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Tuesday, 31 December 2013


by Colin Liddell

Every society and civilization has its heroes, either gods, humans, or a mixture of both. It has been the fate of America and the global Western civilization it leads to be represented in this respect first by cowboys and latterly by caped and masked crusaders.


The Chechens or possibly their fellow Muslims from other parts of the Caucasus have been at it again: committing "cowardly" acts of suicide terrorism and, in the process, emphasizing the contradictory nature of a Russian state that, despite the breakup of the Soviet Union, still extends far beyond its demographic boundaries, yet somehow tries to pretend that it doesn't.

Monday, 30 December 2013


Machiavelli of the modern age: Saul Alinsky

by William Solniger

(continued from part 1)

It is perhaps more difficult now than ever before to offer white Europeans new (or restored) values, identities, flags, causes, and heroes. Radical traditionalists who try to do this soon find themselves battling upstream – against the decadent Western “culture” that breeds apathy, irony and inertia; against the mass media that rushes to stigmatise any rightist cause that seems to be gaining momentum; and, significantly, against the leftist discourse of critique (taught in some form to every one of the legions of young people on the humanities-degree conveyor belt) that exists to “deconstruct”, ridicule, and otherwise smear shit over everything traditionally European.


For the second part of my review of Alexander Dugin’s The Fourth Political Theory, I will focus on the more esoteric and abstract aspects, and attempt to relate it to real political concerns and issues. Although such ideas may seem irrelevant to a lot of people, they do have significance in the sense that they allow us to trace the trajectory of Dugin’s ideas, as well as their implications on the political sphere. In other words, they can tell us where Dugin is “coming from.”


Due to the complexity of the The Fourth Political Theory and the wide array of ideas presented therein, I considered it prudent to divide my review into two parts. The first part will deal with Dugin’s political and geopolitical theories, while the second part will deal with the more abstract aspects of his thoughts.

Discussing Alexander Dugin's latest book, The Fourth Political Theory is in many ways a difficult task, mainly because the book itself is extremely abstract, and also because it attempts to address various complex issues simultaneously. So I think it’s best to start my review by stating that I have read many of Dugin’s translated articles and have watched many of his videos online, many of which are too arcane for my intellectual faculties.

Sunday, 29 December 2013


by Dave Stevens

There is no doubt that Nigerian Immigrants Michael Adebolajo and Michael Adebowale killed Drummer Lee Rigby. They boasted of doing so and have rightly been convicted of murder. They deserve the martyrdom they seek at the end of a hangman’s rope, and if Britain was really a democracy in which the will of the British people was done that is what they would get. In fact they cannot be sentenced at all until a panel of senior judges tell the trial judge what sentences the "European Court of Human Rights" will allow him to pass on them .

But Adebolajo and Adebowale are not the ONLY people who killed Lee Rigby.

Saturday, 28 December 2013


The two-faced Roman god Janus

As we reach the end of an old year and anticipate the start of a new one, it is appropriate to reflect on what has come to pass and to look ahead at what’s likely to come.

We find ourselves at a temporary virtual home right now, there being no room at the proverbial inn following the events of the “Christmas Day Purge,” described in an Alternative Right Facebook status update that I authored, which was posted on December 26:
"To those of you still wondering, here's what happened: on Christmas Day, we discovered that Richard Spencer, the originator and former editor-in-chief of Alternative Right, had fixed the web address of so that it automatically reroutes to his new magazine, Radix Journal. This unannounced move caught us by surprise. Although Richard owns the URL for Alternative Right, and thus had every legal right to do what he did, we were still taken aback by the way this transition was handled.


Andy and Colin are joined once again by Carl to take a look back at the "Year of the Snake" as it starts to slither out of sight. Among the talking points are MSNBC's attack on NPI and Alternative Right, the steady growth of Euro-nationalism, the suicide of Dominique Venner, the superpower showdown over Syria, the rise of Bitcoin, the successful NPI Conference in Washington, the death of Margaret Thatcher, and Miley Cyrus's over-active tongue.

Friday, 27 December 2013


The extension of China’s Air Defense Identification Zone (ADIZ) recently generated a lot of not so subtle butthurt in regional geopolitics here in Asia, so it is prudent to examine this particular issue within a broader context.

Thursday, 26 December 2013


by Andy Nowicki

Phil Robertson, the embattled patriarch of TV reality show Duck Dynasty, recently committed the tactical error of being sincere and forthcoming.

A smart, articulate, clever man, the backwoods multimillionaire business mogul nevertheless badly squandered what could have proved to be an opportunity to exercise Christ’s injunction to be “innocent as a dove, but shrewd as a serpent.”


by Max Suebian

Like many people, I was largely unaware of the "blogosphere" until 9-11.

