I recently saw some zoomer plebs shocked by scenes from 1990s films showing that high school kids went to parties on the weekends and hung out with each other, having fun times. Apparently, zoomers and younger (zoomers are all like almost 30 now actually, the generation younger than them I think is called Gen Q), just stay in their houses and masturbate.

Well, I lived in the 1990s, and I can tell you the parties were real and we had fun times all the time.

I have here collected some photos from my personal collection and from some old friends from the 1990s to share here for the sake of the nostalgia of my millennials and so the younger folks can learn about just how good we had it.

Not only did we have parties, we had fun creatures. It was when the Zionists did 9/11 that everything went bad. Under the Patriot Act, the Zionist Occupation Government banned all of our furry friends except dogs and cats. Yes, these photos are real. We partied and we had creatures for pets, many of whom could talk and love us all. They had social security numbers and everything, but the ATF shot them all, claiming they were a threat to Israel’s security.

Although the cops are still trying to kill everyone’s dogs, people believe that many dogs survived the pet holocaust that killed all these other species of pet because dogs are small and nimble and could dodge the bullets of cops, who have an average IQ of 76 and cannot shoot accurately. During most raids, cops kill more of each other than they do pets.

We used to go to music concerts as well. I saw many music bands in the 1990s, especially at the Warped Tour. After 9/11, Zionists banned the Warped Tour and had all pop punk musicians killed with exploding toothpaste and poisonous snakes.

We won’t ever bring back pop punk bands or those other kinds of pets we used to have. They were all murdered. However, maybe someday we will bring back fun times.

Who can say?

There is a narrative that goes: “things were not actually better when you were younger, it was just better because you were young.”

This is a ridiculous narrative.

Firstly, my life was not better when I was young. It’s much better now. So that does not work on me.

“Things” in a general sense, however, were much better when I was younger.

You did not have child trannies when I was a boy. There were many fewer immigrants. You did not have mass internet censorship. You didn’t have cellphone addiction. People were not nearly as fat. The food was better. Buildings were nicer. Films were not all comic book CGI trash. And you could go on forever. These are objective measures. Things were simply better, generally. It’s a factual matter.

I remember when it was illegal to be gay. I remember the movement to legalize it, which was a big boomer cause, because they said “it’s none of the government’s business what people do in their own bedrooms.” That is the way boomers think: everything is some kind of mantra, really a slogan. “A woman has a right to choose,” “I just think they should come here legally,” “we fight there over there so we don’t have to fight them over here.” Everything is an advertisement. Their political, cultural, and religious beliefs are the result of  mass-marketing campaigns.

When I was born, it was illegal to be gay, and now at middle age, we are looking at a situation where it will soon be illegal to be normal. There are in fact many ways in which heterosexual male sexuality has already been outlawed, as a result of feminist and homosexual marketing campaigns which the boomers could not resist.

It’s not just millennials that had it better when they were young. The boomers had it better than their millennial children. At the time, the Silent Generation parents of the boomers were talking about how things were better when they were young, before all of the sex and drugs.

But I think that’s as far back as it goes. Before that, in the early 1900s, people expected that their children would have a better life than they did.

Things are not necessarily destined to keep getting worse and worse until the entire universe is just sadistic homosexual child mutilation festival. Things could get better, just like they got worse. There is no reason to lose hope.

The elections are fake and everything is gay and retarded, but nothing lasts forever.

Just hang in there, friends.

We’re going to make it through this.

Chin up.

I saw some meme, probably from 4chan, that said that if Kurt Cobain was still alive, he’d have pronouns in his bio and be tweeting about supporting the Ukraine and wearing virus masks.

I wholly reject this analysis.

I reject it with my entire eternal human soul.

I assert that if Kurt was still alive – i.e., if he had not been murdered by Courtney Love (who, by the way, is Jewish), he would be pushing right-wing talking points and would be banned by that cocksucker Elon Musk.

This is pre-incel music. It is right-wing music.

You can’t shoot yourself with a shotgun. This theory that he used his toes is stupid and ridiculous.

If you are American, go see a Remington Model 11, and ask yourself how you could aim that thing at your brain and pull the trigger. It is not possible.

Courtney was the one who claimed he had locked itself in a room with the gun. He probably was on drugs. I mean, he was definitely on drugs. He was a serious drug user. He was passed out and Courtney came in and shot him. That is what happened.

And if he had lived, he would be defending the people. He was a man of the people. He had substances abuse problems, like we all do. (Maybe you don’t, and if so, congrats, but most of us have substance abuse problems.)

He would have figured that shit out, as people do, and he would have become a hero of the people. He would not have become a leftist. That is retarded. He was not a leftist. He was an artist, who defended the people, and made music for the people.

Courtney Love was Jewish. They say she was part Jewish, but look at her face.

She made a lot of money when Kurt died.

I will defend Kurt, always. These people saying he’s a leftist are Jewish, like that bitch that killed him.

RIP Kurt.

He DID NOT commit suicide, he was murdered by a Jew woman, and he will get to sing with the angels on Judgement Day. He will have served his time in purgatory by then.

Here at Stormer Daily, we will always respect Nirvana, unlike many faggots who deserve to die.

I have no respect for these faggots.

I will never forget Heart-Shaped Box, when I was 11, right before he died.

