People keep asking me for a recent photo to prove I’m alive. This is from last night, after the game.
On Sunday, I wrote an piece explain I was quitting the weekly news.
That was just a big joke. I was just trolling you. I’m just going to keep writing inane items about pointless news updates until I die in poverty from liver disease at the age of 61, at which point, management of the website will be turned over to my brain tumor.
No, no. I’m joking. I am quitting the news, but I don’t think the thing I wrote was totally clear on what that means. Here I will give a clear, concise, tight explanation of future plans.
Basically, I’m done doing daily news updates, saying things that are really obvious to me over and over again. The reason I was doing this is because that’s what keeps people visiting the site every day. But it doesn’t really matter if people visit the site every day. Those people already understand most of this stuff. Because of the censorship, there is no way to really grow the readership. Not only am I personally banned on every social media website, you can’t link the site on any social media website, and I am effectively totally de-listed on Google. The only way to get to the site is to type the url in the search bar. How can anyone new ever find the site? It’s virtually impossible.
So I’m not spreading a message in a meaningful way. Basically, I’m just entertaining the same group of people every day. I’m not getting anything out of it personally, although I have some fun, it largely feels like a slog. And I’m not getting paid. So the single reason to keep doing this would be to entertain this static group of people, the overwhelming majority of whom will not pay me.
Frankly, I’m glad people aren’t paying, at this point. For a long time, it was frustrating. Like, “come on, bro, wtf, you’re reading this shit every day, that’s like 2 hours of your week, just send me $25 a year, serious bro, wtf, why?” But the thing is: if every reader was throwing me $25 a year, I’d be paying for the site and making a respectable living, and I would just keep doing it until I was dead. Obviously, money is not anywhere close to my primary concern, or I wouldn’t be doing this ridiculous self-destructive behavior, running this website and totally ruining my life. But if there was steady and reliable money, honestly, I think I would keep doing it, because at least I’m keeping a record of the truth and so on.
But now, there’s nothing holding me back, and I can push myself into something else, which is actually going to result in something much more interesting. I have all these things I want to do, and the work on this site has largely prevented me from having the time to do these things. Like, for example, I have this novel, which you will like (or maybe you’ll hate it and think it’s shit, I don’t know), which I need 200 hours to finish. Approximately. If I cut this news, I can do that, maybe first. I can also do my normal, simple book, just outlining the truth about all of these various issues in a more refined and professional way. I can write this book about Indians (feather, not dot – I already wrote my book about dot Indians and it was just two words: “NUKE IT.”)
The thing I want to make clear is that the site is not going away. I have a very particular set of skills. I can produce 50,000 words a week, all of them good. So I’m going to keep the site alive, posting longer, better essays every week, maybe two, one, three, whatever. I might also write shorter things about current events that I want to write about. More or less, it’s going to stop being a daily news site, and more of a blog. Basically, I think most people will think the site is better. It’s possible I’ll get some other writers, and try to get something new up every day, so people can still check it every morning and find something fresh. But I’m not committing to that right now.
I will, for the time-being, commit to continuing to post Memetic Monday, along with some essays, maybe some other stuff, and of course, I will keep people updated about the books. I might also do a weekly podcast, though I’m not going to commit to that. Yet. I would like to make money, but it would be difficult to make less money than I do now, regardless of what I do.
I am also planning on taking a significant vacation, where I won’t post anything because I’m going to be in a cabin in the woods, brooding like some kind of vile psychopath. But I’m going to wait until summer.
Also, to be clear, this is going to wind down. I am not stopping today. I haven’t set a date. But I’m going to stop with the news articles, at some point, maybe the end of the month.
I’m actually really excited. It felt very liberating to finally pull the trigger after having worked this through in my head six million times over and realizing that if I want to push my goals, which include white supremacy and ridding the West of the Jew pest, as well as spiritual rival, along with other important missions, I need to be doing something different than lounging around in this ghetto, wasting my genius on pointless news items that actually affect nothing.
