interview – 3
Nick Fuentes says that, for St Paul, the “concession” was to marry in the sense that celibacy is better.
See the inferiority of Christianity to Judaism: the stars promised to Abraham were his future kike descendants without demonising sex. But in Judeo-Christianity sex is sinful for gentiles (i.e., white people from the Mediterranean). The god of the Jews “concedes” us marriage so that we don’t burn with lust, but the highest state is non-reproductive celibacy, and Fuentes even talks about monasteries.
Then Nick confuses marital masculinity with a feminised husband. Since I’ve been talking about Breaking Bad, let’s say that Nick confuses masculinity with a character like Walter White: a “man” who put his family above everything else. On the other hand, we see true masculinity in Sparta, pre-imperial Rome, the Goths, the Vikings and National Socialism where there is Männerbund, unlike the decadent 21st-century America so well represented in the gynocentric scenes of Breaking Bad.
In practice, Nick’s Catholic recipe is perfect for the dysgenics that has been perpetrated in Europe since Christianity was imposed on whites. This dysgenics (“Are you smart? Go to the monastery and don’t reproduce!”) caused the IQ of Jews to rise over the centuries while the IQ of whites dropped. This perverse eugenics / dysgenics reached the point where Jews now have the highest IQ: a genetic courtesy of Christianity that Nick and other racialists stupidly cling. Just look at Nick’s statement in his interview with Joel Webbon: “The priesthood, the monastic life is the most masculine thing that a guy can do…”
Above, Ascyltos, and Giton playing the role of Ganymede, in Fellini Satyricon. Zeus was capable of countless love affairs not only with goddesses but with women. On one occasion, he even fancied Ganymede and abducted him to see what the androgynous ephebe tasted like. But for Nick the masculine man is not represented by Zeus but by the Aryan humiliated with a ton of guilt—the monk—if he fails to love the Jewish god.
In sharp contrast to the Greco-Roman ethos, above we see Franciscan and Benedictine monks in the film The Name of the Rose.
Webbon then quotes Paul’s epistle to the Corinthians; he says that celibacy is a gift, and talks to Nick about “fleshy appetites” in the Christian sense. Compare this with the Greco-Romans. Their Gods were openly rapists; it was Christianity that made us feel guilty about that. Fuentes, incidentally, is a virgin as he recently confessed to Piers Morgan: something inconceivable to the ancient Greeks and Romans of his age.
Are you beginning to understand what the Judeo-Christian inversion of values was? For kikes sexuality isn’t sinful but Paul preaches something else to us, and these idiots—not just Nick but Christian racialists in general—are incapable of seeing the Jewish psyop!
A little later in the interview, Nick says that many put family above God (that is, above the Semitic god with his double standard for Jews and gentiles). That’s why Fuentes goes on to say that the pinnacle of masculinity is the celibate monk.
At minute 40, Nick says that since women are ultimate conformists to the System, they can betray you if you marry in this anti-white male era. Let’s illustrate this with Skyler who, in an episode of Breaking Bad, goes to a female psychotherapist who suggests Skyler to report her husband Walter to the police for drug trafficking. Walter had been foolish enough to confess everything to his wife in private, when you should never tell women anything about serious matters, such as committing illegal acts or having an affair with Ganymede: they are incapable of understanding the male drives.
Do you see why we should only have lunches and dinners with heterosexual soldiers? Even after the Spartans were married they didn’t eat with their wives but with other tough guys where they could talk as rudely as I do on this site.
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As a rule I don’t discuss anything serious with my own partner. Still, being in a relationship with her at all, it’s impossible for her not to learn at least my basic opinions on things, if only by overhearing me talk on the phone to others (I live in a tiny house with no privacy).
I’m pissed off at the moment. My own partner has started going to therapy. She’s not helping her psychological health, she’s gossiping about me to another clueless modern woman (I can just sense the type of ultra-liberal British Statist she’s talking to), to offload frustration she might otherwise have to just deal with. She’s all tears and victimhood and reserved air of timidity politeness in tone with her, and a total bitch to me in the background, a complete personality shift, where the mask is down.