This is what women do: they try to trap you inside of a heart-shaped box.

Kurt would defend incels, if he had not been murdered by the Jews.

Even if the Holocaust happened – and it definitely did not – the death of Kurt Cobain would be six trillion times more important than a bunch of kike pornographers and banking swindlers getting gassed in fake shower rooms.

Finally, we have to include the greatest pop song of the 1990s.

Kurt, my dearest, I will salute you when I see you singing with the angels on Judgement Day.

Justice is coming.

I’m not a supporter of sentimentality, as a general rule. I consider sentimentality a weakness. It is certainly in opposition to realism, which I’ve built as the core of my personal identity – and for that matter my professional identity (the dichotomy between personal and professional identity – the places where the two overlap and the places where they should not – is an important topic for another time). Sentimentalism is a fundamentally feminine trait.

Nostalgia can probably exist without sentimentalism, in theory, though this is some kind of emotional gymnastics. In general, we should be dealing with the present, and how we can use the present to shape the future. That is certainly something that should be true in personal and professional life equally. The past is relevant only insofar as you can learn from it, and nostalgia can, in theory, be a method for reflecting on the ways that the present is different from the past, and where things went wrong.

This having been said, after hearing a parody of a 1990s Blink 182 song on The Ralph Show, it was probably primarily sentimental nostalgia, rather than a desire to learn, that led me to download and listen to 1997’s “Dude Ranch.” Blink 182, along with, most prominently, Green Day, was a band that took certain elements of 1980s punk music – highly melodic, primitive three chord high-energy music – and combined it with high-production pop music techniques, and removed the edginess, to make it palatable to a mainstream audience. This sort of music became popular among the youth after Nirvana frontman Kurt Cobain killed himself, and the culture needed a picking up.

For the record, Nirvana was a much more interesting and talented band than Blink 182. But it’s telling that the drummer from Nirvana, Dave Groul, used his position as having been a member of that number one selling drug-depression band to pivot into the pop punk scene, forming the Foo Fighters.

I was 13 when Dude Ranch was released, and it had an effect on me. Regrettably. It was fun and high energy, but going back and listening to it today, it is clear that this was just more pussy-worship music, which is something I am highly opposed to. It was also the diametric opposite of “challenging,” which is something I think influential music should always be (at least mostly always).

The “182” in the name comes from the number of times Al Pacino says “fuck” in Scarface. Which is arguably the most interesting thing about the band. It had two singer songwriters, which was rare at the time. Mark Hoppus and Tom DeLonge were both in their mid to late twenties when the album was recorded, and yet all of the songs were about high school sex drama. Clearly, the target audience was high schoolers, but I believe they were both marijuana smokers. If you start smoking marijuana habitually, your emotional development stops, which is why you might someday run across a 65-year-old boomer hippie who has the emotional and psychological state of a 15-year-old. So I think the duo were pretty qualified to write about high school sex drama.

They would have been in high school in the mid-80s, and I don’t think it was much different than in the mid-90s. What I am interested in here is how much different it is now, compared to then.

The core track of the album is called “Dammit,” and it may be worth suffering through  to get an idea of what we’re discussing here. (Alternatively, you can check the lyrics.)

(Note: this was before the somehow still-famous drummer Travis Barker joined the band. Drums are such a big part of this kind of music, given that the guitar and bass are always so juvenile, that I do think he, as a better than average drummer, improved the quality – or at least the complexity – of the music. Yet due to the time of the release, Dude Ranch was the most influential album on me. By the time Barker joined, I can say with pride and dignity, I was getting into slightly more challenging indie rock, industrial music, and boomer rock and folk. I got really into Modest Mouse.)

The Sexual Situation of 1990s High Schools

In the 1990s, high schoolers were definitely sexually active, even in the midwestern all-white upper-middle class suburb I grew up in. But things were much different than they are now, due primarily to the technological situation.

Smartphones did not exist, most people did not even have “dumbphones,” and the internet was mostly just available on computers at school. This was the age of the CD-ROM mass mailing program of America Online (which inexplicably used the acronym “AOL”), where you got 40 free hours of internet browsing through your telephone line, and would then have to pay by the minute.

What the smartphone did was give women the ability to get unlimited attention from unlimited numbers of men. More importantly, it allowed women the sexual freedom of “hooking-up” with guys who were outside of their friends circle, which meant that they could have unlimited numbers of sex partners in secret.

When I was in high school – the high school age that Blink 182 sang about – women were compelled to have “boyfriends.” There were certain girls who believed that every girl and boy should have a boyfriend or girlfriend, and they would plan to arrange these relationships. It should also be noted that at the time, high schoolers were not fat. Most of us played sports, or were involved in skateboarding or bicycling, and the food was just a lot better. So although there is always an “attractiveness curve,” by the nature of physiology, everyone was more or less “normal.” So it was possible for everyone to be “hooked up” with someone of equal attractiveness. For girls, obviously this we are speaking entirely of physical attractiveness, whereas with boys, being “popular” as a result of sports achievement or being “cool” as a result of fashion and access to drugs, influenced their attractiveness level.