They would affect something, or rather my commentary would, if people were seeing it, but it’s all just you guys seeing it. See above reasoning: the only way for some to start reading this website is to be told about it either in person, like I guess at a bar or a coffee shop or something – or to receive a link by email. You can’t send links on Twitter or Facebook, even in private messages (at least on Facebook, I haven’t confirmed it on Twitter, but the block rules are usually the same for public posting and DMs). On Google, if you just type “Daily Stormer,” you have to scroll to I think page three to find the site. No one gets any of the keywords, ever, it’s all buried.
I am the greatest. One time, when the domain switched because the Rwandans sold me out (even though I gave them the idea to invade the DRC), I got a new domain that was not blocked by Google and some throwaway crap I wrote ended up at the top of Google News.
Previously, my underlying premise was that I needed to keep doing this in order to prove that the censorship didn’t work. But the censorship obviously did work. I can keep a couple million readers, okay, but these are the same people. Then the logic becomes that these people will spread the ideas, and of course all of these influencers copy my material, so I thought that’s worthwhile. Maybe it is worthwhile, sort of, but I am the master of analysis, and the ultimate redpiller, and I can do a lot better than this.
Right now, most of the articles do not stand on their own, and they are meant to be read together, over a period of time, you start to learn the themes and understand where I’m going with all of this. That is a great model, which I invented, but it can only be effective if the site can be spread through social media and search.
What I have come to understand is that the censorship has locked me down, and the fact that I’m keeping the site online, and soldiering on, is just keeping me from doing other things, which could have a bigger impact.
Books can be spread as e-books, and passed around wherever. Longer and more polished essays can be spread around in various ways, reposted on other sites.
Having the time to do fiction, which I am a bit shy about but which I think is going to be very well received, also provides another point of entry. I’m not writing political fiction, by the way. I’m not writing the Turner Diaries. I want to write stuff that is edgy, and has themes that resonate with my philosophies, but I’m not going to write political fiction, because that is gay and it sucks. I mean, Turner Diaries is sort of awesome and hilarious, but it’s frankly a bit ridiculous as well. But this stuff will be good. I can promise you that. No, I can’t promise that, actually. It could be garbage. But the two fiction pieces I’ve published here I wrote in a couple hours with no editing and I think they were quite a bit of fun, and people asked for more.
See:
Those were definitely not great. But it’s because fiction requires a lot more work than just spewing your thoughts out. I wrote those stories like I write articles. They could be much better.
I recently had a dream about moving in a house with an old friend and there was a door in the basement that led to a place where all of the people we knew from our lives lived in an ideal form in a kind of paradise, which sort of looked like Oz or where the Telletubbies live, and we went there and everyone was kind and lovely, then my friend went in and started murdering them. Then people in robes who were in an order that protects the fabric of realities came and put us both on trial. I have the notes, it doesn’t really totally make sense, but there was something there, and if I had 20 hours, instead of the standard 3 hours I get for a long essay, I could make something out of it. I would need to figure out what exactly it meant. It had to do with innocence, and the fact that the only reason people hurt other people is that someone else hurt them, and you have this cycle that goes back to Cain killing Able, where people do evil things to others because evil things were done to them, and how we’re really all just like scared children in this world.
I also had a dream a few weeks ago about this hostel where people do sick sexual shit with each other, use each other up, and then they become plants that an old woman cares for. I fell in love with this beautiful girl, and she told me we would get married and live in a house with so many children, and grow old together, and then we fell asleep together and I woke up to a noise and peeked through a door to see her getting gangbanged in candlelit room with pentagrams by men in animal masks. Then the next day, i realized she’d become a plant, and the old woman told me “don’t worry dear, I will see that she’s watered.” Then I drove away in an old VW Bug, and then looked down at my hands on the wheel to see they were turning brown and there were leaves beginning to grow from my flesh. I then realized that I hadn’t been watching the gang-bang, but actually participating in it. The meaning in this was more straightforward, people surrendering their souls to the desires of the flesh, the way we can give up the things that are sacred for fleeting indulgences, and we beings with eternal souls end up being nothing more than dust to go into the ground, feeding the plants, that even having used ourselves up, our atomic structure goes back into the earth to create more life. But that is a bit grotesque, that one. Frankly, the one about the basement portal with my friend murdering all of these sweet innocent people was also pretty grotesque.