Like virtually all of the cookie-cutter conservatives I know, I was initially swept up by the Neo-Conservative agenda, and wholeheartedly supported George W. Bush's declared intention to bring democracy to the world... even if that meant down the scope of a predator drone.


From the Dissident Right
by John Derbyshire
Vdare Books, 224 pages
Available for purchase at

Reviewed by Gilbert Cavanaugh

I would be surprised if there was a single AltRight reader that was not familiar with the sordid tale. After writing the now infamous The Talk: Nonblack Version for Taki’s Magazine. John “The Derb” Derbyshire was summarily fired from The National Review. Shortly thereafter Peter Brimelow hired him full-time at Vdare and he has now become a bit of a celebrity among we who dare speak of race. Last April, to mark the one-year anniversary of said brouhaha, Vdare released a collection of The Derb’s writings and talks.


by William Solniger

In a previous essay entitled “Resisting Egalitarian Humbug,” I introduced the concept of ‘kakistocracy’ (rule of the worst) to describe the type of elite which rules under the political formula of universal egalitarianism, and is commanded by both the logic of that formula and its own self-interest to incessantly attack its host society. I identified the modern “secular church” of progressivism with this type of elite, and noted that it shares a significant degree of common purpose with the more formal power- and wealth-holding elites of government and business.


Andy and Colin are once again joined by Charles to discuss the "The Knockout Game" a spate of random attacks by Blacks against non-Blacks that seems to be motivated by racial hatred. Colin also explains the role that Whites play in this game with their own "Blankout Game," in which they foolishly feign race blindness, leaving themselves open to these attacks.


In the very first Alt-Right podcast, Andy and Colin are joined by John Morgan of Arktos Publishing and "Charles," an aspiring (and secretive) Swedish folk musician and writer, to talk about the passing of two men who died on the same day, Nelson Mandela and Colin Wilson. While one was lauded by every outlet of the mainstream media, the other was practically ignored. We also plug Andy's new book Lost Violent Souls and alternative history novels.


I suppose I should be used to it by now, but there are times I just hope beyond hope that I won't be let down again. Hollywood, you've left me bruised and spat upon too many times to count. Just give me my Tolkien unspoiled and I'll be good. Please!


My position has been consistent since 1997: diversity doesn't work.

This is different from dislike or fear of the elements of diversity, such as "I don't like black people" or "I think Caucasians are inferior." It is not a critique of a specific aspect of diversity, but diversity itself.

It applies uniformly to diversity of religious, ethnic/racial, cultural, linguistic and even caste distinctions. The rule is that the less variation you have in your society, the healthier and happier it is.

Monday, 2 December 2013


Lucien Freud or the Elephant Man?

A triptych by the Irish-born British artist Francis Bacon was sold by Christie’s in New York for the record sum for any artwork at auction of £89 million this month.

Bacon’s three depictions of Freud seem sketchy indeed. Each shows him seated within a framework of lines that look like aids to drawing perspective. Freud’s foot escapes from this framework cage in some sort of symbolism. The artist breaking the boundaries of art?

Freud’s face is a distorted blob, as if, instead of Freud as a sitter, Bacon was in lurid fashion painting the Elephant Man. Actually, if one had not been told, one would have no idea who the sitter was. It could have been almost anyone – a stranger off the street. And here we have the key to this work. For who tells us that this is Freud? It is Francis Bacon, the artist.

Thursday, 7 November 2013


by Brett Stevens

Logical fallacies are not the be-all and end-all of logic. In fact, they’re just a handy shorthand for recognizing common mistakes made in argument. However, if you find one present in an argument that someone is making, like “we should all be liberals,” you should proceed with caution.

Where the basic assumptions are logical errors, more are sure to follow. And worse, those who accept logical errors can’t tell the difference between insanity and sanity, so you’re in for a rough ride.

Tuesday, 5 November 2013


In three months of campaigning, New York City Public Advocate and presumptive mayor-elect Bill de Blasio has accomplished the impossible: making Mike Bloomberg look good.

Given that the diminutive Jewish billionaire has managed to piss off just about everyone during his decade-plus reign as the Big Apple's Il Duce, that's no small deal. Between his fascistic anti-gun policies, his war on sodas and other fattening foods, neutering the city's term limit law in a blatant power grab and using the NYPD as his personal Praetorian Guard, it's a wonder that Gracie Mansion hasn't been torched by an angry mob yet.

Monday, 4 November 2013


Note: The following is an portion of a speech I gave at a National Front meeting on cultural themes.

The Elizabethan theatre had several great playwrights: Thomas Dekker, Robert Greene, Thomas Kyd, George Chapman, George Peele and so on; however, I’m going to concentrate on two: William Shakespeare and Christopher Marlowe. Everyone in Britain, of course, knows Shakespeare even if only as a name, but Marlowe is less well known and there are reasons for that, despite him being at least as good a playwright as Shakespeare.

