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

A Framework For Identity

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So I’d love to finally ditch this brand and start a new site, but it’s tough to justify starting another site when this one already gets a substantial amount of traffic. Stark seemed to think I should keep blogging here and capitalize on the momentum.

The AltLeft seems to be attracting a new faction of people who want to be “neutral” on the issue of race. A lot of them are “left libertarian” gamergate types who are critical of third wave feminism but reject the AltRight because of racism. People like Sargon of Akkad and Shoe0nhead come to mind. They think any identity politics is bad and that people who defend white identity are just “the mirror image of SJWs ” In fact, this is becoming the dominant faction. They’re basically people who just think this social justice warrior craze has gone too far, and they want to turn the clock back to like 1995 when it was just slightly less prevalent. As I’ve stated a million times before, this will never work. Without addressing the implications of large scale demographic changes and making a point to resist such changes, you’ll never get the type of society you idealize. “Race neutrality” or “colorblindness” is itself an expression of white identity(this is one reason why SJWs always accuse people who advocate race neutrality as white supremacists.) Blacks and other groups advocate for their own unapologetically and see race everywhere. They readily exploit your altruism while you are busy being “neutral.” To try to “teach” them not to do this(or insinuate that you can teach them anything) and focus strictly on individual merits will be seen as supremacist paternalism and a denial of the uniqueness black experiences .Of course, there may be the occasional oddball Black or Mexican that rejects identity politics, but even then usually if you ask them a few probing questions you’ll find they still accept the underlying premises(“US was never a white country,” “We are a nation of immigrants,” etc.) Their identity is still there bubbling below the surface.

Not only that, when a city or a country becomes 70-80% non-white, it will most certainly not retain any “race neutrality” toward white people. Imagine being the white guy in an 80% black country who says “Guys, we’re all just one race, the human race. Here’s what I think we all should do about problem XYZ which would help everyone rather than focus on awarding reparations.”  They will basically just laugh and be like “Whitey, sit your ass down and shut up. We’re in charge now.” Only it won’t actually be you of course. It will be your children and their future that you sold out for nothing but a bit of virtue signaling. Do you want your kids to live in a city that looks like Baltimore or Detroit or the shitty parts of Oakland? Do you want them to go to a high school where they get taunted by mobs of low IQ mestizos, because the school is 95% Mexican? Have you ever felt while walking through a ghetto neighborhood late at night that you had nothing to worry about because this was a “race neutral” environment? In South Africa, whites are running for their lives. Perhaps that wouldn’t happen here, but at the very least don’t expect going to the movies to be a quiet and pleasant experience.

As the white population grows smaller and hordes of people from the third world continue to increase in both number and political clout, the prospect for race neutrality will continue to decrease even further as these groups consolidate their power to squeeze whatever advantage they can out of the system.

It would be nice to go back to the way things were in the 60’s, but it won’t happen because we don’t have the same demographics that we had in the 60’s. Perhaps we could have abandoned identity politics if we had maintained the level of homogeneity of that time period. We could probably have found away to cope with the diversity we had, assimilated to the extent that was possible, and ended up with something that looked more or less like the multiracial social cohesion depicted in Battlestar Galactica(70’s version.) Now of course it’s too late, and we’ll get Battle for the Planet of the Apes instead.

Of course, thanks to some very misguided immigration policies, the US is too diverse now to return to even 1980s racial demographics.  That doesn’t mean we have to just “suck it up” and learn to live with it though. Almost nobody in the pro-white community is still invested in the nation of “America” as it is conceptualized today. Most are already thinking in terms of post-America and the likely Balkanization of the country, a breakup along various regional and ethnic lines.  Basically whites in general have 4 options:

  1. Avoid identity politics and focus on class and other unifying issues(in other words, “beg for mercy from the new non-white majority 20 years from now and hope the country doesn’t turn our like South Africa or Brazil”
  2. Advocate for your own racial group unapologetically and see what part of the country, if any, can be salvaged for western civilization
  3.  Try to eke out a living and keep your head down. Try to interact as little as possible with invaders and instead run out the clock until you die.
  4. Flee the country to somewhere less pathologically ethnomasochistic  and less hostile to white interests(Poland, Slovakia, Hungary, Antarctica.)

My view on dealing with minorities is that you should for the most part treat people as individuals on a personal level, enjoying each of them for who they are. A nation making policy though has to look at the big picture and recognize patterns at the group level when considering broader implications of policy decisions relating to large scale demographics.