True West Book Review

Fiction.

See here.

I’m skeptical of racialist-rightist fiction, having suffered through Pierce’s two books and those of other authors, although Ward Kendall’s Hold Back This Day wasn’t that bad at all. I’m also no fan of the zombie genre in popular culture, although I have linked it to (most White) American anxieties over national degeneration, mass immigration, mindless colored hordes, etc., so a book that more explicitly taps into that anxiety – racialist zombie fiction – would seem appropriate in this day and age.  But then:

…based on the teachings of Julius Evola, Ernst Jünger, Carl Schmitt, and others — and devout religious inspiration, all from a right-wing, ethnic and traditionalist perspective.

Traditionalism!  Ted Sallis weeps. 

Let’s get to it.

So, A White PhD surnamed “Darwin” (I kid you not) is living in New York City during a period in which a cell phone-induced mass retardation event (no, not an Alt Right conference or rally) is occurring:

THE ‘GREAT DUMBING,’ as we call it, happened in the late 2020s. This name refers to a relatively sudden drop of intelligence among a great number of our population. Almost overnight, many people became nearly completely inarticulate. If the retards (I refer to them by the terms, ‘idiots,’ ‘retards,’ ‘zombies,’ ‘morons,’ ‘sub-humans,’ ‘voids,’ ‘brain-wipes,’ and other derogatory terms)…

I don’t know – that sounds as much about the anti-vaxx Gab/FOX News Right as is does the SJW Left. 

According to the book, “cell phones” are a major culprit.

This being a “movement” book, the “dumbing” is linked to race. Also being a “movement” book, the HBD-IQ fetish is on full display. So, low IQ Blacks were very susceptible to “the dumbing,” but given their low level of cognitive ability to start with, would it be so easy to tell? – or to put another way, is it a Black retard, how can one tell the difference? – but, interestingly, those “high, high, high IQ Asians” were also significantly affected:

One surprising fact is that Asians were hit at a level nearly as high as that of Blacks. Research uncovered two explanations. First, the Asian community tended to be young. The population largely consisted of first generation immigrants and their families. As such, there was not a full cohort of the elder, immune, generation. Secondly, Asians are genetically predisposed to social phobias. As a result, we found, despite their high IQs, especially in immigrant communities, their level of screen time exceeded that of other communities. Thus, their relatively small, high IQ community had surprisingly high levels of dumbing.

Richard Lynn weeps.

Basically, the “dumbing” is mockery of current societal behavior, particularly among the young, among Coloreds, and among pop culture.

From an early age, I felt pressure to make more of myself. ‘Perfect mind and perfect body’ was a slogan that a Christian had imparted to me in my teens. 

That’s the Ancient Greeks who preached that, not Christians, who have always been despisers of the body and of fundamental human nature.

Already warring on myself, I adopted that slogan. As an undergraduate it took the form of leading an environmental group bent on eco-revolution. 

To the hobbit hole!  Beware the gay Alt Righter hiding in there, though.

Then, characteristically, I dropped out of college to protest my nation’s endless wars.

Huh?  What’s the connection between college and war?  ROTC?

And though my housemate Denise was very friendly, living with a Puerto Rican high school dropout was also a source of disappointment to me.

Living with a female Puerto Rican?  Huh?  I have the feeling that I’m going to be using the exclamation “Huh?” frequently in this book review.

Vinnie Corleone was taller than me. I don’t note that out of inferiority, I note it because, at 5’11”, people taller than me are tall. Slightly hunched over, he talked like a Brooklyn gangster and it looked like his nose had been broken a few times.

We see here the typical (and bizarre) "movement" obsession with male height. It is amusing that the narrator assures us he is not a manlet; after all, being tall makes one an effective leader, just look at Greg Johnson and Richard Spencer. No, wait…

In addition, I suppose that a comical stereotype of a New York Italian is par for the course for the “movement.” Vinnie Corleone – wasn’t that the name of the Andy Garcia character in The Godfather Part III, before he became “legitimized” (Mancini to Corleone)?  Mama Mia!

At least he was honest enough to have the Italian being sympathetic to conservative politics, which New York Italians definitely are (as George Wallace famously said about that group – “they talk like me but with a New York accent”).