Little is actually known about these playwrights, their opinions, views and philosophy of life; it is not like nowadays, where anyone even remotely famous is interviewed and scrutinised by the press in minute detail in what’s become a sort of mass voyeurism. We do know, however, how Kit Marlowe died: he was stabbed in a bar fight. Can you imagine Kenneth Brannagh getting into a brawl in a pub? As I have said, the theatre was not the effete parlour for luvvies it is now.



There are three types of people in the world: People who haven’t heard of the paleo diet, people who have tried the paleo diet, and people who can’t wait to tell you how stupid it is.

People in the last group want to tell you how we’re still evolving, how different groups evolved differently, how you couldn’t live like our ancestors even if you tried, how the paleo diet isn’t sustainable for the world’s growing population, how SCIENCE! can produce superior health and athleticism, and how all that meat and fat will make you obese and give you a heart attack.

Thursday, 31 October 2013


Journalists employed for the express purpose of writing hit pieces are immediately in an unenviable spot, rhetorically speaking.

The person or group of people they’re assigned to smear, ridicule, and deride is obviously considered loathsome and contemptible by their bosses, which is why the journos in question have been sent to do their hack jobs in the first place.

Saturday, 12 October 2013


Absolutely, bloody fascinating!! Two stories crop up at the same time and they dovetail beautifully. They both involve Africans, boats, and the "nastiness" of Whites, but in such odd, interesting, opposite and complementary ways that one can only rock back in one’s chair and let the wind whistle slowly between one's teeth.

The Daily Mail reports that fourteen Caribbean nations are attempting to sue Britain, Holland and France for the transatlantic slave trade; while over in the Mediterranean the main news is the terrible drowning of hundreds of immigrants sailing from Africa in the waters off Malta.

Sunday, 6 October 2013


by Albert Brenner

I have been asked many times to write a column about Afrikaner identity. It's a task I have always dreaded, for it will need to also involve examining questions like: can an atheist be an Afrikaner? Similarly, can an English-speaking white South African be an Afrikaner? Can Afrikaner political parties not supporting self-determination still be called "Afrikaner"? Or even: can non-whites be Afrikaners? Any honest elucidation of (the) Afrikaner identity must also include the less savoury aspects of said people. But then; nobody is perfect. That said, here goes…

Afrikaner identity, like all others, is comprised of three distinct, yet intimately intertwined aspects: the individual, the collective and the nation.

Saturday, 5 October 2013


Rihanna: three orifices held together by an intermediate biomorphic mass.

I've never really seen what all the fuss is about Rihanna, who is apparently the world's biggest pop star or thereabouts. Her music is...yawn! But she's a chick, so the quality of her choons is probably a matter of secondary importance. Her success must be based mainly on her looks and vibe, but even here I can't quite see it. She has a juvenile-looking face that probably appeals to paedos, plus what looks like a serious underbite and rather too capacious a forehead for her chosen profession.

It's very hard being a pop star of colour, especially if the "colour" is Black, due to White privilege and racism. No, don't laugh! It's true! ...At least if you're a pop star.

Monday, 23 September 2013


The following is the conclusion of my interview with Juleigh Howard-Hobson, whose book I Do Not Belong to the Baader-meinhof Group and Other Poems is now available from
Part 1 can be read here.

Nowicki: "Or Forever Hold No Peace" is a stirring poem about WW2 veterans, apparently from both the Axis and the Allied side of the war. The poem seems to reflect on a "bright time when/ Hope stood gladly with you, Europa's men." Talk about the inspiration and context for this poem, as well as your reference to the "black sun" (which is also referenced in other poems of the collection). “What is history but a fable agreed upon?” said Bonaparte.

Howard-Hobson: “Or Forever Hold No Peace” wanted to be written, it came as an image in my head: old grizzled men standing in a line, waiting for a memorial parade to begin. Which memorial, which parade, which men....those things didn’t matter.... all that mattered, as far as the poem was concerned, was that the men were together and they were old and they knew something and they knew that what they knew was not what they were supposed to know—not the official story, not the sanctioned truth, not, perhaps, even the legal truth anymore...but still, they knew it. The poem comes from the frustration of knowing that these grand old men might take something precious to their graves because they don’t know that their truth won’t only fall on deaf ears. That some of us want to know what they knew. On both sides.

Friday, 20 September 2013


Juleigh Howard-Hobson, poetess

The following is the first part of my interview with Juleigh Howard-Hobson, whose new book of poems, I Do Not Belong to the Baader-meinhof Group and Other Poems, is now available from Counter-Currents.

Nowicki: As a poet, you have achieved significant success, both inside and outside of "the movement." It is safe to say that many non-alternative rightists/ WNs/ ideological heretics nevertheless enjoy your work. To what extent is your poetry an expression of your beliefs, and to what extent could it be called non-ideological?