She tell her how ‘sexist’ I am and my view on women, ‘he thinks men are better than women!’ (she even describes my views in the stereotypical superficial way liberals strawman the right – nothing is verbatim, and no context ever added). She says ‘I’m tired of me and Ben arguing so much’ and the therapist asks why there are arguments, and she replies ‘well, he’s a racist, he sees people as races, tars them all with the same brush, and I see people as individuals. Beyond that, he doesn’t like gay or trans people, and I do… he also says I start all the arguments… so I suppose I argue with him to put him right on that, as it’s really him starting it by being so offensive! He won’t let me have my opinions!’ (for all that ‘he won’t let me…’, I can’t help but notice she certainly has them!)
I don’t know what the therapist says back. Part of me hopes she could recognise my partner as hysterical, unrealistic and duplicitous. But I was aghast when I heard. Naturally I’m assuming the female psychotherapist is also a liberal, and will thus have it down in her notes how terrible I am. It’s like she’s deliberately trying to get me into trouble with the state! Self-sabotaging the relationship and betraying me simply because I’m not liberal.
It’s true, she does start all the arguments. Because her incessant neochristian childhood programming just can’t hack the fact that yes, I am a racist, and yes, I don’t like homosexuals or transsexuals.
I can see the therapist in the background compiling this whole dossier on how awful I am, and me not there to defend myself. I wouldn’t be surprised if these notes were passed on and got me in trouble further down the line. She never thinks beyond her immediate frustrations!
So yes, you’re right, and Breaking Bad gave an honest cautionary lesson in that scene: women run to the state for support above loyalty to their partner.
She’s damaged our relationship irrevocably with these recent comments, this naïve incaution.
I suffered greatly with my sister Genoveva, with whom I lived on the same property for many years.
She never allowed me to sit down and talk with her about the family tragedy that destroyed our sister’s life. She died ten years ago, in January 2016.
You can’t imagine the inconceivable despair and helplessness of not even being able to broach the subject with Geno.
Only very recently, now that we live separately, did I lose all hope of communication. But it’s a dagger in my heart that she never allowed me to talk to her about the tragedy I recount in my books.
I’m sorry to hear that about Genoveva. My girlfriend is the same. I’ve drawn off over the years (I tried a few times after a few years) to broach the subject of childhood abuse with her but she just said ‘I can’t read it… I’m not interested in the topic/I’m not interested in reading/I find reading tough’ as if it were an abstract academic discipline and not my life. She says not to tell her either as ‘I’ll probably say ‘the wrong thing’/you know my views’ (i.e. that parents are sacrosanct and that I ‘probably did something to set my dad off/he didn’t do anything wrong/she would have done the same as him had it been her’).
I have no hope of communication with my girlfriend since we’re just so diametrically opposed in our views. Her increasingly (made worse by degenerating culture in the UK + TV viewing) leftist liberal outlook is a real challenge (as you’ll know from some of the email anecdotes I’ve shared in the past). She is unable to discuss our relationship without losing her temper and losing all emotional control, flood of tears or growls or constant swearing ad hominem remarks at me – recently she told me to fuck myself and called me a cunt and I replied ‘you’re obnoxious’ and all she could say in response was ‘see! more name-calling! leave me alone and stop abusing me with words!’ Any attempt to put her in her place, or tell her off rightly for anything is ‘name-calling’ or ‘abusing her’. Criticism, no matter how just, simply doesn’t stick.
I fear I’ll really literally lose my temper with her one of these years and there will be physical violence. If someone doesn’t open up an adult communication channel, the rage and resentment just builds on each side, and she has a habit of taunting, belittling, and humiliating me.
[***] reminds me very much of Genoveva. Does she realise she pushes me over the limit? The agony I feel in the background at her constant ‘I’m in the right over everything’ front. That was all she could say to me when I said ‘why did you rat me out to the state? why did you betray my trust to effective enemies?’… ‘well I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true. I told the truth, you are a racist!’ That wasn’t the damn point.