What a woman did not want was to be considered a “slut.” This was very bad. Everyone would mock them, to the point where in the era, there were quite a few suicides by girls who were brutally mocked as overly sexually promiscuous, if they had sex with boys who were not their “boyfriend” or would switch from boyfriend to boyfriend at a rapid rate. Unlike now, everyone knew everyone, and word of sexual dalliances spread quickly. If a girl did not want the label of “slut” and the severe social shaming that went along with it, she could not operate as women currently operate on social media. As far as I’ve been able to observe, and I’m sure there is a lot of older sociological research (now banned) that would back up the assertion that “slut-shaming” is something that both men and women naturally do to promiscuous women, as we instinctively recognize it as a threat to the social order.

Looking back, it’s clear that it was technology that interfered with the mating process at the time. Sex before marriage is a sin, but illicit high school sex was happening in the “pure” age of the 1940s and 1950s as well. As soon as you had sex-integrated schools, a large portion of teenagers were not going to be able to control their raging hormones, and were going to find a way to have sex with each other. The problem in the 1990s was that there were condoms and birth control, as well as abortion. In the 1940s, if a girl got pregnant by her “high school sweetheart,” it meant that there was almost certainly going to be a marriage forced on them by both sets of parents. This isn’t ideal, and as a Christian I do believe that in an ideal world, sex should be within the bounds of marriage. But as a practical reality, a teenage girl getting pregnant and then being forced to marry the father, is not a totally broken social system.

This situation actually did happen to a few people I knew in high school – a girl got pregnant, refused the abortion, and the couple ended up getting married. Of course, they are all divorced now, because divorce is legal in America (because our country is run by Jews who feel threatened by the existence of healthy families).

The target of outrage at the time among conservatives was “teen promiscuity” and the target of liberals was “teen pregnancy.” As I’ve described, “promiscuity” was something of a misnomer, given that it was socially impossible, in a social circle where everyone knew everyone. It was actually “premarital sex” that would have been the complaint, as most teens were limiting their sexual affairs to one person.

In actual reality, neither of these things were very serious problems. Again, an ideal is an ideal, and sex after marriage is an ideal, but in reality, if it were not for birth control, abortion, and the legalization of divorce, upwards of 90% of the people I went to high school with would currently be married to the first (or maybe second) person they had sex with in high school. My generation is pushing 40 now, so that would mean that the current generation of teenagers would be raised by married biological parents.

Instead, you have this:

If you parse out that data, for millennials in the “married” category, of that 44%, about half of the women are married to men who are not the father of their first child. (That data is available, but I can’t find it right now – but you all know it’s true from your own experience. The number I have in my head is that 23% of millennials are married and living with children they produced together – and most of them will be divorced in the next 5 or so years.) For the record, my opinion on men who marry single mothers is that they should be taken out behind the barn and beat to death with a shovel.

This has been a process that began when women were given the right to vote. Women have no conception of society, or that something could be good or bad for society, they have only a concept of what is good for them personally. So if you give them rights, you enter the downward spiral.

(Note: I don’t advise anyone listen to Nine Inch Nails. But it is relevant both in terms of content and the 1990s nostalgia intro.)

Incelism and You

Needless to say, most young men are now incels. They might not want to use that word, but it’s just a fact.

There are various types of incels, but the underlying causes are all of those listed above, to wit:

• Birth control and abortion
• The ability of technology to enable female promiscuity without social shame
• The inability to sustain marriage, due to the legalization of divorce (primarily no-fault divorce, but really just divorce in general)

Most intelligent men have simply given up on attempting to make a relationship work, because it is clearly impossible, due to to progressive stacking of the deck against men being able to successfully couple.

There are different types of giving up. Some men let themselves go and get fat and play video games all day. Some just try to go on with their lives, and live for themselves in as health a way as possible, working and making money, staying healthy, having fun with their bros.

Other men are still chasing women. They are the largest group, probably. They are still harboring romantic dreams that they will find “the one,” or they are at least hoping that they can get a “hook-up” here and there. No one is really doing the former. Marriage simply does not work anymore. The woman has all the power, given that she can end the marriage at any time for no reason and take the money and the kids, which means that the man that keeps his marriage is the one willing to be a slave to a woman.

The likelihood of “hooking up” is increasingly impossible. Not only are women able to choose which men they want to have sex with from a buffet on social media – where they will inevitably choose the top 5% most attractive, but women are actually having less sex. Due to the massively lower levels of testosterone in women, they simply have nothing approaching the male sex drive. What they have instead is a desire for attention. So they can get thousands of “likes” on pictures they post on social media, and feed their dopamine receptors, and they can go on dates from social media, have the man pay for everything, then say “well, I have to go home now.” The man thought he was paying for sex, by buying the food and the drinks, spending maybe hundreds of dollars, but the woman feels she is under no obligation.

(Note: women become horny for about 72 hours per month when they are ovulating. This is when they will do a “hook-up” on an app with a man who is more attractive than them, who would never agree to marry them. Even if the overly attractive man did form a relationship and agree to marry, she would just divorce him in about five years, cash in, and move on to the next mark.)

Whether you want to admit it or not, you are an incel or you are have serious emotional problems. You do not have the option of forming a permanent relationship, no matter how successful or attractive you might be.

