Author: F. C. Stoughton

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We in the Alt Right tend to regard our internal religious debates as pointless and divisive; Atheist or Anglican or Asatru, we feel, target each other for denunciation or proselytization only to the detriment of our cause. Thus we often adopt a playful cynicism when dealing with the subject of religion so as to avoid intragroup strife and hurt feels. (more…)

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Paul Cézanne, Pyramid of Skulls, circa 1901

Dear Western “Leaders,”

It’s time for that talk again. Another round of terror bombings. Again? Already? Dozens more innocent men, women, and children dead and hundreds more maimed. Obama, detached, announcing stricter security measures; our world “leaders” and “national security experts” patiently lecturing us about how we shouldn’t “give in to Islamophobia.”  (more…)

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As if the recent jihadist attacks in Paris weren’t tragic enough, they instigated a series of vicious counter-strikes by the French left, who pummeled every available Muslim with good-will, tolerance, flowers, fraternité, and hugs.  (more…)

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Salvador Dalí, The Discovery of America by Christopher Columbus, 1959

My parents, like most white mainstreamers, are unwittingly, casually anti-white. They don’t even think about it. Their anti-whiteism is a worldview that they have adopted by osmosis from their “progressive” environment. Like many in their generation of war babies and boomers, they’ve spent their whole lives lazily parroting the talking points of their radical professors and of Hollywood. Having been thus long immersed in the moral rhetoric of ’60s kosher leftism and the gospel of “civil rights,” they tend to think it the height of sophistication and righteousness to point out, whenever possible, ways in which white people are wicked and wormy, and how non-whites are admirable, brilliant, noble, innocent, and good.  (more…)

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Here’s a stumper: if the definition of irony is typically something like “that which goes against expectations,” then how could an Avant-Garde artist—one who is expected to test the boundaries of our expectations—ever satisfy popular, mainstream, garden-variety tastes in irony? At some point, the Avant-Garde artist will, according to his nature, go against the expected means by which the unexpected is supposed to be realized; he will offer us a new unexpectedness.  (more…)

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The quiet riverside London suburb of Woolwich yesterday witnessed the decapitation murder of a white British soldier at the hands of two Islam-crazed blacks.

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In his recent Salon.com article, Democratic partisan and AIPAC-credentialed blogger David Sirota expressed his sincere hope the Boston Marathon bomber would turn out to be a “white American.”

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Dear Mr. Anderson,

Though you claim to have been “heartened to see the vigorous debate” following your interview with Charlie Krafft, your website curiously no longer accepts comments for that episode. (more…)