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One of the most notable features of White
Nationalism, the so-called alt.right, whatever the hell you want to call “us”,
is that we are constantly discussing, analyzing, stating and re-stating the
problem. Almost never is any actual solution to the problem ever mentioned, and
even when it is, it’s always in the most vague and tenuous of terms and often
in ways that we already understand perfectly well to be ineffective and absurd,
ways that have proven that they don’t work. Someone once said that the
definition of stupidity is doing the same thing over and over and yet expecting
a different result every time. There you have 75 years of White Nationalism
encapsulated in a single sentence.
Often we know our so-called “solutions” won’t work because they’re just more
of the same-old, same-old. One of my favorites is “networking,” which these
days almost always consists of nothing but internet. We’ve all just got to
“network” enough and millions of dark-skinned foreigners will simply disappear
from the land, and the niggers will go mumbling back to their shacks, and
Eisenhower will be back in the White House and Cindy Lou the cheerleader will
be back in her bobby sox, we can flop down, pick up the remote, and see what’s
on the tube tonight. Or for you younger guys I suppose it would be some
idealized memory of the 70s or 80s or 90s, maybe with MTV and Pac-Man.
I used to think White people were just really, really naïve, not to mention
dumb as a bag of hammers, but we’re not. I’ve come to the conclusion that
virtually every man and woman who becomes involved with us very quickly
understands what we should be doing, and when we do, we either turn and flee
like a gazelle running from a wolf pack, or else we spend a large part of our
political lives in an elaborate tissue of denial because we don’t dare do what
we all know we should be doing, and yet we can’t bear to simply sit there like
lumps and take the blows that Obama’s America rains down on our heads.
And yeah, Trump or no Trump, this is still Obama’a America and it will be for any foreseeable
future. Any idiot can turn an aquarium into fish soup, but it’s damned near
impossible to turn the fish soup back into an aquarium, and that’s what Donald
Trump will be attempting to do.
The purpose of these three little Ghost Dance talks of mine is to try and
bring you to the point where you will take that fearless and searching moral
inventory of yourselves I spoke about in Part Two, you will make a rational and
informed decision to change, and you will do so. You will deliberately, as a
conscious act of will, alter the very kind of man or woman you are. You will
transform yourself into someone your great-grandfather would have recognized.
You will then begin to take direct action in order to bring about change.
No, that is not a euphemism for violence or insurgent asymmetric warfare
against the dictatorship, although that’s certainly one form of direct action.
There are a number of entirely legal ways of taking direct action for
change, beginning of course with the act of Homecoming, but all of them involve
some degree of inconvenience and personal risk, the inconvenience of changing
one’s own lifestyle and routine, the risk of financial loss or contraction, and
more significantly, the risk that you will in the course of things be exposed
to the public gaze as being different, as being an outsider, not of the Body to
use an old Star Trek term. For herd animals like White people have become, that
is a terrifying concept.
That’s the first thing you need to grapple with inside your minds: you must
come to accept that if you are going to do anything effective that will help
bring this horror show to an end, eventually others are going to find out about
you. Granted, there are a few people who really do assist this cause from
positions of secrecy and concealment. I know some of them. The chances are
virtually certain that you’re not one of them, and that for you to be in any
way useful and live up to your duty, people will eventually find out who and
what you are, and some of them will be bad people who will give you hassle.
One of our many serious problems is that when the majority of people get
into contact with us and try to get involved, their first consideration above
anything else is to continue to hide. Now, that can be done up to a point, and
I myself usually facilitate this as much as possible because the Party is so
desperate for help that I have to take whatever I can get, on the conditions
it’s offered, and usually those conditions involve allowing and assisting
someone to keep on hiding their political and racial deviance from
others—spouses, parents, and above all from their employers or whoever gives
Nor is this fear unreasonable; yes, cutting off a White man’s money and
taking his stuff is how the dictatorship maintains discipline and the outward
conformity and consensus which is so vital to maintaining its power. But things
have now reached the point where what we require of you involves a good level
of likelihood that other people will find out that your mind is not under
control and you’re thinking bad thoughts in your head. Sine of those people
will attempt to bully you or intimidate you or do actual harm to you.
