Keith Preston

Teollisen vallankumouksen alusta 1700-luvun lopulla ja 1800-luvun alussa aina toista maailmansotaa edeltäneeseen suureen talouslamaan saakka pysyvin sisäinen konflikti länsimaissa on ollut se, jota tuolloin kutsuttiin ”sosiaaliseksi kysymykseksi”. Teollistuminen ja talonpoikaisluokan osattomuus maaomaisuuden yksityistämisen aikana loivat teollistuvien kansakuntien keskuuteen pysyvästi kurjistuneista työläisistä kooostuvan valtavan proletaariluokan sekä yhteiskunnalliset olot, jotka tämän luokan kasvusta seurasivat.


by Buffalo Jenkins

One of the problems I wrestle with personally since opening my eyes to the realities of political and natural life is the following conundrum: can western civilization BE saved?

After reading The Decline of the West (1922) by Oswald Spengler, I accepted his theory as sound that civilizations are like living things: they are born, have a peak period, and an eventual lingering decline and death. If we accept his theorem then we are looking at being locked into irreversible decline regardless of what we do, so that even if we weren’t facing outsider invasion via immigration, falling birth rates due to feminism, and our host of other problems, we would merely be declining in some other fashion. The West as a concept and as a civilization, is doomed. One way or another.


Al principio, lo aguantas porque está ahí, pero después de un rato te empieza a hinchar las bolas y se hace más y más irritante: Izquierda – esto, Derecha – lo otro, Nueva Izquierda – esto, Derecha Alternativa-lo otro, blá, blá, blá, etc. etc., ad infinitum – y un bostezo eterno.

Todo empieza en la Convención Nacional Francesa (o algo así) en los días de la Revolución –Googléenlo; no me jodan – cuando, supongo yo, que todos los revoltosos se sentaron en el lado izquierdo de la sala (¿pero cuál izquierda, su izquierda o la izquierda del acomodador?) y todos los giles amables con debilidad por el rey se sentaron a la derecha.


In this vlog, Alt Right co-editor Andy Nowicki walks the line between insufferable Jew-love and inveterate Jew-hate.


Ajelet Šaked: „Izrael má morální právo zabíjet
palestinské matky, protože rodí háďata.“
Autor: Colin Liddell

Možná bych měl načrtnout graf, ale chytří ho beztak nepotřebují – stačí jim napovědět: „Když se počty obětí pohybují jen ve stovkách, na PR sakra záleží.“ Což se vztahuje i na další špinavou pohraniční válku Izraele v Gaze.

Ať už se v následujících dnech a týdnech odehraje cokoliv, v jistém bodě v budoucnosti se izraelští Židé probudí do mírového rána – možná i s písničkou. Gaza – se svými přelidněnými slumy a doutnající nenávistí k nim – bude ale stále tady, dýchající stejný vzduch, a stejně tak Palestinci na Západním břehu a další miliony v palestinských uprchlických táborech vně izraelských hranic.


Thinking it isn't the same as doing it.

Maybe I should draw a graph, but intelligent people don't need one. All they need is a word to the wise and that word is: "When the death toll is only in the hundreds, PR matters a hell of a lot." So, it is for Israel in its latest messy little border war in Gaza.

The fact is that whatever happens in the next few days and weeks, at some point in the future the Jews of Israel are going to wake up to peace and possibly bird song, but Gaza with its teeming slums and festering loathing for them will still be there, breathing the same air – and so will the Palestinians on the West Bank, and the millions of Palestinians camped around the borders of Israel (or Palestine as they will continue to call it).


Lights going out for Griffin.

After his election defeat in the recent European elections, Nick Griffin has resigned as Chairman of the BNP; and the party's National Organiser, a former County Durham teacher, Adam Walker, has replaced him.

As a sop to his ego, Griffin has reportedly become "Party President." Apparently, this was all agreed at a meeting of the party's executive body last weekend, much to the disgust of some grassroots members upset at the leadership's failure to consult what remains of the party's dwindling membership.


You may or may not be old enough to remember when the Internet was a new thing, but for a long time, web pages were not considered “credible” sources. If you were a serious person trying to make a serious point, you cited books, academic journals, established magazines and venerable old newspapers.


The band MAGIC!, whose song "Rude" currently rules the charts 

I am no expert on men’s issues, nor can I realistically claim to major in manliness, but still I venture to declare that the success of “Rude,” a song now gaining extensive airplay, unintentionally underscores a prominent crisis in modern-day masculinity.


Whenever a major sporting event comes along, the progressive media always has a desired narrative. So it was with the recent World Cup, where it was widely hoped that a racially mixed team would win, proving once again the all-conquering power of 'diversity.' Alas, when Brazil crashed to its 1-7 defeat against Germany in the semi-final, the desired narrative took a severe beating and started coughing up blood.