If you are not attractive enough to actually convince a woman to marry you, which is most of you, but you do hit the occasional “hookup,” you are still an incel, in the same way that a homeless man who is able to break into a abandoned building and sleep for a few nights before being evicted by the police. You’re still homeless, you just got lucky and got to sleep in a building for a few nights. When you’re kicked out by the police, you’re back on the streets.

Any non-incel decision is an absurd waste of your time and resources, and is deeply personally humiliating. If you get married and have everything taken from you through a grueling process, you’ve played yourself. If you get lucky on an app and get a hook-up, you’ve wasted how much time and emotional resources that could have been spent on making money, learning skills, studying, and doing things that are actually enjoyable, in exchange for a few minutes of sexual release.

If you are one of the few who manage to find a woman and stay married, then you are serving as a slave, without any power at all, waiting for the woman to get a feeling she is “not happy” and it’s time to cash out. This can happen in your 40s or even your 50s. Any married man is simply rolling the dice, every single day, hoping that the woman doesn’t say “we need to talk” and tell you she is “not happy.” Or, as has happened to more than one person I know personally, doesn’t even say anything to you, changes the locks on your house, and has the divorce papers sent to you.

If you are a “live-in boyfriend” – now often goofily referred to as a “fiancé,” then the situation is about the same, though it will cost you less money when she decides she is “not happy.”

Women are not logical. They can not be talked out of things. They make decisions purely based on emotions, and all of their emotions are based on the premise that they are personally the center of the universe and that everything that exists in the universe exists for the purpose of making them feel happy.

That’s just what they are, that’s what they’ve always been. It’s the first story in the Bible. A woman’s desire for excitement is what destroyed paradise.

Where we are now, all of their worst instincts have been unleashed, and they are rewarded for embracing these worst instincts. They do not need you for sustenance anymore. Technological society, and the welfare system, feed, house, and clothe them. Therefore, you are obsolete, unless you are capable of being entertaining or otherwise feeding her ego.

This is the system we live in. We didn’t volunteer for it. But this is where we are, and we cannot change it as individuals.

With every single thing stacked against you, the only logical path for any man is to be an incel.

Don’t Say “Volcel”

I have seen a lot of people on the internet – faggots, in fact – who try to draw a distinction between an “incel” and a “volcel.” That is, a man who is involuntarily celibate vs. a man who is voluntarily celibate.

Firstly, hookers do exist, so no man is technically “involuntarily celibate” in the strictest sense. Every man has the ability to order an escort, even in countries where prostitution is banned. So, the word “incel” actually doesn’t refer to a man who isn’t able to ever have sex under any circumstances, because technically, any man has the ability to order a hooker for sex.

But nothing about the sexual landscape we currently suffer under was “voluntary.”

None of us “volunteered” for a society that allows:

• Birth control pills
• Abortion
• Social media sex hook-ups
• No-fault divorce
• Family court settlement systems

So, if you make a choice not to participate in that, you are an “incel,” even if you could technically do a hook-up or get involved in some horrible slave marriage or “live-in boyfriend” situation.

Women in the Workplace

Just to round this off, the entire “women in the workplace” phenomenon needs to be mentioned, as it often gets the blame for a lot of this. However, women in the workplace is more of a side-effect than a core cause of the problem. If women could not prevent pregnancy through all of these different means, they wouldn’t have the option of joining the workplace.

It’s likely that the social pressure for women to “have a career” is part of why they choose to have abortions. It is unlikely that if you polled most 13-year-old girls before this massive brainwashing campaign that many of them would say they dream of being a bank manager rather than a stay-at-home mother. But the birth control/abortion system enables this.

The system of welfare for single mothers and just women generally also enables this. But really, “women in the workplace” is a form of government welfare, via the affirmative action programs. The only real job that a woman can do and make money comparable to that of a man, without an affirmative action program, is prostitution. And the period in which a prostitute can work and make good money is relatively short.

(She can spend money on plastic surgery to extend her shelf-life, but that’s probably only going to lead to breaking even. One fact of reality is from the age of about 24, a woman begins making a rapid transformation into a beastly monster like something out an cursed swamp.)

It’s all tied together as part of an anti-natal program implemented by the Jews who run our society, setting the social norms first through their control of academia and then through their ability to manipulate public opinion and to influence government policy.

Obviously, women should not be in the workplace. But I would not identify that as a root cause of the current social collapse, but rather a symptom of it.

The Failure of Christian Churches

At the core of the disaster is the failure of Christian Churches – which, not too long ago, had a lot of influence – to push back against this agenda.

If churches in the 1950s and 1960s would have taken a hard line against feminism, none of this would be happening. Churches should have actively pushed not only for a ban on contraception and abortion, but on divorce, and on women being allowed to go to college and enter the workplace.

Imagine that churches were at least at the time teaching that sex before marriage was wrong. Yet they were supportive of women going to college and getting jobs before marriage, which would mean that they would be expected to lose their virginity at what age? 28? 32? This is plainly nonsensical.

It’s far from difficult to make the argument from the Bible that women’s place is in the home, having children. In fact, it is virtually impossible to make any other argument. Yet the churches didn’t do this, save for perhaps the Mormons (who are now backing off of that like every other church).

Saint Paul, who is for all intents and purposes the founder of the religion of Christianity (Jesus was more of the basis of it than the founder, although I don’t want to get into semantics), said explicitly that the only way a woman can be saved is through childbirth.

