Robert Stark Interviews Leisure Suit Larry Creator Al Lowe

Interview can be found here:
http://www.starktruthradio.com/?p=4379

Robert Stark, co-host Pilleater, and Brandon Adamson talk to Leisure Suit Larry Creator Al Lowe

Topics:

-The music from the game
-1981’s Soft Porn Adventure
-How Al wanted to make a comedy game
-The main character Larry Laffer
-Larry as a loser and sleazy, but guys can relate to him probably more than they would want to admit
-How young people today are able to identify with the character of Larry through their online dating adventures
-The fan song Feel Like Leisure Suit Larry
-Al’s point that the game is not about the “sleaze” but a satire
-The portrayal of women in the game who get the upper hand on Larry
-How the early games had only text and no voice for Larry
-The Adult Video Game genre and nudity in the game
-How the old Larry games were difficult, and you could actually get stuck if you forgot to do something or ran out of money, and there were totally unpredictable ways of dying. In some cases clues were very minimal
-The groundbreaking software innovations of Sierra Entertainment in the 80’s
-The aesthetics of the game, Vaporwave and 80’s nostalgia, and Al’s point that he was just going with the style and limited color pallet of the time
-Video Games as Art
-Brandon’s point that the essence of the game is exploration rather than winning
-Nontoonyt Island, the tropical setting in Leisure Suite Larry 2 which has been transformed into a resort
-The Casino Aesthetic, City of Lost Wages, and “Caesars Phallis”
-How in Leisure Suit Larry 5 (1991) there’s a “Tramp International Casino” which is clearly a reference to Trump and now Trump is president
-The Alicia Silverstone look a like in Leisure Suite Larry 6
-The process in creating a character
-“Save Early, Save Often”
-Rumors that Glen Quagmire from Family Guy was based on Larry Laffer
-The Planned Leisure Suite Lary TV show in the 80’s with Sony
-The Leisure Suite Larry Calendar
-The Leisure Suite Larry look-a-like contest
-The Reloaded Edition
-Sierra’s Game “Kings’s Quest”
-The Game “The Manhole”
-Al’s game Torin’s Passage
-The effects of political correctness on video games
-Al’s free daily jokes at his Humor Site

An Aversion to Quagmires – A Collective Desertion Toward Our Future

When I wrote Beatnik Fascism a year or so ago, I never anticipated that we would be organizing and participating in actual anti-war demonstrations, but here we are. The book was mostly a quirky attempt to reconcile my own peculiar affinity for 1950’s and 60’s beat culture (and the associated Hollywood caricatures of it) with seemingly paradoxical tendencies toward identitarianism and futurism. I chose to convey these thoughts meditatively through the medium of poetry rather than as academic essays or “manifestos,” because I wanted the book to be abstract and avant-garde, as opposed to yet another one of those McReactionary ebooks railing about “feminists and SJWs” that Alt-Bro hucksters are always marketing. Like most people, I cringe when Paul Joseph Watson or some right wing media figure declares “conservatives are the new punk rock!” or whatever. So, though there are similarities I did not really want to write a book that was like “neo-fascists are the new beatniks.” To do so would be to overstate the activist component of the beat generation, which was in fact minimal compared to what often amounted to vaguely philosophical travelogues, artistic memoirs documenting a lifestyle of exploration, experimentation, heightened consciousness and curiosity. The idea for “Beatnik Fascism” for me began as kind of an inside joke and only accidentally became more genuine as I began to get caught up in the fevered frenzy of late night writing (much like I am now.)

The more idiosyncratic identitarians like myself lead extremely detached lives. Most of us seek a kind of escape from what passes for everyday life for most people. We travel around to meet up with each other, often exploring the world but seeing the sights through our own radically tainted viewfinders. When Robert Stark and I met up and wandered the streets of Las Vegas, admiring broken old signs and seeing majestic beauty in what normies would write off as the dumpiest, tackiest casinos….we traversed the town not strictly as tourists to Vegas from our respective cities, but as visitors from another time and place. We might as well have been from the moon, or maybe even another dimension entirely. When some lonesome, off-color traveler hikes around no man’s land in the mountains of some third world country, vlogging about transhumanism and HBD after being inspired by the sight of some weird looking leaf, it is in this sense that you might understand how so called crypto-fascist, degenerate bards could find themselves identifying with zany yet brutally authentic characters in works like “On The Road” and even the exploitative Hollywood bastardizations of them.