Howard-Hobson: Everything any artist does comes from inside the artist and nowhere else. There’s no escaping that. So, it’s absolutely true that everything I write is from inside of me—informed by my beliefs, my ideologies and my own experiences. I’ve lived in 3 nations, and two opposite coasts of one of them—my outlooks, my thoughts, my personal expressions, every word I put down on paper, are all the result of conclusions (some even unconscious ones) that I’ve come to after seeing what I’ve seen of the world, and knowing what I know of people, of culture, of how history is interpreted and even distorted, what the air smells like in London’s suburbs, what ANZAC Day means in Sydney, how to grow spring gardens in the Portland rain, how holiness is experienced....

Thursday, 19 September 2013


While scientific work in the West continues to be constrained by the dogma of human equality and therefore focuses predominantly on relatively expensive surgical and medicinal therapies to retrospectively improve the condition of individual humans, the Chinese, free from such dogmatic constraints are employing state-of-the-art-gene sequencing technologies as part of a state sponsored eugenics programme aimed at achieving significant advances in the quality of their future generations.

BGI Shenzhen, known as the Beijing Genomics Institute prior to 2008, is one of the world’s premier genome sequencing centres and was created in 1999.

Monday, 16 September 2013


So, out of fifty hot pieces of ass, they went with the swarthiest, most foreign-looking ass of the bunch.

Mighty white of them!

Yes, that's right... In case you hadn't heard, Miss America has gone out of its way to acknowledge the "ethnic other" this year. Out of the typical bevy of beaming babes putting themselves on display last Sunday night in that inimitable, adorably pre-feminist manner – widely grinning, regally waving, strutting their formidably sexy stuff in sparkling evening dresses and curve-hugging bikinis, and guilelessly delivering vapid answers to stupid questions from judges, in the best beauty pageant tradition – the assessors of the 2013 event (which included out-of-the-closet NSYNC-er Lance Bass; what the hell does he know about girls, anyhow?) chose the one from New York; the exotic, masala-flavored chickadee of the litter, a 24-year old named Nina Davuluri.

Sunday, 8 September 2013


Young Syrian girl rapidly approaching "rape age."

With some kind of attack on Syria apparently imminent, it’s heartening to see the high moral fiber of the “freedom fighters” that America would like to shed its cruise missiles to support.

While most marauding gangs of thugs would be happy to use their fleeting local ascendancy to murder, rape, and steal as they pleased, the noble “freedom fighters” to whom John McCain and now President Obama have taken a such shine to, prefer to do things strictly by the book. Too bad that the book in question just happens to be the Koran – an epilepsy-and-sun-stroke-inspired work, written in a milieu of dark age desert warfare and age-insensitive gang rape.

Friday, 6 September 2013


An interview with Alexander Dugin on the Syrian crisis.

Prof. Dugin, the world faces right now in Syria the biggest international crisis since the downfall of the Eastern Block in 1989/90. Washington and Moscow find themselves in a proxy-confrontation on the Syrian battleground. Is this a new situation?

Dugin: We have to see the struggle for geopolitical power as the old conflict of land power represented by Russia and sea power represented by the USA and its NATO partners. This is not a new phenomenon; it is the continuation of the old geopolitical and geostrategic struggle. The 1990s was the time of the great defeat of the land power represented by the USSR. Mikhail Gorbachev refused the continuation of this struggle. This was a kind of treason and resignation in front of the unipolar world. But with President Vladimir Putin in the early years of this decade, came a reactivation of the geopolitical identity of Russia as a land power. This was the beginning of a new kind of competition between sea power and land power.

Wednesday, 4 September 2013


With a sly, knowing wink to Martin Niemoller. What follows is a contemporary reworking of his famous dictum about life in Nazi Germany, as it might be spoken by a typical weasel-faced, mainstream American conservative establishment-lapdog, as a sort of soliloquy/confession uttered in an unguarded moment.

Don't worry about the encroaching totalitarian dystopia... it's football season, baby!

First, they came for the Holocaust deniers.

I didn’t have a problem with this at all. After all, as a mainstream American conservative, I pledge fealty to the state of Israel and obediently fetishize Jewish historical suffering as uniquely horrific. To compare the Jewish Holocaust to any other instance of mass murder is offensive to me, because (as I have been told, and as I quite unthinkingly repeat, good little goyboy that I am) to do so inexcusably trivializes the Shoah, making it seem like just another case of man’s inhumanity to man, which it certainly wasn’t, because… well, because that’s what I’ve been told! By whom, you ask? Well, by sources that are surely knowledgeable, sources that one doesn’t question if one knows what is good for one—and I, for one, surely do!

Wednesday, 28 August 2013


Well done, Miley. You've finally done it. I was trying to ignore you, like all the rest of the dross and mulch that is forced through the rotting intestines of the frankly dead music industry, but your latest little vid seems to have snaggled onto the broken shards left by the departed consciousness of Western civilization and has gone viral, so you must be doing something right, you little minx!


