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Richard Russell
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Around 9 PM Pacific Time on August 10th, 2018, a 29-year-old man named Richard Russell, stole a Q400 airplane from Seattle Tacoma International Airport and went for a joyride into the abyss. Two F-15 fighter planes were scrambled to follow Rich, who eventually crashed into a wooded area a little over an hour after takeoff, killing only himself.
Russell was a baggage handler for Horizon Air. So far, not much else is known about him, other than what was said in his last conversation with air traffic control.
Air traffic control attempted to convince Rich to land at nearby McChord Airfield, Rich replied: “This is probably like jail time for life, huh?”
Rich, in a somewhat remorseful tone, “I’ve got a lot of people that care about me. It’s going to disappoint them to hear that I did this. I would like to apologize to each and every one of them. Just a broken guy, got a few screws loose, I guess.”
In the midst of the stark and solemn conversation, Rich joked with ground control, “Hey, you think if I land this successfully Alaska would give me a job as a pilot?” Ground control, “You know I think they would give you a job doing anything if you can pull this off.” Rich, “Yeahhhhh right! Nah, I’m a white guy.”
Horizon Air CEO Gary Beck said he was baffled about how Russell picked up the flying skills. “We don’t know how he learned to do that,” he said. “Commercial aircraft are complex machines. No idea how he achieved that experience.”
Pierce County Sheriff Paul Pastor commented that Rich “did something foolish and may well have paid with his life” and the flight was “a joyride gone terribly wrong.” I wholeheartedly disagree with the sheriff’s assessment.
Rich was in a place that the sheriff likely could not possibly understand. He was one of the “middle children of history.” With no future to look forward to, deracinated in his own homeland, dispossessed by alien masses who not only drive down wages but create hostile living environments with a destroyed sense of social cohesion and community which produced nothing other than deracinated consumer units.
Perhaps Rich did want to be a pilot, and on August 10th decided he was going to live out one last dream before flying into the sunset. For some reason, he felt this was no country for white men. Maybe it was the FAA rules that operate under the premise that the aviation profession is too white. It is possible his feelings were due to major airlines proclaiming they want to train pilots with more “diverse backgrounds.” It could have been watching his city, his town, his work, his local grocery store, and every aspect of his life becoming increasingly “enriched” with aliens. Whatever it was, Rich was keenly aware of the current racial dynamic at play in the US, and it was most certainly a source of discontent.
Despite the media elites lecturing whites day-in and day-out on our “privilege,” the white life expectancy is dropping, while that of blacks and Hispanics is rising. White suicide rates are rising at a faster rate than other races, and white Americans are dying younger than the rest. Suicides rising, drug and alcohol abuse is rising, “deaths of despair,” they are called, and its endemic of a population with no hope for the future.
“Man, the sights went by so fast. I was thinking, like, I’m going to have this moment of serenity, take in all the sights.”
“There’s a lot of pretty stuff, but they’re pretty in a different context.”
“Hey I want the coordinates of that orca, with err, you know the mama orca with the baby, I wanna go see that guy.”
Some of the last words ever spoken by a man who had his homeland and his future stolen from him. Rich was sick and tired of living in this post-modern, multicultural, materialistic, hellscape. And he did something, it might not have been the smartest thing, and he left behind many who will be devastated by the news. This was one last “fuck you” to the whole rotten society. I felt an immediate kinship with Rich, and the outpouring of similar sentiments online made it clear there are thousands of others just like him, who feel the same things and think the same thoughts.
Rich was probably a rather normal guy, reacting to a very abnormal and profoundly sick society. And maybe, those who go a little crazy, are in reality, the sanest of all of us. The ones who are least suited to adapt to this bizarre reality might be the ones who see things with most clarity in the end. It appears Rich was intent on not hurting anybody, and more than wanting to die, maybe what he really wanted was to feel alive, one more time.
I’m devastated this happened. It could have been any one of us, and I’m sorry we weren’t there for him this time. What a sad and somber reminder of what we are doing – fighting to give our people something to live for again. Fighting to take back the future that was stolen from us. To restore a sense of inner peace and serenity that we have been searching for endlessly.
“I think I’m gonna try to do a barrel roll, and if that goes good . . . nose down and call it a night.”
