Tumblerine Dreams

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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

LO! a racist exhile by HAarlem VEnison

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LO! a racist exhile is a poetry travelogue but not of the tourist brochure variety. Though the author was indeed traveling around the world while writing, the book is more of a meditation of his thoughts on the journey. It has very little to do with the actual places he’s visited aside from whatever influence they may have had on the parallel journey within his mind. One can visualize HAarlem VEnison backpacking around in no man’s land and pondering how to solve the racial issues of our time in ways no one else has considered.

A recurring theme in Venison’s poems is that he’s “playing the long game.” He doesn’t seem satisfied to pick from the existing teams and join the race battle. He wants to meditate things out in his own head and work up the best possible strategy, rethinking not just the lines and the shades, but the dirt that comprises the battlefield itself. This is probably the area where I most identify with him. He’s not a natural “joiner” and neither am I. It makes sense that among people rejecting the consensus line of thought in our culture, that those prone to rejecting consensus generally would also be resistant to the prevailing orthodoxy within dissident groups.

My favorite poem in the book begins with:

“Welcome exile as the opportunity to burn
yourself out. It will teach you everything
you need to know in order to make your
humble contribution to the overthrow of
the world.”

It is here that he recognizes that being cast out of polite society is a blessing. Being outside of the shitshow gives you the chance to get a new perspective, to see the big picture, and most importantly to shed that part of yourself that was in many ways molded and shaped by the system you were forced out of. You want to forget the old thoughts and views that were burned into your brain. By burning yourself out, you replace it all with a more powerful self, like an alien creature that sheds its skin and morphs into an advanced organism. He believes in the end that “no lives matter,” not yours, not mine and not his, but that this realization gives him a freedom to operate in life in ways others cannot.

when you realize that death is your
overarching goal, and that this goal is
the only thing that matters and that it
will fall into place effortlessly, all the
weight in life will be lifted and /you/
will no longer be under duress to
achieve /your/ life’s tasks. your life
doesn’t matter at all, bluntly stated.

The poems have a psychedelic vibe. In fact, the above excerpt from a poem about death made me think of a verse the Velvet Underground classic “Sweet Jane:”

And there’s some evil mothers
Well they’re gonna tell you that everything is just dirt
You know, that women never really faint
And that villains always blink their eyes
And that, you know, children are the only ones who blush
And that life is just to die.” – Velvet Underground, Sweet Jane

A Biological Worldview
References to nature are common throughout the book which may not seem notable as far as poetry goes, but this author is very in tune with the natural, biological world. There are frequent mentions of insects, not pretty monarchs but gnats, spiders, and some of the more pesky and forgotten critters that most people don’t care about but that make themselves uninvited companions of your journey within 5 seconds of walking into the woods. These poems were written by someone who spends a lot of time in the great outdoors. The up close and personal interaction with these organisms and observation of them in their habitat probably plays a part in the author’s race realism. Whether you’re in the emerald forest, the desert dunes or the icy mountains, biological reality doesn’t play hide and seek the way it does in pop culture and suburbia.

The writing style and formatting in LO! a racist exhile reminds me very much of early-mid 90’s art / zine literature, and I say that as someone who is very nostalgic for that era of underground writing and wasted hundreds of precious teenage hours perusing weird books and defunct magazines in long gone record stores. This was a time when “independent” thoughts were grimy, grotesque, beautiful and uninhibited. Recently I looked into the current underground literature / zine scene when looking for ways to promote my own book, only to discover that the entire DIY landscape has been taken over by cringecore social justice warriors. That’s right, the people that dominate the underground zine production and distribution today are people for whom mainstream media and entertainment isn’t PC enough. DIY culture has become the Kinko’s photocopy print version of Tumblr genderfluidity and manifestos of “black bodies.”

Anyway, HArlem’s eccentric prose will likely confuse if not put off unimaginative readers that are looking for a straightforward, literal approach to these topics and strict linearity of thought. I try to picture some of the “bro” or jock elements of the AltRight attempting to make sense of this book, scanning the pages looking for red meat and standard fare. You won’t find it here, but that’s because this is better. Jack Donovan wrote a book on “Becoming a Barbarian.” This book will allow you to become an exile, first vicariously through the author and then on your own after you put it down, if you’re willing to step outside your ideological comfort zone and see the world from the other side, in another body.

You can purchase the book here in paperback and ebook form.

Beatnik Fascism

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Beatnik Fascism is a book of poems that incorporates white identity, futurism and transhumanism. The theme of the book is that the race realists, identitarians and other assorted thought criminals are the curious and creative non-conformists of the post cold war, globalized era. It conveys through poetry the alienating experience we face in daily lives(even within pro-white movements) and throws around ideas about dealing with the challenges we face for the future.

It’s available in paperback and ebook format, here.

4 Reasons to Consider Squeezing Into a Micro Apartment

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Much controversy has been generated by the recent development of micro apartments and tiny houses. These are smaller than normal living spaces, which in the case of micro apartments often means less than 300 sq ft. They have emerged as an option for environmentally conscious young professionals and students to live in parts of town where they would otherwise be unable to economically sustain themselves. The rent is just too damn high. A lot of people hate the idea of these micro flats.”How could anyone live like that?” some people wonder. “These new buildings are ruining property values!” real estate agents complain. If you have a family of 2 or require a lot of space for your hair dryer, I’m sure you’ve already concluded these little apartments are not for you. Not everyone needs or wants a lot of room though. Here are a few reasons why some of us(at least for a while) wouldn’t mind calling a micro apartment our home:

1. They’re Affordable
This is perhaps the most obvious selling point. In many thriving metropolitan cities, cost of living has long ago outpaced real wages. Places in the heart of San Francisco, Seattle and Portland are expensive and almost impossible to afford for many of the young single professionals work in the city. This tends to require people to make long commutes from far off suburbs or have to hunker down like turtles at the mercy of slumlords in nearby ghettos. That or they end up packed like sardines into an decent but “communal” apartment with bunch of random roommates of various quality and shadiness. Micro apartments allow you to sacrifice space for affordability, privacy and the chance to live in a small compartment in the best part of town.