The point is, those were not the best dreams I’ve had. I have all kinds of dreams. The good ones I wouldn’t share here, because if I tell people about a story I want to do, it sort of ruins my ability to write it most of the time. But I’ve got all of the best dreams, folks, with the most interesting themes, that are not about like, “now that the government has fallen, we have to kill all the niggers because of the Aryan race and the beauty of our women, I’ve been divorced five times but I have a sweet compound with a frigging gun range, and I’m not saying blow up the federal building because your skin is your uniform.”
I would actually write a parody of a right-wing political novel. But right now, I have an almost finished parody of a romance novel, which I am a bit concerned women will actually get off on, but that is basically already finished. I have all of the things.
If I can’t keep up daily articles, then I’m going to have to change the name of the site to “Intermittent Stormer.”
The real question is, will I continue to publish rambling ridiculous garbage that just goes in circles and barely makes sense while half drunk after the Super Bowl, drinking white monster because I feel like I need to constantly, even the day after I said I was not going to do this. “Hey, it’s the middle of the night, I’m half drunk, let me juice up, maybe put a double scoop of preworkout in for good measure, then write a repetitive circular nonsense thing that goes on forever about how I’m going to stop writing things like this.”
Oh, I thought of a top notch joke a few minutes ago, before I started writing this (27 minutes ago, according to the timestamp, 2300 words of totally worthless garbage that will drain me of all of my creative energies for the next four hours): “I like my women how I like my Monster: white and full of mood-altering chemicals.”
But the real reveal here is: I was going to bet the farm on the Chiefs, because this whole thing has been so completely rigged, this big satanic ordeal with Taylor the Tranny and Pfizer Trav ensuring the threefer because of crooked refs and the NFL now being basically a much more boring version of pro-wrestling, then I realized, right before making bet, that the vibe has changed across the board, and the bluepilled wokesters are going to have to flee to their safespace, so Tay was going to lose. And even if she wasn’t, I wasn’t putting money on The Devil’s Chiefs of Kikesus Shitty. So I moved my “farm” chip to the “Not Taylor” box, and then watched the Chiefs get wrecked like Tranny Tay would wreck the women’s beachball team. I want to thank Johnny Walker, Jack Daniels, and Jose Canseco for making this decision for me.
Basically, I doubled the farm, and now I can retire, and I’m not only not writing the news, I’m not writing anything. I’m going into complete retirement right in the middle of my midlife crisis. I’m typing this in front seat of the brand new Z06 I just bought, as I’m driving with my knees and winking at the 14-year-old Mongolian girl I successfully bride-kidnapped from some shithole village.
My new whip. As Marcus Aurelius said in the Meditations: “every midlife crisis is a midlife opportunity to ball out.”
The village where I pulled up outside the high school and found the top chick and said: “If you wanna go and take a ride with me, we 3-wheeling in the fo’ with the gold Ds. Oh, why do I live this way?”
We swooped through Dubai and I just dropped a few hundies on this bad bitch’s negress-style nails, we hit the mall and “shawty” is decked out in “drip” that is “pure fire.”
Kids these days smdh.
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Do a documentary series on Genghis Khan!
Give us a real photo, Andy. That’s a picture of John McAfee.
le master trole
Take up painting. It did wonders for Hunter’s bank account.
You should’ve truth bombed your wife’s school with homemade flyers (about the Jews)
And hand over your website to truth vigilante
Too bad.
Keep shitposting. You’re way better at it than me and it’s my favorite method of communication. Notice how pro wrestling fans are way smarter than NFL fans. They know that it’s fake and still love it. Tell an NFL fan it’s fake and they lose their mind. My brother is an NFL fan and I troll the shit out of him. Keep up the good work.
I don’t watch niggerball but how is it fake? lol
Yep, the favorite changed right before the teams took the field. I felt it. Chiefs didn’t have a chance once they got into the final game. That was the only goal of the whole season, Eagles v. Chiefs.
The Kendrick Lamarr ghetto halftime should have been the clue.
Great, now we’re going to get 6,000,000 boomers chiming in to “correct” you.
I think it’s a picture of Charles Bukowski with, no doubt, booze on his breath. Sean Penn idolized this hard-drinking guy, maybe Andrew Anglin does too; here are a few of Bukowski’s quotes:
“You begin saving the world by saving one man at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics.”
