Category: Savitri Devi

Crowley Channels Baron Afrowop

In all cases, emphasis added.

Evola doesn’t discount the existence of biological race, and affirms that “fundamental [biological] differences” exist between all peoples, but correctly states that premising an ideology or a revolutionary movement upon “scientific” rather than “spiritual” racialism is patently absurd, given that it embraces the most degenerative aspects of modernity: egalitarianism and materialism, the two trends which are the enemy of all traditional civilizations. Evola’s racialism was “spiritual” in orientation, being radically inegalitarian and elitist in nature, following the metaphysical type of thinking articulated in his other writings.

I’m always highly amused when Nordicist Type I fetishists like Crowley swoon over the phenotypically non-gracile greasy Afrowop Julius Evola.  It’s hilarious.  What’s not hilarious is that these types are so outrageously hypocritical.  You see, Evola’s “spiritual racialism” is good because it is “radically inegalitarian and elitist” in nature.  I see.  Well, you know, the “materialist” ideology that everyone in Europe to the south of Vienna (or Munich or Paris) and to the east of Berlin are inferior subhumans is also “radically inegalitarian and elitist” so I don’t understand what the problem is for the Crowley types.  It’s like on Mondays they fervently support highly materialistic and elitist notions of intra-European differences and then on Tuesdays they invoke Evola’s rambling nonsense of an alternative form of “radically inegalitarian and elitist” pseudo-racialism that conflicts with their previously promoted paradigms.  What’s even funnier – and something I’ve written about here before – is that Evola’s “spiritual racialism” was obviously a reaction to Guntherite Nordicism. Gunther promoted the view – still dominant in Der Movement today – that only Nordics have any worth, only they are honorable and superior, and then some guy likes Evola looks in the mirror and thinks, “Hey, I’m all honorable and superior, but I’m not Nordic.” Now, the simplest thing to do would have been just to say that honorable behavior and superior behavior is not a birthright, but something that has to be earned during one’s lifetime AND that all of that has nothing to do with racialism.  But, no, being an esoteric traditionalist, with muddled “thinking,” Evola had to combine the first premise – superiority has to be earned – with the second premise of the validity of racialism.  Thus, we get “spiritual race” that allows Evola to look in the mirror and assert “I’m a spiritual Nordic.”  Nonsense.  And how is biological race necessarily egalitarian?  Just because people belong to the same ethny does not imply that they are in any way equal in ability. And the traditionalist allergy to “materialism” needs to be confronted head-on.  You traditionalists keep on rambling about “Yogi Bear” and “The Men Who Can’t Tell Time” while all dem dere “materialists” will be firing nuclear-tipped ICBM’s in your direction.  Who knows?  Maybe the spirit of Savitri Devi will descend from Hyperborea and intercept the missiles.  Anything’s possible, right?  Let’s not be too “materialistic” about the possibilities now, shall we?

Sallis actually agrees with Roissy on something.

Roissy:

You don’t have to “make” girls into materialistic, exploitative, amoral whores. It’s the natural state of femaleness. All you have to do is remove social constraints on female sexuality and let nature take its course.

Quite right…and although the White Knighters will have fainting fits over this – all the while rambling about “Joan of Arc” – it doesn’t alter the underlying reality one bit.

A legitimate criticism of Roissyite hypocrisy:

2) CH, you seem to have split personality when it comes to easy sex.

On one hand, you advocate it, and provide lots of – useful – advice on how to get it.

On the other hand, you come down heavily on women with multiple partners.

Now, if you stick to heterosexual relationships (which you do), and given that there are about the same number of men as women, the average notch count must be about the same for both sexes (but the distribution curves could be quite different).

Yet another humiliation for The Grand Loser.  The ultimate omega male.

If someone had told me three years ago this would happen today I really wouldn’t have been surprised, although I’m sure Richie and the rest of the Alt Right would have been.  Long time readers of this blog very well know I identified Trump as a fraud and a buffoon as far back as 2015.

The Usual Movement Madness

It’s…Der Movement!  In all cases, emphasis added.

About Roissy’s commentators:

1. It is amusing, but not surprising (after all, consider Fraser combining extreme Anglocentrism with Christianity) that some of the more snide Nordicist commentators at Roissy’s pussy pedestalization site are also the most ardent Christians, Christian apologists, and die-hard defenders of Christianity.  Interesting how they square their racial views with a Universalist “love everyone” religion of Jewish origin that, literally, worships a Jew.

2. Also amusing that these ardent Christians show up as commentators at a site dedicated to nihilistic sexual hedonism, a site always obsessing over “poosy,” that strategizes on how to seduce STD-infected mudsharking bar sluts, and that is presided over by a vulgar idiot.

3. Despite following a Universalist religion, these types oppose race-mixing, and (justifiably) criticize an anti-Christian commentator for his predilection for having sex with Negresses.  At the same time, they ignore Roissy’s own race-mixing behavior, his bragging about his Negress (“gravity-defying asses”) and Asian (“inserting fingers into male rear ends”) girlfriends, and his assertion that race-mixing improves a man’s SMV.  Hypocritical much?

The patron saint of Counter-Currents.

She also sought to found a religion, Esoteric Hitlerism, fusing National Socialism with the Traditionalism of René Guénon and Julius Evola. 

Certainly, that’s a meme that will resonate with all the “normies.”  Esoteric Hitlerism – part of a “big tent” strategy!