In its own way, the German team was also quite diverse, but not in the same flashy, frizzy manner as Brazil. Among its blond Aryan ranks it also boasted a Turk (Ozil), a half-Tunisian (Khedira), and even a Black player – well, half-black (Boateng). But overall the team looked White, and, worse than that, they played with Teutonic precision rather than the carefree carnival spirit expected from a truly ‘diverse’ team; in short, unsuitable poster boys for the progressive fantasy.


Human reality is separate from cosmic reality because human minds are closed systems. If the human does not force his mind to perceive the external and make his analytical decisions based on that, his mind will form a feedback loop where it merely echoes back to itself as 'truth' that which it wishes to be true.

In The Republic, Plato recounts a debate between Socrates and other Greeks. One holds that justice is found through power alone, and another holds that justice lies in not harming others at all. Socrates finds a happy medium: "good to the good, and bad to the bad," and explores that as the basis for a better morality.


The shooting down/crash of a Malaysia Airlines (yes, them again) plane over the disputed Eastern Ukraine has got the conspiracy theory bandwagons rolling again. There are three main theories:
  • It was an accident
  • Russia did it
  • The Ukrainians did it
Whichever view you are drawn to, will of course simply be reflecting your emotional disposition to the various actors in the above list.


George Orwell, in 1984, described a chaotic world of perpetual warfare: a large part of the planet was forever fought over and constantly changing hands, with the lives of the inhabitants assigned minimal value.


Border security talks in DC; wary eyes over the Rio Grande
Ethnic chauvinism is an irritating and at times repulsive trait, but ethnomasochism is a thoroughly contemptible affliction. If the former tendency runs the risk of dehumanizing those outside of one’s own group, and ignoring crucial commonalities due to the horseblinding effect that accompanies the inculcation of extreme prejudice, its antithetical opposite proclivity leads a person to feel unreasonably righteous by hating his own kind. That is, it causes one to feel morally upright by embracing treachery, a trait universally regarded as morally loathsome in nearly any other context.


China—Too Big and Non-White to Oppose

I’m going to do something radical and completely out of character; I’m going to cut Zionist Jews and Israel some slack! You heard me right. Is it because I’ve come to embrace organized Jewry and Israel? Is it because I somehow believe that Israel is in fact not guilty of its various crimes against humanity? No and no. I’m doing it because liberal Zionists are actually correct when they insist that the far left and various Social Justice Warriors are hypocrites when they single out Israel for special condemnation. I guess the blind squirrel can find the nut every now and then.


A Personal History of Moral Decay
by Bradley Smith
Nine-Banded Books, 312 Pages

Reviewed by Matt Forney

How exactly does a man find his calling in life? Is it through constant soul-searching? A near-death experience? A certain feeling that just comes from deep inside? Who knows? All I know is that Bradley Smith’s A Personal History of Moral Decay is about precisely this. While on the surface it presents itself as Smith’s personal memoirs, a collection of vignettes spanning nearly fifty years of his life, the real story is about his lifelong search for purpose.

And while Smith did find his muse, it took him well into middle age to get there.

And yes, this is the same Bradley Smith who’s made a career out of Holocaust revisionism, the same guy who wrote The Man Who Saw His Own Liver. It’s not spoiling too much to state that Smith chose challenging the mainstream Holocaust narrative as his purpose in life. Smith himself doesn’t even write about it too much; the bulk of the book is concerned with his tumultuous journey there.


Alternative Right co-editor and author Andy Nowicki is joined by Takimag editor and author Ann Sterzinger to discuss the joys and perils of independent publishing and free inquiry in an age of rampant illiteracy and crushing conformity. Ann and Andy talk about Ann's latest venture, Hopeless Books, where the second edition of Andy's book The Doctor and the Heretic has just been published.


The Eagle has landed.

There are only two factors that unite Brazil – the Portuguese language and their pride in their 'national' football ("soccer") team. Almost everything else – regional rivalries, racial differences, economic inequalities, and diverse climate zones – drives the nation apart. Even Catholicism, since the inception of Liberation Theology, has become more of a divisive force. It is interesting, therefore, to consider what effect their drubbing at the hands of Germany in the World Cup semi-finals will have on the nation.

It is also interesting to ponder on the cultural semantics of an overtly German team – even one that isn't quite pure itself – crushing a team that is a kind of poster child for the great multiracial hybrid future that we are all supposed to stroll willingly towards. Alas the main talisman of this mongrelized team, Neymar, a mixed race player with naturally kinky hair who has straightened and dyed his hair blond, couldn't make the game due to his injury in Brazil's quarter-final victory over Colombia – a somewhat darker version of themselves.


by Frank Phillips

I would like to add my thoughts on the "majority of Muslims are peaceful" claim, and explain why it is pure fantasy.