Folks have reportedly been shocked and shattered by the aesthetic grotesqueries displayed by Miley Cyrus’s full-throttle sexed-up meth-bimbo act at the MTV Video Music Awards last Sunday. But the onstage schtick she stuck in the nation’s face during her performance of the vacuously generic party-anthem We Can’t Stop isn’t anything new; I caught the dubious scent a few days ago when I came across the bizarre video for this inexplicably chart-topping single, which, far from being sexily hedonistic, is downright creepy in its unsparing depiction of youthful degradation. (See also Colin Liddell's useful analysis of the video.)

Gone are the Daisy Duke shorts, the lustrous locks and the winsome eyes of Miley in her Party in the U.S.A. teen-tease phase. Even the smokin’ hot jailbait seductress look of Can’t Be Tamed is nowhere to be seen. What we have here is an entirely different vibe from anything that preceded it in the Miley canon, from Hannah Montana's premiere episode through to the present.

Tuesday, 27 August 2013


Recently, I was sent to a workshop at a Labor Department office to test its usefulness in helping the unemployed find work, helping to determine whether taxpayer dollars are being spent wisely. This was in a certain county in upstate New York that I’m not at liberty to disclose, other than to say that it’s in a rural area and it has one of the highest unemployment rates in the state.

It also has one of the lowest literacy rates in the state. I’ll call it “Methlab County.” The particular program I sat in on was “Internet Job Search,” about using the web to find work. You might be wondering, in this age of 4G smartphones and ubiquitous Internet access, precisely who would have difficulty applying to jobs online. The answer: fifty- and sixtysomething white ex-factory workers who don’t own computers, don’t even have email accounts. In fact, the second half of the three-hour(!) workshop was devoted to teaching us how to open and use email accounts with Yahoo! or Google.

Friday, 9 August 2013


My faith teaches, or rather holds it as self-evident, as an outgrowth of natural law, that suicide is a sin. I understand and fully accept this tenet, and wouldn’t dream of dissenting from it, or from any other legitimate, duly-held Church doctrine.

Wednesday, 7 August 2013


by Dan Roodt

Is it not astounding that so many people are criticising the outcome of the Zimbabwean elections, when that country went through an official poll in which ZANU-PF won a clear majority?

In addition, Robert Mugabe’s view of democracy is entirely commensurate with that of most western leaders, especially those of Britain and the US. There exists a dichotomy between the spectacle of campaigning and voting – the soap opera of elections – and the real business of power that is normally settled outside of public scrutiny, in proverbial smoke-filled rooms.

Saturday, 20 July 2013


Recently, I was interviewed by someone from a major news outlet, working on a story about the manosphere. It went better than I expected, but midway through, the reporter asked me about the level of “hatred” and “vitriol” in the manosphere and what I think of it. My answer ran along the lines of the Private Man’s recent arguments that masculine anger is a necessary and transitional aspect of the manosphere; men who have been screwed over in more ways than one over the course of their lives have every right to be angry, and that with the exception of the MRA/MGTOW permavirgins, men get over their anger eventually and move on.

But from a more practical standpoint, what do men have to lose from being angry and confrontational?

Monday, 1 July 2013


What follows is the speech delivered on June 29th by Philippe Vardon, a leader of the Identitarian movement in France and Europe, during the fifth edition of “Identitär Idé,” a yearly conference organized by Arktos Publishing in Stockholm, Sweden. The central theme of this conference was “Identity Vs. Globalism.” This speech was translated from French into English by Roman Bernard with edits by Colin Liddell.


I am doubly happy to be with you today, and I would like to thank the organizers of this conference, chiefly Daniel Friberg of Arktos Publishing.

Tuesday, 25 June 2013


Shock n' paw

Over at Taki’s, Pat Buchanan is lamenting the Pentagon’s latest kowtowing to the gender equality extremists by agreeing to integrate women into front-line and special combat units, like the Rangers and SEALs.

Saturday, 22 June 2013


Guns, Crime, and Freedom
by Wayne LaPierre
Regnery Publishing, Inc., 263 pages
Available for purchase from Amazon here

   Reviewed by William Cavanaugh

"Arguments, whether political or philosophical, are like ammunition – you should stock up on them before the trouble starts." That is what I told a friend of mine when he expressed surprise at my idea of writing a review for a book now almost two decades old. The friend in question is rarely impressed with my little aphorisms, so I spelled it out in more concrete terms.

Wayne LaPierre wrote Guns, Crime, and Freedom in 1994 when the country was quite divided on countless issues: immigration, gun control, gays, a new era of foreign policy, and a Democratic president who had come out of nowhere. Sound familiar? I always find it strange when people talk about the "Culture War that was" – when did it end? Maybe for a chunk of time after 9/11, but since at least the 2004 election all the old debates have been raging and are far from stopping. If they were not, Richard Spencer would not still be talking about Peter Brimelow's 1995 book Alien Nation, and Obama would not be interested in keeping the Clintons so close to his administration.

