I have been to the Frankfurt airport a number of times, but I have never done any adventurizing in the city itself. It is not a German city high on the tourist list because it was pretty much leveled in the war. When it was rebuilt, it was supposed to be a modern city and the financial hub of the country. Instead of restored old buildings it has all the modern things we expect to see in a modern city. As a result, it has little in the way of tourism, relative to other German cities.

That is not all bad. It is a very convenient city. The train system is efficient and logical, along with being exceptionally clean. I saw one bum in the train station. There are no maniacs pushing people off platforms while the cops look on and laugh. If you drive, parking is a bit of a pain, but that is true in all cities. Street parking is an adventure, but there are plenty of public parking garages. Getting around is not much different from driving in other cities, except the signs are different.

The one big difference from driving in America is petrol is $10/gallon, after you convert from euros to dollars. That was for the cheapest level, which was too good for the Opel that the knock-off car rental place gave us. There is simply no way America could survive fuel prices at those levels. Germans tolerate it, because they are German, and they have no other option. Their political class is as moronic as ours, which means there is no way to vote down gas prices…

I saw fewer mask people in Germany than Iceland. The mask people in Iceland, however, were foreigners, so maybe it evens out. Judging by the airports, the Europeans have fewer mask lunatics than America. It must not have caught on as a subculture with them like it has in America. The good thing about the maskers is that come the revolution, we can find them quickly and send them off to the camps. There is something creepy and weird about people wearing masks in public…

The migrant population in Frankfurt is not what I expected. At the hotel it was all Brazilians working the front desk. The taxi drivers were Poles or Ukrainians, with a smattering of Pakistanis. My guess is the city is built for finance, so the services are for finance people, which makes certain migrants less desirable. Maybe it is just that the guys from MENA and Africa looked at the travel sites and saw that Frankfurt was not a highly rated city, so they went elsewhere.

The presence of Poles and Ukrainians in service sector jobs means service is worse that you find in other European cities. They act like they are doing you a favor and are often deliberately hostile to patrons. The German service workers are the opposite, as they are efficient and polite. They do not have a strong tipping culture in Europe, so that changes the relationship between server and patron. Those who understand Americans, will go the extra mile for you…

Perhaps it was the part of the city, but I did not see a lot of young people out and about in the evening. It was an older crowd. Europeans do tend to go out later and end later than we do in America, even older people. Even so, I did not see any young people anywhere, other than people with small children. There were a lot of people pushing strollers, which is not something you see in American cities. You raise kids in the suburbs in order to get them into better schools…

It was a bit cool one evening so we ducked into a small Christmas market. It is too early for the bigger markets, but there are some small ones. These are open areas ringed by stalls selling food and drink, with lots of Christmas trees. They sell something they call Glühwein, which is what the English call mulled wine. The word means “glow wine” because of how it makes you feel. I am not a wine drinker, and the stuff is as sweet as candy, but it really does hit the spot on a cold night…

The point of being in Frankfurt was to attend the NFL game. Old friends I have not seen in too long converged on the city for the game. I have no interest in the NFL, but it was a good excuse to get together. The city has embraced the NFL for some reason, so it is a good place for the league to hold games. There are social clubs all over for the different teams. We saw one guy who had bought a pickup truck and decorated it with the colors of the Tampa Bay Buccaneers.

It is not just a novelty for them. They have taken the time to learn the rules of the game and they now have youth leagues for football. Colleges now come to Germany to scout for players, mostly linemen. Germans are big people, and they are smart people, so if you need offensive linemen, it is a good place to look. Germans feel a strong connection to the United States. There are a lot of Americans in Germany, so it makes sense that the biggest American sport would take root.

The game was a great time. You take a train to the stadium and along the walk to the facility from the train stop are stands selling beer and food. There is a strong party atmosphere, despite the lack of tailgating. The pre-game had a local hero, Sebastian Vollmer, who played for the Patriots. Then they brought out the cheerleaders, which the Germans girls seem to lover. I saw a lot of pretty German girls dressed as cheerleaders in the game, which is a great idea for obvious reasons.

Just before the game, they played the American anthem. A female soldier performed it and by the time she was finished it was clear she was getting chocked up. That was because the crowd was singing louder than her. It was one of those times when you are reminded that Americans are great people, even if our leaders are the worst people who regularly turn the virtue of patriotism into a vice. Patriotism is a virtue, and your fellow citizens, by and large, are good people.

