The Alt-Right Isn’t Fighting a Fair Fight

Okay, I did not see the complete video but I watched this snippet which is on an Alt-Right Youtube channel and presumably edited to make Dickie Spencer look good…

Notice how Spencer calls “Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Hapiness” faggy.  Oh, the hipster irony is strong with this one.  So, Spencer is pretty much renouncing “enlightenment” values and even libertarian values-Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness.

Notice what happened a little while back when Trickly Dickie was punched.  All these Alt-Righters said it was awful that he was punched for being on the street and spewing unpopular ideas.  Well, it is actually enlightenment values and the constitution that guarantees him the right for free speech.  Do you think that if he was in power, he would grant you the same freedoms?  Alt-Righters seem to demand free speech and freedom from violence when espousing their ideas, yet it is highly unlikely they would grant this freedom to their opponents if  the had the option.

Why is this significant?  He demands that he be granted the right to free speech and protection from violence.  Yet, he would not grant the same to you.  He is playing from a different playbook.  It is comparable to a feminist demanding “equality” then demanding to be placed first on a life raft when the boat starts sinking.  These people have shown themselves unworthy of debate but they must also aggressively be resisted….

OMG, Did Metallica Disown the Alt-Reich

For the libertarian tough guys, how can you not like this???


I stumbled upon this Metallica Video:


And it looks like they say it (or some variation) every show now…

uh, oh, I guess Dickie Spencer and Jagoff Donovan will not be listening to any Metallica anytime soon…



Can you trust a corporation for free speech?

By now you are probably hearing about Net Neutrality.

We have seen Milo Y rant about his free speech being limited on Twitter.

Apparently, the philosopher patriarch Jordan Peterson had some trouble with his Youtube account.

Here is an interesting video:


At one point when I was floating around on the edges of “MGTOW” spaces, someone suggested I start a Youtube channel.  I resisted the idea for a couple of reasons.  It could increase the likelyhood that I might be doxxed (as if I am even worth doxxing anyways.) I felt that I wouldn’t be able to convey my ideas as effectively in a spoken word format or a “podcast” format.  I felt that Youtube (along with Twitter) was a place to oversimplify ideas.  For example, “reaction videos” were less effective (or perhaps more effective if you are a fast talker) than distilling ideas via written word.  I do feel though that Youtube can be effective for showing hot to do a say, a basic guitar repair and be more effective than an article.  However, the most important reason was that a corporation was now in control of your content.  Now if you were to be blocked, perhaps you could move over to Vimeo but how many viewers would migrate with you?  And if you were expecting revenue from Youtube, well you are now starting from scratch.  Sure, using a blog host like wordpress could potentially have similar issues, but it would be a bit easier to start over on, say blogspot.  And self hosting is an option that isn’t readily available for video content.  Those libertarian tough guys, er, I mean MGTOW’s seemed awfully trusting of a corporation to host their “controversial” content.  The corporation can shut the water off for virtually any reason.  So the question becomes how do you find decentralized methods for sharing information?  I know the technology exists and it would essentially be peer-to-peer networks ala Napster where data could be transferred.  But the question becomes, were would online denizen’s meet before they decided to “decentralize?”  I’m surprised the  MGTOW guys haven’t discussed this before.  Maybe they were too busy being tough guys and not really going their own way.  Alright, I’m just taking cheap shots now….

Interesting Book…

“You always dread the unfamiliar. Surely you remember the boy in your own school class who was exceptionally ‘bright,’ did most of the reciting and answering while the others sat like so many leaden idols, hating him.  And wasn’t it this bright boy you selected for beatings and torture after hours?  Of course it was.  We must all be alike.  Not everyone born free and equal, as the Constitution says, but everyone made equal. Each man made the other; then they are happy, for there are no mountians to make them cower, to judge themselves against. So! A book is a loaded gun in the house next door.  Burn it.  Take the shot from the weapon.  Breach man’s mind.  Who knows who might be the target of the well-read man?  Me? I won’t stomach that for a minute.”

Beatty, the Fireman in Fahrenheit 451

haha, when I read these words, I thought of the alt-right and their alter-ego’s the antifa.  Nether of them are pro freedom.  Maybe Bradbury had studied totalitarian regimes.  I fear we are gonna see this shit again.  There are many theme’s in this book, well now you have everyone pretending to be “deep” with Tweets.

Here’ a power metal song I like:

Strange Dream…

This morning, I woke up vividly remembering a dream and also glad that it had ended…

I must’ve began a new job and somehow was in an immaculate hotel suite.  This is not something I could afford on my own and was unsure if I was here because my company was holding a party for the employees or holding a party to woo a big client.  I was speaking to a woman who was presumably a co-worker.  The conversation was forced and awkward. We were both trying to act super polite to each other and giving each other fake smiles.  Guests started rolling in.  I was super nervous and someone offered me a beer which I finished in one sip.  The woman whom I had the awkward conversation began peeling off her clothes.  At first I was alarmed but then I thought that there must be some social customs which I was unaware.  There was a lavish pool and hot tub in the corner of the room and maybe it was considered normal to swim naked.  I had moved across the room but when I looked back, my view was partially obstructed by some pillars.  She was now grinding against  one of the guests and another guest had unzipped and was stroking himself.   At this point I realized all the guests were gruff looking men. I felt a huge sense of dread and wanted to leave.  I headed towards the door, one of the guests said, “Free pussy, are you gay or something?”  I just said I needed some air.

Outside, I sat on a bench.  The air was warm and humid and the sky was overcast.  I realized I wasn’t wearing a shirt and was in a tattered pair of pants.  A beautiful dog wandered up to me.  She was a small husky with a mix of wolf.  She acted as if she knew me and began licking my hand.  She jumped up on the bench next to me and rested her ear against my heart.  I petted her neck and other ear.  I felt intensely loved.  This was a non sexual love but more intimate than I could imagine ever feeling towards a human woman.  I felt safe. I also felt as if we were one being and I wasn’t sure if she was here to protect me or I was here to protect her but I felt that we were one entity and if one of us was hurt, the other would suffer even more.

Another woman walked up, I vaguely knew her as a supervisor or the company owner’s wife.  She said, “How adorable, look at you and your Best Friend Forever.”  She started teasing, “You should put a pic with her on your PoF profile.  Awe, maybe not, no self-respecting woman wants to be second place to a pooch.” She then asked, “So how come you aren’t at the party?”

“Uh, I needed some air.  Um, and, uh, it got really weird.”

“Really weird?”  She asked.

“Uh, I don’t know how to say this.  –It turned, um, it turned into an orgy.”

“Haha, I’m a big girl I can handle myself.  See you in the party.”  She said as she wandered off.  I was unsure if she thought I was playfully joking or if the joke was on me and I was supposed to be enjoying the sex party like a “real man.”

I continued petting the dog and she seemed to be extremely relaxed.  I felt a sense of peace.  The woman ran out.  She was in tears. With one eye I could see her.  With the other eye I could see into the hotel room and saw a bloody dead woman lying on a bed.  (Imagine looking through a telescope with one eye and keeping your other eye open and seeing the images superimpose on one another.) Her head had been smashed like a pumpkin the day after Halloween.   I was worried that the supervisor woman was going to accuse me of the murder or blame me for not protecting the woman.  My only witness was the dog.  I was sure the dog would vouch for me 100% but I knew the dog couldn’t speak even in a dream.

I awoke and was happy that I would not have to have an uncomfortable conversation with the cops.  I also missed the dog.  I felt really groggy and even though I remembered the dream, felt as if I got very little sleep.