America, Hate it or Leave it

More footage from the fracas.
I would be willing to match dollar for dollar the Go Fund Me to help the loudly suffering welp at the start there to Go Fuck Off. If Trump wins we could start a sort of manumission society for those weary of America’s lash; we could set them up for years in the dirt-cheap socialist paradise of their choice, by the thousands.

At some point elsewhere I actually had a polite conversation with the big Mexican kid and his not unattractive in a Chloe Sevigny-kind-of-way girlfriend you see there at about 1:24. Those sorts of exchanges were happening here and there, but the hardcore activists were dominant on their side and determined to simply drown out anything and only engage to cast invective, as you see in the InfoWars footage below:

 

Anarchy in the PDX

 This is some footage I took from competing pro-Trump/anti-Trump demonstrations in Portland.
Note the amped-up kid at the beginning reassuring his friend, apparently, that he won’t go overboard because “my facemask is off.” Puh-leeeze. There’s an Alex Jones video of the event out there that features an Iranian immigrant, pro-Trump grandmother, and I’ll be damned if I don’t recognize his affected voice when a masked “anarchist” responds curtly to her gentle pat on the shoulder: “please don’t touch me.”

Sorry about the annoying black dude talking over my witty repartee with bystanders about that same kid’s hopeless run-on chants at the end there (later I suggested to him maybe a protest chant couldn’t pull off a subordinate clause, to no avail).

Better stuff to come as soon as I figure out how to work the Internet.

Notes on the Stumpening

America’s future announced its arrival yesterday, shutting down Donald Trump’s Chicago rally. It was a heartwarmingly diverse group–Hispanics, Muslims prominent, shrill white college students, and blacks leading the way. Barack Obama’s vision, to which Paul Ryan would enthusiastically accede on economic principle, of who should wield political power and how.

Notably, among the ethnic alliance blacks have no particular offense to take with Trump; no “rapists and murderers” or Muslim entry ban controversy. That Trump must hate them because he’s leery of Muslims, or thinks Mexican rapists and murders cross the border illegally, is a given (ironically based on “racist” assumptions inherent in the racial hierarchy of grievance: if you dislike Mexicans, or immigrants, the liberal always assumes, you must hate blacks).

As the original (and most durable) cause blacks will always be there, ceremonial Capo of the Multicultural Mafia, to get their taste. And know, ye racist, it is earned: blacks are taking the lead and doing more than their share of the heavy intimidating in preventing white suburbanites from gathering unmolested.
More importantly, the black civil rights model is the original template for the host of identity movements, from feminism to, now, Muslims, whose relatively quick assimilation into the Coalition of the Fringes proves its utility.

Nothing, including the Vietnam War, energized the political movements of the sixties like black civil rights. And fittingly enough, here was Bill Ayers, kicking around in the ashes of Chicago last night, a proud old man fishing for recognition by praising the young revelers blithely ignorant of his presence, name, and considerable contribution to their present joy. It must be bittersweet.
Black rage is where it begins and, now, ends for him and a generation. It’s Trump’s apparent indifference to “racism”, really, that’s driving respectable white boomers mad.

 Nothing can replace the romance of black suffering in the collective consciousness of the Left. As one Weatherman said, “we all wanted to be Black Panthers.” Their children and grandchildren are still trying to be Panthers, and they call it progress, but it’s really the continuity they like–black people have always suffered gloriously and they always will. If nothing else makes sense, the justice of the black cause will, and it will always be there.

It doesn’t matter if there’s more welcome for non-whites in Trump’s campaign than there is for a white who won’t accept moral second-class status in a Democrat’s campaign. Talk to a young person opposed to Trump and more often than not they can’t really articulate why they oppose him. They’ll cite something he said, maybe get it right, but you get the impression for them, it is the done thing. It’s also of a certain delicacy; inquiring too much is bad form, and pointless.

Another way to look at Chicago and this new level of political intimidation the respectable are quick to approve: the Democrats are taking out their new diverse coalition on an eventful test-run. It’s a little wobbly, there are some concerns, but it’s a powerful beast that makes an impressive roar on the track. God help us.

The Yuge and the Jews

Jewish opposition to Donald Trump has been predictable and fierce. With some dissent, such as Mickey Kaus’ long-running, heroic immigration criticism, the consensus seems to have been immediate: Donald Trump is bad for the Jews. Opposition would appear to have everything to do with the immigration issue first and, maybe more deeply, unease for Trump’s energizing of a white American (formerly, American) reaction. But would he be so bad for the Jews, from their point of view?

Looking at Trump’s ties to the Jewish community through Manhattan and marriage; his formerly warm relationship to Netanyahu (before Bibi found it advantageous to throw the Donald under the bus); his hawkish pro-Israel foreign policy; after eight years of Obama’s adversarial relationship with Israel (and his progressive leftist sympathy with the Palestinians); his opposition to the nuclear deal with Iran–a Trump administration would seem to represent an immediate improvement from a pro-Israel, pro-Jewish perspective.
Yet no one seems less reconciled to Trump than the Jews. It casts in embarrassing relief just how important immigration and anti-white politics are to influential American Jews–or would, if we were allowed to talk about it.

