Here’s Luke interviewing Mike Enoch after his debate with Halsey English on Warski Live.
Fraudulent Identity
If the prominence of the headline on Drudge is any indication, the announcement today of US indictments of Russian internet trolls is Big News:
The New York Times is running it above the fold, so to speak, on its website, over the news the FBI failed to act on credible tips warning of Florida school shooter Victor Cruz. Other mainstream outlets like the Washington Post and Daily Mail are still focused on the school shooting story.
Former FBI Director Mueller’s announcement of charges now is convenient to say the least, for the FBI.
The indictment says no Americans were involved and the election outcome wasn’t altered, which makes you wonder why it exists. It seems a lot of work just to get into the indictment that Russian trolls were “supporting the presidential campaign of then-candidate Donald J. Trump … and disparaging Hillary Clinton…”
This is embarrassing. The world’s most powerful country is being made to flail away impotently at Russian internet trolls, while its children, who are taught to hate it, gun each other down and its core population dwindles in a demographic cringe.
No Americans were wasting their time on the Russian troll farm in 2016, but the FBI, becoming as inept and degenerate as the nation it defends, is now.
Indeed, I’m still not clear on what laws were broken–the Russians are guilty of identity fraud, seems to be the core of it.
That’s rich, coming from an institution of the American elite. There’s no greater identity fraud than the routine posturing as constitutional democrats, liberals, republicans, as concerned citizens, the claims of being outraged at “racism”, or “sexism”, all to cash in and get along.
There’s your identity fraud–to perpetuate a sort of identity theft, the theft and dissolution of white American identity in the narrative hustle. I indict you, Mr. Mueller.
Angloameriphobia
"It’s Okay to be KKK"
Alt Right Torah Talk Live with Luke Ford
Today’s guest is Josh Alan Friedman
Torah Notes
Tomorrow’s guest on Luke Ford’s Torah Talk Live is Josh Alan Friedman.
9 AM pacific. Go to Luke’s channel to live chat.
He’s a blues guitarist and writer, who tells of being the only (((white))) kid in his school in his memoir Black Cracker.
He worked for Screw magazine before they cleaned up Times Square, writing about it in Tales of Times Square. He’s the subject of the documentary Blacks and Jews–Josh Alan Friedman, A Life Obsessed with Negroes. He’s also written for National Lampoon magazine.
Josh and his brother Drew collaborated on satirical comic strips for a time:
The Friedman brothers joined forces in 1978 and began producing comic strips about second-tier celebrities like Wayne Newton, Ernest Borgnine, Tor Johnson, and the Three Stooges’ Shemp Howard for Heavy Metal and Screw.
They would go on to place strips in National Lampoon, High Times, and RAW. Their success and influence led to the following description from Wikipedia: “The Friedman Bros. became the most-feared names in satirical cartooning. Their comics had a discernible influence on SCTV.
In the summer of 1981, Screw magazine Senior Editor Josh Alan Friedman noticed a beautiful blonde out his art director’s 11th-floor window in lower Manhattan. He yelled to her for her phone number and she yelled it back just before her roommates at the Markle Evangeline Hall (a dormitory for young Southern women going to school in New York) shut her mouth.
Josh dialed and advised his future wife Peggy Bennett, “Don’t ever give out your phone number to strangers in this city.”
“Well, just who are y’all?”“We’re Screw,” he said. “And thank God you gave your number to us. If you’d been across from Time-Life, you would have really fallen in with some perverts.”
Son of novelist (A Mother’s Kisses) and screenwriter (Stir Crazy) Bruce Jay Friedman, Josh grew up in Glen Cove.
Normally surrounded by movie stars and writers, Josh and his younger brother Drew were the only white kids from 1962-66 at the otherwise all-black South School.
“I had a powerful civil rights conscience,” says Bruce in the new documentary about Josh’s life — Blacks and Jews — named after the title cut of the blues guitarist’ s third album. “I kept pretending that there were two-or-three other semi-white kids.”
In a telling scene, Josh says to his mother Ginger, “I seem to recall that the first time Drew got beat up there, you said to dad, ‘Get my kid the hell out of that shvartze school.’ All of a sudden you weren’t a liberal.”
Ginger blanches. “Of course. Once we saw that your lives were in danger…”
Since moving to Texas Josh has been a blues musician.
Tariq’s Mystique
Luke Ford kindly lets me sit in on an impromptu broadcast. We talk about the Tariq Nasheed/Jared Taylor debate and other things.
Tribalism Now
Via Luke, here’s the Tablet on what Eagles fans can teach Jews about tribalism.