2. Good for the Environment
No big surprise here. Micro apartment buildings are designed specifically to be energy efficient in all areas. From low-flow shower heads to compact fluorescent light bulbs, these were built for green living. The small area also requires less energy to heat, cool or light. There is so little to do in one of these apartments that unless you turn your room into a bitcoin mining outpost, it’s difficult to see how you could ever run up much of a utility bill. Also, the fact that you can live right where the action is(and likely close to work) means you’ll be using less gas and may not even need to drive an automobile at all.

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3. Minimalist Lifestyle
One might think of the idea of being cramped in a tiny apartment as being a stressful thought in and of itself. Instead of falling victim to an anxiety induced cheek bite, chew on this for a second. when I look around at all the junk I’ve accumulated over the years cluttered about, it stressed me out. Life is one’s head is complicated and heavy enough without having a ton of crap in the physical world to weigh you down(and yes I realize that thoughts themselves are technically a physical manifestation, but you know what I mean.) I have fantasies about chucking all my material possessions and going back to basics. At one time I lived for 2 years in a small studio apartment armed with nothing but a $20 cot from Target to sleep on and a Super Nintendo for recreational activity. Those were simple yet carefree times. Micro apartments allow for this kind of minimalist lifestyle. Small spaces can be liberating after all.

4. The Views
Believe it or not, many of these micro apartments come equipped with breathtaking views. The units are often situated in modernist mini high-rise buildings. One of the rare features these units have is large windows. After all, if there’s not room to do anything else your apartment, at least you can gaze outside from the 7th floor and stare at the Cascades all day.

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Dust on the Moon

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If advanced civilization and a continuous expansion of our understanding of the universe are the paramount objectives we strive toward, then a barbarous third world religious populace is not compatible, period. Even the faithful of the first world represent an encumbrance in this regard(and radical traditionalists are not interested is pursuing futurism anyway.) Indeed, any religion which claims authority to create policies related to technology or promote ‘noble savage’ fetishism based on a literal interpretation of scientifically unproven (perhaps even unprovable) supernatural or metaphysical beliefs, is something we need to distance ourselves from… unless we can restrict it’s utility to that of mythological guidance as strictly fictitious metaphor. There is an aesthetic case to be made for “cultural Christianity” or nominalism for neoreactionaries who idealize the medieval frame yet are not true believers. As an escapist who once clocked in nearly 300 hours marveling at the majestic world of Elder Scrolls IV (without ever even bothering with the main quest,) I could certainly see the appeal of such a society. Hell, even that virtual environment in many ways felt superior to what exists in our current reality.

The problem with cultural Christianity though arrives when it intersects with authentic believers. True believers will never accept those who embrace their religion for “values” or utilitarian purposes. Their faith requires them to be disgusted by it and they view it as form of heresy, which is why they recoil at post rationalist attempts at inventing religious concepts like “gnon” as a necessary part of the design of a functional society. Orthodox Christians take it as an insult that one would attempt to adopt their values while denying the divine “truth” of their doctrine. You could not have one without the other, they would claim, and they would find doubly insulting the notion that their values could simply be transplanted into some new metaphysical belief system that a few reactosphere bloggers came up with over the weekend. Not that that sort of thing can’t work on it’s own. Look at the success of Scientology as a religion, the closest thing to a neoreactionary tech comm monarchy that exists today. Have fun getting militant Christian reactionaries to accept your nominalism though in the new nation. As natural busybodies, they are not known for a hands off approach toward non-believers anyway.

To the extent religions, including Christianity (in anything other than their most benign strains) can be compatible with highly advanced technological civilizations at all is a stretch. If you think they are able to, then you and I simply define “advanced” civilization differently. It’s been shown possible with Christianity in the 19th and 20th century, but the pathological altruism and biblical aversion to pursuing certain avenues of technology present a significant hindrance to both civilizational maintenance and technological progress (think where genetic engineering, eugenics, stem cell research and transhumanism would be right now without constant obstruction from religious puritans)

Those who favor Islamification of Europe, or radical christian traditionalism would seem to be content with a sort of “Ape City” from Planet of The Apes as their gold standard, a primitive theocracy which makes use of some modest level of technology. In actuality, the orangutans like Dr. Zaius were pretty wise aristocrats and ape city would probably be preferable to living under actual Islamic law or being governed by pervy bishops, various third world tribal chieftains and the like.

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For those of us who prefer to seek out and supersede the biologically imposed limits of our understanding of the universe as organisms, without restricting ourselves to uncritical faith in currently unproven bronze age supernatural beliefs or leaning on the crutch of an imagined higher power, the future is this way. Let those who are content on the prairie, live as happy families in their familiar traditional communities. We will strive to build lunar cities, our ashes will become moon dust, a lifeless and indifferent soil to be kicked up by the boots of subsequent pioneering dreamers, marching toward their next destination.