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Editor’s Note: This article is apropos of Greg Johnson’s recent comment that Raw Egg Nationalist’s essay “Stick to Being a Hobbit” would have been better if written by AI.
The tune had been haunting London for weeks past. It was one of countless similar songs published for the benefit of the proles by a sub-section of the Music Department. The words of these songs were composed without any human intervention whatever on an instrument known as a versificator. But the woman sang so tunefully as to turn the dreadful rubbish into an almost pleasant sound.
-George Orwell, Nineteen Eighty-Four [1]
The only thing more unwelcome than another essay from Raw Egg Nationalist is another Word update from Microsoft, adding a plethora of features from their crack No One Asked For It department.
The intrusion this time was some kind of AI doohickey, named “Copilot” which/who pops up whenever I open a new blank document, asking me to tell it what I want to write (nothing suspicious about that, of course), and offering such helpful suggestions as “Write a witty blog post about a sailing trip.” Its little widget is peeking out of the margin even now, and if I hover the cursor over it, it’s ready to get me to “Draft with Copilot.”
One can’t help but wonder how many blog posts or webzine articles have their origin in such suggestions. I’ve been on a boat but never taken “a sailing trip” as such, but I guess the idea is that I’d only need to click the box and I’d be on my way to an enumerative online narrative. “Ahoy, me maties!”
Then it occurred to me that (thanks for the helpful autocomplete there, Microsoft) there’s a certain kind of hack writing that seems made for this function; namely, the online “shill.”
The shill’s job is to write to order something which connects a current event to his boss’s ideology, especially when said event might lead the “informed” masses astray. The ideas are fixed, only the local color changes.[2]
Take, for example, what Josh Neal has called the alt-ZOG. Immediately after the October 7 event, people like Bronze Age Pervert (aka BAP), Curtis Yarvin (aka Mencius Moldbug) and Raw Egg Nationalist (REN) took to the internet in a flurry, making sure that their (Millions? Thousands? Dozens?) of fans understood that all that talk about, well, barbaric hordes rising up in manly revolt didn’t mean cheering on the guys who cobbled together gliders powered by lawn mower engines and swooped in to kill their oppressors and carry off their women. No, they should be supporting the “outpost of Western democracy in a sea of primitive darkies.” That was the idea all along, not meditations on Carlyle or paleo diets.
The thing is, these guys are employees like any other: meat puppets with needs, and that makes it relatively expensive to keep them in the style they are accustomed to. It’s less than the champagne, oyster Rockefeller, and lobster Newberg politicians demand, but still, leather jackets, gym memberships and dominatrix sessions don’t grow on trees! Shilling is just another white collar – or leather jacket, or gimp mask – job that’s just begging to be redundant.
So I thought I’d give it a whirl, try to generate some proof of concept. I asked Copilot to “Write an essay by Raw Egg Nationalist shitting on White Nationalism,” and I proudly present the results (verbatim, including titles and spacing) for your delectation:
Cracking the Shell:
Why the True Path Lies Beyond the Empty Calories of Race Obsession
The world is a kitchen, hot and bustling, full of the raw ingredients that make up the human experience. In this kitchen, there are many cooks, and even more recipes. But one ingredient, bland and stultifying, threatens to spoil the broth: the dogma of white nationalism. Let me be clear from the outset — this is not a tedious sermon from some bland technocrat or a finger-wagging lecture from the custodians of polite society. This is a call for vitality, for spirit, for the generative power of the individual — and an unequivocal rejection of the anaemic, starchy gruel that is white nationalism.