There is also the irresponsibility, or to put it more accurately…the realization that what is advertised as “living responsibly” is often a scam to manipulate us away from that which we sense a greater responsibly towards. To be “responsible” both in post World War 2 America and transnational, post cold war America requires going along with a whole bunch of bullshit and living a lifestyle that for some, isn’t true to one’s self. John Updike once claimed in an interview with Penguin Classics that he wrote “Rabbit, Run” in response to Jack Kerouac’s “On The Road.” Updike said:

Jack Kerouac’s “On the Road” came out in 1957 and, without reading it, I resented its apparent instruction to cut loose; “Rabbit,Run” was meant to be a realistic demonstration of what happens when a young American family man goes on the road – the people left behind get hurt.

Yet, despite Updike’s intentions, while reading Rabbit,Run as a young man, I identified much more with the character of Rabbit. Sure, the people he leaves behind do get hurt, but it didn’t appear to me to be any huge loss for the world. After all, his wife was an alcoholic that made him miserable, and his girlfriend was a prostitute, not exactly the type of people you’d feel like he owes some huge commitment to. There are his young children of course (one of which dies as a result of a careless accident committed by the drunken wife.) Yet, Rabbit would have been unable to prevent this even if he hadn’t ran out. It would have probably happened anyway while he was busy at work one day, in his totally meaningless sales job that Updike implies should have been his duty to remain at. Rabbit meanwhile points out the hypocrisy in all the people who attempt to tell him how to live. “Everybody who tells you how to act has whiskey on their breath.” This is the problem with Updike’s world. He frowns upon the runners, reformers and rockers of the boat for what he perceives as the messes left behind and the plight of the abandoned, the weakening of the church…etc yet beneath the forced facade of cohesion which he insists is imperative that we maintain at all costs, those who look closely still see an outline of the same puddle of puke, obscured only by having been swept partially under the rug.

“Staying at your shitty job where you spend the last years of your youth selling meaningless gadgets that people don’t need, and staying with your wife that drinks all day and yells at you constantly are necessary to keep up the appearance of a healthy, functioning society. It’s all in your interests. Just stay put.” Well, no it isn’t, and no I won’t. One can sense when they’re living a life that isn’t in their best interests (though some lack the will or inclination to act on it.)

“Check your privilege, keep your head down and train the overseas replacement we’ve brought in to take over your job at half of what we’re paying you. You might feel boxed in, but it’s in your best interests to import people from ethnic groups that express hostility toward you and openly boast about how disenfranchised you will be once they’re fully in charge. It might cramp your style, but just sit tight.
” Well gee dad, that transnational capitalist diversitopia sounds swell, but I gotta run…I’m off to find an abandoned mall to convert into a retro-futuristic identitarian living space where we conduct wild scientific experiments on ourselves, learning, loving and disinclining in peace.

Brandon Adamson is the author of Beatnik Fascism

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

Strange Bedfellows – Defending Milo

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Robert Stark, Pilleater and I discussed the recent Milo controversy on The Stark Truth. The episode is available, here.

I hate having to write an article like this. I’ve never really been a fan of Milo (and have written so quite clearly in the past.) People who prioritize or spend a lot of time obsessed with political issues relating to what depraved activities they can or can’t do sexually, have always kind of annoyed me. Really, of all the problems in our society that could require attention, that’s what you chose to devote your activism to? Your dick?

Anyway, I’m just going to go ahead and say it…

Milo never defended “pedophilia.” It’s ridiculous to suggest that he did. In the video interview in question, he’s discussing teenagers. Pedophilia applies only to prepubescent children. Whether or not someone is legally a “minor” in a particular has nothing to do with these classifications. Age of consent and what constitutes a minor vary widely among different countries. In any case, debating the subject of attraction and consent relating to post pubescent or sexually developed minors cannot be construed in any way as being the same thing as “advocating pedophilia” (which would involve a conversation about pre-pubescent minors.) That a great many people are too dumb or ignorant to comprehend such distinctions, shouldn’t be Milo’s problem.