But herein lies one more possibility inherent in Trump. Because of this combination of nationalism, pro-Israel views and Jewish ties, should he just manage to get past the Jews to the White House, Trump could be the one figure who could reconcile them, however much is possible, to policies and a culture that are at least non-hostile to white Americans, by showing to them and everyone else they don’t constitute 1933 in America. And that would be yuge.

Trump will go to the Jews like Nixon went to China.

Projectionism

Psychological projection doesn’t get its sociological due.
I take the liberty of applying “projection” to the broader tendency to project onto others our own motivations and desires that is a natural, unavoidable psychological adaptation to society, not the displacement of Freudian projection. We don’t know anyone as we know ourselves and, while vanity may skew our opinion in our favor–no one wants to see himself as too far from normal, particularly in questions of morality–we can’t help but take ourselves as our own best model of man. Any assessment of the actions of others always begins with, at the very least subconsciously, asking ourselves why would I do this? 

Projection works, to the extent its assumptions are accurate. Cultural and probably ethnic homogeneity matters. If I’m assuming you’re more or less motivated by the same things I am and to the same degree, the closer I am to being right the better for me. The value of projection diminishes in concentric circles outward: self, family, community, ethnicity… Diversity would figure to wreak havoc on and through projection.

In political discourse, meanwhile, we have to pretend that we’re all alike (yet somehow made vibrant through ethic diversity) and never motivated by any significant difference–polite opinion is the forcing of everyone to project onto non-whites the relatively enlightened, tolerant and altruistic worldview. There is no platitude more common and more false than the one about how we’re all the same, confirmed by President Obama’s newspeak assertion Paris terror attacks were an assault on “universal values”.

It helps one to be aware of projection, in himself and others, for not all projection is equal. The bias that comes of it, as opposed to the sort of “bias” we’re used to hearing about, is indifferent to self interest and can work against one’s own self or group interest. I believe it works against whites as a crucial component of the white elite’s bizarre embrace of anti-white rhetoric and action.  When two people or groups and project sometimes wildly divergent behavioral assumptions onto one another, the more trustworthy party is disadvantaged; vice becomes its own advantage and virtue a weakness.

I think this explains much of what we’re currently seeing in Europe.

Where’s Gratitude?

The Left denies the agency of “oppressed” groups, forever acted upon, never acting. This is necessary in direct correlation to the negative effects of a given group’s actions.

No one is seen as having less autonomy than black Americans, for instance, as a group or individually. It’s practically a source of pride for those who contribute to the Narrative. Blacks have dominated in this category about as long as they’ve dominated the NBA. But there’s a new kid in town, and his name’s Abdullah. Or Mohamad. And that really does cover about half of these assholes. These guys, with phones full of aggressive porn and beheading videos, are going to test the patience and faith of entire nations. But so far MSM narrative discipline holds here in America while leaning on open police censorship in Europe.

 Because of the Left’s success in obscuring the agency of black Americans, a model which they readily adopt to Muslims now, we’re all a little less equipped to understand not only what is happening, but the extent of things. Even the average conservative citizen who’s paying as much attention as he can doesn’t come to comprehend the degree of depravity and hostility with which he, as a natural born Westerner, is confronted in the form of Europe’s new Muslim rape gangs. If that citizen were to truly compare these men to the other men of the world, dispassionately, objectively, without bias, he would be struck by their moral inferiority. By the profound lack of gratitude displayed, a lack that can only mean one of two things: these are either the meanest or the dumbest people on earth. Mostly I think it demonstrates their contempt for us. But that too is lost, when you can’t even get past the “white guys are terrorists too” obfuscations or the “widows and orphans” bunting. God help us.

Diary: Yesterday Afternoon

A tall man standing in front of Mary’s strip club steps purposely to the curb and leans into an automobile grill. As if he’s trying to be heard through a hole in a wall he shouts, no, screams into the car’s impassive plastic faux-metalwork.
I head upstairs. The wood steps feel solid but still creak plaintively underfoot, even if you step lightly. All day like this, I think, this desiccated wood pleading for the fire under the plodding feet of junkies, addicts, head cases and those just-in or just-out of homelessness. For them this is home. And I can just make out the man out the street, screaming again.
I come back out and the man has resumed his position against the wall between the club and the motel. He’s standing still but somehow you can just see the familiar manic energy–of the long term homeless crazy–coursing through him under the old army jacket he fills out no better than a coat hanger. Maybe he’s not that, maybe I’m wrong. Why was he screaming into the car grill after all? To mute the sound, that’s all. And it is an ideal sound attenuator! The face of a car’s radiator, with it’s countless cataracts formed in thin metal, the vibration-absorbing liquid behind it; it’s as if it’s designed for the purpose, right down to the box of contained air formed between radiator and the narrow slat in the grill through which he–thoughtful, resourceful madman–directed the barely controlled wail of his profound, building misery.
And I’m off down the street.

Dark Prophecy

“And you, systematic Utopians, who make an abstraction of human nature, fomentors of atheism, fed on chimerae and hatreds, emancipators of woman, destroyers of the family, genealogists of the simian race, you whose name was but lately an outrage, be satisfied: you shall have been the prophets, and your disciples will be the high-priests of an abominable future!”

–Alfred de Falloux, De l’Unite Nationale, 1880