Finland’s Future

I have been very busy with work and have neglected this blog for some time.

Tonight I found a video on YouTube that gives me some hope for the future of Finland: a young man reviewing his Airsoft rifle. Yes, it’s a BB gun and not a firearm, but that’s cool. He is immune to the Feminizing Narrative, and will no doubt grow up to be a leader.

If you are so inclined, please encourage him. I can only imagine what messages he is bombarded with at every turn.

God speed, young man!

Now… And Then

Now we allow our children to be exposed to every imaginable perversion, which is being used by our enemies to destroy us.

Exhibit A:


Contrast that with the past, when boys of 12 or so were awarded medals for saving lives at great risk to their own.

Exhibit B: the original Boy Scout Handbook from 1911, http://www.gutenberg.org/files/29558/29558-h/29558-h.htm

It’s a fascinating read. It provides a detailed look back into a time when American boys were taught to become men.

We Don’t Believe Mass Media

As reactionaries, we know precisely how to process mass media: we simply reverse its message.

The gist of the following slick and highly edited video is that most people are Antifas. You don’t have to understand one word of German to get that.

So I am encouraged! The Right must be on the ascendency in Austria. The fact that the mass media tries to persuade us otherwise– at no charge– is evidence enough.

May God bless Identitäre Österreich and all who support them.

Génération Identitaire

Génération Identitaire
[The banner reads: Emigration is killing Africa, immigration is killing Europe.]

This French youth organization occupied the office of the European Commission Saturday and demonstrated against mass immigration into Europe.

Génération Identitaire’s press release is here.

On June 6 in Vienna, their Austrian counterparts will be holding a demonstration against what they call the Großen Austausch (Great Replacement). Their website is here.


Tonight, after having had several drinks with friends at a downtown bar, I caught the bus home. It was the sensible thing to do.

I was wearing a suit and a fedora. Boarding the bus, I walked about 3/4 of the way to the back (one row past the back door, and up one level) and took a seat. Seated at the very back of the bus was a young man, perhaps 20 or so, wearing a cowboy hat. As I sat down, I heard some music blaring from his phone. After about 30 seconds, I turned around and said, “Do you mind turning that down?”

He answered, “Do you have a problem with my music? We can step outside and settle this right now.”

“We could, but that’s not the point. I’m simply asking you to turn it down,” I said.

He answered maintaining his own frame. I maintained mine.

Meanwhile, a degenerate ICP (Insane Clown Posse) wannabe wigger seated across the aisle and one row behind me said something to him, ostensibly in my defense.

“Keep out of this,” I said to him. “This has nothing to do with you.”

A minute later: “Hey baldy,” I heard from the back of the bus.

“I’m not bald,” I replied.

“I know. I’m not talking to you,” said the voice from the back of the bus.

“Who are you talking to?” said the bald ICP wannabe.

“You. Shut the fuck up” said the voice from the back.

The bus continued on its route. It didn’t take long for me to realize that the music had been turned off.

As I got off at my bus stop, I looked to the back and caught the guy in the cowboy hat with my eye. He was looking right at me. I touched my fedora with a three-fingered casual salute, nodded in his direction, and said, “goodnight.” At the same time, he nodded, smiled, and said, “Good night.”

If this young man is anywhere near typical, I am cautiously optimistic about our people in this part of the country. He has a shorter fuse than I’d recommend (however, in fairness so did I when I was his age), but I think his demonstrated automatic defense of his space, while also rejecting the degenerate who sought to hijack the situation for his own purposes, may bode well for him.

In the Old West, this would have taken place on the sidewalk outside the saloon. I’d have invited him in and bought him a drink. Hopefully, I will have the opportunity to do so some day.