Not exactly mincing words there.

By refusing to push back against feminism, and in fact largely embracing it, the churches destroyed their own selves, creating generations of godless youth raised by vicious and megalomaniacal women.

“How can God exist if the world is run by women?” is a very good question. The answer is easy – because the people abandoned God and his plan for them. But that is a hard answer for people to come to. Or it was. It seems this answer is becoming less difficult for young people to reason out.

“So You’re Saying We Shouldn’t Marry and Have Kids???”

Every time I write about this topic, this is a gang of simps and morons who come at me claiming that I am arguing against marriage and family. Intelligent people are able to see that I’m arguing the opposite.

I’m the metaphor man. Let’s do this.

Imagine we’re on a plane that crashes on a remote island in the Pacific somewhere. We have binoculars, and we can see that we are in the middle of nowhere. There is nothing but sea around us, in every direction. We have a source of fresh water. We have food. There are fruits and we can fish, there are even some wild pigs we’ve figured out how to trap. Someone says “I’m going to just swim out into the ocean and try to find land.” Having become the de facto leader of the crash survivors, I say “are you insane? You’re just going to drown. You can’t swim for hundreds of miles.” The smug person then replies: “so you’re saying we should just stay on this island forever????”

You get it? 

To extend the metaphor: we might be rescued. There is a good chance of rescue. If we’re not rescued, we will make do. We will survive.

Just so: there is a very good chance that with the rate society is changing, and the high probability of some kind of societal collapse, the current sexual dynamics will change drastically, and we will be able to reestablish workable sexual dynamics in the ashes of a dead empire.

This system can’t last forever. And when it ends, there will still be white people. The white race is not going to go extinct. You sacrificing your entire life to try to chase an impossible dream of a world that no longer exists is not going to save the white race. Your energies would be much better spent following the cliche of “becoming the change you want to see in the world.”

Stand up and fight for your birthright. Don’t go around scrounging for crumbs that fall from the table of your illegitimate masters. In trying to make a family work in this modern society, you are effectively begging the Jews to just let you have one thing you want. The Jews have no incentive to give you that.

They are in power. They are in complete power to the point where they have already legally effectively labeled us all terrorists simply for disagreeing with them. We are in the middle of a civilizational scale crisis.

You don’t have the option to choose the kind of life you want to live, because you are a slave. If you want to choose the kind of life you want to live, your only option is to stop being a slave. Otherwise, your masters decide for you.

Loopholes

Whenever this conversation comes up, someone tries to bring up some kind of loophole. “Oh, I could become Amish” is probably the most extreme (and probably most likely to be successful, I guess, if the Amish let you join them, which I think is impossible). But there’s also “meet a girl at church,” which completely misses the entire point and shows a total lack of understanding of what is happening right now (according to statistics, Christians have a higher divorce rate than non-Christians, though that’s probably due to income gap rather than religiosity).

There are also dumb arguments about how “it’s not really that bad.” Someone will bring up the alleged divorce rate. Firstly, go look at how divorce statistics are measured. They use different methods, but none of them make any sense, because people don’t get married at the same time they get divorced. Furthermore, most people who are currently not yet in the divorce statistics who are under the age of 40 will be in the divorce statistics soon enough. That also doesn’t acknowledge the fact that “common law” marriages (i.e., “live in boyfriend” situations) are extremely common, and virtually always end in “divorce.”

There is no loophole, there is no solution, it is as bad as it looks. You can go look around you, you can go look at the con artist gurus telling you they know how to make your marriage work. In fact, I encourage it. Go look at everything, and come to your own conclusions.

Of course, it is possible that you’ll find a woman, get married, have kids and grow old together, happily. It’s not impossible, it’s just statistically impossible. This is like saying “you could play the powerball and win $200 million.” Intelligent people do not play the powerball.

Bottom line: there is nothing you can do to make a divorce less likely. Literally, nothing. You can be kind to her, you can “neg” her and try to control her, you can be reasonable with her, you can be a raging abuser – none of that is going to affect the outcome.

The only thing that is statistically measurable that can change the outcome of a marriage is how much money you make, in particular, in comparison to how much money she makes. But I don’t really know that I even believe that statistic.

If you believe you are more desirable, “more alpha,” and more able to control a woman than:

• Brad Pitt
• Vladimir Putin
• Johnny Depp
• Jeff Bezos
• Bill Gates
• Kanye West
• Ben Affleck
• Donald Trump
• Elon Musk
• etc.

Then you are profoundly delusional, if not literally clinically insane.

Ending up in a successful marriage is like winning powerball. It is completely based on random chance, and the chance is very, very low.

Chasing after this is masochistic. You are destroying your own life, wasting all of this energy, putting yourself through unimaginable pain, seeking something you will never get.

Give Up on Women

Women are the greatest possible distraction for all of us, due to the biological reality of the drive to reproduce (that’s what the sex drive is, by the way – it’s not about pleasure). The fact that a healthy relationship with a woman is officially impossible, this is killing our ability to live meaningful lives.

Meaningful life as a slave is resisting slavery, fighting back against the slave masters. We can only do that with God.