“Genius might be the ability to say a profound thing in a simple way.”
https://quotesgram.com/charles-bukowski-quotes/
Nah, we’re smarter than wrestling fans. We don’t spend any money on this shit.
From reading the Stormer, Andre’s either moved house or dramatically changed his sleep/activity cycle in recent weeks.
I would guess the former, by two time zones.
Today’s MSM reporting on Superbowl (no interest in watching the game at all) was funny. Trump vs. Taylor Swift, both supporting the same team, would fit a Dead or Alive style fighting game. Also featuring Melania, Baron, Don Junior, Kelce, various others.
It wouldn’t quite work in Streetfighter or King of Fighters style.
One refreshing thing they’ve all got in common, no tattoos. Come to that, same with those games.
I knew it sounded too good to be true.
You know, Andrew, one way of avoiding liver disease is to stop drinking.
Maybe those mystical dreams and visions you were having were sent with the purpose of, not convincing you to make the major life change of writing less or hunting more (or whatever) but of inducing you to reconsider your drinking habit, thereby extending your life. Maybe they were sent as a promise (or warning) of what is to come unless you change your ways? In which case, this “mid-life crisis” might crisis might have actually come in the middle of your life, and you’ll manage to live to roughly 80 or beyond and not die at 61 of cirrhosis or a shotgun blast to the head as you apparently fear.
Perhaps channel this existential crisis you’re having into improving your health habits.
Moreover, while some people claim that drinking makes them better writers, is this actually true? Is there anything to back this up? If you need substances to improve your writing maybe experiment with stuff that is safer and less hard on the liver?
Now I get it. You punked us. You juiced us good, man. Don’t scare us like that again.
We need your insights and wit now more than ever as the West devolves into an amorphous mass of brown and black undulating, humanoidal protoplasm.
“Trump vs. Taylor Swift, both supporting the same team, would fit a Dead or Alive style fighting game.”
I wasn’t paying attention. Don’t care about the game, but what did Taylor do to ruin BananaFest 2025?
there’s way too much anglin on unz, the majority of which is most likely written by elvis dunderhoff.
Re-enact a rap battle between Andrew Anglin and Adolf Hitler
https://x.com/i/grok/share/Q0aoTIjrOfrp2enNILeAKk1RM
Very true Anon. All heavy drinkers and smokers should visit a hospital to see how people die from them. Nearly everyone in my father’s family died that way. When you see it, you’ll never joke about it again.
Writing needs a purpose. Preaching a philosophy to a few hundred of the the converted is pointless. If your audience is small and not growing, you need to change.
If somebody could be assed to do a reverse image search we could find out if it is McAfee or Bukowski.
I cannot.
USAID goes down.
The Daily Stormer goes down.
Hmmm…
Old people die from them. If you haven’t lived your life when reaching old age then time is up.
That being said, I know a friend of my father, habitual drinker. Probably the healthiest among his friends of football buddies (several which have already died or suffering dementia). In fact, all the big drinkers on that team appear to be doing fine, while the health nuts have succumbed early. Two with cancer, two with dementia, one with Parkinson. Interestingly, the two cancer guys ate well, drank little and exercised at a high level.
I was really just joking yesterday about my praise for Anglin and his work on the Daily Stormer, too. It was supposed to be satirical and not very serious at all. But after my sixth Kölsch/Stolichnaya boilermaker, I was too drunk to make it work, and so it came out looking much more sincere than was ever intended. And now I’m left with this vague feeling of shame. Like the feeling you get the next morning after blacking out at an office party.
But I’ve been through worse and so far it hasn’t been a bad Monday. Not only did I wake up to the news that my Philly niggas beat the shit out of Tay’s niggas, but now I’m also reading that Anglin’s not quitting the Daily Stormer. And this last part has really made my day because now I don’t have to go back to the NYT, CNN, WaPo and BBC.
I just wish he wouldn’t keep us off balance all the time.
I still think, though, that the Daily Stormer needs a new vision. Otherwise, the Daily Stormer will become little more than a site that delivers the same content to the same people for no monetary gain, has no real source of organic growth, and never actually becomes a catalyst for change. Or, in other words, the Daily Stormer will remain where the Jews are seemingly content for it to remain: annoying but safely ineffectual.
