Montasque posted:

February 22-25. So much has changed in the American right over the past year... CPAC will seem like folk music festival compared to what the Trumpian alt-righters are putting out.

Fidel Castronaut posted:

Pener Kropoopkin posted:

None of the alt-right omega males have the constitution for a slugfest. They're just going to start open carrying at their events, because they'd rather kill someone than risk being humiliated.

Montasque posted:

That's 'alt-right' comedian Sam Hyde with 'alt-right' internet personality Brittany Venti. They, and dozens of /pol/ tards decided to 'troll' Shia LaBeouf's HE WILL NOT DIVIDE US art instillation this weekend.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=up5nC9BaDiA

The Kingfish posted:

Milo is a dipshit but I don't think he is the fash.

The Kingfish posted:

I think it's fine for colleges to host speakers I disagree with as long as they aren't Fascist.

The Kingfish posted:

Why?

BrutalistMcDonalds posted:

I have a radical friend in Austin in fact who is freaked out by these people. Sure there is varying degrees of bad among them but I find it useful talking to my dad about growing up in Texas in the late 60s early 70s. poo poo was hosed up, yo!

Pener Kropoopkin posted:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X3_qUDwF-Ns

Pener Kropoopkin posted:

Country would be 1000x better if it went back to being pot smoking rednecks instead of pop party boys

Mermaid Autopsy posted:

“I suspect that beneath your offensively and vulgarly effeminate façade there may be a soul of sorts. Have you read widely in Boethius?"
"Who? Oh, heavens no. I never even read newspapers."
"Then you must begin a reading program immediately so that you may understand the crises of our age," Ignatius said solemnly. "Begin with the late Romans, including Boethius, of course. Then you should dip rather extensively into early Medieval. You may skip the Renaissance and the Enlightenment. That is mostly dangerous propaganda. Now that I think of it, you had better skip the Romantics and the Victorians, too. For the contemporary period, you should study some selected comic books."
"You're fantastic."
"I recommend Batman especially, for he tends to transcend the abysmal society in which he's found himself. His morality is rather rigid, also. I rather respect Batman.”

Mermaid Autopsy posted:

All of this has happened before, and all of this will happen again

(Except Ignatius was more well-read than modern Kekistan residents)

quote:

With the breakdown of the Medieval system, the gods of Chaos, Lunacy, and Bad Taste gained ascendancy.” Ignatius was writing in one of his Big Chief tablets.

After a period in which the western world had enjoyed order, tranquility, unity, and oneness with its True God and Trinity, there appeared winds of change which spelled evil days ahead. An ill wind blows no one good. The luminous years of Abélard, Thomas à Becket, and Everyman dimmed into dross; Fortuna’s wheel had turned on humanity, crushing its collarbone, smashing its skull, twisting its torso, puncturing its pelvis, sorrowing its soul. Having once been so high, humanity fell so low. What had once been dedicated to the soul was now dedicated to the sale.

“That is rather fine,” Ignatius said to himself and continued his hurried writing.

Merchants and charlatans gained control of Europe, calling their insidious gospel “The Enlightenment.” The day of the locust was at hand, but from the ashes of humanity there arose no Phoenix. The humble and pious peasant, Piers Plowman, went to town to sell his children to the lords of the New Order for purposes that we may call questionable at best. (See Reilly, Ignatius J., Blood on Their Hands: The Crime of It All, A study of some selected abuses in sixteenth century Europe, a Monograph, 2 pages, 1950, Rare Book Room, Left Corridor, Third Floor, Howard-Tilton Memorial Library, Tulane University, New Orleans 18, Louisiana. Note: I mailed this singular monograph to the library as a gift; however, I am not really certain that it was ever accepted. It may well have been thrown out because it was only written in pencil on tablet paper.) The gyre had widened; The Great Chain of Being had snapped like so many paper clips strung together by some drooling idiot; death, destruction, anarchy, progress, ambition, and self-improvement were to be Piers’ new fate. And a vicious fate it was to be: now he was faced with the perversion of having to GO TO WORK.

His vision of history temporarily fading, Ignatius sketched a noose at the bottom of the page. Then he drew a revolver and a little box on which he neatly printed GAS CHAMBER. He scratched the side of the pencil back and forth across the paper and labeled this APOCALYPSE. When he had finished decorating the page, he threw the tablet to the floor among many others that were scattered about. This had been a very productive morning, he thought. He had not accomplished so much in weeks. Looking at the dozens of Big Chief tablets that made a rug of Indian headdresses around the bed, Ignatius thought smugly that on their yellowed pages and wide-ruled lines were the seeds of a magnificent study in comparative history. Very disordered, of course. But one day he would assume the task of editing these fragments of his mentality into a jigsaw puzzle of a very grand design; the completed puzzle would show literate men the disaster course that history had been taking for the past four centuries. In the five years that he had dedicated to this work, he had produced an average of only six paragraphs monthly. He could not even remember what he had written in some of the tablets, and he realized that several were filled principally with doodling. However, Ignatius thought calmly, Rome was not built in a day.