“'If this is grace,' he muttered through clenched teeth, 'then why does it feel like Hell?'”  “Tears of the Damned: A Counterfactual Tale”
“Turning a page in Huxley you say, ‘There but for the grace of God…’ — and suddenly you wonder whether Divine Grace has intervened in time.”  Charles J. Rolo, The World of Aldous Huxley, “Introduction”
No sooner has the world had the chance to digest The Columbine Pilgrim (fat chance, that) than Andy Nowicki, like a demented TV cooking contestant, pops up with this poisonous little amuse-bouche.


Jacob Zuma of the ruling ANC party

A government which represents a regime, meaning not to serve its purpose as government for the existing term but with the calling to transform the entire society, rules not so much through brutal force, but through the control of the public debate and of certain key terms.

Of course, most regimes sugarcoat their hard ideology with nice-sounding words and catch-phrases, so that their ideological goals will sound innocent and benign. In contemporary South Africa, the African National Congress (ANC), which has ruled South Africa since 1994, boasts of having freed the black majority of apartheid and white minority oppression. The ANC's representatives continually regurgitate a variety of such words that have been stripped of their original meaning, in order to sell a left-wing ideology. In his famous book 1984, George Orwell used the name “newspeak” for such ideologically-twisted words, which frequently mean the very opposite of what they seem to mean. Here are a few of the ANC’s most popular “newspeak” words:


by Dota

The word alpha is bandied about on every far flung corner of the manosphere and PUA universe. The alpha is emulated as the paragon of manliness where every ‘beta’ and ‘omega’ strives to be an alpha, but for all the wrong reasons as we shall see. Who is an Alpha male? According to many in the PUA community (whom I do not affiliate with), an alpha is the archetypal masculine man who is cool, confident, and is irresistible to women. Men want to be alphas so that they can have access to an inexhaustible supply of poon. But is this all there is to it? I tend to believe that Alphas have certain character traits that are innate or that one acquires with years of disciplined self improvement. For the purpose of this post, I’m going to rely on cultural references (TV/Books) as it makes the portrait easier to sketch.


Our problem is that our people have lost the reason to unite and stay together. This often happens with majority groups, unlike the envious minorities who want to take power from them. Because we already have the power, we have turned to other things for our quest in life, things which are more specific to the individual, things that divide us and weaken us.

The ultimate consequences of our present trajectory are extremely negative, but it is hard to get people to recognize this simply by pointing out negatives. These are obscured by the ambiguities of the future and human psychological traits, like time preference habits, which focus on immediate positives at the expense of distant negatives.

In order to move people you need to recognize this simple rule: people respond more to visions of a possible future that is good than to warnings about the negative results of present day actions. Quite simply, you have to show them an ideal of what is better, because, by the principle of competition, people will pick whatever offers them a better way of life.


More than living 
by Gwendolyn Taunton

If the industrious man, through taking action,
Does not succeed, he should not be blamed for that –
He still perceives the truth.

                     The Sauptikaparvan of the Mahābhārata (2,16)

If we could select a single aspect by which to define Julius Evola, it would have been his desire to transcend the ordinary and the world of the profane. It was characterized by a thirst for the Absolute, which the Germans call mehr als leben – “more than living.” This idea of transcending worldly existence colours not only his ideas and philosophy, it is also evident throughout his life which reads like a litany of successes. During the earlier years Evola excelled at whatever he chose to apply himself to: his talents were evident in the field of literature, for which he would be best remembered, and also in the arts and occult circles.


The following piece was originally published in 2013; it then disappeared ignominiously, along with many other documents, when the Christmas Day Purge took place; it is hereby snatched from oblivion, in all of its morose splendor, and brought again to your attention, by unpopular lack of demand. - A.N.


In the echoing cadences of popular music, the alienated soul finds both the temporary buzz of entrancement and the all-too-familiar drone of his own spiraling hollowness. Hungering and thirsting for a sense of connection, for the comforting if illusory sensation that he is in fact, not alone, he instead most often detects sure affirmation of his utter isolation. Yet the hope always remains as insistent as the hooks of the songs which at first inexplicably captivate and compel his jaded heart. He may just be a thoroughgoing hopeless romantic beneath it all, but that doesn’t stop him from perpetually detecting the bullshit of romance.


The Engelman controversy has been interesting. Not since watching Busby Berkeley’s Babes on Broadway (1941) have I seen so many knees jerk in unison. The hatred of Engelman, a poor soul who is driven to live his life on comment boards, is clearly palpable, like an open wound or a grisly, throbbing case of butt hurt.