Full Moon Autism, Liddell on Sallis

And other news. In all cases, emphasis added.

Laugh at this.

Whether attending a birthday party or a social event, people have sometimes referred to me as being “the life of the party.” There have also been times where I found myself excluded from my social circle and community. 

The lack of self-awareness is simply astonishing.

Recently, I found myself not being invited to a birthday party that some of my other friends were invited to.

I suppose they figured that freakish autistes would ruin the mood.

Although I always try to stay positive and optimistic, I couldn’t help but feel ignored and forgotten. 

How about wondering why no one wants to be around you?

Unfortunately, social circles are often filled with drama. Two guys become rivals, so going to a friend’s party means that I become the enemy of the rival and his friends. This may seem immature and childish, but this also happens in the Dissident Right. 

Hey!  Don’t be “crazy and bitter” now!  

Supporting certain content creators means that you sometimes become the enemy of another content creator and their supporters. Even if you try to stay neutral, sometimes you end up being ignored and abandoned by your community. Such is the nature of life and social circles.

Especially when you associate with a Drama Queen who ends up feuding with everyone in the “Dissident Right.”

As much as we try not to care or worry about these things, there may be some evolutionary reasons why we get bitter and resentful when our social circles abandon us. 

“Bitter and resentful?” What a “paranoid piece of crap!”

Whenever I find myself not invited to a social event or party…

A regular occurrence?

…I try to put my feelings aside for a moment and analyze the situation. Could it be that it was simply a misunderstanding? 

No, they simply don’t want to be around you, and for good reason.

There have been a few times when a mutual friend confirmed that the person holding the event did not have my current contact information. Or they mistakenly thought that I did not want to come to their event. 

Sure, sure.

After clearing things up, I ended up going to these events and having a great time. There have also been times where I found out that I wasn’t invited to an event because someone at the event didn’t want me to be there. In a situation like this, I think it is important to find out whether it is one person or numerous people who do not like you.

Believe me…it’s “numerous.”

I learned early in life that despite your best efforts, not everyone is going to like you or be your friend. If there is one person in your social circle that doesn’t like you, my best advice is to continue going to social events and ignore them. This can cause a different set of issues, but you should never let one person force you to miss out on life and social events. The real dilemma comes when two or more people in your social circle convince the others not to invite you to parties or events. 

Friberg pay attention.

This situation has happened to me a few times in my life, and both times caused me to reflect on myself and ask some tough questions. Have my actions and behaviors caused people in my community to not want to associate or spend time with me? 

Yes.

After analyzing the situation, I concluded that it was better to spend the evening alone. 

Evening after evening after evening. “Mom’s basement” is looking better and better, huh?

This metaphor perfectly summarizes the balance between being a bold individual and calming your ego to get along with a group.

He’s a “bold individual”…yeah, yeah, that’s the ticket.

When reading these essays, I eventually realized that I wasted a lot of time and energy over not being invited to a party. Nevertheless, I ended up having a great evening and was happy that I discovered Schopenhauer’s writings.

This navel-gazing childish drivel is reflective of the extent to which Counter-Currents content has collapsed.

Being invited to a party or an event feels great, but it is not the end of the world if I am not invited to some events or disliked by certain people. Some things are just not meant to be. 

A world historical problem solved.

Despite all the fun I had partying with metal bands in my 20s, the last few years in the Dissident Right have been some of the best times of my life. I have made a lot of great friends who have started to form their own networks and communities. 

From which you will not be invited.

Maybe I will see you there. 

I pray not.

Whether I am drinking at a bar with friends or streaming from my mom’s basement, I always enjoy being the life of the party.

“Mom’s basement”…says it all.  This guy’s a walking parody.

Invitation or not.

Usually not.

Laugh at this.

(((TED SALLIS)))

A former Counter-Currents writer of apparent Italian ancestry and probably a late Boomer of [sic] early Ge-Xer. His name is believed to be a pen name derived from a Marvel comics character. Unluckily for him, he was too straight for Greg Johnson's online journal, and fell out with Johnson on the gay question sometime in 2016. His writing can now be found at his rather dull blog EGI Notes.