…their very bodies themselves disgusted me. Many female Ph.D. students had tattoos on their lower backs meant to draw attention to their asses. Really? I found this disgusting. I thought this whole trend was disgusting. Hating so much, my clearing work would always contain an element of rage.

In the context of a chapter entitled Cleansing did the author mean “cleaning work” instead of “clearing work?”  Also, I agree, re: tattoos, which I dislike.  But probably the most disgusting thing about many extant bodies would be overweight/obesity.

When he opened the door, I saw a beetle scamper into the dark room behind him. He had a thick moustache and tattoos all the way up his neck and a small one on his eye.

The beetle?  I didn’t know they had moustaches and tattoos.  Seriously though, this book could have used more serious editing.

I am a massive son of a bitch.

Welcome to Der Movement.

The brain-wiped were so stupid that they were sub-human. They used single words, but did not think.

Hmm…that sounds like the typical Gab user/FOX News watcher, “movement” "activist.”

And, most beautifully, I started to see women with strollers pushing the cutest infants around. When I saw them, my heart melted. Babies are cute.

As you can observe, this book isn’t exactly at the level of Moby Dick or The Brothers Karamazov.

His sitting on the straight back wooden chair across from me, while I reclined on the brown fake leather couch, made him much taller.

Der Movement’s bizarre obsession with male physical height continues. I’m reminded of that old Monty Python sketch about archaeology.

For a population to sustain itself, each couple must have 2.1 children. The 2 children to replace the two adults making them. And the .1 takes up the slack for those who do not have children.

The bit about the 0.1 is wrong.

Is checking facts on the Internet so hard for authors?

There are many reasons for disparity in Black and White achievement. Father absenteeism is the single greatest cause of disparity. A culture that encourages criminality doesn’t help. My book explains all of that, without recourse to race.”

Huh?

Suddenly, the retards started having sex on the streets. Men, mostly Black, just started pulling out their penises and started masturbating in public.

How does this differ from typical Negro behavior observed today?  Or is that the point; the book ridicules current mores by associating them with a “dumbing” down to retardation?

Ever the rhetoricians, the Left invented new terminology to make reality conform to their twisted narratives. The acronym LGBTQ stood for Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender and Queer.

Sounds like certain factions of the Alt Right.

I am not against interracial marriage, you liar…

Why not?

The rise of even sporadic violence had a huge impact. It no longer became safe to ride the subway.

When was it ever?

We set up a training program under the direction of two former military men, Ernie Junger and Carl Schmitt.

Oh, please.  Why not Jules Evola and Frankie Yockey?

But our White volunteers got more of a pump clearing the Black zombies out than they got from clearing White and Asian zombies. And it wasn’t just that they were a greater physical challenge, they could feel that they were taking back the alpha male position in society. After a night battling them, you had the smell of sweat and testosterone pervading you. Women smelled your masculinity. Everyone knew Black people turning reflected lower IQ and so their prestige dropped. As it became clear that the largely White men who fought the monsters could protect women from violence, they became more attractive.

Further comment on that passage would be superfluous.

Vinnie had money, but his demeanor, his very voice, reflected the sensibilities of old Italian Brooklyn. This sort had no problem putting someone in the river. I mean, as far as I knew, they didn’t do that sort of thing anymore. But the mafia stereotypes, like all stereotypes, had grounding in something.

But, of course. Vinnie Corleone speaks:

Vinnie came in loud and clear, “That’s no goot. How abouts we whack ‘em? One bullet to the back of the head?”… “Goot. It’s decided. We whack ‘em,” Vinnie said, abruptly ending the debate.

Sigh.

Sex, which starts life, is not so much ‘making love’ as a thrusting and jabbing, an act of violence, complete with moans and a mini death at the end. And then the baby violently rips the mother apart as it exits.

Wipe that sweat off your forehead and calm down.

But many racists took special pride in killing Black zombies. John John loved it too much.

He rayciss!

People offered to show me videos wherein he used Black heads for bad ventriloquist acts.

Huh?

