I remember talking to a girl during my university years, and it’s one of those conversations that you don’t forget, not because of the words, but because of a look, and what remained unsaid. I was talking, not listening, about moving away from my old passion of hard, aggressive, masculine metal music, and settling into a new listening routine of Belle & Sebastian, and similar bands of whimsy, cucked out faggotry. She looked at me, and instead of being impressed with my ‘sensitivity’ as I had intended, she kind of sighed, and gave me a look of pure, ‘Well I’m never having sex with you then,’ revulsion/pity.
I was shocked. I thought that girls at university were supposed to be into intellectual, Woody Allen ‘intellectual’ types, and her reaction confused the fuck out of me. Today I understand fully what was going on. I was renouncing my own masculinity, and making a virtue of it. What a cuck I was. A regressively retarded, girl repellent turn-off, fool. That same girl arranged to meet me (with her gay mate) at the end of the college term, to ‘say goodbye and good luck for the future.’ One day before the meeting the gay guy sent me a text, saying that they couldn’t show up. I never saw, or heard from either of them ever again. I don’t blame her for not showing up, fuck, why would she?
What does that horribly self-tortuous story have to do with ‘Angry Goy’ by ‘CyberN4zi? Not a lot, you might think, but you’d be mistaken, because my story is a metaphor for life, and the pathways that you choose to take. Take the wrong path, and you might think that you’ve fucked your life, but that’s not the case. Pathways have intersections, and you can always get off, decide to take a detour, or better still, make your own path to someplace you’d never even thought about before.
My pathway at university was a pathway narrative that I told myself was leading towards ‘progression’ and bettering myself. It was supposed to be easy. The destination would naturally enfold, and the pathway would widen, expanding horizons around me as I progressed into the future. All I had to do was follow the left-wing liberal pathway to enlightenment, and everything would get better for me. To take this pathway I had to jettison all of the baggage that I had carried with me through my previous twenty-six years of life. Yeah, I lived a bit before university, but not enough to help me navigate through the dangerous waters that I was about to dive into. I worked in factories, warehouses, shops, but I read too many shitty liberal books, and my mind was already primed to fuck me over.
Metal music had to go, because it was too assertive, aggressive, masculine, not ‘sensitive’ enough, so off it went, replaced by the whiny music of defeated man-boys, gay as fuck, but progressive, the way forward, the way of the future, my future. I listened to ‘college’ bands now, anything to prove that I wasn’t the boorish manly man who used to work in a car-factory.
If you want to know where this new, kinder, softer taste in music led me, read the end of the first paragraph again, then read some of the frustrated ‘reviews’ that litter this blog. After university, with a useless liberal arts degree, having feminised myself almost into the point of suicidal despair, I was (when it comes to interpersonal relationships, and future career possibilities) complete and utter fucked, up a shitty creak, with no paddle, and a big fucking hole in my (one-man) boat.
‘Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck,’ I thought to myself. I’d been taken down a ‘progressive’ path that led to no fucking life, no fucking female interest, and no fucking career opportunities. After wailing around in ‘please kill me now’ despair for a bit, I regrouped, and decided to write down my thoughts, and tell the world of the fucking disastrous mess that I’d made of my life. My blog is a warning, and here’s the condensed version of it:
HEY KIDS. LOOK AT ME. BE A MAN. BE A GIRL. GET TOGETHER. HAVE KIDS. BUILD A LIFE AND BE HAPPY. STAY AWAY FROM MAINSTREAM ACADEMIA, POLITICS, NEWS, TELEVISION, CINEMA, MUSIC, LITERATURE AND THE GODAWFUL LIBTARD COMIC BOOKS. LEARN FROM MY LIFE. LOOK AT EVERYTHING THAT I HAVE DONE. DO THE EXACT FUCKING OPPOSITE, AND YOU’LL HAVE A HAPPY FUCKING LIFE.
^^^That’s my entire blog encapsulated, ranting about everything that I despise, which is of course everything that I used to consume, every poisonous bit of shit which made me take a near disastrous pathway in life towards progressive/regressive oblivion. I’m a strong guy, and I got off the pathway, eventually, but man, it fucked me up for a long, long time.
Nowadays I write short stories (‘Red Pill Tales from the Alt-Right’ by ‘Mark Anthony Pritchard’ is available on Amazon) and my blog is updated only rarely. But on this Saturday morning, sweating buckets after getting back from the gym, I’m coming back, because I have some good news for you all. You must already know that our culture is toxic fucking poison, so when I find something that is the diametric, polar opposite, I’ve got to say something about it. Big holes of truth are appearing all over the black cloud of mainstream liberal consensus, and they are getting larger by the day.
I’ve told you my old story, and here’s the new one. The old pathways that led me astray, pathways I diverted from many years ago, have led me to a new path, and that can loosely by termed ‘Alt-Right.’ This pathway has a very obvious final destination, and that destination is, fuck it, I’m going to say it, the ethno-state.
Yeah, I’m finally getting somewhere, no more walking, it’s time to run, and to come home. All of my old liberal white male guilt is fucking waste to me now. Fuck that shit. I’m all about the future now, and to get to that future we have to look at a time before this modern ‘progressive’ age of black cloud toxic shit that still engulfs us all.
The time has come time for white people to reclaim their tribal identity, a proud ethnic identity that has been taken from us by our toxic, nihilistic, empty culture of endless shame and cuckoldry. A big part of reclaiming our pride is to listen to music that genuinely uplifts, rather than depresses. ‘Angry Goy’ does exactly that. Despite the title, it is not an angry album. It’s an album of uplifting music, with just one brief interlude into sadness at the brutality of the past (Echoes from Dresden), it’s an album of joyful music that will make you feel good to be alive, and feel positive about the future. It’s an album that must be listened to as a whole, but standout track ‘Kek Commando’ with it’s ribbiting frog hilarity, gets a special mention. It’s an album of resistance against mainstream despair, an album of sun, in a world of darkness.
This is not the music of the aggressive young man that I used to be. It’s not the music of aimless violence and rage. It’s music of resistance, but that resistance has matured, grown solid, emboldened not by youthful aggression, but with the intellectual, moral understanding that truth is on our side, that what we are doing is good, honest and true.
I hear Atari. I hear Commodore 64, and old pro-wrestling shows with ripped-off themes based on Star Wars, when Star Wars was new, and masculine, and good. I hear happy plinks and plonks of electronic joy, and rousing sci-fi tunes of a ‘futuristic’ movie set in the 1980’s, before identity politics and enforced diversity turned the cinema experience into a libtard joke for the dumbest of the dumb.
‘Angry Goy’ makes me smile, makes me feel happy, and it’s available now for all of you ‘Goys’ to consume and enjoy. Pay as many shekels as you think it’s worth, but download it, listen, and experience life as I did this morning.
Get up early, put on some headphones, talk a walk down an alt-right path, enjoy the crisp fresh morning air of optimism, feel good to be alive, and know that there is a future for OUR PEOPLE, that the angry goys are rising, and things are finally beginning to change.
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