The New Right: A Journey to the Fringe of American Politics By Michael Malice

Here are some excerpts from this new book:

* Yet eugenics is practiced every single day all over the world. It is practiced in its horrific sense, as with selective-gender abortion and the killing of female infants in societies that view male children as more desirable. But it’s also practiced in populations with low genetic diversity (this is not a slur or a euphemism), such as Hasidic Jews. The Hasidic Jewish community, due to inbreeding, has a higher than average rate of genetic diseases such as Tay-Sachs. Yet there’s a workaround. As Tablet magazine reports, “After conducting genetic screening, [an organization called] Dor Yeshorim assigns identification numbers that correspond to its clients’ genetic data. Before or soon after meeting, potential partners exchange ID numbers and dial an automated hotline to check genetic compatibility—a phone call that almost always determines if a relationship will move forward or end.”

As of 2012 approximately 67 percent of infants with Down syndrome have been aborted. Does that mean that inside the breast of every expectant mother beats the heart of a Nazi eugenicist? This subject has become so riddled with taboo and outrage that it has led to some truly odd outcomes. In 2014 Fredrick Brennan authored an opinion piece titled “Why I Support Eugenics.” Brennan was the founder of the message board 8chan (“Twice as good as 4chan!”), and suffers from Osteogenesis imperfecta. As a result of this genetic disease, he has severely stunted growth and is confined to a wheelchair—hence his handle of “Hotwheels.” The common name for Brennan’s condition is “brittle bone disease.”

It is heartbreaking to read his contention that Osteogenesis imperfecta “is one of the most painful conditions in the world” knowing that he’s speaking from firsthand experience. Many know the extreme pain of breaking a bone once or twice in one’s life. Few have to endure that pain over and over, or the stress of living in constant fear about when it will happen again. Brennan suggests offering carriers of extreme genetic diseases like his a cash sum in order to undergo sterilization, arguing that this would save millions in future medical costs alone. Such genetic testing is easily done, and in his view this would be a very humane way to make sure no child has to live a life where they will never know the fun of running around outside due to Osteogenesis imperfecta. “Eugenics is a humanitarian idea,” he concludes, “not a national socialist one.”

So where did Brennan run this piece? A page as far from removed from humanitarianism as possible: the neo-Nazi site Daily Stormer. “I could find no other publication which would publish this article,” Brennan reveals, “and I am far from a neo-Nazi.” For the evangelical left, those who suffer largely exist as mechanisms for others’ salvation, but not as beings with consciences of their own—or more precisely, they are allowed to have their own conscience if and only if it fits into their salvation model. Else, they can be considered as corrupted.

* One of the first “out” gay people, Quentin Crisp (1908–99), agreed. As recounted in The Independent, “In 1997, he told The Times that he would advise parents to abort a foetus if it could be shown to be genetically predetermined to be gay: ‘If it (homosexuality) can be avoided, I think it should be.’” And while there are many parents who genuinely don’t care if their child is gay or straight, there are plenty who, if given the chance in private, would opt for the same preference as O’Donnell or Crisp.

MND comments:

Malice’s book is OK. He has a decent understanding of The New/Dissident/Alt – Right, and so far has given their views an infinitely more charitable representation than you’d find from any mainstream rag or journalist, but I’m 10 Chapters in and things are starting to fall apart.

His recounting of and subsequent 1 line rebuttals to the main arguments in Buchanan’s “Death of the West”, are paper thin and often non sequiturs; pointing to wrong predictions … but were wrong in so far as they underestimated how bad things would get.

Malice at one point even uses IRAQ as an example (one Buchanan to my knowledge never does) of a Nation that could be said to have “died” recently and says “well it didn’t die for any of the reasons Buchanan is predicting the West will “die” so these are bad predictions!” It’s like one patient dies of a heart condition so you tell another who has cancer he’ll be fine.

At one point he responds to Buchanan’s lamentation of Japanese abysmal birthrates and the degradation of their traditional culture yielding to westernization post WW2 by saying “well they have tentacle porn so they’re still unique in some meaningful way!!”

He basically (so far) hand-waves away the central postulate that “demographics are destiny” and doesn’t even anticipate the 1 hope the dissident right has in the short term; that the coalition of white liberals, jews and various POCs is fragile to the point of breaking before establishing political hegemony.

Grazz comments:

I am honestly quite thankful to see Luke’s responses to Michael’s various commentaries. During the Jared Taylor part of the book he put forth all these post interview rebuttals that I felt were utterly idiotic to the point I was actually getting angry reading them.

