Be Ye Not

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The Pro-White/White Nationalist movement grows daily it seems. It is heartening to see the numbers grow, be it in chats, “alt” social media, or even podcast listener numbers.

But these numbers are internet numbers. Often, this influx of people that we notice and now speak to are nothing more than screen-names on an app. This anonymity is necessary due to the current state of our society, but anonymity has a price.

I am an old man. I was alive before AOL. I remember dial-up, and the sound of machine Aztecs inside your computer making a mass blood sacrifice so you could try to connect and check on the codes for the Mortal Kombat fatalities (and if Britney Spears ever went topless) while sharing music and finding cool and edgy backgrounds for your MySpace page. Cable was for filthy rich kids and the concept of Wi-Fi was too far fetched even for Star Wars/Trek.

Back in those days, from year one, us youngins learned to be careful what we shared online, to not say or do anything that we would not do in person. Because, once it was on the internet, it was out there forever. We were also warned to not trust people who used fake names, because they were up to no good. Boy howdy, have the tables flipped on that one.

While the internet has brought with it the ability to share ideas en masse, it also contributed to the current depraved culture we have today. No longer are faggots, trannies, and child molesters relegated to seedy magazine stores, but instead they are front and center, free to enter everyones home.

The ability to share ideas carries the inherent vulnerability of children being introduced to unnatural things – explicit websites, chatrooms, and message boards that seem wholesome by reddit standards. Degeneracy was memed into normalcy through it’s introduction to the household under the guise of tolerance. Such is the cost of this universalist liberalism we find ourselves amongst today.

The most toxic parts of the internet continued to grow, and now those toxic things have pervaded and infected society. With the internet becoming the primary form of communication, it seems a given.

I am speaking to the choir about the ravages of degeneracy and trantifa given rein to run rampant by the current system. But there is a flip side to this as well: The young(er) men of our “movement” (normal White Folk who want to live and exist as normal White Folk) have also become an extension of the toxicity of the internet.

People hide behind screennames and act out in a manner that is not conducive to any sort of community building. Men whose faces and names are known have overblown egos and sow division amongst our people, issuing “burn notices” on anyone who does not bow their heads (and open their wallets) in submission as they dodge the responsibility of living up to their own words and slogans.

I see people purity spiral over the dumbest things, such as not reading the correct literature (reading is good), not adhering to some bodybuilder lifestyle (though you should lift), enjoying videogames or other forms of frivolity (you must be sure to have a life outside of them), or even whether you have accepted Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior (despite them being unable to agree on which denomination is the true way).

These same people will chide a man who has gotten himself established and gives advice as “not understanding” how things are and how things have changed. The easiest and lowest hanging fruit to pluck in this case is the whole dating scene “debate” (which often turns into an incel whinge fest). Now I am an old man, as I said. I often think of the state of the world and what I am leaving behind for my children. All the above purity spirals can and have been directed at me at one point or another.

Often this is done by younger men who seemingly demand the world, yet have not established themselves as deserving of it. I absolutely can get in better shape, I do not read Mein Kampf and Siege every day, I actively enjoy videogames so much that I got some buddies to make a free podcast about it with me, and I am Asatru with absolutly no intention of converting (so I am destined for hell according to some of these guys).

Now I have experience, much of it from doing the wrong things in the past. I no longer smoke or drink for the most part (wine with the wife and a rare cigar with the men is fine). I have an above replacement level amount of children, with the intention of having as many as the Gods gift me with (children are a gift, not a burden, and if you disagree you can take your faggot opinion elsewhere). I also engage in social interactions with modern women and men on a regular basis.

I have met absolute slags who would invite me up to their hotel room and let me have whatever I want (stopping the pursuit not because I was married, but because I refused to snort cocaine with them) in the exact same bar as I have met women who think anything more than wearing a top showing cleavage is beyond the pale in degenerate behavior.

Of course most women fall well in between the two. You simply have to go out and meet them.

I think of it like looking for an employer. I would often send out personalized resumes and cover letters to as many as 50 employers in a month to find work, being willing to travel as much as 50 miles away for a simple interview. How many young men are even willing to speak to 20 women in the course of a year? How far are they willing to travel to find the right woman?

But the whinging is only part of it. The other part is men who feel they can shit talk people they know without fear of repercussion. Men who think they can badmouth or even threaten another man’s wife. These faggots simply have not been punched in the face in some time, and it shows. So many other men allow this kind of behavior because they are also extremely-online. This is the culture of the trantifa and it’s associates that attack our people, and we would do well to not allow it amongst our own.

My greatest experience in all this is learning to be a friend. To build what the Asatru call Frith. I was not always a friendly man. I was downright anti-social. If you were to take a time machine to send me back to the young man I was before becoming redpilled, he would try to kill me. To become a friend, I had to develop real friendships, and that is a tall order over the internet.

I have seen some broke bastards in our movement travel over 5 hours to vet a man. 5 hours to meet a man to see if he is a good fit to be a friend, a man you can know IRL, whose children can play with yours, who you can trust to have around your family.

I have seen men travel that much to show support for one of our own who was screwed over by people that our movement would believe above reproach, and on less than 48 hours notice too.

I have sat down and learned much that I did not know, discussed spirituality with men who do not share my faith (but who have my respect) and come to agreements that internet spergs simply can not.

I have sat with men who are hesitant to put their toes into our waters due to the pressure that society threatens them with, and got them laughing and agreeing with us over a few games of RaWaGa (seriously, somebody find them and get them back to work. I love that card game).

Sincerity on the internet is non-existant, but this does not have to be the case. Every man I have met knows I do not say something in a chat room that I do not mean. I am a man who travels to meet the people he knows online. I would not want such a man to show up angry on my doorstep, so I try to ensure I would not antagonize such a man.

I have been punched in the face, and to quote from Full Haus: “Fighting your friends makes you better friends.”

My advice to our people is to actually meet people IRL. If you do not have friends, figure out why that is and fix it. If you are an unlikable sperg, the men in this movement will let you know and do their best to guide you to better social skills. If you are too lazy to go out and meet people, well, that is on you.

Iron sharpens iron as they say, and so men can tell another man where they are deficient. It might be you are not as great as you think you are, thus why you are alone. Meeting IRL is a major step for many people. You are now accountable to others for who you are and what you say and do.

In our increasingly online culture, this is anathema to the people that try to make cults of personality or just lash out in psychotic spergery. You can’t shit talk a mans wife IRL and not pay the price (and he may well not even be the first to punch you in the face).

Those men I have met I can call friend and even Brother. We have learned from each other. Our children have played together. I have eaten their wife’s cooking. We have laughed and played “childish” games together. I know that they are real and stand at my back, as I stand at theirs, together in a great battle against the degenerate sickly goblin world we find ourselves in.

Be on the internet, but not of it. The commandment is simple:

Be Ye Not A Faggot.