My co-conspirator, Lucy, will no longer be working on anything related to my blog – whether it’s the podcast or the upcoming Right of the Dial website – because she feels the project “crossed the line” last night. I wasn’t even aware that there was a line to be crossed, but apparently there was, and last night we crossed it. By “we”, I of course mean me and Matt Forney, shitlord extraordinaire, author of several fine books, including Confessions of an Online Hustler, and modern day, on the grounds, Hunter S. Thompason-esque, political journalist. We recorded a podcast where I interviewed Forney, and we discussed a bunch of different issues. What was it exactly that crossed the line? I think the words “Jim Crow” and “apartheid” were mentioned, and, in the context of what we were talking about, we didn’t overtly condemn them as the most evil, vile, racist, horrible things that Satan hath brought upon the Earth. Hence, my project is now “too sketch.”
But, let’s back up and ask, “why is telling the truth ‘too sketch'”? What truth do we speak exactly? I know what you’re thinking, “please don’t try to rationalize how Jim Crow laws, apartheid or racial segregation are actually good things! Please, please, please don’t go there!” Well, we didn’t “go there”, if that’s what you’re wondering. But the concern that we might have gone there addresses what the notion of the “red pill” is all about.
I personally don’t go around saying I’m a “red pill man” because I try not to use lingo from science fiction films to label a philosophy, but The Matrix metaphor does make sense. The notion of the “red pill” is to simply say out loud the types of things most people instinctively know to be true, but are too subdued by cowardice, political correctness or, in some perhaps necessary cases, politeness, to actually say. Take for instance a former friend of mine named Jess. She is completely unattractive on any measurable metric, other than that she’s a woman; I mean she has to be since she squeezed out two children. She would always complain that skinny (i.e. good looking) punk rock guys would “date” her for a day and then never speak to her again. It’s never occurred to her for a second that maybe looking like a blob atop two chicken legs and having no ass is quite literally the grossest body type a woman can have.
People reading this blog know for damn sure that biology, not society, determines attractiveness and beauty. Okay, sure, someone might be “cool” enough to raise her attractiveness if she’s already somewhat attractive, and I tend to like girls with some heft if it’s in the thigh/ass area. Technically “overweight” can work if she done got a big, fat ass and them big titties. This would be described as the “pair shape” or curvy, and many have said I have the taste of a black man. Biologically men are attracted to high waist to hip and chest to hip ratio; this is pretty much accepted as a fact, which is why guys go gaga for tits and ass. They’re signs of being ripe for reproduction. Unfortunately, Jess thinks there are other reasons why she can’t keep a man. The fact that her sheer lack of attractiveness is the only reason she can’t keep a man is a “red pill truth.” When I was friends with her, I came up with other reasons such as, “I dunno, men are weird”, but that was me trying to make her feel better about her stature in life.
So, how does that have anything to do with “Jim Crow” and the things that former co-conspirator Lucy, who thought it would be fun to participate in the podcast until she realized things take work and the truth is ugly, have anything to do with women not realizing guys don’t like them if they’re too fat?
If “red pill truths” are things that people essentially know to be true, but are afraid to say, then why can’t the same principles be applied to race?
As far as I’m concerned, the left is too obsessed with race, while the right doesn’t talk about it nearly enough. This has essentially led to the melt-down of the conservative media, perpetrated by the rise of the Alternative Right, or, as David Cole put it, “There is something grotesquely ludicrous about the fact that people who venerate Pam Geller and Debbie Schlussel can turn around and call Jared Taylor a madman.” There is no conspiracy here; some things are just too difficult to talk about. The more un-PC a person goes, the less he or she is concerned with telling the truth regardless of who it might piss off. As Feral House publisher and writer Adam Parfrey put it in this interview with faggy, PC, music critic Mark Prindle, “I find the Balkanization of the races here fascinating, but it truly is, at a wide-angle view, a very curious thing that no one can look at with honesty without being termed a racist or a neo-Nazi.” Lucy just isn’t there… yet.
I showed her this video from Black Pigeon Speaks.