I know. It’s one man against six million Jews. Yet it’s not until the odds are this bad that the existentialist turns pro. And that was really the only part I was serious about yesterday and Anglin probably gets this and might be why there is a picture of Sartre at the top of the article.
So, yes, unless the Daily Stormer can somehow pass through the veil, it will continue to remain in stasis: entertaining, provocative but ineffectual with respect to being a catalyst for real change.
I have an 8th of vacuum sealed Golden Teachers saved for a special occasion. I don’t think this is it. But it did get me to thinking…
What’s the frequency, Kenneth?
It’s not that that she did anything to spefically ruin it, it’s already a total joke.
Andrew, are you working out? I’ll bet you would look really good in a biker jacket and blue jeans!
The photo’s of Bukowski. This came up as top result for me: https://writingcooperative.com/the-courage-to-write-as-our-true-selves-90c6f96c3dd7
Can’t help but notice that it kind of ties in with what Anglin was saying about the numbers of people repackaging his work and making at least small fortunes from it. AA is still coming out ahead in all of this, either way. A better person and in a better place, both.
The time might be right for a sabbatical to the dark continent. Once there, maybe start up an orphanage or school for the unwanted. You could prepare them for a new life in the modern world. You know you’ve got it in you.
Notice how pro wrestling fans are way smarter than NFL fans.
I’ve never noticed that.
I have noticed that the most dedicated wrestling fans are children.
Tell an NFL fan it’s fake and they lose their mind.
If the NFL was fake then career ending injuries wouldn’t happen.
It would be like Wrasslin where a 300 pound guy jumps on a 120 pound woman and everyone goes home without an injury.
NFL teams have lost their entire season early due to a single injury. If it was canned then they would only pretend to sack the quarterbacks.
There are plenty of reasons to not watch football but that is not one of them.
This just proves nothing good ever happens for white people.
Does this have legs?
https://twitter.com/BasedSamParker/status/1888948563880857866/video/1
“A certain set of skills?’
Ali came out of retirement too. He looks great doesn’t he?
I think you should get even drunker and do NOT forget to eat your ham TINA!!!!
Yes. Professional football is professional wrestling. Only it’s fixed not for entertainment’s sake, but for the gambling.
Perhaps you need someone special in your life. Someone who completes you and helps you to grow. We all need love.
Twitter has kicked off Kanye West again this time for good.
https://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-14379733/Kanye-West-Twitter-deactivated-Elon-Musk-anti-Semitic-misogynistic-racist.html
Agree. No matter what people may think, professional sports are run by bookies. It doesn’t mean they fix every single game but they fix those they need to fix to make the big money. Sometimes they’re found out, but mostly not.
Mr. Anglin’s outstanding wit and satire reminds me of the “court jesters” utilized by many royals in the days of kings and queens. A successful witticist and satirist could get away with making pronouncements critical of the royals clouding them as jokes, evoking laughter as the royals were smart enough to want to know what their subjects were thinking. The court jester provided a valuable service.
Mr. Anglin provides the same valid pronouncements and arguments, truths disguised as comedy as the court jesters did in the days of old.
Keep ’em coming, Mr. Anglin. You are doing a good job.
Thanks, Mr.Anglin…
“Write drunk, edit dunker.”
~ Angry White Dude (PBUH)
NFL games might not be fake but they certainly are “fixed”. I’ll bet that certain well-off gamblers are “in the know” and have knowledge of who will come out on top.
Regarding the DOGE government accountability push, the Trump administration made a brilliant move by going after USAID.
Trump cannot presently get to the CIA directly. USAID is a “funneling method” for CIA operations. Any CIA operations (shenanigans) of any worth go through USAID.
By shutting down the USAID money spigot, Trump has effectively neutered most of the CIA.
Keep in mind that the CIA is the world’s largest (illegal) drug importer and promoter as it does not abide by any customs inspections. One could safely argue that the CIA is the largest (illegal) drug cartel in the world. This is how the CIA funds its “black projects” without going through Congress.
Trump’s DOGE team might have just found a way to neuter the CIA or at least minimize or put a crimp in its operations.