I’ve inherited my allegiance to the Eagles through marriage, but it was just such rowdiness that made me really fall in love with the Birds. How horrible are Eagles fans? You can decide for yourself by reading this outraged letter from a Vikings fan reflecting on the boys in white and green who greeted him at Lincoln Financial Field (“I was literally embarrassed to be a human,” the nice man wrote after he was called a bunch of names he had never even heard before). Or you can ask children, the frail, and the faint of heart to leave the room and play this video, which had gone viral in the last few days and which showcases the typical Eagles fan’s verbal dexterity. Or you can you just consider that in its former home, Veterans Stadium, the team chose to endorse its faithful by building a freaking jail inside the stadium itself, complete with a presiding judge, to keep the animals at bay.
I can’t tell you how happy this all makes me.
Why would anyone put up with this behavior, let alone revel in it? Why tolerate such boorishness, inflected as it is with violence and disdainful of all that is kind and beautiful in the world? There’s a good reason, I think, and it has more to do with theology than it does with athletics.
Aptly enough, I first stumbled upon this bit of religious insight in Jerusalem. I’m a fan of the city’s local soccer team, Beitar, and I was attending a game one day when the God of Vengeance soured on his hometown boys. Beitar lost, and the fans set out on a nearby mall, seeking revenge. Happening on a McDonald’s, they attempted arson, pouring their wrath on the Chicken McNuggets before the law swooped in and had the hooligans arrested.
Observing these men, my fellow fans, I felt a strange sort of pride that troubled me. Even though I could never partake in their shenanigans, and would, under any other circumstances, denounce them as vile little vandals, I was gratified to see them senselessly express their disappointment by behaving like a gaggle of Visigoths with clubs in their hands and pillage on their minds. In their own idiotic way, I understood, they were pledging their allegiance to their tribe. It didn’t matter much that their tribe revolved around something as trivial as soccer, or that their way of expressing themselves involved light eruptions of asocial behavior. What mattered is that these men wanted to belong.
And wanting to belong, these days, is a problem.
Wanting to belong is only truly a problem for white Westerners. The author of this piece Liel Liebowitz has not only an exception from the compulsion to self-atomize, but the responsibility to resist it, as a Jew. Even the most secular Jew living outside of Israel can take his ethnic identity–a genetic and cultural lineage going back thousands of years–as such a normative given he doesn’t even see it. White Americans used to have this. The critique of “white privilege” is just the pathologizing of the normative values any nation is necessarily based on.
The tribalism of soccer hooligans and American normals is meaningless, except as another degenerate wasteful release of energy. From the elites’ perspective, having nationalist tendencies subsumed in sportsball enthusiasm, whether by design or happy accident, is a Good Thing.
Recently someone tweeted a photo of an impressive parade of German men turned out to support their soccer team, while their women are raped and seduced at home by men with a deeper sort of tribalism.
Nonetheless, Liebowitz is on to something, and perhaps even comfortable secular Jews are starting to worry about the post-national wonderland that awaits:
These days, you’re likely to be told that the only collective you can join without care or concern is the biggest one possible, that of the human race. Globalists are welcome, praised for their humanity, celebrated for their universal worldview that insists that all peoples and places and cultures are, at heart, the same. But say that you have an affinity for your nation, say, or for the particulars of your religion, and suspicions arise: Are you some sort of separatist? And isn’t your preference really a way to mask feelings of supremacy? Because isn’t belonging really about choosing, and choosing really about hierarchy, and hierarchy really about discrimination?
If this sounds comical to you, you haven’t spent much time in graduate seminars, or newsrooms, or think tanks, or even some shuls, where the traditions and identities that have tethered us to each other for millennia have been replaced by the shinier markers of difference that tear us apart. The idea was to usher in justice by toppling the structures of oppression and leaving us all to live freely as individuals, bound only by the biggest umbrella there is, that of the human race writ large.
If you’re wondering how well the project’s going, you’re welcome to pick up a newspaper.
But this is no based Jew
But not all hope is lost. Some among us still know the value of banding together. Often, these tribalists express their ideas in silly ways, like voting for imperfect candidates or coloring their faces green and attempting to climb up a greased pole. But what they’re really saying is that they see the value in small and tightly knit circles that value loyalty and mutual responsibility and that look for meaning in something bigger than the self and its appetites. These rowdy fans with their profane cheers have little patience for sanctimonious homilies about diversity; real diversity, they know, can come only when real difference is not only tolerated but encouraged, when men and women who pride themselves on their traditions come together not for the purpose of becoming the same but in the hope of inspiring each other with curiosity and with respect and with a little healthy competition. Football fans understand that intuitively; it may take professors of political science a few more decades to catch up.
The diversity illusion is like a booger you just can’t flick off your finger.
We are so conditioned even when one is up against its madness he laments it’s not “true diversity”; many will go to their graves unable to ask “why diversity?” Seeing the “value in small and tightly knit circles that value loyalty and mutual responsibility and that look for meaning in something bigger than the self and its appetites” you say? Scale that up and you have fascism.
And it frankly sounds a lot better than the hellscape that America is becoming.
Postmodern Pelosi
Sleep, Andy Warhol, 5 hours 25 Minutes.
Dream, Nancy Pelosi, 8 hours
Politics is not like performance art, it is performance art.