This book is trash, the interviews are good but literally all the insights and commentary are pure trash. Combine that with various quotes and what not it felt like he was just trying to extend the length of the book without actually adding any content but where he could actually add content he simply chose not to. He was on the ground for the charlottesville insanity but his commentary on what it was actually like amounts to saying his friend got his hat knocked off…. Dude the police drove a group 1/10th its size into an angry mob and no comments on rooftop snipers, no commentary on how the media was trying to imply a police helicopter crash was a result of the the demonstration, no commentary on how the counter protesters were there illegally. This book is just massively disappointing. Take for example the segment on Jim Goad, he spends pages explaining who he is and his back story but his actual conversation with him amounts to a page worth of dialogue…. What???? It’s like this for everyone. A discussion with jared taylor could be an entire book but Jared’s actual words only make up a page or 2…..

This book isn’t even good for a normie’s guide. It’s also not good for someone in opposition to the right as its not detailed enough. This is just a bad book.

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My Ex-GF Christine Palma Died

We met at the LA Press Club in May of 2007 (she was a volunteer there, coming out of years of depression and not working, basically homeless, sleeping in the LAPC office, and feuding with other members of the LAPC). We were together for a year, and then remained distant friends. She was going to convert to Orthodox Judaism but could never get it together. For most of her adult life, she could never get it together in most things, but she was cute and cuddly and good with my tech support. Our first few months together were fun, but she was so chronically late and irresponsible and prone to falling out with people that she felt like a millstone around my neck. “You love me because I’m pathetic,” she’d often say and I’d deny it. In retrospect, initially, it was a turn-on to provide for someone even more broken than myself.

She’d had several relationships that lasted about three years. She’d never earned $40,000 in a year.

I would have broken up with her by the end of 2007, but then we took up chess and that kept us together for another six months. Christine was loving and faithful and easygoing. She was a good cook. She built my website Alexander90210.com and when I updated its WordPress last Friday, my site disappeared and so I emailed and texted her for help and for the first time she never got back to me. So I just Googled her on a premonition and found out she had died.

I wasn’t shocked. Her life had long seemed to me like a downward spiral.

She was cute when we were together but afterward she packed on a lot of weight when she was went on various anti-depressant medications. I gave her the nickname “Fats” which she usually found endearing. I tried to encourage her to lose a few pounds but then she periodically got angry and started throwing food at me. I got into a bad cycle of yelling at her (that never happened in any other relationship). I was impatient and she got rattled. I increasingly didn’t like who I became when I was around her and I finally cut things off after we took a 9-day road trip to San Francisco, Coos Bay, Pacific Union College, and Yosemite. The trip was fine but I was done with this woman who wouldn’t grow up.

She was my second Chinesy girlfriend (the first one was at UCLA in 1989). I made Christine laugh but she never got sarcasm. She created chaos wherever she went. She was wired in a way that kept her feuding with people. I tried to keep her at arm’s length and not get lost in her problems. I think she’s the only girl I’ve dated who was worse than me at reading social cues. I used to sing to her a few verses from the Mike and the Mechanics song “The Living Years” to encourage her to reconcile with… She thought that was ridiculous. She had good reason to hate.

Every generation
Blames the one before
And all of their frustrations
Come beating on your door
I know that I’m a prisoner
To all my Father held so dear
I know that I’m a hostage
To all his hopes and fears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years
Oh, crumpled bits of paper
Filled with imperfect thought
Stilted conversations
I’m afraid that’s all we’ve got
You say you just don’t see it
He says it’s perfect sense
You just can’t get agreement
In this present tense
We all talk a different language
Talking in defence
Say it loud (say it loud), say it clear (oh say it clear)
You can listen as well as you hear
It’s too late (it’s too late) when we die (oh when we die)
To admit we don’t see eye to eye
So we open up a quarrel
Between the present and the past
We only sacrifice the future
It’s the bitterness that lasts
So don’t yield to the fortunes
You sometimes see as fate
It may have a new perspective
On a different day
And if you don’t give up, and don’t give in
You may just be okay
So say it loud, say it clear (oh say it clear)
You can listen as well as you hear
Because it’s too late, it’s too late (it’s too late) when we die (oh when we die)
To admit we don’t see eye to eye
I wasn’t there that morning
When my Father passed away
I didn’t get to tell him
All the things I had to say
I think I caught his spirit
Later that same year
I’m sure I heard his echo
In my baby’s new born tears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years
Say it loud, say it clear (oh say it clear)
You can listen as well as you hear
It’s too late (it’s too late) when we die (it’s too late when we die)
To admit we don’t see eye to eye
So say it, say it, say it loud (say it loud)
Say it clear (come on say it clear)

When I left her in May of 2008 (after I met someone Jewish from birth), she sent me about 60 emails in 48 hours and threatened to trash me to members of my religious community. I said I’d just show them her emails to let them know what I was dealing with. She backed off.

