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It is often said that we do not know ourselves until we are faced with a crisis. The present crisis wrapped up in the Chinese coronavirus has, unsurprisingly, even further laid bare the agenda of the egalitarian regime. (more…)
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It is often said that we do not know ourselves until we are faced with a crisis. The present crisis wrapped up in the Chinese coronavirus has, unsurprisingly, even further laid bare the agenda of the egalitarian regime. (more…)
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I know, the fifty-fourth Super Bowl is old news. Who cares about something that occurred more than 24 hours ago? We might as well discuss a Babylonian sporting event. However, this Super Bowl averaged 102 million viewers, which makes it the eleventh most-watched event in US history — the top 10 are nine other Super Bowls and the final episode of M*A*S*H — and it is the pinnacle of Americanism. All football games are one elongated advertisement to consume more product, but this particular commercial, Super Bowl LIV, was blatantly hostile to its own consumer base. This seems unique and warrants dissection. (more…)
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You can always tell an enemy by the way he’ll attack you in the name of peace. He’ll claim he supports freedom, but will try to restrict yours in the name of freedom. He’ll speak loudly of universal standards, but will apply them only in a restricted manner. . . against you. (more…)
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If the title of this review surprises you, it shouldn’t. Do not be disillusioned — this multi-part spy saga is transparent propaganda, promoted (if not partly financed, I suspect) by Israel. It’s as Kosher as Rosenfeld’s bagels.
But first, the story. It concerns a Sephardic Jewish man, Eli Cohen, born in Alexandria, Egypt. By posing as an importer of Argentinian products into Syria, he manages to ingratiate himself into Syrian political society. Using the name Kamel Thaabet, he befriends members of the Ba’ath political party, including Colonel Amin al-Hafez who would later become Syria’s president (more…)
Fróði Midjord is joined by Survive the Jive once more in a new episode of Guide to Kulchur, where they discuss Robert Eggers’ The Lighthouse, (more…)
Orwell once wrote that “intellectual honesty is a crime in any totalitarian country; but even in England it is not exactly profitable to speak and write the truth.”
Everyone loves a good underdog story. It’s what Hollywood does well. Not to give Hollywood too much credit since I’ll posit that the underdog story is uniquely suited for cinema, regardless if it’s Hollywood or Bollywood or some independent genius shelling out the shekels behind the scenes. I suspect the reason can be boiled down to two words: “home cookin’.” With the right script and performance, filmmakers can get an audience to fall in love with a character despite his personality quirks and manifest flaws. (more…)
To kick off the new season of Guide to Kulchur, John Morgan and Survive the Jive rejoin Fróði Midjord to discuss David Cronenberg’s classic 1983 film, Videodrome, (more…)
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Greg Johnson and John Morgan reconvene the weekly podcast to discuss two articles on the idea of the Great Replacement, the first illustrating media hypocrisy on the topic, the second a vile hit piece on Renaud Camus, who coined the phrase. (more…)
According to standard Left-wing boilerplate, White Nationalists like me don’t speak or write; we “spew.” We don’t “spew” ideas, arguments, and facts. We spew “hate.” This hate, moreover, does not spread from mind to mind because it rationally convinces people. Instead, its propagation is “virulent,” like Ebola. When a mind virus is spreading, one does not refute it by appeals to facts and arguments. Instead, you have to contain it. You have to quarantine the carriers, like me, so they can’t infect other people. In short, you need censorship.
Last year, the Northwest Forum’s June and August meetings had three infiltrators. One was Patrik Hermannson of Hope Not Hate. The second was the girlfriend of a member of the local Cascadia group. The third was David Lewis, a Seattle journalist.
Obviously, we needed to rethink our vetting procedures.