I gave a long interview to Liv, the founder of the Internet site whitedate.net. Her objective is to help white people meet, marry and have children.
There is a strong risk I will be called a racist for suggesting that people choose a marriage partner of their own race. Such risk uniquely affects us white people. Chinese, Japanese and Jews have always wanted their children to marry their own kind. But the assumption about us whites is that if we prefer our own, we are somehow prejudiced against the rest.
Eugyppius, a German academic who had an extended stint teaching at an elite American university, has a long piece today entitled Racism is an incoherent, stupid and dangerous concept. Nevertheless, as Liv and I discuss, it has a stranglehold on academia in both countries. I cannot repeat often enough how avoiding it is worth putting up with a few of Putin’s rockets.
The essence of my thoughts in the interview is that genetically related people understand one another better. Such understanding is essential, given the vast gulf between men and women in the first place. Having been previously married to a Vietnamese and a half-Japanese, I am in an excellent position to comment.
In the interview I referred to several books that support that notion: On Genetic Interests, The Uniqueness of Western Civilization, and Individualism and the Western Liberal Tradition. One I missed was The WEIRDest People in the World.
With some trepidation, I will mention Whitedate in our Toastmasters meeting tomorrow. Although I do not know of any member of our club who has dated any other than white people, they have been sufficiently brainwashed in western Goodthink that they may be uncomfortable acknowledging such a preference. But I forge ahead. Those we know that have married Brits, Greeks, Germans and Spaniards seem content. I assume their husbands are also. More should try it.
Last week I ran into a trio of Internet trolls. Sean McNallen constantly extolled the Russians on my blog. rrodynmac could not tolerate my refusal to answer his taunts on the Interest of Justice blog, and another troll’s posts have been since deleted by blog owner Sebastian Jensen.
I get few enough comments that I don't erase these trolls, simply tolerate them. As I wrote to streamfortyseven, who suggested that I drop the hammer on him, in a pun appreciated by none, I operate “with mallets towards none.” I notice, as you can verify by clicking on the links above, that trolls rarely make any posts of their own. Their joy in life seems to come from attacking people who have something to say.
They are impervious to being snubbed or ridiculed. They never display an iota of irony or humor. As you can see, replying to their posts is an absolute waste of energy.
What they certainly do not respond to is being made fun of, which I attempt to do in this bit of doggerel that took an hour or so to compose. I'll keep it on hand, to improve and use again as appropriate. I would be tickled to death to accept your suggestions how to tweak or amend it. NB: Substack comments don't handle formatting well. That's why the -o-o- are there.
Every comment I make on Substack
Seems to prompt an attack
From some lonely incel
Living under mom's spell
In the cellar of her shack-o-o-
He extols the virtues of Russia
And says "They're gonna crush-ya"
He'd make you believe
It's next week in Kyiv
Right after they take Odessya-o-o-
He quotes shirtless he-man Putin
Whose three-inch manhood he's tootin
"Better hop a caboose
Go, scram, vamoose
I'm riding into town a-shootin'"-o-o-
He's had one girl before
Miss August, 1984
But her picture's a mess
Which stains, you can guess
Sad, Playboy now costs so much more-o-o-
He used to play video games
To amuse himself in-between flames
But Pong's obsolete,
Tetris won't let him cheat
So now it's me that he blames-o-o-
He's always seeking a fight
Calls whoever he meets a Semite
Must be we're all Chosen
Cause wherever he goes in
Everyone else is more bright.
That's the news from Lake WeBeGone, where the strong man is extremely happy to report that there is another pregnancy among the families we know through Toastmasters. Just as war in the '40s prompted our soldiers to get on with having babies before shipping overseas, our members seem to be rising to this occasion.
While not as elegant as "with mallets toward none", "our members seem to be rising" has that vintage Hefneresque ring to it, in keeping with your verse's reference thereto.
I use trolls like McNallen for inspiration - I put my replies to him in a substack post - here: https://streamfortyseven.substack.com/p/a-reply-to-an-irish-duginist-neo - referring to him as a poor deluded sap and a Neo-Bolshevik Putinist/Duginist - but not by name... He seems to be a big fan of Dugin and Dugin's Substack. Arktos Journal - to which I subscribe (free, not paid) as well. Dugin is as ponderous in English as he is in Russian, but he's the perfect sort of writer to snow people like Tucker Carlson - who interviewed him - with a snowstorm of Alt-Right/fascist intellectualism. Reading Dugin is like reading Mein Kampf (been there, done that) and it's really along the same lines, the German flavor of fascism rather than the Italian one although Dugin cites Evola as a primary source. Dugin would be totally down with the RuSich/Sonnenrad types.
Your pun brings the game of croquet to mind... A good shot, knocking him into foul territory which is where he belongs... lol. I was thinking more along the lines of "The Stark Fist of Removal" -https://www.subgenius.com/bigfist/fistclutch.html