be cooperation on a range of interests, but ultimately, that cooperation has to be based on ethnic nationalism, not racial solidarity. The Finns have to want to keep their own lands, before they can cooperate with Italians, who want not keep their own lands. Europeans need to love themselves again, before they can come together to defend Europe…