After the American anthem, they played the German anthem, which surprised me as this is not common custom around the world. The Germans fans seem to have embraced this like they have embraced the NFL. They were loud and enthusiastic for the anthem of their people. It was a good reminder that underneath the silly bubble coats they love wearing, there are the same people who gave the world Mozart, Beethoven, Goethe, and Karl Marx…

At one point during the game, they played what has become the anthem of West Virginia, John Denver’s, Country Roads. I have no idea why they played this song, as one team was from Boston and the other from Indianapolis. The game was being played in a cosmopolitan city in the heart of Europe. The whole crowd erupted and sang it all the way through to the end, even though the game started. I took that as a sign from God that everything is going to be okay…

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An interesting clash of cultures can be observed when you travel from Lagos to Reykjavik on Iceland Air. Baltimore-Washington airport is an interesting scene from an anthropological perspective on a normal day. If you want a glimpse of the future, spend time at the Iceland Air terminal. You will see the highly complex social machine that is a modern airport operated by people who are not very complex.

This was my first time on Iceland Air, at least I think so, but after a while these airlines are seem the same. Prior trips to Iceland were on WoW, the now defunct airline that put the weird into air travel. The other carrier that I have used to Iceland is Aer Lingus, which used to have Reykjavik as a hub. Maybe Iceland Air is a spinoff of that operation as I did not see any Aer Lingus flights to Reykjavik.

Anyway, the line to check in was not too bad, but it still took forty minutes to check my bag and get a boarding pass. They do not have the kiosks like other airlines, but they have lots of diversity. That created trouble at the gate as many people were allowed to take large carry-on bags with them, which the airline prohibits. There were lots of tense conversations at the gate as people were forced to check bags.

I was in line behind to enormous black women. They had with them suitcases the size of my closet, which made some sense, given their size. Those suitcases were in a neon leopard print, which matched their outfits. When they reached the counter, the clerk gushed over their matching outfits and luggage. I could not help but laugh thinking of the reaction on the other end when they arrived in Iceland…

There is a strange aloofness to Icelandic women. They are stunningly beautiful in a Tolkien sort of way. It is the fashion here for women to use makeup to highlight their eyes, which come in a stunning variety of colors. They put on a happy face when talking with you but you get the sense that there is not a lot going on behind those beautiful eyes and exotic looks. The lights are on but no one is home.

I experienced this in Sweden. I drove around the country and saw so many stereotypical Swedish blonds it got a bit boring. The thing that I started to notice was a weird dullness to them. I do not think it is stupidity, but some sort of cultural thing that we do not have in America. I got the sense that Swedish women think men are all slightly ridiculous, so the dull facade is concealing laughter…

Iceland is one of the places I recommend to people looking for their first trip abroad, just behind Ireland. Travel is always stressful, but travel to a foreign land can be intimidating until you get the hang of it. Ireland is the best first trip for Americans because it is the most familiar to them. Everyone speaks English, they understand Americans and they genuinely like American tourists.

Iceland is a good second choice. Everyone speaks English, even if it is with an amusing accent, and they are efficient. Reykjavik airport is great because it is logical and clearly marked and everything works as expected. The rest of the country is the same, so a first-time traveler will not be intimidated. That and the stunning natural weirdness of the place makes for a great first experience abroad…

Iceland is a great test case for the HBD people. They used to write about it a lot because it is a proof of concept. Take a group of people and plop them down on a remote island and let nature take its course. Icelanders are the most studied people on the planet, as their entire population has been DNA tested. In a way, this volcanic island in the North Atlantic is one big science experiment.

You can see this in the language. The people who settled the island spoke Old Norse primarily, but some other people were in the mix. The language then evolved into its current form, mostly due to the people meeting at the Althing, which was something like a primitive parliament. This allowed the language to evolve quickly, becoming distinct from other Scandic languages, but also become the official language of the island.

