Dante's Fledgling Attempt at Mass Media Manipulation

Ze Germans

Well, it's certainly taken a while. Six whole posts into an examination of race before Nazism surfaced, a new internet record I believe. I was braced for an onslaught of "go back to your cuckoo clocks, Rudolph Hitler!" commentary but instead, well, this kinda blindsided me:

"ZOMFG!!!! awesome banner thingy Dante!! Love your blog!!! keep it up!!! X X X--NaziGirl17"

Hmm. On the one hand I got kissies, from an actual girl. And you can tell from the exclamation marks that she's hot. Leaving aside the 17 thing for the moment though, the part that makes me squirm is, you guessed it, that she mentioned Wûlf's design work before my blog.

Not really, no. It's the Nazi thing. While I'm all about the conquest of the infinite reaches of the galaxy, the purging of heretics and the obliteration of xeno filth, I draw a line at goosestepping and 88'ing all over the show.

See, NG17, it's healthy to take pride in your people. It's normal to prefer them to other folks who look, speak and act different. That most people feel this way is pretty much why we have different countries. Everyone deserves a place to do their own thing, with their own kind.

Now, the Nazis came to power because other nations had taken German pride, land and self-determination. I can't blame the Germans for wanting those things back, or fighting for them. What I object to is that they went on to take those things away from other people. But then many nations have done the same, not least of whom the Allied nations.

The real deviltry came in when the Nazis realised they couldn't win the war they'd started. Out of spite, they murdered millions of helpless civilians. That was an act of despicable cowardice. It's one thing to go to war and fight for your country, it's another thing entirely to butcher innocent men, women and children. I suggest you reconsider whether you want to be associated with something so dishonourable, Girl17.

Thanks to Wûlf for the new banner!

"Let martial note in triumph float
And liberty extend its mighty hand
A flag appears 'mid thunderous cheers,
The banner of the Western land."

- John Philip Sousa

Kill Whitey and South Africa Sucks

The Emperor's pronouncements were recently quoted on the hugely popular (over 1.5 M visitors) blog, South Africa Sucks. He was writing in response to an article reposted on the Kill Whitey blog (no link, because fuck him).

Now, South Africa Sucks in an unapologetically racist blog which, when pedantic corrections for punctuation are made, "chronicles the slide of a once-magnificent, thriving First World country into that of a crime-ravaged, Stalinist, turd-world hellhole!" Its several white contributors raise mostly news-related points which do indeed highlight South Africa's sad decline.

Unfortunately, racial bias and epithets slip in from time to time which, in the Emperor's panoramic view, are reason enough for the unreasonable to dismiss all of the blog's perfectly valid points. Of course, as the unreasonable are wont to dismiss anything that condradicts their worldview, His objection is largely a matter of aesthetic preference.

The charmingly-named Kill Whitey blog, insofar as a cursory examination reveals, presents mostly the optimistic side of the South African coin, that side being the milled edge. The country's genuine problems are dismissed or denied while any positive news receives centre-stage, if not outright fellatio. In the Imperial Opinion, to which any opposition is vilest heresy, neither the pessimistic nor realistic faces of South Africa are shown.

Though the race of the blog's author remains unclear, it can be surmised given the hateful title and the pro-black spin placed on everything. So be it. While He finds such things personally distasteful, the Emperor stands firmly for the author's right to be as rabidly in favour of his own people as he likes. If the author is indeed black, it would be unnatural and perverse for him to take any stance besides one favouring his own race.

Now, that is exactly the same thing the South Africa Sucks people are doing, taking a stand for their own race. That is a courageous act, particularly given the state of fear and capitulation in which most whites, South African or otherwise, eke out their days. Further, what the SAS folks are doing is entirely natural, if not terribly genteel. They're simply being "nice to insiders and nasty to outsiders," in the terminology of evolutionary genetics. This is what human beings do everywhere, by instinct and with good genetic reason. The only general exception to this rule (as it applies to race) is to be found in Western liberal circles, in which the dark and destructive heresy of competitive altruism has taken hold.

This is largely the point His Imperial Majesty made in an attempt to bring some enlightenment to the benighted ignorance of the original Mail & Guardian article, entitled "‘Two nations’: Who is stalling progress towards reconciliation?" Though He is likely to be called a double-racist for holding such views, not to mention His association with South Africa Sucks, here follows the God-Emperor's position on the matter, edited for Imperial perfectionism:

You fail to understand an extremely important point, sir. Humans are tribal by nature. Social engineering cannot alter this fact. Short of genetic engineering, you cannot erase this inherent bias any more than you can erase the tendency for humans to organise themselves according to a social pecking order, or the tendency of human males to compete with one another and dominate females.

