“Crank Cuckoldry” is the single greatest obstacle to getting any authentically tribal and traditional opposition to multiculturalism and modernity off the ground. I’m not talking about the “cranks” who merely make us look bad, scaring off new recruits and hobbling advocacy. That may be a problem, but that’s a rounding error compared to the less obvious and more insidious ways the more virulent cranks paralyze our work and impede all attempts to unify against our enemies.
After all, every chapel, every Rotary Club, and certainly every ideological movement has its members who are socially maladroit, irritating, repetitive, addled, and egotistical. That’s just part of the human condition. If anything, I think we try too hard to seem “normal,” landing in the uncanny valley. We’re passionate, focused, and committed to a radical alternative to the prevailing order: we’re all cranks, in that sense; and that’s fine.
But the virulent cranks I’m referring to who are paralyzing our cause are the cranks who aren’t cranks about White Nationalism: They’re cranks about something else. White Nationalists just happen to be the only people willing to give them an audience.
We give them an audience because we’re stuck. They claim to have the big answers to the big questions we need in order to become a serious and effective political force. These temporal false prophets have desperately sought audiences to indulge their need for attention and relevance, but no other group would listen. One by one, they realize that if they retrofit some racial and traditional baubles onto their shtick, that their shtick then enjoys an audience.
Perhaps the most bizarre–and certainly most adorable–example of this is a woman who was a fervent animal rights activist. She accidentally stumbled into the template, having alienated her cowardly college liberal colleagues with a bold protest against cruel Jewish rituals. She would have been ideologically homeless, but she found an audience with the edgy National Anarchist wing of the White Nationalist movement.
She sort of endorsed the National Anarchist message for a while. And while she did so, she was a celebrity in our circles. I helped record shows of her, people got excited about the momentum, she delivered her animal rights message in an anarchy-friendly frame which National Anarchists could clap along with. The whole thing was a lot of fun.
But it was all a big lie. She wasn’t one of us, at all, not even close. Within months, she did eventually realize what was going on and took the high road: disavowing racism and going back to promoting her message by itself. She lost a large and eager audience, one willing to throw money, attention, and support at her.
I don’t call “disavowing racism” the high road because I endorse disavowing racism. I don’t. I call it the high road because there’s a low road she passed up on, that of continuing to play along in order to keep promoting her animal rights message.
Had she carried on, one of our most photogenic and energetic advocates would have been no advocate for our interests at all. She would have said and done the bare minimum to keep us on the wagon, while steering the wagon ever closer to her pet issue.
I don’t have any issue with fighting animal cruelty, and I admire a lot of her work. The woman has passion and she has integrity, but she’s certainly not one of us. The cranks I’m going to highlight didn’t stumble into it by accident as she did, and they’re not going to go away on their own like she did.
The only way they’re going to go away is if enough people wake up to their modus operandi and stop following them around in circles. Each angle is a bit different, but all of the actors have an established history of trying to ride the hobby horse by itself, and they all insist that embracing our heritage and identity must ride sidesaddle to the hobby horse.
Even sincere nationalists can be competitive and ego-driven, turning against one another from time to time. But the poseur nationalist can’t help but attack other nationalists. Merlin Miller (anti-Zionist hobby horse) runs on the A3P platform, but openly rails against White Nationalism as “morally reprehensible.” Sebastian Ronin (Peak Oil hobby horse) brings together nationalists who are concerned about South African genocide, then uses that platform to peddle his pet theory and cough up more attacks on other nationalists.
Whenever there’s an opportunity to get away with undermining nationalism or nationalists, they’ll take it. In their articles, radio interviews, and private conversations, the topic is only identity long enough to acquire the audience’s attention, and is always a launch pad to a boring diatribe on their shtick.
I hesitated to delve into this topic publicly for a long time, with the conviction that I should focus on doing solid positive work instead of “infighting.” Sebastian Ronin has been attacking me for years, and I’ve been dealing with it in low-level tit-for-tat since he started. Lately, he’s expanded his campaign against me to target people who are associated with me.
I feel it’s necessary and appropriate to “street fight” (his words, not mine) with him directly, since it’s me he’s after. I’ll comprehensively lay out my position on him, his party, and his message, and will welcome a vigorous debate about it. Several months ago, I tried to cut through his constant back-biting and offered him an open invitation to hash out our differences on a platform of his choice, an invitation he declined.
I tried the whole “buckle down and do good work” thing for a long time, and I still have this crank nipping at not only my own heels, but at the heels of everybody around me. I tried to distance myself from his associates, tried to pretend he doesn’t exist, and it’s not working. Some people will be disappointed in me for “infighting,” but it’s not a decision I made lightly.
Besides, as I’ll explain, there’s really no “infighting” going on here at all. Men like Sebastian Ronin don’t have the welfare of our folk at heart and aren’t merely alternative actors in a common struggle. They’re opponents, and we should begin treating them as such.
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