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Nearing the End of the Race

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5 kilometers is the standard foot race. In America, we still call them 5Ks despite not using the metric system, but everyone conceptualizes them as 3 miles and a final .1 mile burst. The evolution of the movement mirrors the 3 miles of a 5k race with each mile corresponding to the Trump, Dark Brandon, and Trump Reloaded presidencies.

The first mile begins with a confused stampede, oftentimes sparked by a gunshot. Everything seems possible. Of course it’s going to be a good day. However, many people are bad at pacing themselves and end up winded before even half a mile. We see this in the movement with those who burn brightly with the zeal of the newly converted but then one day just disappear, and also in those who naively thought that in 2016 we were just a few years away from total victory and that the regime would quietly wither away under a barrage of memes and votes. It’s almost as though we thought democracy wasn’t a sham.

The saturation of runners early on breeds chaos. Everyone is mashed together, and the slower runners never seem to wholly position themselves at the back as they’re supposed to. Similarly in the early days of the Alt Right, the market was saturated with podcasters. Those of us who were going to go far, but may have started off a tad slow, had to jostle for position with those who came more for fun than competition. But then they began to lag behind or drop out entirely, slowly thinning the herd so we had room to manoeuvre. There are indeed fewer public movement figures, but they are wiser, stronger, and more professional. Like runners who don’t have to weave around people, this allows us to perform better.

The second mile is when the fun transforms into torment. It’s when even the most motivated athletes ask themselves what they are doing with their lives and whether it’s all worth it. Anything seems preferable by comparison. Why couldn’t we do a less painful sport? The movement comparisons should be obvious. We faced the full wrath of the state. Why not just focus on pursuing money or pleasure like a “normal” person? Or advocate for white interests in a way that wasn’t as painful? Those surrogate issues like constitutionalism, religion, and free markets started to seem enticing, exactly because they were designed to.

It is incredibly lonely too. I don’t mind being alone, either in sport or in politics, but for many people, the isolation of the second mile amplifies their pain. There are no cheering spectators to distract them from their agony like at the start and the end, or to reassure them that it was worth it and they are not, in fact, crazy for not sleeping in.

And there’s no end in sight either. Was Brandon going to win a second term, or the masks and anarcho-tyranny ever end? We were objectively a lot closer than we thought but it began to wear upon even me. After being doxed in law school near the end of Trump’s first term, I put one foot forward after another because I didn’t know what else to do. I endured with silent determination, without thanks and without much hope. Perhaps enduring pain with patience in high school cross country was the Gods’ way of training me for politics. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone, but it was effective.

Trump winning his third presidential election was when we entered the third mile. There’s still work to do, but the end is in sight. There’s still a lot of pain ahead, but there is no doubt that we are up to the task. And as our ideas break into the mainstream we no longer have to suffer in isolation, unless we choose to by ghettoizing ourselves.

But it would be folly to think we are in the final .1 mile, or even near it. We should not mistake the easing of pain with fulfilling our goals. Things can still go terribly wrong in the third mile. Athletes can still be injured, wind themselves, or be passed by competitors. We will know when we have entered the final .1 mile by a sudden change. Either our enemies will rapidly collapse like dominos or a Jenga tower, or they will launch a final, desperate confrontation. This may or may not be after a years of lead or time of troubles.

In the meantime, we will have the normalizing, but not full normalization, of our ideas. Bad actors like Brilyn Hollyhand will be easily identified and dismissed, but they will still pop up. Deportations will continue, but not fast enough for our liking. Trump’s policies will continue to be as fickle as the Nebraskan weather in spring. Free speech on X will continue to be two steps forward, one step back. The Left will be prosecuted, but despite their whining it will only be a fraction of what they deserve and what Biden did to the J6 hostages.

There’s a lot that can go wrong in the third mile, but only if we become lackadaisical. Without burning out, we need to push for more. We shouldn’t be content with finishing the race or half measures. No, like a gamer or an athlete, we should seek to maximize our score. If not from pride, then at least from self-preservation. As the finish line nears, we nationalists can not adopt the conservative tradition of snatching defeat from the jaws of victory. Complacency kills.

I dislike asking for money and it will never not be awkward. But compared to KPBS, the NRA and others, Counter-Currents does it a lot less, a lot more tastefully, and for the most important cause in the world. We should be proud that we have survived into the third mile, but we are not near the finish line. Idealism and tenacity may have gotten us far, but they don’t pay an operating budget. And we don’t have AIPAC, George Soros, or USAID lavishing us with money.

But we do have committed people like you. With your support, I am certain that we will stride across the finish line and into a better future.

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