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Kanye & Kim, the next O. J. & Nicole?

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The brutal stabbing murders of Nicole Brown Simpson and Ron Goldman on June 12, 1994 came during an era of unprecedented pro-black messaging in American pop culture. Whereas the Reagan Era had at least appeared to quell the racial turbulence of the 1960s and 1970s to a point where the sickeningly wholesome and pearly-toothed families on sitcoms such as Family Ties and The Cosby Show differed only in skin color, by the late 1980s Americans started being force-fed a steady diet of Spike Lee films, black-nationalist hip-hop via groups such as Public Enemy, (more…)

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Drama gets a bad rap in dissident circles. You always hear people say, “I’m not getting myself involved in drama,” as if drama is inherently a bad thing.

But I say drama can be a good thing. For one, it can be good for morale. Drama can be fun, and can thus liven the spirits. Beyond that, however, most of the time there is a moral to the story. (more…)

Mark Salvas

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How does it feel to be left behind? How does it feel to be cast aside even though you did nothing wrong?

We on the Right know how this feels very well. It comes with the territory when you choose to be a dissident in any society. Some on the Left, however, are beginning to experience the same kind of abandonment, despite not being dissidents at all. Or, really, they are dissidents, and they just don’t realize it yet. (more…)

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Alien: Covenant is a masterfully crafted film from an experienced and subtle director. If you haven’t already seen it, I recommend this movie, as it has plenty to offer, ranging from gorgeous and eerie landscapes to White Nationalist dog-whistles. Much of the movie is shot with physical sets and props, giving a grungy, grimy, authentic feel to the cinematography. The spacesuits, xenomorphs, post-apocalyptic landscapes and crashed or ill-fated landers are all built on real sets and the raw solidity of it bleeds through. (more…)

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55 Days at Peking (1963), Zulu (1964), and The Sand Pebbles (1966) aren’t part of an actual trilogy, and aside from Zulu, the films aren’t necessarily about colonialist projects in the strictest sense. Additionally, the movies are produced, written, and directed by entirely different people. However, they are remarkably similar in some ways, and they all have a pro-white rule vibe.

The 1960s were a radical, change-filled decade. (more…)

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Author’s Note:

This story is based on a “creepypasta” entitled “Channel 67” published in a collection edited by Gregory West and Hayley Wicker. Like most such urban legends, the story sounded familiar to me when I read it, although I have not been able to find any other closely similar versions online. (more…)