Sunday, 9 June 2013


This mook says not to kill yoourself...

by Andy Nowicki

Reflecting on Dominique Venner’s recent suicide has caused me to consider the entire subject of self-slaughter anew. There are many different angles from which one might analyze and comment upon the matter of dying by one’s own hand—and I have weighed many of them before—but one which has gone largely unremarked is the concept of suicide as a pop-cultural phenomenon. At the risk of sounding insufferably po-mo, what is needed is a “meta”-analysis of the practice of quietus-making and bodkin-baring.

To begin a discussion of the macro, one starts with the micro, working one’s way outward, from the mysterious fibers of one’s own soul into the complex interweavings of the collective soul of the culture at large. As a nihilistic, agnostic, chronically morose Gen-X teenager marooned in the mid-80s, consumed with all-too-typical alienation and tiresomely frequent spasms of unsightly anomie from the onset of puberty’s bitter bloom and forever afterward, I can vividly recall the suicide hysteria that broke out in America just as I found myself stumbling, mumbling, and lumbering through adolescence.

Looking back now, it seems like a kind of harmonic convergence: at the very moment the taste of the world turned sour to me, transforming from the deliciously joyful flavor of childhood purity and innocence into the lascivious miseries and resonant humiliations of high school loserdom, the adult sector of society, represented in the media, suddenly became like a hovering, overly solicitous parent. We were treated to “very special” episodes of shows like Family Tiesone where Michael J. Fox goes all embarrassingly maudlin after the death of a friend, lurching around and screaming “Why am I alive????”—as well as relentless PSAs, and a growth industry of “depression treatment centers” for troubled teens, whose commercials stoked parental concern by ominously instructing parents to look out for “warning signs.” (“If your son or daughter becomes moody, quiet, and withdrawn, call us! Don’t wait until it’s too late!”, etc.)

Perhaps the nadir of this whole baleful spectacle of overbearing baby-boomer-led moral panic occurred in 1985, when Billy Joel released the song and video You’re Only Human (Second Wind). It is difficult for me to describe the vehement hatred I felt and still feel towards every single aspect of this supposedly life-affirming little ditty. Indeed, the extent of my contempt towards Joel’s abominable pro-existence musical manifesto may even exceed the revulsion which overtakes me when I contemplate The Greatest Love of All, Whitney Houston’s nauseating paean to the navel-gazing glories of feculent self-love. As 80s anthems of awfulness go, these two songs are pretty much interchangeable, quality-wise, and that’s no compliment to either of them. In fact, I’d almost go so far as to say that if loving life means you have to love the message of You’re Only Human (Second Wind), then fuck life, and double fuck Billy fuckin’ Joel’s smug, ugly mug.

Second Wind sucks wind from the very first second of its appalling existence. It’s indeed unfortunate that the song ever decided to go on living, rather than strangling itself in its infernal musical cradle and thus putting itself, and us, out of its, and our, misery. From the start, we are subjected to a retardedly generic, obnoxiously jazzed-up, stupidly syncopated melody punctuated by a screechy, overly cheerful “Woo-woo-woo!” from the same obligatory Negress backup singers found in so many white-bread 80s pop songs.

Then, as if the music isn’t enough of a beating, the vocals kick in. BJ is in a pompously lecturing mood. He wants the kids of the world to know that “It’s all right,” that things will go their way, if they just hold on for one more day. “Don’t forget your second wind,” he advises… “Sooner or later you’ll feel that momentum kick in.” In other words: it gets better, kids! Chin up! And Joel surely knows how bad it can get when you’re pummelled by what Hamlet called the “thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to.” Dig the rich detail and the startling specifics of his portrayal of teenage angst:
You’re having a hard time and lately you don’t feel so good
You’re getting a bad reputation in the neighborhood
Gee whiz—it’s all so vividly realized! Not at all patronizing, inane, or phony. Not the least sounding like something composed by a rich, out-of-touch rock star in the middle of a slapdashedly-composed, self-congratulatory wankfest to be fawned over by obsequious rock critics and the worshipful pop-culture obsessed media . More vague, generic faux-empathy follows:
You’re keeping to yourself these days
You’re thinking everything has gone wrong…
It’s not always easy to be living in this world of pain.
See, youngsters, Billy knows what it’s like to be you! He understands the depressed youth of America; you can take heart. Moreover, he graciously gives you permission to fail: “You’re only human,” he benevolently observes, allowing that, “you’re allowed to make your share of mistakes.” And the backup Negresses graciously concur with this ingeniously-rendered observation. “Only human, woo-woo!” they shriek, faux-sympathetically, in your ear.