She particularly upset because she viewed me as her last chance to have children.

We stayed in touch on occasion. When she’d read on my blog that I was going through a difficult time, she’d buy me groceries and drop them off on my doorstep.

In the summer of 2008, I bought her an Alexander Technique lesson but she missed her appointment. That was typical of her. She was careless and irresponsible.

I sometimes encouraged her to give up her volunteer radio position and get a real job but she said her KXLU position gave her self-worth.

Now where am I going to get my tech support?

I told her about the benefits I got from going to 12-step programs but she showed no interest in doing something like that for herself.

In her 20s, she was gorgeous and smart and had the world at her feet. By age 47, she was dead and her life seems so sad in retrospect.

From the Los Angeles Loyolan:

Christine Palma, public affairs director for KXLU, host of KXLU’s public affairs program “Echo in the Sense” and an LMU alumna, passed away on Feb. 25 after a short illness. She was 47.

“She was a person of very generous heart and spirit, radiated love and light, exceedingly kind and caring and a peaceful and gentle presence one could always count on,” said Lydia Ammossow, KXLU advisor, in an email to the KXLU community. “Christine cared deeply for the station and for her work on her program. It will be impossible to imagine our Sunday evenings without her.”

Palma graduated from LMU in 1994 with a degree in creative writing and literature and had been with KXLU for over 24 years. Her show, which took place on Sundays, explored current events, feature pieces and long-form interviews, according to her website. She began as a student DJ before beginning her public affairs show after she graduated.

“I’ve known Christine 13 or 14 years,” said Peter Ludwig, also known as Mystic Pete, another KXLU host. “Her program was unique … I was often struck by how compelling they were because I listen to a lot of radio and its not often that I’m hearing things that are new, but almost every show she did was an important show. You don’t meet people like that very often who are just good natured and friendly and always helpful.”

Palma’s shows were mostly about progressive politics, the arts, new thought or visionary ideas and were always greatly researched and compelling, according to Ludwig, which was a sentiment echoed by Chris Johnson, another host who worked the show before Palma’s.

“Public affairs programming, mandated by the federal government, is often buried or viewed as an inconvenience by broadcasters. This was not the case with Christine and her show,” said Johnson. “Christine conscientiously researched and played lectures and discussions on the deeper and more important matters to our society and culture … Beyond that socially progressive stance, from which she never wavered, Christine was a good and true friend. Her impulse was always to help. She was a giver more than she was a taker. With her public devotion to art a vehicle for social betterment, KXLU has lost a champion. With her inclination to engage and help, I have lost a friend.”

“She was very kind hearted person and she embodied the real spirit of KXLU of that we’re all family and support each other and our shows, but she was even more so than that,” Pat Murphy, host of KXLU’s “Alien Air Music” and a longtime friend of Palma’s, said. “We can honor her memory by emulating her positive support, her patience and her dedication to our programs, as well as the other shows on KXLU.”

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The Kyle Position

Kyle Rowland writes: I have been pointing out fatal problems with core alt-right positions for a while now. I openly invite anyone who wants to come on to defend their movement. So far nobody has managed to put up any substantial defense.

I have also laid out my own political position, which is worth restating:

Human biodiversity says that you will have a differences in relevant traits within and between populations. Most saliently, there are differences in intelligence.

Wherever there are large differences in intelligence, you have conflict. In specific, you have attempts by low IQ groups to murder and steal the wealth produced by high IQ groups.

It appears that the difference in intelligence is what is driving this murderous and destructive behavior, not differences in race or ethnicity. Differences in race and ethnicity do seem to create these destructive dynamics, but through the differences in traits, most saliently differences in intelligence that drive wealth gaps.

In the French and Russian revolutions you can see the worst humanity has to offer as packs of thieving morons murder their most educated, intelligent, and productive countrymen, alongside their wives and children.

In the genocides, expulsions and discrimination suffered by – among others:

Armenians in the Ottoman Empire

Jews in Old Europe

Tutsi in Rwanda and African Great Lakes region

The Chinese in Malaysia.

The Igbo in Nigeria.

The Whites in Zimbabwe and South Africa.