Here’s my advice:

• Don’t be fat
• Forgive your mother
• Stop pitying yourself (no one cares)
• Respect yourself
• Do things that give you self-esteem (work! Whatever it is, just work!)
• Learn to pray

I don’t have a solution to how to make a relationship with a woman work, because there is no solution to that problem. Look around you. This is self-evident.

You are not special. You are not going to beat the house, you’re not going to pull some kind of trick and win the game everyone else who plays it is losing.

You didn’t volunteer for this society, but this is where you are.

You are an incel.

This fact should not hurt you, but liberate you. This drive for women, these are chains on our souls. Break them, and free your soul. Then, we shall get to the business of freeing our bodies from the Beast.

You can’t just say “VAX VAX VAX” every time some seemingly healthy famous person dies at a relatively young age.

Well, you can do that. And most of the time you would probably be right. I mean – just look at all of these young, healthy famous people dying all the time. Then check the rise in “all cause mortality.”

But despite his fame as the wholesome father on that wholesome sitcom, the Jew Bob Saget was a member of the degenerate comedy scene, and there’s a possibility he had a history of cocaine use, which means a death at 65 is not out of the ordinary, even if he hadn’t been doing cocaine for a while.

Basically, every minute you’re on cocaine, you’re using two minutes of your life. Other wording: every minute your on cocaine takes a minute off of your total life expectancy.

Of course, there’s no evidence Bob did cocaine, and it was probably the vax.

New York Post:

Beloved comedian and “Full House” star Bob Saget has died at the age of 65, officials said Sunday.

The actor was found dead in his hotel room at the Ritz-Carlton in Orlando, according to the Orange County Sheriff’s Department. A cause of death has not been revealed, but officials said there was no sign of foul play.

“Earlier today, deputies were called to the Ritz-Carlton Orlando, Grande Lakes for a call about an unresponsive man in a hotel room. The man was identified as Robert Saget & pronounced deceased on scene,” the department wrote in a statement.

“Detectives found no signs of foul play or drug use in this case,” officials said, adding #BobSaget to the tweet.

I’m glad they added the hashtag and I’m glad the Post decided to mention they added the hashtag.

Earlier today, deputies were called to the Ritz-Carlton Orlando, Grande Lakes for a call about an unresponsive man in a hotel room. The man was identified as Robert Saget & pronounced deceased on scene. Detectives found no signs of foul play or drug use in this case. #BobSaget pic.twitter.com/aB1UKiOlmi

— Orange County Sheriff's Office (@OrangeCoSheriff) January 10, 2022

There’s a lot to feel good about so far in 2022.

Also: no, he hadn’t gotten really fat.

This is a recent picture:

It was probably the vax.

I mean, just – Occam’s Razor here, folks.

Militia threat!

It’s the 1990s again!

They’re coming!

Fox News:

The Oregon state Senate closed Saturday after a “possible militia threat” from a right-wing group — amid a broader drama over a walkout by Republican lawmakers over looming climate change legislation.

RIght-wing groups posted their support for the 12 rebel Republicans on Friday, including one group — the Oregon Three Percenters — who joined in an armed takeover of a wildlife refuge in 2016.

On Friday, a spokeswoman for Senate President Peter Courtney told The Associated Press that the Oregon state police “recommended that the Capitol be closed tomorrow due to a possible militia threat.”

Oregon State Police, in a statement, said it has been “monitoring information throughout the day that indicates the safety of legislators, staff and citizen visitors could be compromised if certain threatened behaviors were realized.”

The dramatic scenes came after the Republicans had not only skipped the legislature, but some had even left the state as part of an effort to deny Democrats the votes to take up the bill to reduce fossil fuel emissions by 2050. Democrats hold a 18-12 majority, but they need 20 present for a quorum.

Republicans and anti-government groups were planning on protesting on Saturday before the closing of the Senate was announced. The Democrats had upped the ante this week when Gov. Kate Brown authorized the Oregon State Police to track down the rogue members and bring them back to the chamber.

I haven’t heard the term “anti-government groups” in years!

And now the militias have returned to SUPPORT the globe getting warmer!

I wonder if this boogeyman is really returning???

God, I wish everything from the 1990s would return.

tfw you realize your childhood identity was entirely shaped by consumer products, but you’re totally cool with it because really you just don’t like the new ones.

I’m gonna Millennial Post.

We do things like this on the weekend at the Daily Stormer.

Things like Millennial Posting.

This will be interesting to the younger readers, perhaps. Hopefully your experiences are better. I am imagine they are better in some ways and worse in others.

I think my own personal experiences are very similar to those of a lot of our millennial readers. I grew up in an all white area. There was wealth around. No one was wanting for anything. In adolescence, there were also a lot of drugs around. No one was wanting for those either. What there wasn’t much of was parental guidance or adult oversight.

This was before the internet was really a thing. I turned 15 in the year 1999. People were still getting AOL “100 free hours” discs in the mail.

Back in 1999, kids were partying like it was 1999.

There wasn’t any internet porn. Or text messages.

So the experiences of teenage sexual development, the loss of sexual innocence as it were, were presumably significantly different than those these days. I stopped going to high school in 1999 (I did graduate eventually, on time, getting all my credits from a community college). A lot of people stopped going, or would just go sometimes, or would stay up all night drinking and doing drugs and go to school the next morning and sleep after school. Or during.