Ignatius pulled his flannel nightshirt up and looked at his bloated stomach. He often bloated while lying in bed in the morning contemplating the unfortunate turn that events had taken since the Reformation. Doris Day and Greyhound Scenicruisers, whenever they came to mind, created an even more rapid expansion of his central region. But since the attempted arrest and the accident, he had been bloating for almost no reason at all, his pyloric valve snapping shut indiscriminately and filling his stomach with trapped gas, gas which had character and being and resented its confinement. He wondered whether his pyloric valve might be trying, Cassandralike, to tell him something. As a medievalist Ignatius believed in the rota Fortunae, or wheel of fortune, a central concept in De Consolatione Philosophiae, the philosophical work which had laid the foundation for medieval thought. Boethius, the late Roman who had written the Consolatione while unjustly imprisoned by the emperor, had said that a blind goddess spins us on a wheel, that our luck comes in cycles. Was the ludicrous attempt to arrest him the beginning of a bad cycle? Was his wheel rapidly spinning downward? The accident was also a bad sign. Ignatius was worried. For all his philosophy, Boethius had still been tortured and killed. Then Ignatius’s valve closed again, and he rolled over on his left side to press the valve open.

“Oh, Fortuna, blind, heedless goddess, I am strapped to your wheel,” Ignatius belched. “Do not crush me beneath your spokes. Raise me on high, divinity.”

“What you mumbling about in there, boy?” his mother asked through the closed door.

“I am praying,” Ignatius answered angrily.

“Patrolman Mancuso’s coming today to see me about the accident. You better say a little Hail Mary for me, honey.”

“Oh, my God,” Ignatius muttered.

“I think it’s wonderful you praying, babe. I been wondering what you do locked up in there all the time.”

“Please go away!” Ignatius screamed. “You’re shattering my religious ecstasy.”

Bouncing up and down on his side vigorously, Ignatius sensed a belch rising in his throat, but when he expectantly opened his mouth he emitted only a small burp. Still, the bouncing had some physiological effect. Ignatius touched the small erection that was pointing downward into the sheet, held it, and lay still trying to decide what to do. In this position, with the red flannel nightshirt around his chest and his massive stomach sagging into the mattress, he thought somewhat sadly that after eighteen years with his hobby it had become merely a mechanical physical act stripped of the flights of fancy and invention that he had once been able to bring to it. At one time he had almost developed it into an art form, practicing the hobby with the skill and fervor of an artist and philosopher, a scholar and gentleman. There were still hidden in his room several accessories which he had once used, a rubber glove, a piece of fabric from a silk umbrella, a jar of Noxema. Putting them away again after it was all over had eventually grown too depressing.

Ignatius manipulated and concentrated. At last a vision appeared, the familiar figure of the large and devoted collie that had been his pet when he was in high school. “Woof!” Ignatius almost heard Rex say once again. “Woof! Woof! Arf!” Rex looked so lifelike. One ear drooped. He panted. The apparition jumped over a fence and chased a stick that somehow landed in the middle of Ignatius’s quilt. As the tan and white fur grew closer, Ignatius’s eyes dilated, crossed, and closed, and he lay wanly back among his four pillows, hoping that he had some Kleenex in his room.

Montasque posted:

biggest MAGA Pepe alt-right guy on my Facebook is an Indian Hindu dude. A lot of young South Asian, and South East Asian Pepes.

Slim Jim Pickens posted:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sgUD6Hflc4I

consumed by normies posted:

sneakyfrog posted:

i dont get that virtue signalling thing either isnt that just basically what being alive and having convictions is or it a new flavor of dumb?

BrutalistMcDonalds posted:

So in this Nazi Discord channel I've been scanning, one person mentions they run a 30-person alt-right group between Austin and San Antonio.

I'm guessing these are the thugs who've been giving my left-wing friends in Austin some problems. Also the number came as a surprise to me that it's that big. I used to live in that area and am pretty familiar with it, and it surprised me as I'm in DFW (around six million people), which can be quite conservative, but where organized neo-Nazi activity seems pretty minimal.

I've got a theory though so I've made a map:



So the name for this region is the Hill Country, which is distinct because it's the traditional Texas-German region. It's also, as the name fits, very hilly starting west of the Balcones Fault. (The faultline actually runs just to the west of I-35, but it reads more clearly where I drew it on the map slightly more to the east. You get the picture, though.) The hills inhibit development, so the Hill Country west of the fault line remains very rural.

The region is also a white enclave and is whiter (mainly west of the fault, east is Hispanic) than many parts of rural Texas. At the same time, development is rushing in, pincer-like, from Austin and San Antonio. With comes development comes a more diverse population and a very-rapidly growing Hispanic population in particular.

I think the region's German heritage is another reason why. There aren't many German speakers left, but its German-ness is why it was a Unionist area during the Civil War. It's a right-wing arch-Republican bastion now, and you'll see neo-Confederate stuff in there, but I think the Confederate stuff is less prevalent than in East Texas, which is more generally Dixie-like and where you'll see more battle flags being flown from houses. That's just a guess though.

But adding it all up, the region has a white youth population which is more amenable to a Nazi ideology that promotes a siege-like mentality.

HorseRenoir posted:

the bill hicks of the furry convention circuit

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yyNVXqxRJMA

A Gnarlacious Bro posted:

https://www.reddit.com/user/justforlulzandkeks