And into that good night, you did go. See you on the other side, Sky King.
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37 comments
“He could have been any one of us”. I’m guessing that he wasn’t. I think he was likely in that terrible place where you feel everything we feel, and think your alone. That your the one that’s crazy. I have a hunch there would a have been a valorous use for a man as bold as Rich. Let’s keep trying to reach the SkyKings before they fly away.
We save lives. We ruin lives.
The honest alt-right assessment of life that we can give is that we will demand everything from your life.
Right now, we give hope, but we don’t give fulfillment. We give fulfillment, at the cost of hope.
You simply can’t be alt-right without the conflict that comes with it. Some can handle it, some cant. Maybe at some point the alt-right will be able to sustain its own.
Rich strikes me as a guy who knew that something is wrong with society but was innocent enough to not go looking for the hard truths. His struggle was man vs. self and he embodied the hero myth. This is why we’re all so captivated by his martyrdom against modernity.
I think it would be a mistake to say that we give hope but no fulfillment. Our hope is the restoration of our people. I am fufilled as an individual by leading a full life, raising children, and encouraging others to do the same.
Oh, that I had the wings of a dove!
I would fly away and be at peace.
I would fly away to the wilderness and find a safe place to be, safe and away from the storm.
…I’ve been weeping all evening.
I feel like I know this guy because I feel constantly what he must have been feeling.
This man was obviously hurting and in pain.
And he did the one thing he had left that made him feel free, and he died in that feeling, and he did it without hurting or killing anyone.
Every time I see these pics and vids, all I can think if is my personal favorite Bible passage, which I posted here.
…and that verse is what Rich did…
And what I wish I could do.
…how many of us young men of the Millennial generation making up the broken backbone of our shattered movement feel like Sky King?
We’re so tired that even our rage at the evil and injustice being done to us and our own isn’t enough to keep us going. We’re running out of steam, if we haven’t already.
…I understand the tragic beauty and allure of Sky King…but how many of us are going to feel that he is example to emulate instead of inspire?
His words…they speak to me because I feel that way every day.
Not just feeling, but knowing you’re a disappointment.
Longing to have the illusion, even for an instant, of feeling free and weightless, unchained from the earth, unshackled from your care, the sun on your face, knowing you’re hurting no one, just desiring, for one brief instant in your miserable life, to feel the joy you might not even have had as a small child…
And Heaven feels so very far away.
So very far.
Here is a thread from twitter that discusses the Sky King and why this strikes a chord with so many people. It hits very close to home for me personally, I feel like this guy was a brother.
https://twitter.com/ByzantineSnake/status/1028388266725318657
The tweet has been scrubbed, unless something else is going on with the link.
Here it is.
Thank you for this article and insight.
I noticed that many white people understood, and that other whites were afraid to understand.
Non-whites were quick with clumsy attacks like how security measures need to be increased against white people — totally missing the point (maybe genetically/intellectually unable to get it).
ZOG was panic-quick with #mentalHealth — yeah goyim he just needed some freudian analysis and some pills — otherwise everything is great go back to sleep until we finish you…
But many many whites got it, some facing it, some recoiling in paralyzing anxiety:
1. In a world where a kind thoughtful decent and capable young white man like Richard Russell sees no future for himself then is there a future for any of us white people?
2. There was nothing wrong with his “mental health” (although I wish I had known him and had the chance to steer him onto a path of service to his folk & the upward path) — it is instead the “mental health” of our dying white civilization, and the whites who have betrayed their race that is mentally suspect.
I hope all those who loved him and will be disappointed he gave up on life, along with those who did not know him but understand him somehow, will be inspired by the sad yet beautiful poetry he made of his last hour to reach out to eachother and honor all our heroes and martyrs by stepping onward and upward together to accomplish the 14 words.
He gave up on the struggle, we as a race failed him, but it feels like somehow he gave us a gift anyway in the unconcious poetry of his passing…
Rest in peace Rich, or better yet come back into the struggle if you can…
Well said
This is a special event. Rich and his death are a mirror to young white men and their desperation to live in a noble world with meaning and dignity for themselves and their race. Rich is SkyKing forever, regardless of how the media and others will spin it, regardless of the actual facts of his life, death, and mental state.