So you let it happen. You accept it. You are a soldier and the enemy is
going to shoot at you. Comes with the territory. This new man or woman you’re
going to transmute yourself into understands that the decision to do something
about all this is dangerous, and that there is virtually no chance you are
going to emerge unscathed.
You are going to lose things, maybe some of your stuff, maybe money, maybe
friends, maybe a spouse or sex partner. Maybe a wife and children, like I did,
just so you know that I am not just blathering here and I know personally
whereof I speak.
And you accept it, like our forefathers did. Some of you will have come
across a famous essay entitled The Price They Paid. I will read you a
“Have you ever wondered what happened to the 56 men who signed the
Declaration of Independence? What fates befell them for daring to put their
names to that document? Five signers were captured by the British as traitors
and tortured before they died. Twelve had their homes ransacked and burned. Two
lost their sons serving in the Revolutionary Army, another had two sons
captured. Nine of the 56 fought and died from wounds or hardships of the
I won’t go on and read the rest of the essay, you can find it on the internet,
but you get the idea. You guys have to get rid of this entitled White
middle-class idea that it is possible to play without pay, that you can enjoy
the thrills and the chills and the spills and the excitement of the game and
yet never put anything on the table. TANSTAAFL, as Robert Heinlein wrote. There
ain’t no such thing as a free lunch.
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In order to become a political soldier of the
Northwest Republic you need to re-wire your noggin. You will need
systematically and brutally to suppress some bad things in your mind and your
heart that have always been there, installed by the Jews. You will have to
uninstall them, or in some cases revert to an earlier version of your genetic
software, so to speak.
First off, you need to wrap your mind around something: it’s not all about
you. God Almighty, the Jews have turned us White folks into such sickening
narcissists! They know that the more people obsess and fill their minds and
hearts with their own concerns and desires and doing what’s best for them, the
less room they will have for what’s best for others. The kikes have done
everything they can to sever the instinctual bond between White people,
especially between White men and women, and a lot of that consists of spoiling
us rotten and convincing us from childhood that the world revolves around us.
There is a finite amount of love of which the human soul is capable, and the
more love of self, the less love of others. A large part of the Jewish social
engineering to which we have been subjected for the last few generations has
been aimed at nurturing a profound selfishness and self-absorption that is one
of our people’s most vile characteristics. Yes, even in my generation, back in
the Time of Abundance. It wasn’t so pronounced as among today’s Generation Xers
and Millennials, and a few like myself somehow managed to walk through the fire
untouched, but the consumer society originated in my time, no question.
This self-absorption, this self-centered focus on ourselves and our own
interest and welfare about all else, is probably the prime cause of our
inability and/or unwillingness to get our act together. The unwillingness of
White people to come to one another’s aid in time of racial crisis is
notorious, it’s legendary.
How many of you listening to this have ever run into some bad situation
involving nigger trouble in some public place, most likely when you were young
or in some situation where you couldn’t escape forced personal contact with the
primates. While the booga booga booga whatever it was was going down, the one
memory that sticks with you is the sight of all the White people, including
able-bodied White men, leaving you to your fate against the four or five or
eight or ten coons? Shuffling their feet, sidling away, crossing the street to
avoid what’s going on? Hastily walking or downright running for the exits so as
not to get involved.
If you were lucky, someone might call the police, for all the good that
does, if they can do it around the corner where the niggers can’t see them. You
think it’s contemptible yellow cowardice, and to some extent, yeah, it
is—remember what I said in part two about most of today’s Whiteboys never
having been in a fight or received a blow growing up and being terrified of
being hit? But also it’s narcissism that that made those White people walk and
run away from you when you needed them and the slightest intervention on their
part probably would have put a stop to it simply by evening the odds.