Just as with our status-conciousness, our pair-bonding instincts and our selectional sexual drives, tribal loyalties serve to keep the races, and by extension the species, strong and healthy. Thus, what you denounce as racism can be clearly seen from an objective, scientific standpoint to be nothing but an adaption for favouring in-group over out-group decisions. I remind you that such adaptations only become widespread if they fulfill this category: they promote genetic survival. Understand; it is for this reason that people are not naturally egalitarian. They are tribal. "My team yay, your team boo." Now, how does the old prayer go?

"Serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
Courage to change the things I can,
And Wisdom to know the difference."

A great many wise and rational men realise that accepting our inherent tribalism is the best way to go. Indeed, there are strong arguments for it being not only natural but fair, moral and in the interests of peace. The worst conflicts around the world are inevitably racial conflicts, I draw your attention to almost all wars throughout history and those raging today.

Fighting our normal human inclinations is futile, the best we can hope to do is channel them constructively. Perhaps the Olympic Games suggest how we might channel such racial (ie. national, under a sensible world order) competition to good and productive ends.

As far as I can see, and I believe history and science is on my side here, human nature is largely unchangable by unrealistic ideologies. Communism offers us a rather elegant proof of this. And really, the tribal urges made taboo for white people today, like the sexual urges made taboo for white people in the Victorian era, are not such a great "evil" once their purpose is recognised and accepted.

Think of them this way: I love my children more than other people's children. Not because my children are better or other people's worse, but simply because they are MINE. Likewise I love my family more than strangers and, equally sensibly, I love my race more than other races. That is the instinctual, emotional side of it.

The more rational side is a matter of genetics. I will engage in an in-depth debate on genetics only if I must (and indeed it seems I must at some future point) but just trust me that it is commonly accepted within the field that organisms will co-operate in direct proportion to the amount of genetic material they share. Parents won't risk their lives for strangers but will gladly sacrifice themselves for their children. Even though the shared DNA between parent and child is only 50%, the child nonetheless represents the parent's chance at genetic survival and... Naturally, this extends to favouring one's own race, albeit marginally unless in such an instance as an inter-racial war.

For these reasons and more, a truly integrated society remains a pipe-dream and diversity a weakness to any nation. I would recommend the entirety of the American Renaissance site, as well as The Selfish Gene by Richard Dawkins, as excellent works on the subjects covered, assuming you wish to learn more on why racial divides will remain persistent and, indeed, crucial. Whites need to realise that promoting their own interests is fair and just, and that if they neglect to do so they will only bring about their own extinction.

The Tabula Rasa Heresy, Part I

In a recent comment, The Immortal God-Emperor of Mankind was called a filthy racist for pointing out the reality of racial differences. Now, as we all know, "racist" is the new "nigger." It implies one is a rabid, hate-filled Nazi, packing Jews into the oven whilst biting the heads off white doves and wiping one's arse with the Universal Declaration of Human Rights. Quite the multitaskers, these racists!

So, while He will admit to a fondness for roast dove, The Emperor has people to perform his cremations for him and He simply does not take dumps - instead making a regular, auric deposit into the vault at Fort Knox. Seriously though, the accusation of racism is completely unfounded. Know why? If a racist is someone who points out biological disparities between the races, then Charles "Monkeyshines" Darwin was the biggest fucking racist of them all!

Cast your mind back to the full title of Darwin's seminal work on evolutionary theory: On the Origin of Species by Means of Natural Selection, or the Preservation of Favoured Races in the Struggle for Life. Darwin's point, arguably the best one ever made in human history, is that mutations which are both advantgeous and heritable will increase in frequency through subsequent generations of a species until (gasp!) it becomes differentiated into a new race and, with liberal application of the fast-forward button, ultimately a new species. It follows then that, had modern transport never been invented, the continentally-isolated races of mankind would ultimately have evolved into new species. His Imperial Majesty takes the view that Caucasians would have become winged, pterodactyl-type beings, Asians tentacled sea-creatures and Negroids tusked quadrupeds with spine-ed tails.

