Gustave Moreau, Hesiod and the Muse, 1891.

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As another birthday arrives, I find myself getting closer to the dreaded age of 40. Although I still feel young, I have started to reflect on the meaning of my life and my own mortality. Some people would call this a “midlife crisis.” Yet the real crisis comes from the disenfranchisement of white men in our culture and society. For every white man with a stable career and a family, an unemployed white man is living in his mom’s basement playing video games all day. Regardless of age, the wisdom of Hesiod reminds us that one man’s crisis can be another man’s opportunity. (more…)

Pieter Bruegel the Elder, The Wedding Dance, 1566.

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Die single and thine image dies with thee.

— William Shakespeare, Sonnet III

Half of all millennials are single. They are the loneliest generation ever. (more…)

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Delicious Tacos
Finally, Some Good News
Amazon Kindle, 2018

Charlie [grabbing the laptop from Alan]: “Come on, let’s see what floats your boat. . . grannies with trannies? Chickens with strap-ons? [Studies screen, look of horror] My God, you sick freak! My own brother! Online dating?” [1] (more…)

Anthony Frederick Sandys, Queen Eleanor, 1858.

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Most of my ex-girlfriends have referred to my mom as a saint. They often said this jokingly in reference to how challenging and difficult I can be at times. While no one is perfect, my mom probably deserves sainthood or the Nobel Peace Prize for putting up with me all these years. After being away for several years, I was finally able to celebrate Mother’s Day with my mom this weekend. (more…)

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I’m at the airport right now. Being in Eastern Europe for the past two years, I’ve spent a lot of time at various European airports. In regards to my personal life, I’ve found myself in a revolving cycle of meeting Eastern European women on Tinder, taking them on dates to the local IKEA, and then breaking up and saying goodbye to them at the airport. (more…)

The Chopin Museum in Warsaw.

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September 24, 2018

Very cold, blustery morning. This is what you picture Warsaw to look like: grey skies, brisk wind, and Polish people bundled in their fur coats, scarves, and Russian hats. Might be time to bust out my Marmot puffer jacket. Thank God I stuffed that into the little side panel on my suitcase as an afterthought in August. I’m gonna need it.

Walking around now thinking about Ewelina, the woman I met at the Soho Factory. That was her name, with the “w” pronounced as a “v.” (more…)

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September 21, 2018

Reading Breitbart News online this morning. Sometimes I get depressed and I don’t want to be on either side of these political fights. The Leftists are deranged, controlling, addicted to their power, and the Right appear to be without sympathy or empathy for anyone but themselves. And yet, it is the Right’s point of view that always feels right to me. (more…)

Typical Budapest hostel

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Part 1 here

September 4, 2018

I worked this morning at the English used bookstore/café, where I’m having a flirtation with the younger girl who works here. (more…)

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English original here

Übersetzt von Frank Miller

Sich mit Nationalisten-Typen zu treffen, ist oftmals ein ziemlich „deprimierendes Erlebnis“: Eine immer wiederkehrende Klage dabei lautet, daß gemischtrassige Babies anscheinend überall seien und weiße Frauen derart gehirngewaschen wären, hinter schwarzen Männern herzujagen, unter Ausschluß der Männer ihrer eigenen Rasse.  (more…)

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German translation here

Meeting up with Nationalist types can often be a bit of a ‘downer’. A recurring complaint is that mixed-race babies seem to be everywhere and white women have been brainwashed into chasing black men to the exclusion of men of their own race.

I am notoriously positive and optimistic about things in general, but am I naive?  (more…)