Lost in Secret Dreams

Sometimes I wonder how I ever ended up in any of these contentious political circles. Once upon a time, I was just a dude that wanted to make incomprehensible super 8 films and put out music that wouldn’t seem out of place on late 70’s / early 80’s porn soundtracks, yet here I am.

If you’re wondering why I haven’t been updating as much, it’s because I’ve been busy with a lot of creative projects. As you can imagine, being one of the leading proponents of a poorly understood and minimally existent political “movement” isn’t all that fulfilling. It pays almost nothing. What few allies you do accumulate tend only to embrace your ideas to the extent they’ve woefully misperceived them.

I occasionally roll my eyes and get a chuckle when I read nasty comments about me on other blogs as well, when they talk about what an “awful human being” I am, etc. These comments are usually (but not always) based on erroneous presumptions of what my views are, based on imaginative interpretations of things I’ve written and people’s preconceived biases used to fill in the blanks. I don’t care about being labeled an “awful human being,” especially by people who have interests and goals that diametrically conflict with mine. Having very little shame, allows for room to move forward and get things done, (however they may turn out.)

It’s tempting for me to write some kind of “FAQ” clarifying what my positions are, and maybe I will get around to it. However, given how terrible most people’s reading comprehension is, or how intellectually dishonest they are when looking to paint their ideological opponents in a negative light…I’m not sure there’s much point.

To be quite honest, I do not care about certain issues as much as I may come across in my writing. It wasn’t my idea to get involved in any kind of racial identity politics. It was imposed on me. Like others, I came to it reluctantly by simply noticing the real-time implications demographic changes and concluding that white people will have to start looking out for our collective interests the way other groups do. Most people I’ve encountered in pro-white or nationalist circles over the years have ranged from totally insufferable to outright bonkers (and those are just my friends!) with the occasional rational person few and far between (I realize the feeling is probably mutual.) Yet, here I am.

Despite having some wise and visionary people in prominent roles, the rank and file of the “AltRight” for the most part is inextricably tethered to a lot of things I don’t really have the slightest interest in (traditionalism, Christianity, Catholic aesthetics, rural agrarianism, renaissance architecture, sexual puritanism, anti-degeneracy, wild conspiracy theories.) In fact, as we speak AltRight.com has an article up recommending Julius Evola’s “Handbook For Right Wing Youth” as being “AltRight Essential” reading material. No thanks. I prefer Constantin Von Hoffmeister’s logically sound take on Evola. I actually like much of what constitutes the bogeyman of “modernity.” To the extent I have any real ideological passions they would be better classified as retro-futurism, transhumanism or even enclavism rather than full blown “white nationalism.” It just so happens that white people probably need to embrace identity politics both out of necessity for survival and for self determination in realizing any of the types of societies we would aspire to live in, (however incompatible they may all be with one another.) I certainly don’t care much about “racial purity” beyond a threshold that is useful in maintaining social capital, aesthetic preferences and collective cultural norms. I’m not sure what threshold is practical, desirable or realistic as an ideal. Over the years I’ve seen endless debates in the pro-white community over what constitutes white, and what percentage of Non-European genetics in a person is still acceptable for procreation, fornication, etc…with very little consensus having been reached. A lot of people who tend to be the most vocal enforcers often turn out to be hypocrites with more than a few anthropologically diverse skeletons in their own closet. All I know is I just don’t want to be in a scenario where I’m electorally outnumbered by or have to interact with significant numbers of people from groups which disproportionately display hostility toward my group (since non-whites have already overwhelmingly rejected the notion of an individualist or color blind society anyway.) This sounds pretty reasonable to me.

Explaining nuances and distinctions like this is essentially pointless. Any white person who expresses any reservations about multiculturalism, mass immigration or dares to roll his eyes during a mandatory diversity awareness lecture given by an abrasive jewess or sassy WOC, is going to be labeled a white supremacist / neo nazi / scum of the earth human being….even someone as depraved as me. So, here we find ourselves, blended together from the outside into an illusion of “Bad News Bears” styled 9th inning cohesion, while privately caught up in our own secret dreams.

Tumblerine Dreams

I need to start a family with you. This will just take a minute, okay?
     Well that depends if your “Make America Great Again” hat is ironic or not.
I actually only got this hat because there was no Richard Spencer apparel available at the time…
     Oh now I’m pissed.
Well I’m sure it’s nothing that Saturday morning cartoons can’t cure.
     I mean “Alt Right” is pretty heavy if that’s what you are.
Like, it might take something more than cartoons.