As things stand however, human evolution only got so far as to produce differently-shaded races. Or did it? While the conventional wisdom is that varying levels of sunlight led to selection for lesser amounts of melatonin, that is only the most readily-apparent discrepancy. The fact is, such dissimilarities are legion. Don't believe me? Well, let's focus on the physiological ones affecting athleticism, by comparing average Negroid bodies to average Caucasian bodies:


Skeletal: blacks have shorter torsos, broader shoulders, smaller ribcages, narrower hips and longer limbs. Their bones are denser and heavier. The athletic benefits of greater reach and stride length (and hence lengthier acceleration paths) from longer limbs are obvious. Narrower hips are beneficial to locomotion by directing more energy to forward than rotational movement.

Musculature: blacks are more heavily-muscled and their muscles more elastic. Muscular distribution is dissimilar, being concentrated around the glutes and thighs, which advantages locomotion. They also have a higher percentage of fast-twitch muscle fibers and a higher level of glycotic and phosphogenic enzyme activity levels, which allows for a greater "explosive power" from their muscles. There are few sports outside of endurance sports in which that is not greatly advantageous.

Body Fat: blacks have a lower percentage of this, particularly on their limbs. This may well account for their "non-swimmer" stereotype.

Viscera: blacks have less in the way of it, in accordance with the previously mentioned shorter torsos, smaller ribcages and narrower pelvises.

Tendons: blacks have longer tendons and shorter muscle bellies comparative to whites. Longer tendons result in more potential energy in the muscles.

Nervous System: blacks have faster reflexes, due to faster transmission rates along nervous pathways.

Hormone Levels: blacks have more testoserone, which again means more explosive energy and contributes, among other things, to them being more muscular and lean.


These are only the physical differences directly related to athletic ability and go a long way towards explaining black dominance of many sports, particularly running. The few sports at which blacks do not excel are those chiefly requiring upper body strength or flexibility at which whites and yellows excel, respectively.

There are a host of other facts I could cite on skull size (black brains are 80 cubic centimetres smaller than white brains), reproductive systems (blacks are twice as likely to have twins as whites, and four times as likely as yellows), infant development (black babies are born a week earlier and develop quicker), life expectancy (blacks die younger than other races) and so on. Almost all physical differences between blacks and whites are even more pronounced between blacks and yellows, whites falling in-between the other two races in just about all categories of measure.

Right. That's that then, yes? The Emperor suggests to anyone who disagrees with His assertion, that the races exhibit distinctly different physiques and physiologies, to:

a) observe the Olympic Games and note closely which races tend to be over-represented among the various disclipines, particularly in victory. Hmm... Now what is the simplest reason for that, and what would Occam say about it?
b) search through the various, peer-reviewed scientific studies on the matter to be found across the length and breadth of the interweb. Rest assured, I'll be posting links in due course.
c) inquire the professional opinion of a surgeon, mortician, serial killer or even a general physician on the matter.
d) sit on an orange-juicer and rotate.

Now, hopefully the evidence of our own eyes has been corroborated to the extent that we can all agree on there being biological differences between the races. Is there any reason then to expect that the same processes of evolution which created these bodily differences have not led to there being mental differences as well? Why, yes! There is plenty of reason!

One need only consider Gould's Daemon, which is a magical, pixyish, little beast which perches atop the spinal column of every human being. Its job (I say "it," as its nature suggests it to be effeminate, if not feminine) is to stop any form of evolution from occuring above the neck. It performs this task with great aplomb, thumbing its nose and waggling its bum at such as silly, old psychometricians and their bell curves. Gould's Daemon achieves its anti-evolutionary, intellectual miracle simply by waving its wand and intoning the mystical, mesmeric chant of "tabula rasa, tabula rasa, tabula rasa..." But more on this fascinating little creature next time!

Pavlov's Watchdogs by Keith Vaz

“It is sad to see a scientist of such achievement making such baseless, unscientific and extremely offensive comments."

- Keith Vaz, Labour chairman of the Home Affairs Select Committee.


The scientist in question, James Watson, is the former director of the Cold Spring Harbour Laboratory on Long Island, "a world leader in cancer and genetic research." Yes, you read correctly, "world leader." How appalling that in this modern age such a term could even be considered for usage. The L-word shall henceforth be stricken from the dictionary lest it inflict irreperable harm on some poor man's unfortunate person's psyche. Why, I shouldn't be surprised if such brute insensitivity has just given people cancer, and how's that for irony?