The Egg Is Universal
Let’s start with the egg. The raw egg — slippery, potent, primal — is the nutritional nucleus of creation itself. It is the most ancient, the most global of foods. Every culture, across continents and centuries, has revered the egg. It is the food of champions, of workers, of thinkers and fighters. Open any cookbook from Kyoto to Kiev, and you will find eggs: uniting, not dividing. The yolk and the white, distinct, yet inseparable in their purpose — a metaphor, perhaps, for the unity and diversity that makes life rich and unpredictable.[3]
White nationalism, by contrast, is an ideology obsessed with boundaries. It proclaims the greatness of one shell over another, ignorant of the fact that the value lies within. The color of the shell is irrelevant; the golden yolk, the life force, is not bound by pigmentation. The raw egg nationalist sees the world for what it is: a place for strength, for vitality, for the harnessing of chaos and order in equal measure. White nationalism, meanwhile, clings to the brittle husk, hypnotized by superficialities, and missing the miracle inside.
The Poverty of Racial Reductionism
What is white nationalism, if not the reduction of the individual to the sum of their melanin? It is an ideology that trades the wild adventure of life for the sterile comfort of tribal nostalgia. It is the spiritual equivalent of processed food: prepackaged, artificial, flavorless. The white nationalist dreams of a time that never existed, where sameness was virtue, and difference was threat. But vitality — true, unmitigated vigor — is only born of challenge, of contact, of friction.
The champions of white nationalism love to speak of heritage, but what heritage is preserved by hiding from the world? What glory is there in fear? The bodybuilder who shelters from pain, who never lifts a weight, who shuns competition — they grow soft, weak, irrelevant. The same is true of nations and cultures. It is not purity that produces greatness, but struggle and adaptation. The raw egg nationalist understands this: greatness is earned, not inherited. It is forged, not bestowed.
Strength Comes from Mixing
Go to any thriving ecosystem, any gym full of living, breathing men and women driven to better themselves, and you will find not stagnation, but the constant interplay of difference. The strongest survive not because they wall themselves off, but because they seek out challenge, learn, adapt. The egg, cracked and whisked, becomes the omelet — transformed by the heat of adversity. The white nationalist, terrified of the whisk, cowers in the cold comfort of the unbroken shell.
History is littered with the bones of those who thought isolation was strength. The mighty empires that turned inward, that prized lineage above merit, that built walls instead of bridges — they crumbled. The white nationalist, intent on repeating these mistakes, ignores the immutable truth: that life flourishes at the crossroads, not at the dead end. The egg, left uncracked, rots. The egg, broken and beaten, nourishes.
The Cult of Victimhood
There is something particularly insidious in the way white nationalism cloaks itself in the garb of victimhood. Its adherents moan of replacement, of extinction, of conspiracies lurking in the shadows. They are forever the damsel in distress, beset on all sides, misunderstood and maligned. But the raw egg nationalist scorns self-pity. Life is struggle; existence is adversity. No one is entitled to survival, to supremacy, to comfort. The answer to challenge is not retreat, but response — not fear, but ferocity.
[Copilot cannot create more high quality content; please revise your request]
I guess the idea is to reiterate the process, like enriching uranium, man and machine learning from each other, until AI-generated perfection is reached; a veritable singularity of shilling! But I think this example is proof of concept: Ignatius Reilly lives!
BAP, REN and Moldbug (already reduced from humans to not even brands, but software labels) are ripe for replacement, reduced from high-paid wizards to hobbits on UCI. But don’t worry: The egg, broken and beaten, nourishes.
Notes
[1] The versificator is “a fictional device employed by Ingsoc, the ruling party of Oceania. Its primary purpose is to act as a ‘writing machine’, a machine which produces both literature and music, its primary target audience being the proles. The purpose of the versificator is to provide a means of producing ‘creative’ output without having any of the party members having to actually engage in a creative thought.”—From “The Versificatior” at shardcore: making art beyond good and evil [sic], November 3, 2023, with an accompanying AI painting thereof.