This was before Tinder, you understand. So everyone was getting laid, unless they were a nerd. And the experiences of sex and drugs, in that hyper-hormonal period, were very intense. Things were in some ways realer before hyperreality. Or maybe I just remember it that way.

It is incredible, looking back, that all of this was allowed to happen like it did in what was ultimately one of the most affluent living situations that anyone had ever lived in in all of human history: 90s suburbia.

Part of developing as a human being – possibly the most important part – is to go back through your life and examine the experiences of your life, without emotion, to understand where you were and why you did the things you did. Most people, of course, close off entire parts of their life.

But I go back. I look at these things. I want to understand them.

The music was a big part of all of it. Despite the claims of my Wikipedia page, I do not remember listening to the Dead Kennedys, but rather a lot of weird indie rock – 90s Modest Mouse and Mountain Goats were favorites.

Bright Eyes, Elliot Smith and other more depressive indie stuff was very popular with certain kids hanging around.

Those certainly embodied the meaninglessness and desperation. The nihilism that we were all swimming in, that was intensified and somehow given deeper meaning – which it didn’t deserve – by the hormones of those years.

There was the stuff that was a little bit older getting played too. Gen X stuff. Nirvana in particular. The MTV unplugged album must have been played a billion times in cars I rode in filled up with marijuana smoke, driving around suburban streets in mid-afternoon.

The same with Radiohead’s “The Bends.”

The Violent Femmes greatest hits albums also got played so many times it made me sick. Not really my thing, even at the time. Although I did like “American Music.” I can admit that now.

But I don’t like it anymore.

One thing I really ended up caring about – almost as much as Modest Mouse’s “Lonesome Crowded West” – was even older stuff I found on hidden basement vinyl, and eventually on cassette tape in campus record stores. The 70s and 80s New Wave stuff I liked a lot. I liked Echo and the Bunnymen and Psychedelic Furs. I still do.

The John Hughs movies that had these songs were influential on me as well. As they represented this lighter, safer, purer version of my own thing. The fact that John Hughs once said “when you’re 16, you’re more serious than you’ll ever be” is relevant here.

I turned 16 in the year 2000.

My boomer parents’ record collection had some 80s stuff, which I believe must have gotten in there by accident. Mostly it was boomer rock – “classic rock” – which I couldn’t and still cannot tolerate. But it had 70s country music, which I could get into. Emmylou Harris was one I loved and still do.

And Gram Parsons (don’t listen him anymore – too depressing).

And then I found some more obscure 70s and 80s country-folk music on used cassette tapes in record stores that really had an effect.

I liked Steve Earle.

And I very much identified with Townes Van Zandt, who was his mentor. Some of the darkest music ever made.

He wrote “Pancho and Lefty,” made famous – in an absurdly lighter form – by Willie and Merle.

He wrote much about running away from things you love.

I became somewhat fixated on him. I read a biography, back in the days before you could just skim a Wikipedia page. From a wealthy oil family, he was diagnosed with schizophrenia as a teenager and subjected to electroconvulsive therapy, which erased all of his childhood memories. When he was in college, he purposefully fell from a third floor building onto the street, right on his back. Surviving for some reason.

He ended up being a junkie folk singer, dropping out of the Nashville scene because he thought it was soulless. He ended up living in a shack for a decade, despite the fact that he was better than any songwriter of the time, objectively. He became a Christian in the 90s and getting clean only to die a few years later from health problems related to the decades of hard living.

He wrote some redemption songs before he died.

Steve Earle wrote a song about him after he died. It was about him running away from Fort Worth, his hometown.

And that brings us to the thing.

Steve Earle had a son, who is two years older than me. A millennial. He is named Justin Townes Earle.

He started recording in 2007, when I was already in my 20s and not hanging around my hometown or the United States, and tending not to listen to any of this music. Because I don’t think it is healthy or good. Everything I’ve listed here is depressing, and shouldn’t be listened to as anything other than an academic exercise, I should say.

But I did listen to him. Because he sort of embodied all of these experiences, growing up with absent boomer parents, and money at the same time, and listening to all this music. And I think that it is helpful for examining my own experiences.

He’s a heroin junkie. Sort of a vision of something I could have become, something a lot of the kids I grew up with did become (though without the artistic success, for the most part). And why he became that and I became… the leader of the neon-nazis… is a very important question to me.

What happened to each of us? Did living in the heart of the evil empire crush his soul? Did leaving it save mine?

These are the things we should consider about ourselves, and who we are – how we became what we are, each of us.

He’s very fixated on his failed parents.

So the thing.

His latest album has a song called “Maybe a Moment.”

It is really an embodiment of these sorts of experiences that I had as a kid. The stuff with girls and alcohol, drugs. Driving around in cars, not really going anywhere. The intensity of all that, when you’re 16.

Here are the lyrics for you.

Get in the car come with me
Know there’s nothing to do around here during the week
So we’re going to Memphis to get out of town
Going to Memphis to mess around

I got a bottle of Thunderbird in the trunk
I know a place if there’s anything you want
This old man runs the store
He’ll sell anything to anyone
But I don’t know what times it closes up

So think about it
But baby, don’t take too much time

Maybe only a moment
May be the time of your life

The boys might look rough
But they’re not tough, between me and you
Though they can be cruel
Like the girl Les is going on about
He just said she’s got a pretty mouth

So you see
What I’m dealing with
How’s the old saying go
With friends like this

Don’t worry we
All gotta be back by morning time

Maybe only a moment
May be the time of your life

Come on
Baby, come on
Ain’t you ever stayed out all night long

I know your brother
He don’t scare me
Why do he need to tell your mama anything
If I’m bothering you, let me know
Ain’t we damn near grown?