To continue, "James Watson" won the Nobel Prize (but only for science, not Peace) for his part in discovering the structure of DNA. Note: part. Francis Crick, a tuned-in cat who reminds me of a certain someone who's done a great deal for civil rights, doubtless did most of the heavy-thinking. We imagine Watson, true to his name, served mostly to hail hansom cabs and respond with the occassional "astonishing!" to the deductions of the real, turned-on genius. Nonetheless, Watson today feels qualified to pass comment on matters he but little understands. Fortunately for the world at large, there are those who stand ever-vigilant to battle outmoded, unacceptable ideas in whichever dim, ignorant minds they may be lurking.

One such idea is this genome thingamabob. While it apparently resembles a pair of relaxed curls ineluctably twisted together into endlessly-repeating, mutually-reciprocating expressions of diversity which form a single, internalised chain to define all human possibility, the dreadful implications of genetic "theory" are far less beautiful. As Beauty is Truth, feel free to draw your own conclusions as to the scientific rigour involved in the development of this "theory..." In fairness though, genetic "theory" does go a long way towards proving Comrade Darwin's monkeyshines - and hence disproving the paternalistic, authoritarian, hypocritical dogma that is Organised Religion. For your own good however, I am here to order you to discard anything such "theory" may say on the subject of human "differences." As we all know, human beings are biologically equal in all respects; hence equal rights.

You are to further disregard all ungood statements made by Watson. In particular, ignore, deny and shield your mind from the dreadful things citizen Watson has to say about "black" people. Surely as a so-called geneticist he must know there is no such thing as race to begin with? Race is nothing but an outmoded social construct and any perceived "blackness" is an illusion brought on by insufficient moral fibre. Clearly, this Watson is a Nazi and, for the ultimate good of our race, I shall be ordering him off to Sensitivity Camp forthwith. Not that we have a race, of course. Figure of speech.

In conclusion [and breaking from character], "shut the fuck up, Keith Vag. When we want to hear a politician criticizing the scientific merit of a revolutionary, Nobel Prize-winning geneticist's statements, we'll go the fuck back to Communist Russia."

And in further conclusion, a mangled quote from Team America because I am extremely sleepy and such small things amuse me when in this state: “some people are Cricks. And pussies don't like Cricks. Because Cricks fuck pussies.”

A Short Intermission Before We Truly Get Underway

Here follows a missive directed to the formidable Griff du Lion. We can only hope and pray that he replies in time, if at all:

Dear Sir,

Thank you for an informative and often amusing website. I must confess that most of the serious math not only goes over my head but over my feathered tophat too. Nonetheless, the graphs you present and your more elementary points are a source of great interest and often play Dulcinea to my quixotic quest to Change Peoples' Minds.

If I might impose upon you, I would like to request a small favour. Here follows the backstory: I, and many other white South Africans, are in a rather precarious position. Though many have left and are leaving, due mainly to a lack of confidence in government and the shockingly high crime rate, some stubborn buggers have entrenched themselves in the hope that "things will get better." Though I have secured my Canadian passport and intend to migrate forthwith, my father is one of these stubborn souls. I would dearly love to see him live out his retirement in the relative safety of the Great White North, but he is a hard man to convince with mere news clippings and rhetoric. He is, however, an eminently rational man, being a former Materials Scientist. He now spends much of his time poring over stock charts, share projections and... Chinese candlesticks and the like, so I can safely say that, unlike myself, he is no stranger to your peculiar Greek dialect of Numeracy.

Now, I've hit on a fairly simplistic idea that goes as follows: as there is a minimum entry-level IQ to many professions, and as we are aware of both average racial IQs as well as population density, it should be possible to determine whether there are enough smart people to maintain this country at a remotely civilized standard. Or not, as the case may well be... That is to say, if we can make some rough guess at how many people of the various skilled professions are necessary to maintain a country at a First or even Second World level, we should be able to tell that the South African population is incapable of doing so. Perhaps it might even be calculated at what point, if current trends continue, the country is likely to fall apart completely due to its already crippling skills shortage. Of course, the findings of such an investigation may contradict my (admittedly pessimistic) assumptions entirely, in which case I shall have to reconsider my move.

I'm aware that you have conducted examinations along similar lines to those I propose, and forgive me if just such figures appear in certain works I've yet to read such as "IQ and the Wealth of Nations." Regardless, I am asking for your help in this. If you let me know what data to assemble and so forth, I will gladly do that and more. Assuming this study will reveal a similar finding to any cursory glance at local headlines, I really just need to know how to best process and present the data such that it will convince a mathematically-minded man. With your permission, I may well go on to present such data publically, where it might contribute to saving the lives of other such men and their families. I know that sounds rather melodramatic but with one of the highest murder rates in the world (if not the highest) I wouldn't say it's far-fetched either.