They wouldn’t help you because if they got involved not only might they get
hit or hurt. but somebody might accuse them of wicked evil racism, someone
might try to make them as different. Somebody might come and take their stuff
or their job, and their stuff and their job and their reputation in the herd is
more important than yours.
I deliberately included an episode like that in A Distant Thunder;
because of all the experiences that Whiteboys have in high school and
throughout their youth, which I have heard down through the years, that is one
of the most common. It happened to me, and the shame of seeing my own people
disgrace their blood and their heritage by running away from vicious animals
the color of diarrhea has never left me to this day. The memory of that shame
is one of the things that has kept me going all these years.
You need to make the decision that you will never walk away from a White boy
or even more a White girl in racial trouble; you will walk toward the trouble,
not run and hide and pretend you don’t see. That is the true mark of a man in
Obama’s America. That’s the kind of man who will build the Northwest Republic.
Not just decide but when the occasion arises, do it. You put one foot in front
of the other and you walk toward the trouble. That’s the test. That’s mark of a
Life, the world, events, other people, the great passing human comedy and
tragedy—it is not all about you. It’s not even a little bit about you. You are
important only as far as what you put into life, not what you take out of it.
And in any case, you’re just not that important at all, really. None of us is.
There are billions of people on this earth and your story is just one grain of
sand on an endless beach.
Now, in general what I just said true, but in another sense, a moral sense,
yes, it is about you, just not in the way you probably think. It’s not just
about what you do, it’s about who you are, what kind of man you are.
Bill White once wrote to me that he was convinced that it is now impossible
for us ever to win, but we can and we should do everything we can to save our
own souls; that in his view is possible. In other words, we don’t go into the
struggle seeking victory or a prize; we go into it for the struggle itself.
I agree with that up to a point. Bill is wrong about one thing, though: yes,
it is possible for us to win. Hell, we could win with just a few thousand Class
A Whiteboys. That’s one of the things that really bugs me: what we’re trying to
do is not only possible, if we can ever get a relatively small amount of people
together, organized, and disciplined to the point that they will do what they
are told, this society is so far gone that it wouldn’t even particularly be a
hard thing to do, as revolutions go.
I mean Jesus Christ, look at what has come out during the last 18 months
alone about how this country is run! These people couldn’t take it. They’d
break, although the whole thing would have to be played just right on our end.
I figure I got it about right in my novels: start with a thousand Class A’s
organized and positioned right, and it would take about five years. Maybe if I
can get through to enough of you with these Ghost Dance talks we can even give
it a shot. Sorry. Rambling again.
That kind of self-knowledge is not only a good thing, it’s essential to
doing your racial duty. The innate acknowledgement that there is something in
the cosmos greater than ourselves and that it asks nothing of us that is beyond
out strength. If we call this thing God, then we must obey it. If we call this
thing duty, then we must fulfill it, because something in us demands it. That
is, if our souls are not completed diseased and atrophied.
We enter this cause not because we want to get something out of it, but
because we want to put something into it. We do not do what we do because we
seek some kind of personal gain or advantage, either material or in the form of
fame or power or to satisfy our egos. We do this because it is right.
* * *
I kicked around the idea of whether I was
going to get into this last part at all, because there’s a chance some of you
may simply think I’ve gone cuckoo for cocoa puffs and a few others who might
think I’m blaspheming against Jesus or Odin or Yahweh or whoever, which is not
my intention. Oh, what the hell? Let’s live dangerously.
I’ve been talking about moral duty here, and that’s kind of hard to do
without mentioning religion, which I normally never do at all and which I will
do now only in the most brief and tangential of ways. Although this isn’t
something I even consider to be religion, it’s just a form of natural science
we don’t understand yet.