Fortunately, in Mexico we don’t have a Thought Police as you have on the other side of the Atlantic.
I have an entire chapter about Genoveva in my third autobiographical book, and believe it or not, it was another woman, Paulina, who helped me understand Geno (Pau has great empathy for these things).
I understand why the Greeks and Romans, faced with “dragon women” (Jung’s term for Xanthippes), had ephebes like the one above. Since the Ganymedes hadn’t yet developed male hormones, the bodies of those teens perfectly imitated the beauty of women.
Now the erastes-eromenos relationship is no longer possible in Europe because, with miscegenation, Aryan adolescents lost their beauty. By the way, the two images above are from films shot in Italy. In America it is inconceivable to try to recreate the past of the peninsula because all Hollywood does is, as we say in Mexico, gringadas: movies that retro-project their culture and zeitgeist that have nothing to do with the European historical past.
You might get some useful insight from the book, The Unplugged Alpha by Richard Cooper.
Thanks for the recommendation. I’ll take a look at that when I can afford to pick it up. Honestly, I don’t think much behavioural modification on my part could change my own relationship. My girlfriend is too stubborn by far, and too set in her ways – she’d be as egregious as ever (I take it the guide is designed for use on non-emotionally damaged women – she has had quite a sad background, prior to meeting me). I could well be wrong on that. I have a basic plan in place for my future at the moment. I’m just saving money for it. Cheers again.
P.S. I checked out the book on Amazon. I still think it’s interesting as a side read, and I think I will still pick it up, but as I was reading it the thought struck me, it doesn’t seem to advocate for more than a more-masculine yet otherwise conventional nuclear family, and I’m more looking for the sort of Syssitia/mannerbund environment César recommends. I think the problem is deeper than one that can be solved at an individual families level (for example, I would be quick to discipline and control my partner if the laws of my draconian country would not come down on me like a ton of bricks in immediate aftermath – it’s the huge System fed by stupid men that allows for this travesty, by sustaining, bolstering, and pandering to her). In a nutshell, rather than male self-help guides (useful as they are) to create exploitable alphas still under the same System, that is why that entire System that allows for this must be overthrown by violent force. Surely that solves the problem more efficiently for the long run.
In my private life I have to chuckle a little grimly as I read the blurb, I’m not a pushover ‘Mr Nice Guy’ with my partner, and I certainly don’t put her above my passions and interests; hence why we get into so many rows. I think I’m actually quite rude, assertive and blunt towards her, increasingly so as I realised what she’s like (dragon woman is the tip of the iceberg). Don’t get me wrong, I started out very polite, but the very situation itself shaped me over the years, and taught me a great deal about female emotional incontinence (and how to value my own time and space).
P.S. brief update on what I said above.
I confronted my partner about potentially dropping me in it with the state. All she could say was ‘well, it’s your fault for having these vile views! They have no place in the modern world! If you didn’t have them they couldn’t punish you for them! ‘ again shifting the responsibility onto me for her betrayal, as if she has no agency. All she ever does is double down.
I am again informed that the contents of our recent row i.e. me telling her off for betraying me to the statist psychotherapist, will duly be passed on by her to the therapist in the next meeting.
She only says ‘if you keep up with this – rightly telling her off for her treachery – she’ll ‘phone the police and tell them I’m abusing her’. Of course they’d immediately on impulse take her side too.
There’s no way to win with this stupid woman. I agree with you fully. I don’t think modern women can be lived with at all these days. They fundamentally have no honour. I know that’s hardly a jaw-dropping statement, but it’s wretched to experience daily first-hand.
I think any marriage should be economic and to produce children. Outside of that, the two should not be ‘best friends’ and should not often talk, or spend time in each others’ company. The man talks to his male friends, and works on serious things, and the women can talk to each other. I certainly long for the day when I am free of ridiculous female companionship. It makes me so angry… this entire stupid f**king anti-male system. Every aspect of it is weighted against me.
And besides the late Corina, there’s my younger sister, Silvia.
She discovered my blog years ago and made a huge fuss. Then she lied to her daughter, saying I claimed women were inferior (a straw man).
