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| Be a "man of steel," not a "playa" |
by Andy Nowicki
Recently The Patriarchy, a Facebook page geared towards young nationalist men, ran a
series of posts, each of which featured an eye-catching picture of a highly
attractive young woman possessed of an apparently impeccable traditionalist
orientation and mindset. In each case, the text below the comely lass took the
form of a pep talk: “Come on lads, don’t give up! Play your cards right, get
your shit together, and something like this
could be yours!!!”
Responses to these posts, which I am paraphrasing here,
ranged from expressions of sullenly
cynical Return of Kings-esque bon mots
(“No way a girl like that really exists in the West – these days, they’re all a
bunch of fat, skanky liberal feminist sluts!!!”) to effusions of simple mouth-agape
admiration (“Whoa, she’s HOT!!!”) to displays of good-naturedly brazen, jovial
braggadocio (“Get away from her, you bunch of losers… she’s MINE!”), to general
declarations of approval with the overall message of the post (“What an
inspiring speech! I won’t give up!”),
each post more emphatic than the last (as signified here by the copious
exclamation marks).
And I suppose it was
all somewhat touching, in a way. The editor in question (I presume a slightly
older, though still rather young man, perhaps in his early 30s) wished to
instruct his youthful comrades not to despair, because dark as things may seem,
victory is actually within their grasp; “We few, we happy few, we band of brothers,” and all that. But I nevertheless found something about the scene quite unsettling; watching the feeding frenzy of commenters, each desperately tearing away a digestible message from the bewitching images on display, reminded me that even among those pockets of resistance to the cultural miasma that is the rancid mainstream, an air of conspicuously degraded sensualism still
pervades.