Unlike certain other folks, I’m not going to screech that this is “scurrilous” (it is rather tame), but I instead will correct one error (not the spelling/grammar error of “of/or”). Thus, while I’m not going to comment about the “apparent” swarthoid ancestry, or “pen name,” or the opinion of this blog being “rather dull,” I’d like to correct something about “fell out with Johnson.” True, I’m heterosexual and I would have left writing for Counter-Currents by 2016 or so due to the increasingly pro-homosexual propaganda there (*). But I had stopped directly writing for Counter-Currents before then, and the real falling out, which occurred much earlier, was mainly due to Johnson’s tolerance of, and promotion of, the scum Andrew Hamilton. I wrote a lot about Hamilton’s Counter-Currents writings at my “rather dull blog” at that time, and those are in the archives here. 

Johnson continued to reproduce my “rather dull” blog posts at Counter-Currents for several years (without asking me, by the way), and I continued to sometimes comment there, but that ended several years ago when Johnson “banned” me due to my criticism of the Hermansson infiltration and my overall critiques of the “movement.” Later Twitter comments by Johnson suggested that others had been urging him to have nothing to do with me, and I can imagine who those individuals were – the usual array of “movement” grifters and incompetents.

Some of the information about other people on that Affirmative Right post is useful, or at least amusing, but I note that Liddell likes to critique the physical appearance of people on the so-called “Dissident Right,” and shares the bizarre obsession over height that many in Der Movement apparently have. Hypocritically, Liddell writes about Duke:

Some of the money may also have been used on the large amount of plastic surgery that he seems to have subjected himself to. This focus on personal "optics" gives off a weirdly sub-masculine vibe, reminiscent of Richard Spencer and Greg Johnson. This is significant as it suggests that people like this are recurring type in racial politics.

Indeed they are. Let’s not focus on "personal optics" or anything like that, right?  Yes, focusing on the physical appearance of other men "gives off a weirdly sub-masculine vibe,” I agree. The lack of self-awareness there is astonishing. 

I do praise Liddell for this description of Durocher though:

In physical terms he is, not surprisingly, a most un-Aryan-looking specimen. Those with an interest in the Aryan archetype often fit into this unprepossessing category (see Weev, Andrew Anglin, Mike Enoch, and Striker for further reference).

Not very Nordic! But Liddell leaves out what is, I believe, the most important point about Durocher. Being a superior Scotsman, I trust that Liddell will eventually figure it all out for himself.

Seriously though, I really don’t get it. Yes, I understand that, in a race-based “movement,” phenotype is of relevance. But there’s a difference between something being relevant in a general sense, and an obsessive fixation on the physical appearance of other men. I honestly could care less what any of these people look like and to what measurement the top of their head would reach in a mug shot. If being tall was relevant for leadership, then Johnson and Spencer would be leading us to victory. Both of them have “Nordic” or at least “Nordish” facial features, yet they are completely inept. So, what’s the point? Are either of them any better than Anglin or Collett?

Zman a wop? I don’t see it. I thought he was most likely of East European ancestry, if not, then maybe Northwest European. But what do I know? In any case, one does not have to be a dago to oppose Liddell’s extreme ethnic fetishism.

By the way, hint to Liddell – your analysis of Brimelow would be effectively augmented by the financial information about VDARE freely online here.

In summary, despite my critiques of Liddell, I note that he does not follow the cordon sanitaire. He may believe this blog is “rather dull” but at least he acknowledges that it exists, which is more than I can say about others in Der Movement. Those others behave as if Sallis was some sort of bogeyman, the mere mention of whom (other than “paranoid piece of crap”) will magically make all of their D’Nations disappear.

*There is no way I would want to be associated with The Homo and the Negro or with My Nationalist Pony. Furthermore, the Pilleater recording was atrocious, the “last straw” for any sort of decency. When a young man complains about homosexual harassment and groping at a meeting associated with your group, the proper response should be outrage and a determination to find out the facts and, if true, BAN the offenders from any association from your group, not to chuckle indulgently about men “flirting” with other men.

Other news:

I laugh at all the nitwits still insisting that cold, winter, and snow are "White"; that winter weather dissuades non-Whites. Sure it does.  After all, good thing there's no Somalis in Maine or Minnesota, right? Wow, Negroes of every type are being kept out by that cold weather, none of them in Boston, New York, Detroit, Minneapolis, Milwaukee, Philadelphia, Chicago, etc. No Hispanics there either!  No Hindus or tropical Orientals!  White, White, White!