Apparently the way the refs make calls. I don’t believe the players are in on it because there is no way that many niggers could keep their mouths shut. They would not penalize KC forever and penalize the other teams for anything so KC always gains yards that way. Recently instead of penalizing Kelce they fined him instead which is totally abnormal. Now the administration changed, everybody booing Taylor Swift who Trump hates and like changing on a dime KC loses horribly. TBH I thought Trump going to the superbowl was a trick to try to pull off another assassination attempt but nothing happened. That would have made it worth watching for once.
The tramp on the photo is it you or your father?
Or just another “trolling”…
I was hoping you were quitting, leaving some place for your better, you got me, I am now disappointed but hey, I will just ignore your posts like I do most of time…
Mr “A”: I think you should take that new ride down the HT Gonzo superhighway and punch it!! Best!
I meant to post the version of Science Fiction Double Feature with the adult Anne Frank playing an usherette, but Youtube is making it very hard to impossible now.
It is interesting, they exempt *certain* clips and talking-dick videos, but for many others, they block embedded playback as soon as it is seen. Would enjoy an explanation from someone who truly understands what they are doing and how.
However, I downloaded that song to my phone before, so can enjoy it now anyway.
Except for my own sounds, pics, and vids, my main interest of now is in the Brainf*** programming language. At first I thought ‘If you want a minimal language, why not 8-bit assembly?’, but Brainf***, is much lower level.
Have one simple project in mind, but it is not at all simple in Brainf***.
Seems like good exercise so far.
NFL games might not be fake but they certainly are “fixed”. I’ll bet that certain well-off gamblers are “in the know” and have knowledge of who will come out on top.
Sports betting works by not having to know who wins.
They try to guess a winner in an NFL game but it doesn’t matter if they get it wrong.
There are enough side bets like the spread to cover an upset.
They’ve come up with a system where the house always wins. They don’t need to cheat.
Shouldn’t there be a war between the DEA and the CIA? Or does the DEA just clear out CIA’s competition in the drug business?
There is no AI good enough to conjure that penultimate Lovecraftian horror. Thank God.
“fixed” is the term. the damage done to niggers is an acceptable loss to the kike bookies and owners. lots more waiting in the wings. stupid whiteboys cheering at niggers while they can drink and grill and lie about their worthless existence.
I read Andrews work even though I am gay. I can’t be the only one. Even though he bashes us, I agree with many of his political views.
Trolling is like using an exclamation point. It should be done sparingly, else it loses its effect. A seems never to have learned this simple fact. Tell us about your brain tumor again.
One of the things that makes me laugh is the fact that I probably was in the Philippines at the same time that A was. On a clear evening I could look South, down the Tanon Straight from Chili bar, and see the lights from Dumaguete. Unlike A, I wasn’t seeking enlightenment in the jungle by gazing at my navel. Pussy, scuba diving, and a few San Miguel beers was about the limit of my interests. Was my youth misspent? It sure didn’t seem so at the time.
Good luck A. Hope the Yids don’t get you.
Sulu
Stormer Over Asia? Lolly Khan? As the Woodster once cried, “Pithy yet degenerate!” And if the Golden Horde won’t rise again, Anglin can ride a golden ho through to the next Co-Prosperity Sphere. Hail to thee, White Man’s Kryptonite, whoever your forebears were, and may some blessedly Jew-free Central Asian kingdom receive your hapa issue, should any entail from this latest greatest creative swerve from the internet’s most fearless outlaw.
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I suspect Andrew Anglin knows the Anti-Christ will be emerging soon, and so he wants to lower his profile and not stick his head up so prominently. Despite his maneuvering, Chop Chop.
Here you go Andy.
This guy writes the same thing over and over and over. He’s turned his doom predictions just around the corner and prepping posts into 8 books and multiple websites.
You can do the same. Just stay away from the racist crap.
Professional sports are definitely fixed.
Concerning writing novels and such.
Of the Brits, the best guy to study sentences and wordchoices would be Kingsley Amis (not to be confused with his postmodernist son Martin). Slim, excellent books. Recommended: Girl, 20; Stanley and the Women; Difficulties with Girls.
A similarly retro black farce-master is Tom Sharpe. Recommended: Wilt; The Great Pursuit; The Throwback.