I don’t know about that. Poddington Peas was a magnificent and powerful cartoon.
     You’re dating yourself a little bit with that one my darling.
So what? The intro song is great.
Most newer cartoons are pretty lame anyway, unwatchable
     Okay, I just listened to it and I’m moderately impressed. I don’t watch a
lot of cartoons.

Me neither. I mostly just watch the intros and sing along with the catchy tunes. As far as dating myself, your name’s Haley, sort of like the comet. I remember when it last appeared in 1986…
     I’m wondering, where is your Instagram, and where are our mutual friends?
Mine is set to private. We have no mutual friends.
     Either you’re fake, or you’re going to kill me.
I’m really not a killer. There has to be a third option.
     The third option is that you’re some weirdo Alt Right dude
So I mean..

Well, that’s getting slightly closer to the truth
     I’m soooo mad
Are you or are you not a republican?
Well I’m not a “republican,” no
     Oh my God
What does it matter? Seems clear to me we get along well enough. We could be holding hands at the zoo right now, and nobody would ever know the difference.
     I wish. I absolutely love the zoo.
I don’t know if I want to date a guy who might or might not be Alt Right,
since I’m part Hispanic.

Hispanic is a bogus category. You don’t really even have mestizo features, so you’re probably mostly Spanish or Portuguese. You look huWhite to me. I’m not getting the vibe of an Aztec warrior princess ready to yank the beating heart from my chest on a sacrificial altar and offer it up to ye gods. I could be wrong though.
     What if you are wrong?
I’ll be a heartless bastard.

Brandon Adamson is the author of Beatnik Fascism

Constantin von Hoffmeister on The Stark Truth

A few years ago I rediscovered some of Constantin von Hoffmeister’s old national futurism manifestos and essays from 2004-2006, which were gathering dust on some long forgotten webpages and forums. I found his views were in many ways similar to my own. Having grown weary of arguing with neoreactionary tradcaths and southern holy rollers, I welcomed the idea of National Futurism as a kind of secular, futuristic oriented nationalism my cohorts and I could get behind. At the very least, I thought the writings were interesting and should not be lost to the world. I asked Hoffmeister for permission to repost his old material, and he gave it to me. I created a National Futurism website to house NatFut related articles essays and books. Since then, there has been a resurgence of interest in National Futurism, with Robert Stark and others even taking it upon themselves to create a National Futurist political party in the US.

Constantin von Hoffmeister has been around the scene forever. He has always been known as an entertaining writer and eccentric figure in these dissident political circles, but in recent years has become more prominent. He runs the Eurosiberia Facebook group and recently gave a speech at the Identitarian Ideas conference in Stockholm.

Stark and I had the chance to interview Hoffmeister on a recent episode of the Stark Truth. The interview can be found here:
http://www.starktruthradio.com/?p=3913

Topics:

Constantin’s National Futurist Manifesto
How Futusim captures the Faustian Promethean nature of Western Man
Taking a materialistic over spiritual outlook toward identity
The Italian Futurist who wanted to re-create the glory of Rome in a futurist setting
The Dada movement, and Constantin’s flirtation with the concept of National Dadaism
The concept of Eurosiberia and Imperium Europa
National Bolshevism, Eurasianism, and Aleksandr Dugin
The European Migrant Crisis, and why Constantin is pessimistic about his home country Germany’s future
Why Constantin views Islamization as Europe’s primary threat, but America as a rival
How the election of Trump has improved Constantin’s view toward America
Constantin’s support for Israel and Secular Arab Nationalism as a bulwark against Radical Islam
The Cultural effects of Communism on East Germany and Eastern Europe
The Faustian Imperial Nature of Brutalist Architecture
Le Corbusier’s Plan To Overhaul Paris
Using Le Corbusier’s ideas to redevelop decaying suburbs into garden cities
The glitzy Neo-Brutalist Architecture of John C. Portman Jr, and his inspiration from the Champs-Élysées
London’s Architecture, Ernő Goldfinger’s Brutalist towers, Centre Point, and the BT Tower
The Bauhaus White City in Tel Aviv, Israel
Art Nouveau, Art Deco, and Mid-century modern
The Palace of the Soviets proposal in Moscow
The Russian Futurist movement
1970s Soviet futurism
New Arbat and Cyberpunk in Moscow
Constantin’s experience in India, and Le Corbusier’s Chandigarh, India
Constantin’s Poetry