A comment from Stormfront that may be of interest to the GNXP cogelites:

I can't say I had rally bad experience with blacks since I lived in mostly Mestizo, Hindu and oriental neighborhoods. So it's Mestizos and Hindus for me.

Now I live in a predominantly white neighborhood and there are a few blacks around, but these are white collar people and way more civilized than your average ghetto negroids. I'm just glad I never had to face the crack selling, trouble making, scum of earth ghetto blacks.

When my income was half of what it was today, I had to live in a Mestizo neighborhood and it was total hell. I can't believe I came out of there as one piece. They always fired guns in the middle of the city to celebrate cinque de mayo or weddings, they bred swarms of cockroaches and rats, they got drunk and started fights at 3 am, married couples were throwing pots and pans at the walls whenever they fought (after midnight). There were cops at the door almost every week. Oh, I forgot the loud ass ghetto cacophony with the window shattering bass. I have spent half of my free time calling the cops on these scumbags.

Then I lived in a predominantly Hindu town. That was no walk in the park, either. You'd have a hard time believing that was California: It looked more like freakin' Delhi or Bombay, minus the open sewage and the beggars with leprosy. Even though the Hindus were white collar IT workers and didn't fire guns, smoke crack or start fights in the middle of the night, they were still quite rude and uncivilized. Extremely high pitch screeching banshees (Indian music) has replaced the window shattering bass. They were arrogant, rude, always frowning and irritating. Their brainless wives and kids ran in the parking lot all the time, I was surprised a bunch of them didn't get killed.

Once I had to knock the door of the morons upstairs cause they woke me up with vacuum noise well after midnight. I was so pissed I went out of bed straight to their door in my pj's, looking like a zombie. When I asked what the heck they were doing, they said their kid spilled something on the carpet and they were cleaning it up with the carpet washer! 3rd world idiots probably got too excited and bought every appliance they could lay their hands on. Wiping the carpet with a wet towel is apparently too much of a hassle after they crawl out of their dunghole country!

The other Hindus didn't make much noise but their uncivilized little brown chimp kids did. They gave everyone a headache at the pool by constantly screaming and splashing water on people, and the management did nothing despite all the complaints filed by the handful of white residents. Even though the adult Hindus didn't make much noise except for the idiots with the carpet washer, they made the entire apartment complex reek of greasy food. It reeked so bad you could not breathe in the corridors. They also reeked real bad when you passed near them, they were apparently too broke to buy personal hygiene products after spending all of their money on electronics and gadgets. On top of that, they were breeding a swarms of cockroaches and some of them didn't want to let the pest control treat their apartment cause of their ridiculous beliefs. They believe in reincarnation nonsense, so according to their primitive religion, the cockroaches could be their dead freinds/relatives/whoever and shouldn't be touched!

Another ridiculous 3rd world behavior of theirs was to swim in the swimming pool with long dresses and turbans. Can you believe that? Hindu women swam with long, bulky dresses and the Sikh guys were swimming with their turbans! This is disgusting and a threat to the hygiene.

That was a once decent high income California neighborhood that has descended into 3rd world levels -not pricewise of course, but qualitywise. Nowadays you pay 1300-2000 a month or more to live with that scum, in apartment complexes that cater to the Hindus, displaying Hindu movies in their club rooms and harboring 3rd world savages acting like they are in the Ganges when they use the swimming/spa facilities, stinking up the whole place, breeding roaches and giving any American dirty looks that read 'no more American way of life, you bow to the Indian way of life!' Whites get the most arrogant stares of course.

Then there were the slant eyes. They also had cockroach problems (I have seen GIANT Asian cockroaches come out of the backdoors of Vietnamese restaurants, even $$$ ones), habit of yelling with their irritating language and wife beating. I really got sick of calling the cops on the orientals beating up their wives.

After all these years of suffering and humiliation -I can't think of any other word to describe a situation where you pay $$$ to live in 'upper class' apartments dominated by 'educated' savages with 3rd world habits- I'm really glad to live in a predominantly whie [sic] city and a predominantly white neighborood. I don't mind upper middle class/white collar blacks, at least they are raised with American values and have some first world manners. I'd take a white collar negro over a Hindu or oriental with phd any day!