As bad as the song is, and I don’t really think I’ve managed to do justice to the Kurtz-like horror it inspires, the video might be even more infuriating. In it, a good-looking, stylish, jean-jacketed 16-year old boy with a hot blonde girlfriend has become suicidally depressed. Why? Apparently, he got into a humiliating automobile accident while escorting said girlfriend around, an accident which didn’t injure either of them or anyone else, but which made Blondie get mad at him for his careless driving. Or something. So now the poor guy is on the top of the Brooklyn bridge, thinking of ending it all.

Not to worry, though; hip, dapper savior Joel appears to the lad, and, like the angelic Clarence Odbody in It's A Wonderful Life, takes him on a journey, enabling him to see what will happen if he goes on living: He’ll graduate high school! His parents will be so proud! And after that, he’ll rescue a guy from drowning and be a hero, and then he’ll marry his hot girlfriend, who’ll apparently forgive him for his automotive foibles! But on the other hand, if he makes the fateful leap into the drink, shuffling off this mortal coil in the process, his parents will be so sad afterwards, and his girlfriend will cry at his funeral, presumably thinking to herself, “If only I hadn’t been such a bitch to him after he wrecked the car…” So the handsome kid with the adorable bangs and the cool jean jacket chooses life. Huzzah! Thank God for the wise counsel of rock stars, or we’d all be offing ourselves! We are the world, we are the children!


At the time this song and video came out, I recall fuming quietly over the hype and hubbub over Billy Joel’s supposed virtuous compassion in urging kids not to kill themselves. It all seemed so flatulently self-serving. More to the point, I found myself utterly alienated from the video which was supposed to mean so much to me as a depressed teenager. I wasn’t good-looking or popular, didn’t have nice hair, a jean jacket, a girlfriend, or a car. Did I get a second wind, too? And what about all the kids who had it even worse than me? Even then, I knew the truth: in fact, things don’t always get better. Often they stay exactly the same, and sometimes they get even worse. So why should we stick around, again, Mr.“Piano Man”?

To be completely clear, I am not an advocate of self-slaughter. But neither do I think that anyone or anything is helped by vacuous media campaigns or crappy songs. That I, and others like me, survived the 80s is certainly no credit to Billy Joel or his “woo-woo”-ers, nor does any present-day kid with a functioning brain—be he gay, straight, or otherwise—find the “It gets better” bit the least convincing. Suicide is not the answer, but neither is bullshit.

Andy Nowicki, co-editor of Alternative Right, is a Catholic reactionary writer who loathes all modernist dogmas and superstitions. He is the author of five books, including Heart Killer and The Columbine Pilgrim. He occasionally updates his blog when the spirit moves him to do so.

Tuesday, 4 June 2013


As a gesture, French ex-paratrooper, veteran right-wing activist, and all around macho badass Dominique Venner’s gunshot-through-the-head self-snuff in the cathedral of Notre Dame sends a powerful message, though I’m not entirely sure what that message is.

One reads Venner’s final words summarizing the rationale for his act, and he truly sounds like a man of sound mind, with a clear-headed notion of aesthetic intent regarding the ramifications of his messy, bloody, brain-splattering final exit at the altar of the historic Paris church. Still, it isn’t easy to discern just how news of an elderly comrade’s suicide is meant to rally the European New Right to fight mass immigration and demographic displacement with any greater determination or ferocity than before. News of a mentor’s auto-annihilation, after all, does not typically have the effect of firing up his pupils or inspiring them to risk their own lives for the cause. Suicide is not martyrdom; whatever we may think of self-slaughter, it cannot be conflated with self-sacrifice. One doesn’t give one’s life for a greater cause, at least not in any obvious way, by directly and deliberately ending it.

Thursday, 23 May 2013


Not as extreme as he looks

A near Orwellian police state with bans on weapons, bans on words and thoughts, and an incessant flow of PC propaganda is no defence against the insanities created by “multicultural Britain.” We saw this yet again in London, where we were recently ‘treated’ to an iPhone clip of a Sub-Saharan Muslim lecturing us, his hands freshly crimsoned with the blood of an off-duty British soldier that he and an associate had just slaughtered on the streets of Woolwich in South East London.

Sunday, 21 April 2013


When you’re covered in shit – whether your own or something you just trod in – what do you do? There are a number of strategies. I don’t want to leave any of them out so here is a list:
  1. Head straight for the nearest tap or bathroom to wash the shit off.
  2. Ignore your own shit and instead divert the "shit narrative" to other people’s shit.
  3. Pretend that the shit isn’t shit (and even wallow in it).
  4. A combination of any 2 or 3 of the above.
There, I think that about covers it.

Friday, 19 April 2013


The Boston terrorist attack proves one thing: Americans are sheep. For years I've heard them banging on about how they don’t have real democracy, how they are effectively living under a tyranny, how their communities are being destroyed, their country colonized, how the frog is being boiled, genocide unrolled, how Obama is the "Communist-in-Chief" preparing the totalitarian death camps of the future, etc., etc.

