I Tried…

I went to bat for a white majority ethnostate for America, tolerated harassment from who I thought were traditionalists, white nationalists, what I thought was “Alt-Right”. Despite my defending what I thought was their ideology, people have finally shown their true colors in the wake of their support for Chinese Communist Andrew Yang for POTUS, who said one nice thing about white people, buying into a NWO concept called Universal Benefit Income, and most recently defending Communist Eco-Fascist Brenton Tarrant, who, even if it was not an organic event, is presenting his manifesto, that it’s okay to kill people to “save the planet” because it’s the dirty browns that are overpopulating. That may be true, but this is obviously not how we should deal with it. If this was an organic event, his intent was clearly to cause more action for disarmament. Which this group clearly does not care about. They don’t care about America or trying to salvage the country. They want accelerate to the end and watch the country burn. I get the concern about automation, but how about rejecting automation wherever it is instead of being lazy and grabbing “free” money? Why all of a sudden be so demoralized and giving up? Could it be they never were for old school values? These same people were shilling for Trump, now they are shilling for Yang. What is the common thing between the two? Support for Zionism at the cost of America. So my conclusion is Alt-Right is (((Alt-Right))), and it explains all the vitriol I get for countering instead of going along.

I am now going to be championing a balkanized, reformed paleo-conservative (Christian, minus the Judeo) traditionalist Eurasian ethnostate within a white majority United States. I have deactivated my Twitter because I am so disappointed in people who I thought I was supporting, be so fake or so easily bought. I don’t believe it was all a joke. People are mostly serious or they are shilling trolls. I no longer belong on Twitter. Because nothing I say will matter there. I’m just a naive, idealistic, lost half breed, with conservative, Protestant values, who has a tiny glimmer of hope to fight the future. TFN

She’s a dumb liberal, but I’m sick of this shit. People have thrown the dog meat insult at me, despite my support for whites. Namely, Right To Bryden. Irish boy, which is funny because Irish are liberals. Why would you insult someone that supports you? Unless it’s really because they don’t want you to be a white advocate.


Bitter Pill

I recently lost my dad. He was a Vietnam War veteran, 17 years in the Army. I have always sung his praises and have said how grateful I am that he brought my pregnant mother back to the States, where they married, and where I was born.

He was the middle son of 5 kids. My grandfather was a treefaller in the lumber industry. Hardworking stock, conservative, even worked on the school board later in life. He raised me for three years of my life, 5th-7th grades. That’s where I think I got my core values from. Not my father. It’s like mourning my grandfather all over again.

I heard my grandfather did not want my dad to enlist in the Army to go fight in Vietnam. But my dad defied him. He was like his fellow Boomer hippie peers, but on the other side. Just as “Me Generation” as the hippie/Beatles fans. There was no money to fund a college education on a lumberjack income. It was either be a war hero or go work in the lumber industry or a gas station.

So my dad went, did 2 tours. Met my mother in the meantime. She was a “hooch maid” for the barracks where the soldiers lived. Were these women prostitutes? I don’t know. Maybe some of them were, but from what I know of my mom, it was honest work, and I’m sure romances developed. What would you expect to happen with sex-starved young men with female maids around? To call them prostitutes is too cynical for me.

I have the love letters that my dad wrote to my mom, while she was in the States with me. He was such a romantic and an idealist. But my mother was stranger in a strange land. Did not know English. Living with my white relatives, while my dad was finishing his final tour in the early 70s. But as I got older, when my earliest memories formed, I could tell something was wrong. My dad was still away.

(This post is a work in progress. To be edited and added to).

Thinking About You, Dad

I lost my dad on August 23, 2018. Today, I’ve been feeling down, antsy, and irritable, because I have to wait for his DD214 in order to expedite a military funeral. I’m irritable because I have to listen to my lame-ass coworker, who is a couple years older than my dad, practically wishing she had cancer so she can lap up the sympathy. She makes such a big deal out of her health problems, an admitted hypochondriac, almost willing worst symptoms on herself. Makes me think how pathetic she is, when my dad shunned sympathy for his health problems and hated victimhood. I doubt he wanted to die. He was stubborn, insisting to do things his way, and said what was on his mind.