The Indians of Uganda

Are all characterized by precisely the avarice and lies that characterized the French revolutionaries. The ethnic differences catalyze the violence through differences in productivity, that lead to differences in wealth, that lead to jealousy and rage.

Property is a social construct. It is not sustained through government action, but through individual enforcement. There’s no government database saying that my wallet is mine, that my laptop is mine, that my telescope is mine, that my keys are mine. They are mine because I claim them and defend my claim through the implicit threat that I will physically and socially attack anyone who tries to grab or claim my property.

This threat is what underlies property, and is what would form the basis of my ownership even if there WAS a government database that stated that these specific possessions are mine.

I am critical of revolutionaries who seize the property of their productive countrymen, and often murder them for good measure. But much of the blame, in all the real-world cases, lies with those most productive countrymen. They fail, and fail catastrophically and unforgivably, in their duty to maintain credible deterrence. They fail to draw the social and physical boundaries they must draw.

When someone claims that my laptop is theirs, my response must be immediate physical or verbal attacks on this person until those claims are withdrawn. If, in the presence or absence of witnesses, someone claims that my laptop is theirs, and I fail to gainsay this with an effective physical or verbal assault, the reality of my claim to my laptop wavers. It is not clear that my laptop is mine if somebody else can say it is theirs without me gainsaying them. Ownership is a social construct based on claims. Claims must be defended to be valid.

The French aristocracy and petit bourgeois failed to effectively defend their claims to property and rights that they formally had. People were able to gainsay their claimed rights and property, without being beaten down with physical or social assaults. Given this, it is not actually clear that when the revolutionaries stormed their houses, stole their possessions, raped their wives, and murdered their children, that those revolutionaries were violating their rights. A whole lot of talking preceded that violent action, and the nature of that conversation made it unclear whether the contested properties belonged to their former owners, or to the usurpers who seized them.

Say I leave my laptop where it stands and sit a few tables away. Then someone comes along and says – is this anyone’s laptop? Hello? Is this anyone’s laptop? Then they pick up the laptop. Then I run up to them and wrestle them for control of the laptop, and we both sustain injuries in the struggle and end up in some form of arbitration.

It is not totally clear who is in the wrong.

Similarly, when french revolutionaries talk about how the king’s power is illegitimate, and the king demurs, when the french revolutionaries talk about how market elites are illegitimate, and the market elites demur, it is not totally clear who is the thief and who is the usurper when things come to violence.

To allow this ambiguity to permeate the social system of property and power is to invite ultraviolence. To be sure, there is a good case to be made that the french revolutionaries were vile thieves and murderers, especially given what they did to each other after taking power. But there is also a case to be made that the royals and petit bourgeois were unforgivably negligent in their response to the challenges that preceded the violence.

To bring this back to present day, our modern elites fail to respond adequately to claims that they are illegitimate, and their property is stolen. They should respond with withering social assaults — identify those who make those claims with Nazi concentration camp administrators, and with Hutu machete-wielders who seize babes from their mothers’ arms and hack them apart on the spot. Point out that precisely the same logic is being deployed in the prelude to those murderous atrocities, towards them.

It is clear that the safest, and most moral course of action when faced with people who attempt to blur the lines of what belongs to who, is to crack the whip. To fail to do so is to accept the blurring of the lines, and thus invite thieves into your home to kill you, murder your children, rape your wife, and burn it down.

To make our elites realize the shape of this moral landscape is to stabilize this country, and pave the way to radical improvements.

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I Just Got Back From My First Voice Lesson

It turns out I have pressed phonation. It’s worse than cancer. My voice is strangled in the back of my throat. So I’m learning to lift my voice to the top of my palate. That takes (and produces) more energy from my body but it places less strain on my throat.

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It’s Never Too Late To Have A Good Relationship With Your Dad

Even after he’s gone, you can choose which memories you focus on and how you understand them. You can put some effort in to sense what it was like to walk in his shoes. You can widen and deepen your empathy. You can learn about him. You can reread his biography. You can reread his emails to you. You can watch some of his videos. You can talk about him.

When I choose one angle on my dad, he’s a hero. He is courage personified. He’s a man who never strayed from his pursuit of the truth.

With a little effort, even though I’ve lived my life differently than what my dad wanted (I saw his life as a warning to me and I didn’t want to end up like him), I can think of ways the two of us were terrifically alike. In developing empathy for my father, I develop empathy for myself. Given who we were at various stages of our lives, we could not have acted differently. Our capacity for free will may not be as large as we imagined. To understand all is to forgive all.

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