Unlike the rest of my family, Silvia, like your partner, is a Woke feminist. After the house was sold I lost contact with her, even though I wrote a letter to all my siblings on my birthday and mailed it to them.
My difference with the “Men Going Their Own Way” folk, who no longer see women, is that I’m not like them but a revolutionary.
Incels are feminised men. I, on the other hand, believe that it’s possible to destroy feminism overnight with The Day of the Rope. You can just imagine thousands of Woke women hanging all over the US for sleeping with niggers…
We must be patient for the transition of Aryan men from Happy Mode to Angry Mode (which is happening very slowly). And after the collapse of the dollar, from Combat Mode (defend your home with guns thanks to the 2nd amendment) to Killing Mode: finally, the revolution.
@ Benjamin,
Yes, but it’s more than that. Have you read Roger Devlin’s essays on feminism?
The purpose of marriage is to get you to work all day for the children as long as you know they’re yours.
That can only be done by forcing the woman into perpetual fidelity to her husband.
Without your own children, your blood, as is the case with your girlfriend, we couldn’t say that the marriage has been consummated, from this perspective.
Thank you for the reminder. I read the essays a while back (I think I shall refresh myself on them; re-read some parts of On Beth’s Cute Tits, which I did scan over again recently). I think I know why I forgot that detail.
In my case, unfortunately, a marriage never would be consummated, as I’m 100% infertile. I acted as a stepfather to her girls (when they were here), not that the spoilt, impertinent and feminised son wants me as one (the other one is out of the picture).
I still look forward to the idea of future adoption. This is the closest to a legitimate family of my own I can get (bar medical fertility treatments, which I think are a little out of my price range, plus I have to take my age into account). My line ends with me unfortunately. At least I have a lot of cousins with children (although, distressingly, some have entered miscegenated relationships, forever altering our historical family – the new generations of the family are unrecognisable)
That is the greatest catastrophe imaginable. At least when you adopt a child like yourself, s/he will always be genetically similar to an extended family.
Yes, it is. It’s destroyed huge portions of my life… that announcement by a doctor when I was in my early 20s. Left me hugely depressed knowing my existence was (until I leaned in a revolutionary direction) pointless. To be honest, fundamentally, I still find it barren and pointless to some degree, for this reason, even though I know rationally I could adopt; it’s still, wretchedly, a second best. Never once have the ‘doctors’ of the system considered that this news might affect me, and I was never talked to about the impact it had.
It upsets me greatly, as someone who very much wanted children, and thus – as I think is the crux of the tragedy, as you express – makes my cousins’ miscegenation all the more unbearable (it is unbearable anyway, but knowing I can’t even ‘compete’ naturally with them to keep the family intact…). I hate having family members who are traitors. They are lost to me, through their own stupid, feckless, ‘liberal’ decision making. I don’t think I could consider them related anymore, on a profoundly painful level, and still know I would treat them as any other traitor. It’s not like they’ve had much time for me anyway over the years, and they’d certainly not even engage with my autobiography (another long term thorn in my side is my extended family’s adulatory, borderline sycophantic relationship to Dad, their beloved ‘leader-counsel giver’).
I should say, obviously, I could never adopt in the UK, as the bearer of a ridiculous, railroaded TACT conviction (in tandem with their bizarre, lingering mental health overconcerns). Social services would never accommodate such a request here, and my ‘mental health’ is often used as a convenient cover by them for their real vendetta against me, which is almost purely political. Thus the desire to start a new life elsewhere, divorced from this terrible failed country, is of strong importance to me. It’s certainly a duty to raise good quality Aryan children, for their sakes and for the sake of the future, but it’s also a very deep personal pleasure/necessity to me, if I am to make any legitimate sense of my existence at all.
When I said “That is the greatest catastrophe imaginable” I was thinking of miscegenation, not sterility.
The incredible thing about your country is that you’re the best English/Irish person (since by professing both the 14 and the 4 words you’re already a priest) and they hate you.
The same goes for Hitler: the best politician in history is hated by the English.
At least we’re in good company…