The Power of the Unconventional White Response

Or, not giving a fuck what your neighbors think about your respect of Fascism, the ONLY Ideology to Ever oppose jewish Communism/Socialism/Capitalism.

I have advanced degrees from one of the most academically rigorous universities in the world. It used to not allow niggers. William Marsh Rice founded it. He was Rockefeller rich, but Race Aware. It is now a cucked cesspool, but in 1989, still tough as fuck. We even had football teams that went 0-11, because they were all White! Paradise.

Used those “credentials” to enter in to tech at its inception, and then my intellect to emulate a technologist, although I never was one. I got very, very lucky, from a timing perspective. White men who only liked the White Race could work at Apple, in the 1990’s. I was very clear, as was my wife Christine, with my Apple colleagues and friends, we fucking hated Leftists, and the jews who funded it all. Lasted 8 years, did not lose my job. They saw us as strange, “Colonialist” oddities of the atrophied Patriarchy.

My wife, Christine, even argued at one debauched Apple party, thrown by my boss at his home, (he called me a “reactionary.” But he secretly admired my politics.) with her hated adversary, a jewish kikess developer my boss was forced to take in to his brilliant group. Christine had consumed much wine, told the kikess that she loved being a housewife, wanted a house full of babies, and enjoyed swallowing every drop of semen I could shoot down her throat! The jewess was mortified, a woman could like sex with a man, put my pleasure first, and want to bring more (very!) White Babies in to the world. The nerds there were also stunned, mostly on Christine’s side! The developer bitch’s name was Shari, EVERY SINGLE TIME. A typical UGLY, Northern Kalifornia jew. Barff. Christine was still in her 20’s, and she would have been beautiful in any state, or Nation, particularly so in NoCal! Shari HATED her!

When I began to tell CEO’s I worked with at start-ups in the Silicon Valley, “It’s the jews,” they reacted as though I had just offered to murder someone. One CEO, who I knew very well, a Brit, just laughed! My very close friend, boss, and CMO, who claimed he was a Republican, nearly puked his sushi up when I shared my “White Power Levels” with him, in 2018/2019. “Please do not speak like that again to me. I have three daughters, all Liberals (two were at Vassar!) and I love them. “Chris, why would you love them, they are being taught to replace you, to hate you. Your success, your manhood, is anathema to them. Why are you paying places like Wellesley College, to indoctrinate your kids?” Logic did not work. He had spoken, and he would not listen. But, I waded fearlessly in to the ass end of our Race. Sure, he had Stanford and Oxford on his resume, but on Racial Matters, he was just another stupid, Gen X cunt.

TODAY, 2024, a few (not many!) of those recent colleagues still speak to me! They would never hire me, and some of them received calls from the FBI, and the jewish Sayonim to fire me! Yeah, they do that. How do you think the Executive Ranks of tech companies became COMPLETELY co-opted? Christine and I are very fortunate, we each inherited a nice chunk, and invested our Apple stock winnings from 1999/2000 rather conservatively and wisely. It is not really enough to be “FUCK YOU MONEY,” but, enough to survive well, in a place like Bulgaria, although our days of McMansions and Aston Martins are completely over. And, our second wife (Christine’s sister wife) Tereza, comes from old Czech/Bohemian money, so she is more of an asset than a financial burden. Once the damn Czech lawyers helping us obtain legal custody over her ex-husband are done fleecing us!

I am using what resources we have in aggregate, to get further off the grid a bit, and have a LOT of White children. After many years of large investments in White Streamers and dissidents, I decided the best thing I could do, is raise White Soldiers. My once psychotically jealous wife, now allows me other wives, and even some sport fucking. Are we still Purity Spiraling National Socialists? Perhaps not.

Christine was reading some Gnostic authors a few years after we left Apple. Methodism was not working for her. One, has a kike name, but I think he was a Christian or Pagan Brit. Neal Kramer (ughh). In perhaps 2005-2007, she showed me an article she read of his, or a blog. She rarely repeatedly read the same thing, she is a vociferous reader, mostly classics we all would like. But, she got very, very hung up on this one article…

Dawn Of The Autodidact

An autodidact is someone who is largely self-taught. The autodidactic impulse is often characterized by a commitment in the individual to be a self-directed and life-long learner. There is an inherent appreciation that real knowledge is best transmitted direct to the discerning student, without any requirement for official mediation. Famous autodidacts include: William Blake, HP Lovecraft, Leonardo Da Vinci, Michael Faraday, Joseph Campbell, Nikola Tesla, George Bernard Shaw, Ernest Hemmingway, Frank Lloyd Wright, Edgar Alan Poe, Doris Lessing, Benjamin Franklin, Jakob Bohme, Abraham Lincoln, the Wright Brothers, Walt Whitman, Stanley Kubrick, Frank Zappa, John Cage, Arthur C Clarke, Joseph Conrad and Thomas Edison.