Of the Americans, there are two writers, one pre-Chandler (Dashiel Hammett), and one post-Chandler (Ross Macdonald), who can actually write and describe the human condition without descending into aggressive wankery. Another Macdonald, John D, is surprisingly good, especially with the Travis McGee books, especially the 1960s ones.
Frogs: Georges Simenon’s books on Maigret are an example of fine, non-wanky writing by a continental.
And, of course, on the human condition in its immeasurable depth, at least one of the Tolstoys that got Tom Wolfe to try his hand at novels. Most would say War and Peace, but I say Anna Karenina is the one novel that periodically produces a gentle out-of-body experience in the reader, via the technique of subtly adding layers and layers into a scene, until suddenly a phase-shift occurs.
wow…a mick who would rather sit around and drink all day instead of working. who woulda thunk it?
i kid. i kid your 500 kids and liver the size of a dime.
it’s tl;dr feelgood after the self indulgent “mah site has millions of views a second yet i make no money” word wall. good luck not attention whoring like every other dork who ever “quit teh computernets 4eva”. as soon as the hebrew himmlers restart the trains heading east you’ll be back to tell us water is wet and it’s “because wimmun” for some reason.
and how are you so sure it’s the middle of your life?
Oh, blow it out your ass, you weird boomer homo.
Especially football, the one they call soccer, at all levels including referees, players and clubs.
I notice that sometimes when a top team plays a weak side and the result is not relevant to the top team, the top team, even though a favourite at the bookies, loses. You could say they just can’t be bothered trying hard enough and want to take it easy but the bookies end up winning loads of money when the favourite loses. So maybe such games are not really fixed but it kind of amounts to the same thing.
Professional wrestling may be fake but injuries do happen. Although the fights are choreographed, there are accidents and many wrestlers have suffered bad injuries. There’s also all the drugs and steroids use in professional wrestling.
Tom Sharpe, Riotous Assembly.
That was entertaining!
AA had better snark but when AH spoke it still inspired fear and trembling—you could feel the tanks rumbling in your bones.
Thank you for that.
For many decades I’ve tried to grasp that moment in an argument when what we have been arguing against, we are now arguing for. Hegel understood it. Marx tried to pin it down. I’ve noted it but never been subtle enough to diagram it. You’re the only other person I’ve read who has taken note of it. My mind is not good enough to ever be able to restage it but I recognize it when it occurs. Thanks again. It’s reassuring to know there’s a brighter person than I out there.
So you think you invented the technique of publishing a series of articles that expand on an idea/philosophy/political theory until a shift in thinking or public awareness? The worst part is there is an audience of white men who just believe this and don’t think critically.
I’m assuming that you probably get more reads here Andrew, than over at the Stormer.
You’re a young guy. Take a few breaths for a few weeks if you need to.
Keep up the writing here, many of us enjoy it, and a podcast seems the way to go if you can figure out how to do it.
Is that the one where they subjected the cops to electrical aversion therapy to stop them from banging black women, but instead accidently turned them all into trannies?
A genius for the preposterous, that guy.
I notice that sometimes when a top team plays a weak side and the result is not relevant to the top team, the top team, even though a favourite at the bookies, loses.
Vegas predictions of football game winners are normally correct:
https://www.vegasodds.com/blog/how-accurate-are-vegas-odds/
You can’t win by betting on the predicted winner. You have to make a bet like the spreads of multiple games.
They have a system setup that favors them in the long term.
There is no need to cheat or work with the teams. It’s no different than slots or blackjack. They have a mathematical system where the house always wins over time and people show up to play.
It’s a good thing you didn’t. I bet a small subsistence farm on the Eagles.
Yes.
Agreed.
Andrew Anglin’s non-PC style reminds me of the wittier, doesn’t-give-two-shits, humor I’d hear from “The Comedian” you’d get from time to time on men-only construction sites and work barges. With all the hours working side by side, and even sleeping bunked together for months at a time, you’d be glad to have a funny guy around to lighten the strenuousness and tedium of the hard work life. That’s Andrew Anglin: he lightens up this site with his fun-to-read, unfiltered, “racist,” humor. I hope he sticks around for years to come.