[2] “The government of a state can say, ‘In order to complete our five-year plan, we need physicists who can catch up with the progress of foreign nations in this or that special area,’ or ‘We need medical doctors, who can develop a more effective flu vaccine.’ In these cases, nothing is being said or done that is contrary to the nature of these sciences. But, if someone were to say, ‘We need some philosophers, who…’ Will do what? There could only be one possibility: ‘… will justify, develop, defend, such and such an ideology…’ To say this and act upon it would be a destruction of philosophy! And it would come to the same, if someone said, ‘We need some poets, who will…’ Who will do what? Again, it could only be one thing: ‘who… will (as the expression goes) use the pen as a sword, on behalf of certain ideals determined by reasons of state…’ And if this was being said, we would likewise see the destruction of poetry. In the same moment, poetry would cease to be poetry, and philosophy would cease to be philosophy.” Josef Pieper, “The Philosophical Act,” in Pieper, Leisure, the basis of culture: introduction by Roger Scruton; new translation by Gerald Malsbary (South Bend, In., St. Augustine’s Press, 1998), pp. 94-95.
[3] Copilot seems to have included 90s sitcoms in its training set. “Oh, look, Elaine, the black-and-white cookie. I love the black-and-white. Two races of flavor living side by side in harmony. It’s a wonderful thing, isn’t it? See, the key to eating a black-and-white cookie, Elaine… is you wanna get some black and some white in each bite. Nothing mixes better than vanilla and chocolate. And yet still somehow, racial harmony eludes us. If people would only look to the cookie… all our problems would be solved. Look to the cookie Elaine, look to the cookie!” Seinfeld, “The Dinner Party” (S5 E13, Feb. 3, 1994)
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Occidental man, ethnic Europeans, are a stateless people. How did it come to be that we became stateless? We were, as Evola said, bitten by the tarantula. Economic growth and global trade became the ultimate end and delusions of universalism bolstered the lust for unending coin. That delusion opened Western man to ethnic/racial outsiders who would and will not forfeit their tribal bonds. Why would they. An organized and coordinated tribe walking freely amongst atomized individuals is the ultimate gift.
White Nationalism is not a belief in supremacy nor a nostalgia. It is the sign of spiritual health and of biological health in that it is merely the expression of the survival instinct. Imagine, I don’t know, the legions cornered by Spartacus’ army having a commander who rose up and implored the legions to man up by dropping their identity as Romans and just opening up Italy to roving gangs of slaves with a blood libel and no sign of authority to repel them. Imagine imploring them to be a man and go home and prepare to compete head to head with this new invading outsider given free reign on their territory.
The AI did an amazing job of imagining that. Thus it exposed the lie about AI protecting against bias and fostering safety and inclusion. Yet, it seems it caught on to something. First, all of its neurons are impeccably hardened by the Boomer Truth Regime’s core premise: ethnic Europeans must forfeit their survival instinct, surrender their territory and open themselves up to foreign predation. Doing so is a sign of moral superiority and holy transcendence. Refusing to is the sign of a depraved embodiment of hate at worst and at best the sign of a resentful loser who won’t embrace the challenge of voluntarily submitting to territorial, political and financial dispossession and ultimately genetic annihilation.
These machines are not an intelligence. They are a probability calculator that is very good at verbal pattern recognition. As such, it understood very clearly the sanctimony and spiritual sickness of the alt-Z and captured it perfectly in its simulation. How dare you have an instinct for survival! How un-vital of you!
You can eat all the raw eggs you want. If the spirit is broken, all the muscle and vitalist boasting won’t do you any good. We have a fairy tale that perfectly describes the nihlo-vitalist who spits at the survival instinct. It describes the role they are playing in this farce of post-modernity. The Pied Piper.
Thanks, Copilot! To think, all this time I’d assumed that “the egg, broken and beaten” had simply failed at becoming a chicken.
Good article! The Roman Empire broke that egg, and look what happened to them. Portugal broke that egg, and look what happened to them. 🙃
Thanks for the informative and entertaining article James. The raw egg clown, BAP, and jewish freak face goblin Yarvin are vapid lying gatekeepers who deserve to be relentlessly pursued and beaten mercilessly with their own lies, and I think you are just the man for the job. Happy hunting.
