Showing posts with label Miley Cyrus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Miley Cyrus. Show all posts

PODCAST 3: 2013 IN REVIEW


Andy and Colin are joined once again by Charles to take a look back at the "Year of the Snake" as it starts to slither out of sight. Among the talking points are MSNBC's attack on NPI and Alternative Right, the steady growth of Euro-nationalism, the suicide of Dominique Venner, the superpower showdown over Syria, the rise of Bitcoin, the successful NPI Conference in Washington, the death of Margaret Thatcher, and Miley Cyrus's over-active tongue.



Originally published on the 28th of December, 2013, and then hosted on our SoundCloud page until August, 2017, when SoundCloud shut the page down without any communication with us. Boycott SoundCloud.

#PIZZAGATE AND POPULAR CULTURE

Pizza Kate: Katy Perry models a pizza-print onesie 


Many have derided the current #pizzagate conspiracy craze, calling it a sham, a "trap," a hoax, a "psy-op," and other, similarly dismissive epithets.

Among the establishment press—better known these days as the “Mockingbird media” or by the colorful German handle Lugenpresse, (“lying press”)—the true scandal of #pizzagate has nothing to do with elite child sex trafficking allegations, but with the promulgation of so-called “fake news,” a new and quite obnoxious meme hypocritically pedaled by the very gaggle of well-paid phonies and flatulent frauds whose rampant dishonesty has been so savagely exposed of late.

"IT'S OUR LAND; WE CAN DO WHAT WE WANT!"

Orit Arfa, Settler Slut for Greater Israel


Last year, following her now-infamous appearance on the VMAs, both co-editors of Alternative Right weighed in on Miley Cyrus's pop-culture galvanizing antics, which could be summarized as a liberal indulgence in "retarded sexuality and bad poetry," as one notable critic of the legendary Brit-metal band Spinal Tap might have put it.


THE WILY SHITENESS AND SLYLY WHITENESS OF MILEY CYRUS



Well done, Miley. You've finally done it. I was trying to ignore you, like all the rest of the dross and mulch that is forced through the rotting intestines of the frankly dead music industry, but your latest little vid seems to have snaggled onto the broken shards left by the departed consciousness of Western civilization and has gone viral, so you must be doing something right, you little minx!

IN THE THICKE OF THE TWERK



Folks have reportedly been shocked and shattered by the aesthetic grotesqueries displayed by Miley Cyrus’s full-throttle sexed-up meth-bimbo act at the MTV Video Music Awards last Sunday. But the onstage schtick she stuck in the nation’s face during her performance of the vacuously generic party-anthem We Can’t Stop isn’t anything new; I caught the dubious scent a few days ago when I came across the bizarre video for this inexplicably chart-topping single, which, far from being sexily hedonistic, is downright creepy in its unsparing depiction of youthful degradation. (See also Colin Liddell's useful analysis of the video.)

Gone are the Daisy Duke shorts, the lustrous locks and the winsome eyes of Miley in her Party in the U.S.A. teen-tease phase. Even the smokin’ hot jailbait seductress look of Can’t Be Tamed is nowhere to be seen. What we have here is an entirely different vibe from anything that preceded it in the Miley canon, from Hannah Montana's premiere episode through to the present.