In the early 2000’s, when I was young, in the Navy, and too stupid not to follow the crowd, I followed them frequently to house parties and other debaucherous events. It was a running joke that when the token blacks arrived (all white cliques had to include a little color) they’d burst into the room and shout “where the white wimminz is?”
Knowing the temperament of white party girls, and knowing how infuriating it would be to white ghosts (as well as the girls’ fathers), these blacks made no bones about their lust for pillage. Unfortunately, the white girls complied, indulging the pleasures of their pet tokens, even though few had the stomach to follow through with their flirting.
I see white pagans in the same light. Having given up the Faith of their ancestors, and having been reared in a horrible culture, they’ve taken on the mannerisms of the blacks – mannerisms which are lauded as virtues in our egalitarian utopia. Even while preaching a crass “racism”, they’re following the be-bopping pied pipers down the road to licentiousness. And like their black role models (though not as overt), they burst into white events, conferences, or gatherings, with one question on their minds: where the white wimminz is?
More sophisticated white advocates ask the same question but for different reasons. Where *are* the white women? Our events, even tame ones like the American Renaissance Conference, are dominated by males, most of them elderly, and few, if any, ladies. Certainly not young ones, of marriageable age. Why is that?
The pagans over at Daily Stormer have (in my opinion) the typical view of women, made worse by their reading of the “manosphere” material. Thankfully, Matt Parrott of the Traditionalist Youth Network has responded with a great article, trying to bring Christian sense to a pagan cesspool.
While I respect what he’s doing in the article (providing a reply to movement types with whom I rarely associate), I wonder what a capitalist might say to it?
A capitalist might say Americans are far less ideological when it comes to hiring than some suspect. That is to say, having taboo political ideals may not be as huge a barrier to gaining wealth and stability as is sometimes suggested.
While true, times is hard for a cracker, I, at least, aint willing to let that stop me (and I’m not even a capitalist!)
Can’t I achieve wealth and respect from a small southern society? Can’t I wear white suit coats to fancy dinners (but *not* after Labor Day), despite my taboo views? Can’t I arrive with a stunning belle on my arm after convincing her to read Burke instead of Burlesque?
Ok, ok, readers…I know what you’re thinking.
I’m not especially concerned for eating crumbs from the devil’s table. And if you stay tuned for my next post, you’ll see my opinion of America’s aristocrats. But why shouldn’t I have the good life? And most especially, why should I be denied a wife?
They say celibacy is a virtue and even Parrott harps on it in his article, but if I know anything about myself, I know I don’t have that “gift”. I suspect God’s forced me to be a bachelor for 32 years to wake me up from the mores I was born with, true, but more importantly, to do with me as He did for Adam. He made him wait, even teasing him by parading all the Earth’s animals in front of him. Only then did He give humanity the second greatest gift (next to Christ Himself) ever given…that is, of course, woman. Adam had to learn what he was missing.
I’m man enough to know what I’m missing. Without a woman, am I really even a man? I mean, one fully? At least, I know how stronger I could be if I had one.
Listen up pagans and urban hipsters:
They may not be popular in the urban centers (and certainly not in the rough hewn white nationalist enclaves), but there are quite a few women in the hinterlands enamored with the simple life and animated in their support of traditionalism (most are Evangelicals of a Baptist persuasion).
True, most are soft (at best) on racial issues, but they’re of a temper (…and I say this anecdotally…) to quickly see reason, especially when it’s shown in a practical light. They’re the ones being jeered at lustfully by hoards of “youths” after all.
You find them at homeschooling events or Civil War reenactments. You find them at book club meetings, renaissance fairs, and political tea socials. They frequent farmer’s markets and are attracted to organic produce and sustainable agriculture.
They may not shout white pride slogans, offer national socialist salutes, or froth at the mouth about jews, and they may require a man to do more than spout rhetoric, but they’ve been raised by fathers who know the score. And like good daughters, they retain a feminine passion for the outlook they’ve read about in Jane Austen novels.
On second thought, that isn’t the type of woman the pagans are looking for anyway.