The ideological descendants of the children of those who had fought Hitler had gone completely inane and insane. Whereas that generation’s parents had fought evil…

Hitler was evil?

At the same time, as mayor I started to speak about race realism.

HBD!  Race realism!  Cue American Renaissance..

Everyone — Blacks included — knew that the Blacks had turned in greater numbers. Denial, I argued, made an unhealthy platform upon which to build a culture. Herein, my work with Cultural Nationalism helped. I respected our Black citizens. Many were conservative. Many had been in the military. Many had voted for me. We can all do better as all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God.

The “glory of God?”  I’m trying not to laugh as I read this.

And while minorities’ economic and educational achievements did not come to equal that of Whites or Asians, it improved greatly.

Asians are not minorities?  Cue Derbyshire’s heavy breathing.

Introverts, like myself, often champion counter-intuitive and unpopular ideas because we like the isolation they bring.

That is, in my opinion, backwards.  How about this instead – introverts, being more introspective and thought-oriented, are more capable of having insights about reality, and since they are less concerned than are extroverts in pleasing others, introverts are more willing to champion unpopular ideas. Social isolation may occur because other people are upset at those ideas, and introverts are willing to accept that isolation (they are introverts after all), but it is a stretch to say they champion unpopular ideas precisely because they want to be isolated. I don’t buy it.  Maybe some people are like that, but I do not believe it is a general principle of introversion.

When I first saw Mary, I lost my breath. Mary wasn’t conventionally beautiful, but she had a plain wholesome Oregonian beauty. Hers, that is, was a real face. It had been in the sun. It had been in the rain. She wore no make-up. But her blue eyes looked at me as if she had been expecting me all her life, as if she had known me forever. And I’ll never forget the dimples highlighted some vertical creases down the side of her face as her smile revealed a straight line of teeth.

Well, at least she wasn’t cross-eyed, like the West Virginia waitresses I encountered when I visited The Great Man.

Pastor Tate came out from a side door…He stood about six foot in height.

Not a manlet and therefore acceptable.

“Because today is a special, special day. We have a new community member today, Dr. Paul Darwin.” Apparently, the real estate agent had taken note and spread the word about my title. “Not a total stranger, ole’ Andy Lytle was his great-uncle on his mother’s side. All Lytles, raise your hand.”

Cue the dueling banjos music.

Jesus died for your sins. He didn’t avoid death. He died in blood and pain.

Cue Andrew Torba getting excited.  Jesus is king!

He smiled broadly. “Heck, you looked jumpier than a flea in a snuff box out there.”

Or jumpier than a White male HBDer at an Asian dominatrix convention.

Standing, I could see her shape. She had a full figure.

In other words, she was a White woman, and not a typical adult Asian female with the body of a pre-pubescent boy.

As we ate the fish, I swore that I could feel the fish, still alive in me.

Intestinal parasites?  Did they cook that fish sufficiently?

We hugged as she entered. She smelled like an old shirt you’d long become accustomed to. I loved it.

Apparently, romance is a bit different in Oregon.

For the first time, I noticed her eyes had a hint of green in them.

Uh huh.  Earlier we read:

…she beamed, with eyes that melded light blue and green.

So much for consistency.

The next shocker, if this weren’t a gag newspaper, was that not only had the zombie territories been renamed ‘The United States of America,’ but Barrack Hussein Obama had become their President! Vinnie had mentioned the United States and its citizens and I hadn’t fully digested it. I scanned the newspaper to see what we, the people north of the United States, were calling ourselves. It just said ‘the Northern Territories.’ That didn’t sound like a government name to me. It just sounded like a geographic designation. From what I could gather, the Chinese government under President Xi had tremendous influence in the US of A. The article said Xi had been in the US for most of the last two months, raising questions of who held the power of the throne.

That sounds not much different from our current reality. In any case, the situation outlined in the book seems to be getting more and more agreeable to the HBDers. Xi in charge?  A paradise!

Searching for further clues as to our predicament, I flipped over to the entertainment section of the paper. Oh my Lord! The movie Paul Darwin: Monster Slayer 3 was in theaters! Apparently, if the name weren’t just some unbelievably fantastic coincidence, while I was missing, a film studio had started a film series wherein I fought monsters. That would explain some of my fame. ‘Another smash!’ wrote one critic. ‘A movie for our times,’ hailed another. ‘This may be the best installment yet,’ raved a third.

