I always wondered how veterans of WWI must have felt 20 years after the Armistice watching Europe careen towards another European conflict. How did they feel while remembering all the sacrifices they made, the suffering they witnessed, and the friends they lost? (more…)
My mom once hit a black kid with her car in the area of West Philly where police shot and killed a knife-wielding, dreadlock-swinging, serial arrestee and prodigious impregnator of black baby mamas named Walter Wallace, Jr. last Monday afternoon.
Mind you, mom didn’t intentionally hit the black kid with her car, although I wouldn’t put it past her. (more…)
What George Lakey Gets Wrong about White Nationalists
Last week, morning joggers running along Kelly Drive in Philadelphia came across the once-prominent statue of the Viking explorer, Thorfinn Karlsefni – torn down and lying upon the ground. The general consensus is that the statue’s toppling was conducted in the same spirit that led to a spate of vandalism against Confederate monuments earlier this year, given that it has also previously been defaced by anti-white graffiti. This statue is also where Keystone United (formerly the Keystone State Skinheads) meet as part of their annual Leif Erickson Day celebration. (more…)
Last night I ushered at the local Shakespeare Theater. I had to look the part. So I bought shoe polish at the dollar store, lathered my loafers three (3) times, and glossed my footing. Meanwhile, I discovered the secret of Chinese shoe shine exporters: mix dog shit and lard, slip it in a tin, seal it with a Royal English label. (more…)
Small Talk Amongst Les Petits Blancs in Philly
Tonight I went to the Cathedral of Saints Peter and Paul. Three weeks before the Pope’s visit and already electric with excitement.