I could see by her reaction that something was painfully wrong. She just couldn’t accept that blacks, who only make up 12.6% of the population, commit over 50% of homicides. Or that black ghettos are the most violent ghettos the world over. Or, rather, if that is the case, there must be some cause for this. I asked Lucy if the video hit her like a truth bomb. Her response: “it makes good points but, like, I, uh, just don’t agree with all of it.” “What don’t you agree?” “It just seems… I dunno… like, I don’t think black people are that violent. I mean, I’m friends with black people.”
No shit, as if I’m not. What do I think of black people as a whole? They’re fine. I have never had a personal issue with any black people. I have black friends. I listen to Jimi Hendrix, Miles Davis, Thin Lizzy, Suicidal Tendencies, Bad Brains, Chuck Berry, Little Richard, Bo Diddley, B.B. King, Living Color, Funkadelic, and hell, today I’ve been mourning the loss of one, Bernie Worell, legendary keyboardist for Funkadelic, Parliament, Talking Heads, Ginger Baker and a whole heck of a lot of other musicians. I read the works of libertarian economist Thomas Sowell and watch the films of Spike Lee (the ones that don’t suck, at least). So, is this me saying, “I’m not racist; I have black friends”? No, I don’t care about being called a “racist.”
“Racist”, at this point, is an abstract concept. What makes someone a racist? The fact that I don’t like going into dangerous areas of Detroit, which are full of crime, where I’ve had my car stolen twice? The fact that I care more about a nine-year old girl, who was gunned down in a drive-by shooting, than I do about some overweight thug, who tried to steal a gun from a police officer and was killed in the process?
Conservative commentator Bill Whittle uses the “un-racist” approach. He’s a classic, tea party conservative. It’s ironic that the mainstream, leftist media calls tea partiers racist, since Whittle makes every effort possible to avoid discussions of race; he’s absolutely no Jared Taylor. In his mind, a person like Michael Brown is just a thug who tried to steal an officer’s gun. The 75% illegitimacy rate and over-representation in violent crime in the black community are just “problems within the black community.” They most certainly are, but that’s about as far as he goes.
Lucy will also only go so far. She has no problem criticizing the GOP’s unconditional love for Israel. She has no problem admitting that, when given the right to vote in 1920, women moved the government to the left. She has no problem admitting that the Holocaust might not have claimed the lives of 6,000,000 Jews, but maybe only 4,000,000 or 2,000,000, let alone doing the hilarious le merchant Jewish thingy with her hands. She has no problem laughing at sensitive Jews who complained about Spike Lee when he said Jews run Hollywood. But somewhere in all of that, talks about black civilization crumbling in Africa after Europe left “their baby” or how black ghettos the world over are the most crime filled, even in the countries with no history of slavery or how blacks tend to score lower on IQ tests than whites and Asians are “too sketch.”
Or maybe it was mine and Forney’s discussion of Jim Crow; I honestly don’t remember what we specifically said about it, but the fact is people – black and white – do a fine job segregating themselves without the help of the law. After the 60s riots, whites simply left the cities because, ya know, they didn’t want their businesses destroyed. Were they running from crime in the inner city or were they running from blacks? Are they Bill Whittle, or are they Jared Taylor? Read Taylor’s excellent tome, Paved with Good Intentions, about how problems within the black community can no longer be blamed on white racism. I promise you won’t start wearing white sheets and burning crosses.
Does it really matter what the reason for any of this? I’m just trying to tell the truth. Only the most ridiculously, pure, 1488, Hitler worshipers – who have more in common with the left and SJWs anyway – care that much about racial purity, where they want to live in whites only societies. Otherwise, the average, white or Asian suburban Joe Schmoe doesn’t care if middle class blacks live in their area. Hell, Jared Taylor even invited a black woman to the American Renaissance conference and also praises the work of Thomas Sowell. With the elimination of affirmative action quotas and media attention to white cop/black teen isolated incidents, and with allowing people to succeed on their own merits, rather than shoving “racism” down everyone’s throats every five seconds, like the media does, and trying to forge policies to enforce “equality”, things will work themselves out.