Everyone knew the guy who played me, Earl Turner.

Earl Turner? Oh, for godssakes, William Pierce is spinning in the grave.

“Indeed. I also know that the US is bringing in people from the Middle East and doing drills with zombies. One guy, a Mark Bollett, thinks they’re planning an attack and we need to be ready.”

Obama-Xi-zombies about to attack the “Northern Territories.”  Uber-WASP Paul Darwin and grunting Neanderthal Eyetalian Vinnie Corleone to the rescue!

The Chinese are getting the zombies in fighting form and then:

“And all was fine,” Vinnie continued, “but then Obama started goin’ double hard on the social justice rhetoric, tellin’ the Mexicans about how we Whites in the Northern Territory had taken all their land and he even said we enslaved them, enslaved them for hundreds of years!”

Do you remember Ernie Junger and Carl Schmitt?

Sure!  They’re hanging’ out with Jules Evola and Frankie Yockey.

But we’re going to put forward a motion that the republics unite and that you become our first national leader.” “Me a Founding Father?” “A regular poppa! If we can get their agreement.” He smiled…

Sigh…

In widely publicized research, Dr. Ted Dutton established a causative relationship between higher IQs and the ability to resist cell phone use.

Ted?  Anyway, did he wear a fez and sing songs while doing all of that?

Individuals’ characteristics often reflect the assumptions of the society they inhabit.

Indeed.  And not only societies, but movements as well.

The next chapter: Mr. Richard Duchesne: The Eastern White Territories.

What’s next?  Gig Johnson?  Dickie Spinster?  The mind boggles.  In any case, the following chapters outline the characteristics of various ethnoracial-cultural American territories that evolved out of the “dumbing” chaos.

To re-engage with my Western heroes.

That was an incomplete sentence.

…the famous scientist Dr. Ted Dutton, also sat at the table. He holds PhDs in neuropsychology, epidemiology, and molecular genetics. I think Nietzsche would have found him interesting.

The real Ed Dutton has a degree in “theology” and I believe that Nietzsche would have laughed at him.

I suddenly understood our fight as one between the West and the other civilizations; a cosmic battle between the striving West and Asian conformity.

Derbyshire weeps.

We were born to vindicate God’s exaltation of the nonmaterial realm…

Nonsense.

…and then muttered in deep contemplation, “Lord, please Lord, allow me to know, how might I take my people to where they must go, to realize their…” And, right there and then, the Lord answered my prayer. “HITLER! Yes!” I yelled. All my life I had been told how horrible Hitler was, the very mention of his name made people recoil. He worked black magic on his populace. But I needed to work such magic on mine. Jesus’ answer was clear, I was to follow Hitler’s example!

Praise Jesus!  Heil Hitler!

We needed such power. We needed Hitler’s pomp, his sense of spectacle. And yes, above all his willingness to feel evil, channel hatred and act violently. In Jesus’ name, the West needed to become whole and realign with its sense of superiority and righteous wrath.

We are entering self-parody time here.

Whereas we wish to practice our Christian faith without guilt…

No.

…each person must become crucified, nailed to his own cross and nailed to the cross of Western civilization if we are to thrive…

Huh?

A zombie is about to chew through her cheek. What do you do?

Bring them a knife and fork?

Will you kill for Christ?

Very Christian, that.

The Jewish-looking fellow spoke up, “I am an atheist and an American and I find it offensive that you would assume the religion of everyone in here and impose your religion on them.”

I agree with this “Jewish-looking fellow.”

The West’s heritage is firmly Christian. If you hate Christianity, you hate the West.

A double lie.

I felt powerful. I enjoyed having people thrown out of meetings.

He can start with himself.

As the battle will be fought by men, these young men must bond.

Certain factions of the Alt Right may interpret men “bonding” in a manner not meant by the author.

To a scantily clad woman:

“If you didn’t already know that your body would distract men from their duty, their moral focus on developing souls, you wouldn’t be revealing so much of it. You know your body is not just yours, but affects others. To plead otherwise is a lie!”