Like sheep, it seems, you can move them halfway round the world and park them in a field and they'll just go on passively chewing till its mutton time, with the occasional idle bleat to add a rustic note to the scenario.

Wednesday, 17 April 2013


by Andy Nowicki

If the Boston Marathon bomber had a Facebook avatar, his picture would be a Rorschach blob. The authorities, who are surely “pursuing all leads,” as cops always are, nevertheless still appear to know little about him at this point (though most of them, like me, presume that the person in question is indeed a “him”), so the American public can only project our fears and fantasies upon this so far reclusive mystery man with no discernible agenda, whose murderous motives are as yet unexplained.

Friday, 12 April 2013


Jack Buckby is founder of the National Culturists, an organisation dedicated to "making anti-egalitarian and socially conservative politics accessible to younger people". The Culturists' outlook and beliefs are much influenced by the American writer and academic Dr John Kenneth Press, author of the book Culturism, though the basic concepts are much older. 
Curious to know more about Jack Buckby and the National Culturists, I approached him for an interview, and he kindly agreed.

Wednesday, 10 April 2013


Italian Marxist, Antonio Gramsci, outlined a program to achieve political hegemony that came to be termed the “long march through the institutions.” Our goal is to embark upon a secession from the institutions.

Tuesday, 9 April 2013


Scotland now has more pandas (two) than Conservative MPs (one). This is just one of the many legacies of Baroness Thatcher, the ex-Conservative PM, who passed away yesterday staying free-of-charge as the guest of millionaires at the extremely ritzy Ritz Hotel in London, a city, by the way, that is now majority non-British – something that is also partly her legacy.

The predominance of pandas to Scottish Tory MPs probably has something to do with the deal Thatcher’s government came to with the Chinese to hand back Hong Kong, as pandas are always a sign of Beijing’s divine favour. This reminds us that the Iron Lady, despite her reputation for never compromising, was not adverse to the odd sleazy arrangement. In fact, weighing up uncompromising stands against sleazy deals by the good lady, the sleazy deals come out well ahead.

Yes, she regained the Falklands from the corned-beef packers of Argentina, and packed 323 of them to the bottom of the South Atlantic in their own tin can, but it was also Thatcher’s government that presided over the death of Rhodesia and handed the lives of hundreds of thousands of White Rhodesians into the hate-filled embrace of the “Black Hitler” Robert Mugabe. A bit of quid pro quo no doubt to keep the world from coming down too hard on South Africa so that her friends in the City could disinvest or diversify their holdings down there, in preparation for the exciting times ahead when her government liberalized Britain’s financial sector and privatized nationally owned industries. The City boys loom large in any review of Thatcher’s reign. In fact, she was “their bitch,” as the rappers say.

Monday, 8 April 2013


The Korean Crisis may blow over or it may not. But even if it does you can be sure that it’ll blow up again sometime in the future. The Kim Jong-whoever show is set to run and run, and not just for the entertainment of fans of James Bond, Thunderbirds, and Fu Man Chu. Underneath the absurdity of the fat kid with the bad haircut waving nuclear missiles about and demanding to be loved, there is a mother lode of realpolitik of the kind that would make the most ruthless American Neocons look like Mother Teresa.

Why is this happening there and now and not someplace or sometime else?

Tectonic plates give a clue. They also have to rub up against and subduct one another somewhere sometime, and in a sense this is what is going on. The Korean peninsula lies right on the geopolitical ley lines, and although all the attention is on Kim 3, this is only because the Chinese want it that way. The Korean crisis is just a tentacle of a much bigger beast, something to get us all excited while the other seven tentacles go about their nefarious tasks elsewhere.

Saturday, 6 April 2013


The recent case of Steubenville high school students callously making a video of the rape of a classmate is an excellent case study of Liberal brain damage – how the Liberal’s pursuit of a pacifistic, r-selected society produces an atrophy of the very brain structure needed to fight evil. This purposefully created Liberal brain damage produces a surreal abandonment of values and traits that we would normally hold dear, if left to our own devices.
In this case, a group of high school students carried an unconscious, drunk girl, from party to party, while repeatedly stripping her naked and sexually assaulting her. While this was going on, other students watched, texting updates on the attack and posting videos to social media. Nobody stood up and tried to stop it. Two of the perpetrators have since been convicted.

These are the rabbit people which Liberals create, all of them exhibiting the fundamental trait of the Liberal – Liberal brain damage. All of these guys have been raised in a nation where Liberals have made a conscious effort to atrophy the critical brain structure required for flagging immoral material, and driving opposition to it – the amygdala. This is purposefully inflicted brain damage, designed to produce a human that is so lacking in honor that they are incapable of standing up and fighting for anything.