Being an autodidact does not mean having no formal education at all. It simply means that it is not the chief source of one’s learning. In the above examples, as it happens, many actually never did see the inside of a classroom. But even for those who did, they either dropped out, or relegated their formal education to mere background noise, from which their own autonomous learning sprang forth, far beyond the intellectual or temporal reach of any institution.

In my own life, I have routinely acknowledged that the most insightful people I have met have all been autodidacts. In some instances, the breadth and penetration of their knowing totally eclipses any apparently corresponding academic mindset. The opposite side of this equation has also proven true; the professors and Cambridge graduates that I have conversed with, at length, have been some of the least discerning and most blinkered folk imaginable. They particularly mark themselves out in this negative aspect by way of their own claims of achievement and authority. Very disagreeable. Of course, this is purely anecdotal and constitutes little more than a broad generalization. However, it does draw one’s attention to certain facets of the autodidactic method that warrant a closer look.

I read Kramer’s blog a number of times. Christine wanted me (she needed me!) to understand my vitae/credentials/degrees were worse than worthless, they had dragged me/her in to working boring jobs, for high pay, and no real satisfaction. Was building products for boring Sony at the time. EASY job! I traveled, spoke, and wrote the same MRD/PRD documents I had written for a decade. Could do it in my sleep.

She was telling me I had chosen poorly for a career. It was a tough smack, from a woman I adored, one I knew loved me. Nobody else on the planet could have told me to chuck everything I knew, and our high paying meal ticket, and start over. I did though. Quit Sony, went to work for mostly small startups until my career ended thanks to Convid and jew naming, and me being horribly doxxed. But, I would not be in Bulgaria if I remained that boring old Product Manager.

Losing my stupid Twatter/JewTube and Gab accounts would not have me here, writing long form on SubStack, pouring out my soul and life to better and smarter people than I met on those larger platforms. I can be brutally candid here. And, when I am too candid, I get smacked around by you well meaning, mostly Christian sorts!

We went from a (admittedly) boring 34 years of fucking like missionaries, to today’s wild and fun, (somewhat!) degenerate lifestyle! Christine left church this morning. She asked the Little Boy, what do you want to do today? Who of course said, “pet goats on the farm!” She asked Tereza, who simply said, “Church makes me horny, let’s go to Irakli Beach!” She smiled, looked at me, “Commander Asshole? What sayest thou my fearless leader, and Teutonic Knight?” “I met two Danish girls at my new gym last night, you guys do what you want, I want to go fuck them both!” Tereza punched my Left Arm, Christine got the right one! Christine hits WAY harder! The little boy jumped in to my arms, like a wild human, screaming, “GOATS!” Happiest I have been in many years! Have a Great Sunday, wherever you may be in the world!

The great privilege of the autodidact is that they have a totally free hand to do whatever they want. Nobody can censor, prejudice or divert them from their own chosen areas of study. They can go where they want, when they want. No concept is too far out, no subject is taboo, no creative tangents are considered a waste of time and belief systems are often gratifyingly upgraded or even totally jettisoned. With correct alignment, all this information processing acts as a jumpgate for transmutation into the felt-experience of real wisdom.

The real discipline of the independent thinker and the spiritual warrior, lies not in their scholarly capabilities and education, nor even in the anchoring of their knowledge into felt experience – it is in their willingness to transform their own consciousness. To change. This means letting go of things that we think we need, things we have become attached to, things we suspect might even be essential parts of us. More than anything else, it is this clinging to self that prevents us from moving forward. We sometimes forget that we are not the avatar.

AND, I think that is how, ultimately, we END jew World. You’ve got to chuck it ALL Brothers, and Sisters. Some of you might be women who think “I don’t need no man,” but we need each other. Some of you might be guys who see women as giant sink holes for money, legally allowed to Divorce Rape you with half of Tel Aviv’s faggots as her weapon. They are! They can! Still…

"There they stood, ranged along the hill-sides, met
To view the last of me, a living frame 
For one more picture! in a sheet of flame
I saw them and I knew them all. And yet
Dauntless the slug-horn to my lips I set,
And blew “Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came.”

                        -- Browning