Behold the female!  I agree with that passage, which reveals a sound understanding of female behavior. Similarly, from a female character:

And I discovered that I have a tendency to resent men.

Again, right on target.  More, from the same character:

“I don’t get the segregationists. Why are those people so fearful of non- Whites? I’m not sure I want to administer a curriculum that has to conform to the ideas of people like that.” 

Behold the female, indeed!

…Western civilization is the only conscious civilization. I mean, think of what the world would be like without us. No electricity, people barely knowing the world is round.

True.

Stupid brutal religions and constant warfare in their names.

Does that include Christianity?

The eight main new laws of Darwin’s regime:

1. Building Churches

2. He Who Does Not Work Shall Not Eat

3. The Death Penalty

4. Family Law

5. Media Policy

6. The Wages of Sin and Enforcement

7. Disbanding the Military

8. The Ministry of Culture

Number one I oppose unalterably – churches should be destroyed or turned into museums. No big problems with two through six. Number seven is crazy in the context of foreign threats like China.  Number eight is fine dependent upon what you mean like “culture.”

And how do you like this oxymoron sentence, followed by more stupidity:

We need a masculine, macho, muscular ‘ready for war’ Christianity ethos.

As I had come to understand mine as a holy mission, I had gotten into the habit of praying when I had trouble. So, when I got home, tired as I was, I got down on my knees and pleaded, “Oh Lord, please be my guide. Please give me another inspiration. Please tell me what I must do.”

What utter tripe.

“You are not Muslim or Chinese or African, let alone ‘individual.’ No, you belong to an ancient civilization, that of the Christian West.”

Christianity, a Magian religion, started in the Middle East.

From the hospital, I called Carl and ordered him to round up local RSA members and a horse ready for me in Portland. “A horse?” he checked. “Yes. From Genghis to Cortez to Napoleon horses have signified power and an attempt to conquer…

We know that we are in the presence of “movement” “traditionalism” here – Christinsanity (no, that’s not a spelling mistake), and folks riding horses; all we need now is Greg Johnson snug in his hobbit hole, reading Guenon and Savitri Devi.

My ancestors enslaved far better men than you. You look not upon a man, but an ancient line of noble rulers, beasts of prey, you will break like twigs between my fingers. You wish to shame me with Hitler chants? With pride, I will torture you for pleasure, via the cracking of your bones, I will wring weakness out of our population, that we might again drink in bloodlust. The Valkyries will feast upon your insults of equality and human rights. You will pray for your death and find no easy release. I will gain eternal notoriety based on the slow crushing of your already forgotten nameless body.

Sounds a bit like Spencer screaming about “octoroons.”

For true holy war, I not only had to ask, ‘What would Jesus have me do?’ But the very brutal and honest question, ‘What would Hitler do?’ Needing to find a midpoint between Hitler and Jesus, I got off my horse. I needed to find my footing in this raging river of violent lust. I thought of Achilles, Caesar, Charles the Hammer, Patton. I knelt in the leaves and pressed my hands together, metal upon flesh, in supplication before the Lord. Mouthing my silent prayer, I begged, ‘Our civilization has become too domesticated. What can make it feral again, without making us unworthy of you?’

Hasn’t your Christianity contributed to the domestication of your civilization?

I am letting you know that we will be building a national system of coliseums in our Academies and reviving the ancient Roman tradition of gladiator battles.

Very Christian, that. Talk about jumping the shark, I think we’ve jumped Moby Dick here.  And no “spin” from the author, spouted through the mouth of the main character, can alter the un-Christian nature of this situation.

Not needing, but wanting more backing, I said, “Vinnie, you’re of Italian heritage.” “Yeah, whataboutit?” he winced.

I decided you’re non-White!  Off to the zombie lands with you, moopish wop!

“You’re tough. I know you. You’re connected in New York. You’re not totally ignorant of violence.”

“I plead the fifth!” Vinnie said with a big smile.

Haw, haw. I am skeptical that the author of this book either (a) ever visited New York City, or (b) ever met an Italian-American.