She was born Maximine Portaz born in Lyons, France on September 30, 1905. Her mother, Julia Nash was English, descending from Viking stock. 

Good, good, good!

Her father, Maxim Portaz, was three fourths Italian from Savoy, one fourth Greek. 

Bad, bad, bad!  More Negro than Lawrence Dennis!

Because of her mixed-European heritage, she identified herself simply as “European.” She also described herself as a “nationalist of all nations.”

Insufficiently ethnonationalist!  Blasphemy!  The Woman Who Can’t Tell Time!

Then there’s this.

Well, she did not have much sleep, but she was up and down all the time trying to pee, as she said; you know it always took her ages.

An enlarged prostate?  

What really bothered me was the bit I did read of the letter from Matt Koehl (of whom I never beard before in my life)…

Matt Koehl was someone’s beard?  The plot thickens!

We went to Philae, Edfu, Kom Ombo, Karnak, the temple of Hatshepsut, Esna (where I did not go as I wanted a rest and an afternoon on the ship’s sundeck, looking at the lovely Nile in peace) and of course to the Valley of the Kings…Never did I expect to meet Tutankhamen at seven-thirty in the morning. 

And he looked exactly like Dolph Lundgren!

I often wonder what became of Savitri’s other friend Peter Greenslade who we nicknamed Nimrod as he always said he was “interested in Nimrod” and it was difficult to tell just why. He was the one who told me he would like to have an electric fire made with the element in the shape of a swastika, so that he could sit in the dark with it and put himself into trance!

Now, that’s what we call a Type I activist!

Great news, re: Twitter.  Not sure why the System is attacking its own running dogs (the HBDers), but if they want to shoot themselves in the foot in this manner, let them.  I don’t believe that there should be censorship in a “democracy,” so, no, I’m not supporting the censorship aspect, I’m instead mocking the System for turning against one of its own. The Autophagic Establishment.

How is it possible for Italy to deport a Tunisian?  Two problems.  First, aren’t Italy and Tunisia the same country?  All North Africa!  Second, didn’t the great and good Desmond Jones tell us that Italy is 100% ethnically homogeneous, until the end of time, forever and ever, amen?  What’s a Tunisian doing in Italy, then? The second problem is solved by the first: there are no non-Italians in Italy, since North Africans, sub-Saharan Africans, Middle Easterners, etc. are all racially and ethnically identical to Italians.  Tunisia is Italy and Italy is Tunisia.  QED. But then Jones still has the problem of Chinatowns in Italy, those being racially identical to David Bromstad and Bjork.  Problems, problems, Der Movement’s problems never end.

Der Movement answers this questiona Negro.

Please compare:

Case one.

Case Two.

Female Privilege marches on.  Where are all the White Knighters now?

Absolutely Stupid "Movement" Crap

Dogmatic memes continue, independent of reality.


Animal cruelty?  Read the descriptions of whaling in Moby Dick (*), Melville having had personal experience in that endeavor. Consider this and also this.  And this.  And, also this.

Der Movement, Der Movement, Der Movement marches on.
*Excerpt of interest, which no doubt reflects some of Melville’s real-life experiences: 

. . . It was a terrific, most pitiable, and maddening sight. The whale was now going head out, and sending his spout before him in a continual tormented jet; while his one poor fin beat his side in an agony of fright. Now to this hand, now to that, he yawed in his faltering flight, and still at every billow that he broke, he spasmodically sank in the sea, or sideways rolled towards the sky his one beating fin. So have I seen a bird with clipped wing, making affrighted broken circle in the air, vainly striving to escape the piratical hawks. . . . 

His motions plainly denoted his extreme exhaustion. . . . 

As the boats now more closely surrounded him, the whole upper part of his form, with much of it that is ordinarily submerged, was plainly revealed. His eyes, or rather the places where his eyes had been, were beheld. As strange misgrown masses gather in the knot-holes of the noblest oaks when prostrate, so from the points which the whale’s eyes had once occupied, now protruded blind bulbs, horribly pitiable to see. But pity there was none. For all his old age, and his one arm, and his blind eyes, he must die the death and be murdered, in order to light the gay bridals and other merry-makings of men, and also to illuminate the solemn churches that preach unconditional inoffensiveness by all to all. Still rolling in his blood, at last he partially disclosed a strangely discolored bunch or protuberance, the size of a bushel, low down on the flank. 

“A nice spot,” cried Flask; “just let me prick him there once.” 

“Avast!” cried Starbuck, “there’s no need of that!” 

But humane Starbuck was too late. At the instant of the dart an ulcerous jet shot from this cruel wound, and goaded by it into more than sufferable anguish, the whale now spouting thick blood, with swift fury blindly darted at the craft, bespattering them and their glorying crews all over with showers of gore, capsizing Flask’s boat and marring the bows. It was his death stroke. For, by this time, so spent was he by loss of blood, that he helplessly rolled away from the wreck he had made; lay panting on his side, impotently flapped with his stumped fin, then over and over slowly revolved like a waning world; turned up the white secrets of his belly; lay like a log, and died. It was most piteous, that last expiring spout. As when by unseen hands the water is gradually drawn off from some mighty fountain, and with half-stifled melancholy gurglings the spray-column lowers and lowers to the ground- so the last long dying spout of the whale.’