Look, the primary way in which narcissism and screw-you-Jack-I’ve-got-mine
and refusal to engage in the real world as you find it have always been
justified among human beings is this standard excuse that, “Well, it’s my life,
it’s the only one I’ve got, and so it’s my right and my responsibility to
myself to live only for myself and accumulate all kinds of money and inject all
kinds of booze and drugs into my body and have all kinds of sexual hijinks with
women and men and Filipino prostitutes and animals and McCormick reapers,
because you only go around once in this world.”
Well, no, you don’t. You actually go around quite a few times. Now, I am not
trying to preach or convince anybody or found a new religion or anything like
that, it’s just that I happen to know this is this case. I don’t believe it, I
know it, if you follow the difference. Through an accident of circumstance
long, long ago, I learned that we live multiple lives on earth. That’s just the
way it is, and you folks may believe me or not as you choose. You want to think
I’m full of it or I’m playing with a deck of 51, that’s fine. It doesn’t matter
what you believe. You can not believe in the ocean if you like, but if you fall
into it you’re still going to get wet. Hey, it’s not like we’re not all going
to find out eventually, right?
Now as to the finer points of this cycle of repeated existence, whether it
is eternal or just long, where it begins and where it ends, the whole karma
thing and to what degree this is a process of nature and to what degree there
is guiding purpose and intelligence behind it, now there I see all kinds of
room for debate and speculation and research, and sometimes I spend an
afternoon or an evening online dabbling in such things, but that’s about it. I
do believe that with some few exceptions our purpose in this life is to be
living and dealing with this life, not concerning ourselves with the next.
You don’t have to believe in any of this, but the fact is that I know and I
behave accordingly, and so this is how I see this whole issue we’re talking
about here as to why you people all need to put your personal considerations
aside and get with the program. There is no vengeful God going to punish you
for hating nig-nogs, and yeah, you do get multiple second chances.
I’m telling you guys this now because it might help some of you make that
decision that you’re not going to do all this Obama American crap and you’re
going to hit the reset button in your soul and take yourself back a century in
the spiritual sense. You should have no real difficulty in recovering the mind
and heart and soul of your great grandfather, because you were around back then
as well. You just don’t remember.
Depending on how Zen or New Agey or Harry Potter you are, you don’t just
come into this world and begin a new life and then bee-bop on through it with
no purpose, although God knows millions on millions of people seem to do just
that. Question is, are they supposed to be doing that? I don’t know.
Anyway, I take the view that karmically speaking, this life we’re in now,
this is a work day. We are here for a purpose, which is to restore the balance
to the cosmos by serving the 14 Words, securing the existence of our people and
a future for White children, and making sure the White race which is such a
vital part of the cosmic plan, whatever it is, never becomes extinct.
Most of you have doubtless had lives in the past and will have more in the
future wherein you could live for your own personal pleasure and your own
personal spiritual growth, all that New Age moo. Kind of spiritual weekends
that were made for Michelob.
This life is not one of those; like I said, this is a work day. The
incarnation cycle is sometimes referred to as a school to which we return
lifetime after lifetime in order to learn and grow. If that’s true then this
life is a school day, most likely the cosmic equivalent of an exam day, to see
if we can rise to the challenge.
I am convinced that the Jews are the work of another source of cosmic
creation, different from who or what created us and different from who or what
created niggers and Asians, and the Jews were put here by that source
deliberately to interfere with everybody else’s development, to do us harm, and
kill us off if they can. Or maybe our creator put us here so we could kill them
off eventually, I have no idea and I’m not worried about it.
But in this life, this existence, we are supposed to be concentrating on the
task at hand, which is to secure the existence of our people and a future for
White children. To me those 14 Words are not just something David Lane said in
a courtroom. They are today’s work order. They’re what I’ve been assigned here
to do this time around and what a hell of a lot more of you have been assigned
to do, but those damned kikes have turned your brain to tapioca pudding with
their damned electronic screens and now you’re wandering the earth like
zombies. I wish to hell you’d all snap out of it and come up here and give me a
hand. Because we haven’t got a whole hell of a lot of time left.