A black man insulted a white feminist within my hearing and I couldn’t decide what to do about it. Correct the boy for daring speak that way to a lady, or revel in the lady’s just desserts?
Dylan Roof shoots up a church and I can’t decide if he ought to be universally condemned or if it ought to be acknowledged that, at least in the case of one of the congregants, he got it right?
A Muslim shoots military men in TN; is it wrong to think that if a Muslim didn’t get them, they’d likely end up being our prison guards in the new American gulag?
I hate abortion but love that our enemies are killing themselves.
I love American women, but can’t stand most of them.
I passionately argue for families but am constantly estranged from mine.
I love the church but can’t for the life of me find one to attend in good conscience…
I love learning but can’t stomach the American educational system.
I’m not intelligent enough for philosophical system building, nor bull-headed enough for street brawls. I’m not motivated enough to write novels, but I’m too high minded for factory work. I’m not commanding enough to lead anyone but I’m too opinionated to be a minion. I’m just smart enough to see the meta-situation, but I’m too passionate to deal with it intelligently.
I can’t be a Southern Nationalist because I’m not enough of a democrat; but it’s hard to be a monarchist because I love rugged individualism.
I’m friends with all the TradYouth guys, but I’m not Orthodox in my Faith and I’m simply not attracted to Eastern European culture or nationalism.
I’m friends with lots of the Kinists but I’m not puritanical enough for many of them.
Despite all this, I’m driven to act. To do something. To gain honor and glory amongst this small band of outcasts, taboo-breakers, and pariahs.
…driven to make a name for myself in not only the Alternative Right, but in the history books.
I want my grave to say: “Here lies Scott Terry, one of the last men of the West.”
…if only I could find where I fit in.