We’re fortunate that circumstances allowed us to observe and record the details of his death that put it in context and give it meaning. Let us not forget though that his death is pure tragedy and the future victory needs men like Rich alive more than it needs accidental martyrs. We who would see the victory of the white race in this fight for survival can’t throw away our lives cheaply; they are too precious and we are too few. Find these men in your own lives and be their brothers, for their and your own sakes.
Thank you for this comment. I can’t stop thinking about this. In a way, I feel like he died for us. For white people. I can’t explain it, but what he did, is how I feel, on the inside. Getting really sick of it.
The way he whose to end his life is becoming a catharsis for an entire generation, more specifically while millennial men.
He abandoned his wife.
That is one unfortunate aspect of it, yes.
If you examine the vulgar political rhetoric of today, particularly the anti-white and anti-male nature of much of it, would you say he had understandable reasons for his apparently deeper feelings of alienation, loss, and abandonment?
Betting a woman is some not insignificant, maybe primary, factor here. Stay tuned, since you don’t know the guy. Just a hunch.
Morgoth did a good vid on this – he also has a good blog ; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w49tGTw3USA&feature=em-uploademail
This man faced death right on. He did not run away. It may have begun as desperation, but I can imagine the exhilarating feeling of flying and freedom he must have felt. I am not advocating copy cats at all. I also can imagine as the plane went down, he went up. So in his name and for all those who wish to fly, we must fight on. This reminded me of John Magee’s poem High Flight. He is still flying.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=btH3bCJD2wM
Are there photos of the crash site? I almost feel that this is an Icarian myth in real time in my own life.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aFkcAH-m9W0
If you want proof of the “Nah I’m a white guy!” comments. Go here. https://soundcloud.com/tom-cleary-17/seatac-air-traffic-control-81018-754-pm-to-824-pm It’s at 18:35
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The Mainstream Media is DELETING the “Nah I’m a white guy!” comment. It does not fit their liberal narrative and they know if they broadcasted that, it will awaken many whites to the truth.
Do not let them delete the truth.
Go Dance With The Angels, SkyKing!
Thank you for this article. I had felt a sense of kinship and pride following this news story that I could not articulate. You and the commenters have done so for me. I read your very moving coda then scrolled up to his photo and got the chills. Well done sir.
“Horizon Air CEO Gary Beck said he was baffled about how Russell picked up the flying skills. “We don’t know how he learned to do that,” he said. “Commercial aircraft are complex machines. No idea how he achieved that experience.”
Well, he was a self motivated intelligent young man. It’s a shame we lost Richard Russell and instead glorify low IQ migrants coming into our lands who can’t even operate a cell phone nor access government benefits without the help of others.
For what it’s worth, Richard Russell appears to have been Alaska Air ground crew involved in towing aircraft, and not a baggage handler.
When somebody now asks Ole Johnny, “what’s up” “whatcha doing” or “how goes it”, I simply reply, “getting ready for the revolution” & that ends it. Looks like I’m going to be spending my 70’s fighting in America’s first bona fide & all out civil war. If I get killed, well it’s a lot better than dying in some goddamn nursing home. On the other hand, if I survive, watch out! The sonofabitches, who were responsible for this clusterfuck, if still alive are going to wish they were never born. Public executions will definitely make a comeback in the aftermath, count on it.
By the way, I still remember watching the TV series “SKY KING” from the late 1950’s. One of my all time favorites. I’m just happy I lived through that great era. Compared to today, it was utopia.
Agreed.
A long time ago, I came to the same point Richard Russell did. Instead of going away, I wanted to endure, because of a consuming curiosity about the future. So I endure, and my curiosity will never be satiated. To endure is to remain in the fight. I’m sure the French, along with a lot of other conquered peoples during WWII, felt like they would never get out from under the German thumb. Yet, in time, they were free, only to be re-enslaved by their own”leaders”, with unrestricted immigration by “peoples” who are totally foreign to themselves. The price of my own freedom has always been eternal vigilance, as it is for everyone else. Stop fighting? Never! The victory belongs to the one who stops punching last. Get in the fight and get used to it. Fighters endure.
Yes, that’s the proper spirit.
Though I also appreciate this post by Houck. Very touching. Never heard this story until now.
Thank you for reprinting this.