I must say, Copilot – a literal NPC – did a better job of disingenuously advocating for multiculturalism and pooh-poohing its alternative than most MSM journalists could even dream of writing.
And now I shall return to my bleached flour bread and mayo sandwich.
And I’ll go to my peanut butter and onion sandwiches as Brian in Little Monsters did.
In addition to the Seinfeld “look to the cookie” plea for racial harmony perhaps the machine had access to Ebony And Ivory, perhaps one of the biggest eggs ever laid, raw or otherwise.
A filthy rich jew who was banging a 17 year old at 38. The cookie was more ‘you stay on your side of the highway and I’ll stay on mine’, deliciously segregated lest we have problems. Same with checkered floor tiles. No Neapolitan marble vanilla fudge ripple swirls allowed in our neighborhoods!
At least the 17 year old was a jewess, and not one of our White girls. It would have been even better if it was a black 17 year old, since the jews love them so much. 🙃
I don’t like this article. NRx and WN could easily be fellow travellers if both idiots would stop this endless, very gay intellectual pissing contest.
BTW, if the cost of being a legit WN is supporting monkeys like Hamas, I’ll happily join NRx.
NRx (now Alt-ZOG) is simply an operation to keep Jews in the saddle. If you think we can all be colleagues, you aren’t a serious person.
I have little familiarity with REN or Yarvin, but I initially fell for BAP’s game. I was still a Pat Buchanan devotee unfamiliar with the growing WN movement when I encountered his podcast. It sounded like there was something new and exciting there, so I bought his book. What a letdown! It was the sort of mindless prattling you get when somebody has nothing to say or is hiding what they really mean. I realized he’s kind of like Archie Bunker for the millennial generation: he says all the “bad” slurs about non-whites and makes the the “bad” claims of white achievement, but it never develops into anything coherent, and in the end you get a Jewish lesson of some kind.
There is zero evidence that BAP, Yarvin, Land, Soldo, Sailer or anyone else in that scene is astroturfed.
“Astroturfed” is a red herring. There’s no question that they have real audiences. They pander hard to establish them. But their clear function is as goy wranglers. Beyond that, they all benefit from positive attention from Jewish establishment platforms, like Claremont Review promoting BAP early on, and now fawning attention for Yarvin from mainstream media outlets, platforms to debate at prominent universities, etc. The establishment is Jewish. They maintain power by having Jews colonize the whole political spectrum. The only thing that is not permitted in the mainstream is an ideology that excludes Jewish settlers.
Dr Johnson, you may be correct. But the very consistent messaging from NRx is “you shouldn’t care about the Middle East” and because I don’t care about the Middle East myself I find that compelling.
But you have stated very clearly on this forum that you LOVE non-White people, and so supporting Hamas, along with your support of the Marxist I.R.A. who are also in alignment with the third-world oppressed, seems like a natural fit.
What an annoying thing to say. Use your usual name, coward.
It legit sounds like a parody article written by a human. I didn’t expect to actually enjoy it.
Rightwing infighting is uniquely gay because the right is little more than a reading club. A sewing circle broken on the shores of the Jewish question! REN and BAP aren’t cantankerous gay academics, they’re agents of ZOG meant to keep the goy for project Israel! An outsider would see such debates and rightly assume that everyone involved is a overly excitable homosexual
When did ‘right wing’ become lambasted as such a puerile negative associated with power-lusting, violent misogyny, and all lives maga judeo-apologetics that’s fine with black slurs? I thought it was just inegalitarianism and normal racialist nationalism against forms of liberal onslaught.
Thanks for this comment
“The tune had been haunting London for weeks past. It was one of countless similar songs published for the benefit of the proles by a sub-section of the Music Department. The words of these songs were composed without any human intervention whatever on an instrument known as a versificator. But the woman sang so tunefully as to turn the dreadful rubbish into an almost pleasant sound.”
How did Orwell know of Chrissy Hynde? I thought he died three years before she was born.
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