There is no point in you learning Icelandic, so if you decide to make the trip here just learn how to say “thank you” and “pardon me.” Learning how to say “thank you” in the local tongue solves most problems. The rest can be solved by learning how to say “pardon me” so you can ask for help. It shows the proper respect without annoying the locals with your terrible version of their language…

It has been months since I have had a beer and I do not miss it. The blood pressure is now stead at 100/70, so that is good. I did miss beer on the flight. In the past, I would have a couple beers prior to boarding the plane, so then I would sleep the whole way over the Atlantic. Overnight planes are weird places when you are awake to see what your fellow passengers are doing…

The blackwashing of ads we see in America has become a joke, but you really noticed the absurdity of it abroad. At the airport I saw an ad posted featuring a black guy and a Swedish looking woman. Iceland is a tiny island filled with white people, but they have to do this stuff anyway. You can be sure there are Icelandic women who think that the real strength of Iceland is its diversity…

I was chatting with someone along the way who is a work at home person now, so he is a work from the road person. There is a fair bit of that now. In every airport you can hear people doing regular work sitting on the floor of the terminal. I bring all of my work stuff with me when I travel. A world run by rootless people doing their work over the internet from wherever they happen to be at the time is going to have an impact…

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At an event like Mencken, you can see why conservatism failed. Way back when the founders of Buckley conservatism were plotting their way forward, they started with the assumption that the majority of Americans agreed with them. The two problems they faced were that the Left would claim the intellectual high ground, thus bullying enough people into going along with liberal reform ideas. They also faced the problem of getting their people out to vote. They needed to mobilize the majority.

The solution was an effort to build a movement that would do three things. One it would raise money from wealthy white people. Then it would use that money to build out an intellectual framework from which to confront the Left on intellectual terms. Then it would use the ideas cooked up by those think tanks to rally conservative people in support of those policies. The Right would have better ideas and better mobilization.

This strategy always had an internal conflict. On the one hand, the Right was going to cut through the Left’s heated rhetoric with facts and reason. You still see that today when Ben Shapiro puts on his Spock ears and tries to sound like an intellectual. The central claim of his act is that you must put aside your passion. The trouble is, that directly conflicts with mobilization efforts, which are always going to be an emotional appeal for people to put aside reason and act on their passions.

The resolution to this conflict was to sublimate emotional appeals to the intellectual arguments of the Right. At a conference like Mencken, which is still rooted in the conservative habits, the speeches are all recitations of facts, empirical examinations of the Left’s arguments and appeals to the reason of the audience. The only place you see emotion is outrage at the excesses of the Left. There’s a pride in not allowing that outrage to infiltrate the arguments made on behalf of conservative issues.

That was an effective approach, in a country that was close to 90% white, which was America in the 20th century. The conservative movement turned the GOP from a minority party into the majority. By the 1990’s, even Democrats like Bill Clinton were ready to declare big government dead. Then the effects of demographic replacement started to show up at the ballot box. That overwhelmingly white majority began to decline, so those appeals to reason had a shrinking audience.

That is why Buckley conservatism is dead. It turns out that there are no sound empirical reasons to defend your homeland, at least not ones that will cause men to sacrifice for the effort. Those arguments need passion, not four color graphs with supporting tables and citations. The answer to the Left’s demand for immigration was not a tweedy intellectual, but a man with passion for his people and his way of life, willing to rally his people to do what must be done to defend those lands…

An odd thing I just noticed this weekend is the difference in how academics do public speaking versus the private sector. Academics read their prepared remarks, usually looking down at the lectern. In the corporate world, speakers memorize their speeches, maybe using some notes to jog the memory, but otherwise look at the audience as they are speaking. You’re taught to scan the audience to match the cadence of you speech, so it looks like you are talking to each person directly.

Now, the issue may simply be that in the corporate world, speakers tended to be trained to speak by professional public speakers. In my time in that world, I went to plenty of classes on speaking, interviewing, presenting and so on. My guess is few academic take a public speaking course. Instead they just do what all the other academics do, so it has become the custom. Maybe the audience drives it. Academics may prefer to hear speeches read from text, so that’s why it is done…

At the after-party, I was reminded why right-wing resistance to the Left has always fallen to pieces on contact with the Left. Even in a crusty fringe crowd like at Mencken, there is a weird pride in no one toeing the company line. The Left never tolerates free thinkers, which is why they can maintain disciple. The Right has always assumed that the ideological discipline of the Left is a vice, so they have made sure to have a diversity of opinion. The sperg army will never be a match for the Left.

This is, of course, the result of generations of conditioning as to what it means to be right-wing. Instead of being a stand-alone, positive set of beliefs and aspirations, it is a laundry list of complaints about the Left and a determination to be the mirror image of what is understood to be left-wing at the moment. To be a right-winger is to never impose discipline on the ranks, so everyone is free to be an army of one. The Left, of course, is then free to pick them off one by one…

The main reason to go to these events is the social aspects. In my case, it is an opportunity for readers and listeners to meet me. Given the interactive nature of this form of media, I’m just as curious to meet readers, as I have interacted with many of them for years now. The thing I was thinking about on the way home is that I’ve never met a reader who is less interesting in person than their on-line character. It speaks to the superficiality of internet culture. On-line, we’re two-dimensional.