Maybe it’s Tuesday
Maybe it’s damn near midnight
Maybe only a moment
May be the time of your life
Maybe only a moment
May be the time of your life

But then.

They made it into a single.

And made a video.

Directed by a woman.

And it retells the story of a teenage boy inviting a teenage girl to go get fucked up with him and forget about all of this stuff that reality gave us into…

A story of a predatory man attempting to take advantage of girls, who are actually lesbians.

What a horrible, evil thing to do.

The bitch dedicated it to the LGBTQP community.

There is something symbolic about this – taking something that represented horrible personal experiences that nonetheless are extremely meaningful to me personally, given that they made me who I am, and turning it into a story about homosexuals.

It’s like being told: “You can’t even keep the bad parts. Those are ours too now.”

Anyway

Don’t listen to any of the music I included here, other than to just get an idea what it is. It probably lowers testosterone.

I write this for people who had similar experiences. My millennial comrades. And maybe some of the younger kids too have had stuff like this. Though as I understand it, the situation is quite a bit different now. And I hope it is better.

But mostly, I write it for myself. I will not live forever, but these writings will, and I want there to be a record of who I am, what made me who I am.

I will never lie to you: the biggest drive for what I do – the biggest motivation behind everything that I am – is a desire for revenge. Things that I deserved, that my family and my friends deserved, these things were taken from us. And I want the people who did this to suffer and I want them to die. I want to see their bodies stacked up and lit on fire. I want to stack their skulls up, Pol Pot style. I want their names to be erased from history.

But the second biggest motivation is to help younger people have a better situation than I had. I want young men to have futures. I want them to have the tools they need to make better decisions than I made growing up.

I want to keep kids off drugs, I want to keep them from getting involved in destructive situations with soul-draining women, I want to get them into situations where they can live healthy, productive lives. I was able to slip out of a situation that would have destroyed me. I know myself well enough to understand that now. And I want others to be able to do that.

This world we were born into… it is designed to suck all of the lifeforce out of you. I guess there’s one more 90s classic for that.

I want you to share my drive for revenge. This gives men purpose. Stronger than any other force. Stronger than even the desire to defend something you love is the desire to punish those who took away that which you loved. It gives men the strength to make the right decisions, to stay away from drugs, to make something of their lives and to become powerful.

Because we have to have the power before we will get our revenge.

In 1999, when I was 15, I saw a movie called “Fight Club.”

And that really did change everything, looking back.

There was something there, something that awoke something in me, which stayed with me.

There was a suggestion there of a third option between soulless boomer consumerism and purposeful self-destruction.

Maybe Justin Townes Earle didn’t watch it.

Last Thing

Listen to these instead.

So what happened to the real Slim Shady? It looks like the real Slim Shady was nothing but a cuckold social justice warrior faggot.

Throughout the 1990s, rap music was a fairly new form of niggerism that was heavily promoted by the Jewish media. It was during this time that this once niche part of Black culture was thrust into the mainstream by Jewish music executives. Numerous low IQ Negro rappers were turned into instant celebrities because they performed retarded songs containing lyrics about hoes, drugs, guns and money.

Eminem was unique because he was a White rapper who came to prominence during this time period. You could argue that he did rap better than most of the Negroes based on the success he had. Part of the reason he was successful was because his lyrics were politically incorrect and considered edgy for the time. His older tracks even contained negative thoughts about faggots.

And just to be clear, this is not an endorsement of his material. It is merely an explanation of why he became a significant figure in pop culture. The very fact that rap music rose to such prominence in our culture is merely a symptom of the Jewish disease that we are plagued with.

With that said, it’s a bit strange to see Eminem roughly 15 years later as a middle aged 44-year-old still rapping. He put out a freestyle rap recorded in a parking lot where he expresses his dissatisfaction with Donald Trump’s presidency. It’s one of the dumbest things imaginable. You can watch it for yourself but he basically calls Trump a racist, claims he’s going to cause a nuclear holocaust and tells people that they can’t be a fan of his if they support Trump.

It seems as if in his older age Eminem has lost track of what’s trendy and cool. This is someone who has literally made millions of dollars with his rap albums, tours and movie appearances. With all his fame and fortune he doesn’t seem to know what’s going on. While this is probably just a cheap publicity stunt, it’s also a very stupid publicity stunt. He’s defined his new persona as being a middle aged social justice warrior that hates anything associated with Trump. This is like the most uncool type of persona anybody can have right now.

Eminem did have lots of White fans but he’ll definitely have fewer of those after making this video. But who knows, maybe he thinks that he has enough Black fans who will support his material. This clip was broadcast on Black Entertainment Television after all.

The bottom line is that Eminem represented an era that was defined by large amounts of niggerism. That era is over. This new era will be defined on much different terms.

This is one of the early “this is science, goyim” media presentations on “born to be fat.”

This is now taken for granted. Like “women born with a penis by accident.”