Sky King was nothing more than a suicidal goofball who deserves no praise. The truly heroic thing to do would have been to land the place and face the consequences with irreverent humor — show the world that this corrupt system is only temporary.
The dissident Right’s reaction to this incident revealed a lot of negative traits under the surface.
First guy I knew that did this was back in ’85.
After Reagan said “Places are hiring again” and we didn’t need to keep big industries in the US because it was cheaper from the Japaneses and (by then) even Indonesian mills (!) there were monster cutbacks, plant closures, the whole shot.
Fighting to keep industry in America for future generations was a total waste of time. By mid-Ron the whole country was Yuppie heaven. TV news kept yapping about the consumers having a taste for cheap foreign goods, which we all knew would be damn expensive when the standard of living cratered, which it has.
So one fellow from northern Nevada said Fuck it and went to the edge of radiation country, close to where he’d come from. Just lived like the unibomber till the world passed him by. His sister found his badly decomposed remains a few years later, unsure whether he ran out of food or just took something to put himself down quick.
And how many more? There’s no body count, friends. We have no idea how many Cawks, as Philip K. Dick so memorably described us, who have taken the Long Walk Out since the system started crapping us out and rust became king.
Now one province of China makes more durable goods than our whole nation made during Eisenhower. We’ve lost two generations of our own men to a handful of dips wearing Adam Smith neckties and quoting Milton Friedman. They’re still at it. We were wrong to hurt ourselves and never think of throttling them.
Sigh. If this unfortunate young man had an ounce of real integrity, honor, and patriotism, he would have flown the aircraft into the state capitol building in Olympia. I will not even pretend to analyze his mindset or his problems. I have problems enough of my own. But, for a bunch of spectators to try to analyze why he was so distraught, and put their own political spin on this is absurd.
Remember the guy in Austin, TX who crashed his plane into the IRS building? Now THAT was a statement and an act of patriotism by a real man who decided the Leviathan, who had totally ruined his livelihood, would not get away with it unscathed. A couple of weeks from now, no one other than this mentally challenged Millennial’s family will remember what happened. Juan or Pedro will take over his job, sponsor their parasites into Amerika, suck off every freebie they can get from the corrupt, syphilitic Pols which control Commissar Inslee’s Socialist Workers’ Paradise; and life will go on. Sad that.
If all the Richard Russells in America just flew off into the sunset, what would the non-white remnant of the population do? Within a few months, they’d be killing and eating each other.
“It appears Rich was intent on not hurting anybody, and more than wanting to die, maybe what he really wanted was to feel alive, one more time.”
A moving quote, from a poignant and moving essay.
The artist will not adapt, he will die.
The warrior will not adapt, he will die.
The merchant will adapt and the self-serving mob will adapt.
The blood may remain for a time but the soul has already died.
We can hope to be even a sliver of Post-WWII Germany with all its degeneracy and self-loathing; pride only being allowed through self-sacrifice, self-flagellation, and humiliation.
Leftovers so hideous and blood-sucking you would prefer they had died.
This guy’s story kind of reminds me of Chris McCandless.
I have no delusions about McCandless. If he were alive today, he’d doubtlessly be in Portland or Seattle helping burn everything down. Nevertheless, it was the same kind of deracination and pointless consumer existence that compelled him to trek to Alaska and live like a hobo and surrender his life to the wilderness.
I think I have it much worse than Skyking, although he doesn’t look as bad as I remember. I with my pea sized brain have to carry the mother load of technically challenging work of those around, vexed at all times by the nigglings of my enemies who do little or no work. Meanwhile, half my salary is seized by the government to subsidize something like twenty to forty (idle) colored families. Beset on all sides by troublesome minorities! What privilege I enjoy! Ahhh!!
“Hear me. See me. Remember me.
Beloved Fuck-up.
Botched Messiah.
Would-be Lover. Delivered to God.
I’m trapped here, in a nosedive, in my life, in the cockpit of a jetliner with the flat yellow of the Australian outback coming up fast.
And there’s so many things I want to change but can’t.
It’s all done. It’s all just a story now.
Here’s the life and death of Tender Branson, and I can just walk away from it.
And the sky is blue and righteous in every direction.
The sun is total and burning and just right there, and today is a beautiful day.”
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