That is why the Left works so hard to keep us from meeting in real life. When like-minded people get together, socialize and talk about the issues, it raises morale and it builds social capital. That’s the force multiplier the Left fears most, because they lack it in their own ranks. Their discipline is fueled by rage and self-abnegation. Social capital is like a fuel that creates more of itself as it burns. That’s why they work so hard to keep us as atomized strangers living in our bespoke silos on-line…

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The Mencken Club is a different sort of affair than most of the dissident events you will attend, as it is older and more academic than most. The host, Paul Gottfried, a retired college professor and current editor of Chronicles, runs it like an academic conference you would have experienced a generation ago. That is, it is speeches and presentations around a topic, about which the speakers do not all agree. The idea is to give the attendees a range of opinions on the topic that is the theme of the event.

Of course, it is an older crowd. Most of the people involved in organizing are seniors, who were in the paleoconservative movement a generation ago. The event tends to focus on what went wrong with conservatism, as many of the people involved were purged by Buckley at some point. It is fair to say that they would like to see Conservative Inc. burn to the ground. As a result, there is a nostalgic quality to the event, as they tend to talk a lot about people and events from the past.

At dinner on Friday night. Paul Gottfried gave the opening talk and he was followed by someone calling himself Ed Martin. He is President of the Eagle Forum Education & Legal Defense Fund. He is also something of a curator of the life and times Phyllis Schlafly. His talk was mostly about Schlafly, but he also got into current politics a bit and it was an interesting reminder of just how detached the old conservative movement is from current reality. The word delusional kept coming to mind.

He kept insisting that the way forward was to keep pressing the old conservative agenda and that would overcome demographic reality. He thinks there are lots of votes out there just waiting for someone pitching conservatism. During the Q&A I was tempted to “groyper” him with a tough question about demographic reality, but I thought better of it. I realized that those nodding along were never going to face up to reality, so there would be no point in pressing the guy on the issue.

Sitting there as he talked about the conservative message, I realized that where “our thing” is going is out there beyond where the conservatives ran out of road. Every day, more and more people are realizing that the future in this land is never going to be like the past, so it is time to find an approach that fits the times. Guys like Ed Martin are sincere people, who mean well, but they are yesterday men who prefer to think about the past so they don’t have to think about the future…

The way these things work is there is a registration and cocktail reception then the dinner around 7:00 PM. I got my name tag and was chatting with Paul, when a very lovely young woman walked past. These affairs tend to be almost all male and this one is all older males, so it was good to see an attractive young woman. This is true of the more dissident events as well. There are plenty of women on this side of the great divide, but they don’t turn up at these events for whatever reason.

Anyway, a few minutes later she came up to us and introduced herself as a reader. I’m always flattered when people tell me they are fan. She is a very smart and interesting, so we chatted for a while. One of the things she brought up was how people she knows have the one exception to biology in their life. These people would join our team, but they have that one exception to the rule that keeps them tethered to the normie side of the great divide. It’s the old NAXALT problem.

NAXALT stands for “Not All (X) Are Like That” with X being some natural demographic grouping of people. It is the mistaken belief that because you can find one exception to the rule, that the general rule is invalid. For example, not all immigrants vote Democrat, so the observation that immigrants overwhelmingly support Democrats is somehow not true, despite the data. This is, of course, most commonly found when talking about the complexion of crime statistics. Ben Carson is more powerful that Table 43.

One suggestion I made was to explain the NAXALT fallacy in a different context that does not have the same emotional baggage. Instead of taking the issue head on, approach it from the direction of other non-political stuff. Re-condition their minds to accepting that exceptions don’t change the general rule. More important, we tend to live by the general rule. Once your normie friend is used to accepting the general rule in all other issues, they will be more prepared to accept it in our issues…

The event is smaller this year. I suspect the actuarial tables are more to blame than anything else. There’s also the fact that the paleos never did a good job courting young people into their ideas. In the 1980’s, when the great schism on the Right became obvious, the Buckley side was the cool and hip side, which naturally attracted the young people, while the paleo side was for our parents. It is a lesson that dissidents need to accept when it comes to organizing ourselves. We have to be intergenerational.