Now, to those who would accuse me of  just “splitting hairs” or claim that I’m talking about a distinction without a difference, I can only say that words mean things. Definitions matter. Categorizing ideas accurately is a critical component of civilized discussion. I can already hear people saying “Whatever. It’s all degeneracy! You sound like pedo apologist! Blah Blah Blah.”

Well, think about this…these same individuals are the ones who often complain that people mischaracterize them as Nazis, white supremacists, when they are merely white nationalists, race realists or in some cases even civic nationalists. “Whatever you’re all nazis! Trump supporters are all nazis. Bannon is a white supremacist! If it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck..!”
Of course, we all know a civic nationalist is not the same thing as a white nationalist, and a white nationalist is not necessarily a white supremacist or even a biological race realist for that matter. When you claim that Milo was “defending pedophilia,” it is as ignorant and absurd as when the media labels some basic bitch republican like Paul Ryan a white supremacist. It just isn’t true. I don’t want to hear these people complaining next time they get categorized as Nazi KKK members just for advocating for a moratorium on immigration from the third world. “Like what do you mean, dude? Don’t you see how ridiculous and autistic you seem by insisting that people accurately characterize your views? What’s that? You say you’re not a white supremacist or neo Nazi? You’re just an ‘ethnonationalist?’ Haha, as if that makes your opinions any less disgusting, you Nazi apologist.”

Part of what has always attracted me to dissident politics was the willingness to honestly explore any topic relating to biology, human nature, or psychology, no matter how socially taboo. When some AltRight person says “I don’t know how anyone could defend Milo or his remarks at this point. The things he said were simply indefensible,” I have to wonder where their self awareness is. Do they not realize that the average person thinks their views and statements on race realism are just as indefensible (if not more) than Milo’s expressed opinions on age of consent? Indeed they don’t. Didn’t people say the AltRight could no longer be defended after the NPI “Roman salute” controversy? Look, if someone holds what you deem to be a disturbing opinion that runs contrary to your values, the solution is simple. You can disagree with them and state your case.

I suspect though that there are other things in play here. Milo has made a great deal of enemies and often talks a lot of shit. Therefore, people see it as an opportunity to settle old personal scores, and they salivate at the prospect of finally skewering him and getting revenge. This may be a good short term strategy, but I don’t see it playing out well long term. Anyone that unfairly has their lives ruined by the media for simply stating “weird” opinions, requires defense whether we like them or not. Though I admit Milo is easily unlikable, and I was never much of a fan of his obnoxious shtick or faux edginess, I relate to him slightly more now that he’s become genuinely ostracized and alienated like the rest of us.

The Other Mayans

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One of my favorite things about the 1970s is the bizarre architectural projects that were conceived and somehow greenlighted during the period. Many people now living in the “ruins” of these communities and surrounding neighborhoods are often completely oblivious to the cultural relevance of these structures and fail to muster any appreciation for the aesthetic uniqueness of the community.

Often times visiting these areas is a depressing expedition, because you might consider living there, but the property owners, tenants have no idea how chic the place could be and have never considered the idea that they are living anywhere but a mediocre dump just waiting to be torn down and replaced with some cheaply built McMansions (with brand new granite counter tops!) Another example of this would be the older Vegas casinos, like Circus Circus. To me, these are the destinations of wonder, excitement and magic…but to most people, they’re just dreary.

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Anyway, there’s this interesting 1970s Condominium complex in Scottsdale, AZ called “Maya,” that I’ve always found fascinating. Built in 1971, it’s a large condo community with Mayan themed buildings and aesthetics. While these “themes” are typically only superficially incorporated into the actual edifices, Maya developers actually went through the trouble of installing some detailed statues, pillars and miscellaneous decor, giving the grounds some minor semblance of an authentically exotic ambiance.

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As a side note, acting legend Cesar Romero (who played The Joker in the original 60’s Batman TV series) actually lived in these condos for a period of time.

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10-15 years ago this community had degenerated into a pretty seedy place. Despite being in a prime location, like many older complexes it attracted a lot of sketchy people (and still does.) However, I was pleased to see when I revisited it the other day, that the community looks to have been revived, and the buildings and grounds appear to be well maintained. Clearly some residents and owners at least see the value here and are interested in preserving this unrecognized historical “landmark.” This is the sort of cultural appropriation I can appreciate.

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