Any advice or assistance will be greatly appreciated,

Warm regards,

X.

The Tabula Rasa Heresy, Introduction

"Look around you! We must tear down the rusty and ancient cage that we have built for ourselves and replace it with a shining tower that can once more touch the stars. Without evolution, we are shorn of our greatest strength."

- Inquisitor Laschia, expressing the Recongregator faction's goal, at the Oulan Symposium.


In case the Latin title, Warhammer quote and motivational poster didn't give it away, I'm a nerd. I spend too much time online, get excited about superhero movies and own more books than I've had girlfriends. Yet despite the whole "to admit defeat is to blaspheme against the Emperor" undercurrent, I haven't quite reached the terminal stages of nerdiness; tabletop wargaming being just a bridge too far. Hell, I don't even wear glasses! And believe it or not: I lift the odd weight and punch the odd face - by which I of course mean engage in a challenging dialectic. Still, I will admit to playing (and boast of kicking ass in) Dawn of War, the PC version of tabletop wargaming. As you've probably realised, I'm a real PC-kinda guy.

So, any ladies still here? Any gents who shave, for that matter? Quite honestly, I expect that first paragraph to have frightened off all but the hardcore grognards. Ah well, maybe such an audience is best able to understand my frustration. See, all this cheesy war and honour stuff, Space Marines and the Imperium of Man and whatnot, there's a bit more to it than an infantile delight in toy soldiers. Fact is, I find it inspiring. Sure, I know that sounds lame, like after I'm done here I'm gonna be snapping off salutes to a poster of Admiral Ackbar or practising my lightsaber kata. You know what's even lamer though? That our society's warrior culture exists only in science fucking fiction.

Now if reading blogs is still the done thing, a lot of trendy types will be sneering at this point. I'm sure they'll dismiss respect for anything even remotely martial as bullshit macho posturing. Well hey, feel free, trendies! Door's to your left, in case you can't see it for your fringe... Not that I've shaved my own hair to a crewcut or anything. I don't even own a gun, or dogtags, even a knife. Well, I did own several knives but have a terrible habit of losing them. Point is, I just feel sometimes, particularly times like these when I've got a tumbler in my hand, that it's a damn shame I didn't get a crack at army service. Not that I'd have been first in line to take a bullet for old F.W. or anything but... I think a lot of guys from my generation wonder how we'd have done in a warzone. Sure, we kind of live in one anyway the way this fucking place is going, but I mean a real, full-on, blue-team-vs.-red-team shooting war.

Would we keep our heads down and our powder dry? Maybe even rack up a kill or two? It's like a man's psychological balls don't drop until he can honestly answer that question. And deep down, in that nebulous region where our heart's cockles are said to be, I suspect we all harbour the idea that, given just the right circumstances, we could be the biggest, baddest motherfuckers this world's ever known.

So how about it, men of my generation? Not to mention those lucky, young bastards out there who aren't staring down the barrel of a loaded three oh... Does any of this sound familiar? You nodding your heads or at least giving a rueful grin yet? How about when I mention that fantasy you have of walking into a bar and smacking seven shades of shit out of any punk who looks at you wrong? 'Course, I left out the bit where you sling the hottest babe in the joint over your shoulder and take her back to your fuck-dungeon but I know you're feeling me.

Fact, every man worth the name thinks like this on some level. We've all got a killer instinct, it's just covered up with years worth of etiquette manuals. Sometimes, when the stress - or even just the hormone levels climb into the red, we'll shelve the books on good behaviour and go looking for a fight. Maybe we'll hit that bar we picture in our daydreams. And after a few beers, we'll spot a jerk with just the kind of face we take exception to, roll up our sleeves, and swap a few good-natured punches before our friends drag us away with exhortations to chill. And that's all very well, all very natural.

But it's not glorious, is it? Kinda like the beers and the girl we might sling over our shoulders (at least metaphorically, unless we're really beefy sons of bitches), all we get out of it is a fleeting buzz and maybe a story or two. Nothing lasting comes of it, nothing's achieved, you get me? A ritualised little punchup, even one that turns ugly and fills the night with yells, blood and broken glass, well... That's about as far from the honour and glory of real conquest as a one night stand with a cheap slut is from true love.

Now I can't help you find true love, that's your own affair and I hope you and the sheep are very happy. What I can do though, is I can point you towards a war that needs winning, if you've got the stones for it.