In fact, I’m increasingly convinced that we have to make an effort to tamp down the generational politics. I like a good Boomer joke as much as the next guy, but generational squabbling is just another form of brother war. The young guys in this thing are the future, but they cannot have a future without older generations to offer up advice and honest appraisals of their own past efforts. My generation was never going to amount to much, but we can be a cautionary tale for the next generation…

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A local group had a get together and invited me to join them. The organizer is someone I had met at American Renaissance last spring, so we got to know one another socializing that weekend. He is the leader of a local group that used to be part of Identity Europa, but is now affiliated with American Identity. That’s the group Patrick Casey run to help local groups organize. I’m committed to supporting the local organizations as best I can, so I make arrangement to fly in on Saturday.

Because I have a tight schedule, I booked an early flight out of Lagos to Oklahoma City and then back to Lagos. Given that the main even was Saturday evening and would go to around midnight, it meant little sleep over a 24-hour period. The flight out of OKC was 5:00 AM, which meant getting to the airport around 3:30. That meant staying up until it was time to head for the plane. Taking a two-hour nap in the middle of the night is a good way to miss your flight, so I pulled the all-nighter.

I’ve always been amazed at my ability to run on limited sleep. Friday night I got about four hours sleep, as I had to be the Lagos airport at 5:00 AM to park and get through the security. I took a nap on the plane for a couple hours, but once I was on the ground in OKC, I went all the way through until the next morning. That’s six hours sleep in a 48-hour period. I don’t know many people who can function on so little sleep, but this has been a thing for me since I can remember. I don’t sleep very much…

I think if I was tasked with fixing the nation’s airports, the first thing I would do is ban carry-on bags larger than a small bag. No backpacks or roller bags. I bet half the hassle of loading a plane is idiots trying to drag a steamer trunk on to the plane. I saw a guy with a backpack so big it looked like he was setting off to climb Everest. He also had a big roller bag. Assuming normal clothing needs, that guy was lugging around at least a week’s worth of clothes, even assuming some heavy winter gear.

I think the second change I’d make is to put a weight factor on the ticket. Maybe call it a piggyback tax, just to be clever. I sat next to a 300-pound women coming out of OKC, who slopped over the seats on either side. I had the window, which meant I did not have use of my right arm, because her blubber had it pinned to my side. I’m not a body negative type, but her life choices end up taxing the rest of us on the plane. She should have to pay kicker based on her gravitational pull or maybe just her weight…

In Oklahoma City, I met up with the guys and the great Jared Taylor for a tour of the National Cowboy & Western Heritage Museum. This is not something I would have done on my own, as I assumed it would be a small local thing. It turns out to be a big sprawling complex with exhibits on everything you can imagine that is related to cowboy culture and the American West. It is fair to say it a comprehensive collection of exhibits on the topic. They even exhibits from popular culture like movies and music.

The funny thing though is they have been instructed to decorate the place with the symbols of multiculturalism. We forget that Native Americans were the first token of multiculturalism in America. Slobbering over Indians is something you see in the parts of the country with connections to the Old West. The Museum is festooned with Indian stuff as a result. It also has blacks, women and Hispanics, so if you are from the east Coast, they have all the politically correct stuff you have come to hate….

The guy were all young, which is something I find a bit amusing. I’m becoming a senior man in dissident politics. Ten years ago the voices of dissident politics were paleocons like Steve Sailer and John Derbyshire. Now I’m the old guy in the room. In fact, at the dinner I was the second oldest person in the room. Jared Taylor was the only guy older than me. I don’t get hung up on the age thing and I enjoy being around bright young guys who are way more advanced than I was at that age. It’s encouraging.

The event itself was nice. I like casual affairs, as it is the social aspect that matters more than the speeches. In addition to the organizer, Patrick Casey and Jared Taylor were there to give a talk. I gave a talk on some items I covered in a podcast. I’m a not great at speech-making, but I’m not the worst. I think it was good enough to make the points I needed to make. I think I’ll repeat some of it this week in the podcast and expand on some topics are wanted to cover but did not have time…

All-in-all it was a great trip and the sort of thing that is good for the dissident soul, which is why I highly recommend building local groups. The place to start is the event that exist like Mencken and American Renaissance. It was at AmRen I met the Oklahoma boys and that’s how I found myself speaking to their group. Having a circle of fellow travelers with who you have regular meetings and social interaction is the way forward for dissidents. It’s great to see our young guys carrying that forward.

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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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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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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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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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