Between the sixty-four exterior columns we placed fifty-six statues of Western icons. Historically, they spanned from Pythagoras to Nietzsche…

Nietzsche no doubt would be thrilled with Christian underpinnings of this “state.”

If we had bullfights, the bulls could not scale these walls.

Cue the Matador.

The participants, when not fighting, wore Roman legion skirts and breastplates, with copies of Constantine’s red cross on them.

Christian fanaticism ended the gladiatorial games, by the way.

Christian Romulus and Remus banners…

They were Christians after all.  Romulus killed Remus for jumping over a crucifix.

And so I am pleased to bring to you, here and watching across the nation, the first live fight to the death many of you will have ever seen, Janet DeMott versus Judah Spielberg…

OK, I’d pay to see that.

Vinnie had the greatest look of joy on his face. In his time, in Brooklyn, he had participated in things that, as they say, ‘you don’ wanna know about.’

Burning copies of  March of the Titans?

“But being White is not enough!” The excitement diminished as I momentarily eyed Duchesne. “We have among us traitorous loser, self-hating Whites. This scum not only doesn’t take pride in our accomplishments. They use our own values to shame us.

HBDers?

In the next battle we will reenact the Battle of Marathon, wherein our Greek ancestors first fought off the unthinking masses under Persian control.

Your ancestors?  I think not.

A young man actually slid, like a baseball player coming into a base, between a tall sub-human’s legs. And standing up on the other side, he shoved his dagger into the unfortunate moron’s anus! Wow!

Wow!  Praise Jesus!

When the Chinese set up a rump “United States of America” with Obama as their puppet ruler, we get:

To their credit, the Chinese got much of the electrical grid back online. They trained a local police force. Also, local proxy, puppet foremen aside, the Chinese ran factories that provided an economy for the south.

But, of course. HBD!

The Chinese had long nursed a resentment of Whites, if for no other reason that the Whites had succeeded in creating more than they ever had. Whites had made all of the basic scientific discoveries, inventions and artistic mediums worth having.

Well, well, well…a bit of REAL "race realism." Derbyshire, Lynn, and Taylor weep.

The Muslims made no bones about their desire to use the weapons to help the Chinese destroy the West. Thus jihadis and Chinese colluded for our destruction.

The Tropical Alliance. Derbyshire weeps.

Time for war:

As the gladiator games had done, this march, this crusade, would remake a generation. If successful, nothing could stop these dedicated, disciplined, bonded, tough White men from making our civilization shine. This epic would leave us on firmer ground, a surer path to glory than any other. We immediately got word that our planes met tremendous resistance from the Chinese Air Force and ground to air rocket launchers. In turn, we attacked their air force. This would be a ground war.

…the Chinese developed remote zombie control technology while researching how cell phones turned people into zombies.

Is the technology the HBD cult?

I recall the remaining half of Tim Pool’s face. Blood dripped off coagulated blood in his beard. As we did more hand-to-hand combat, more and more of our soldiers suffered severed limbs. I recall struggling to keep my eyes on Tommy Robinson’s eyes, and not his missing leg, as he bravely tried to muffle his screams on his way to death. Nick Fuentes made a chilling gurgling sound as he died with his throat ripped out.

After reading that, I really regretted that this was merely fiction.

Considering Hitler in his bunker now, I briefly considered and then scoffed at his act of suicide. Hitler, when it came down to the end, was not a man of faith. Killing yourself is a mortal sin. It is cowardly. It would not inspire our men. As long as you continue fighting, you have not lost.

Sure! Should Hitler have ended up in Soviet captivity?  Or should he have charged out of the bunker firing a machine gun?

…recalled Dostoyevsky’s six sermons for the dead, the characteristics he had outlined. Actually, I could only remember five. He praised the dead for their steadiness of purpose, authenticity, freedom from worldly concerns, meditation, and victory in tasks completed….

OK, that was weirdly funny.

My mouth was bleeding. I touched the blood with the tip of my tongue, a taste richer, more pungent, grittier than any wine I had tasted.

Zombies to vampires?

I felt a pang in my stomach. ‘The blood is digesting. I feel movement in my intestine.

Black-colored stools tomorrow morning, no doubt.

Then, with my fang teeth, I ripped off some of the zombie’s skin with fat on it. I chewed it. ‘Mastication,’ what a word. Mastication, the molecules of meat in our meat-bodies making life. ‘Mastodon,’ what an animal.

That sounds like the gibbering of a lunatic.

And I drank a full mouth of blood and tore out a full bite, then another and another. I felt my hair tingle and strengthen at its ends. Yes! I could literally feel each of my hairs’ connection to my scalp and feel the ends strengthen. I felt my skin thicken. Good bumps, yes. But, actually, real-time growth in my power and skin seemed to follow. I tore off another bite…

Ditto.

I looked behind me and touched my head with my right hand, making my body into the shape of a swastika.

Nazi yoga.

Gazing out on the infinite momentarily transfixed me. But I realized, the battle had not disappeared, it was just that I was so tall that my line of sight went above the fray. I looked down, from the horizon to the great hordes engaged in ancient combat around me. Indeed, I was a good six feet taller than anyone around me.

Is this meant to be serious?

I inhaled so much air that it resembled the pull of a whirlpool morphing into a black hole. I took a tad more air in, filling my huge lungs to absolute capacity. Then I arched my spine backwards and, as I moved forward, roared! The tornado knocked all those within one hundred yards of me to the ground. Even the sun itself seemed to recoil.

Lunacy.

So I pulled an arm off of a zombie corpse and began eating it like a chicken leg. “Eat them!” I barked. As we consumed our enemies, we all convulsed and grew.

A new type of “gear” for bodybuilding.

We have only one political party, the United Party of Christ…

Sigh.

And during the early years we raided China every year for captives, just to show them that we could.

Paging John Derbyshire.

The Roman population was sometimes thirty percent slaves.

There’s some disagreement about that.

Only when men are ready to kill for their destiny, can they safely, fully and collectively achieve it.

Praise Jesus!

There has never been a more forceful appeal made to the best in man than the appeal made by Christianity.

As exemplified by eating zombies and drinking their blood. A sacrament of sorts.

Only one more important piece of business remained before I could start my crucifixion preparation

Trying to find a way to escape from the pages of this ludicrous book?

...in Moby Dick, do you know who Captain Ahab’s partner was?” “Ahab had a partner? No. Who?” He seemed relaxed now. “It was Starbuck…

Starbuck was opposed to Ahab, at least morally, and by verbal objection, if not my open deed. Wasn’t Fedallah Ahab’s partner instead (if he could be said to have had one)?

Yeah, Starbuck was the ship’s financier in Moby Dick...

No, you ignorant moron, Starbuck was the First Mate. Captains Peleg and Bildad were part-owners ("financiers") of the Pequod.

Starbuck was the businessman of the ship. He represented the investors…

That is because as the First Mate he felt he had an obligation to the owners and the crew to follow the official rationale of the voyage – to hunt whales for profit.

Esteemed citizens from each republic climbed the stairs and hammered spikes into the horizontal beam. These first spikes would go under my arms and allow me to hold myself up as they drove the spikes into my hand. I removed my toga and now only wore a loincloth. I mounted the foot pedestal, put my arms in their holders, and put one foot over the other. The pain of the nails going into my hand and feet exceeded every other pain I have ever experienced. I went completely blind with the pain, it overwhelmed me. Then I found my breath.

Truly, Christianity is madness.  Christinsanity, indeed.

The nails in my hands and feet cannot kill me quickly. Showing much fealty, Pastor Lewis stabs me again. Hysterical with pain, I use the reflexive contortion of my body to lift my eyelids. I see my bloody feet. In horror, I instinctively look up to avoid the sight. And there, from nowhere, I see Mary. She is weeping. In my weakness, I too immediately silently sob. We are reconciled.

Ditto.

And I pray that my story, my legend, will propel you and all White Western Christians to incarnate beautiful, holy glory not yet manifest.

Crush the infamy!

Not a bad book, I suppose, for juvenile Alt Right retards - mildly amusing, definitely childish; and boringly (and offensively) Christian. I’ll leave it up to the reader of this review as to whether they think it is something they’d like to buy and read.