Why People Stopped Caring About Hipsters In 2015

Shane Eide

July 5, 2018

The Sovereignty of Persuasion

Shane Eide

March 9, 2018

Political Identities Are Like Religions (and Vice Versa)

Shane Eide

December 29, 2017

Racialists Want to Control Who You Have Sex With

Shane Eide

December 10, 2017

The Theater Of Violence-Activism Is Performed At The Expense Of Civil War

Charlottesville, Sacramento, Berkeley — we’re watching a microcosmic re-enactment of Weimar Republic brownshirt-vs.-reds violence in real-time, complete with the same flags being flown.  

Richard Spencer To Launch JQ Magazine

'Jews are an ethno-religious people distinct from Europeans. At various times, they have existed within European societies, without being of them.  

Defending Native America

I often tell a story from when I was a very young boy, probably no more than four years old. I don't know what compels me to tell this story to so many people, as it paints me in a negative light, but I keep telling it.

I was near my front door playing. There was another small boy there from the neighborhood. He wore jeans without a shirt. He was pale and blond with blue eyes.

'I'm an Indian,' he told me.

'No you're not!' I said. 'You have white hair and white skin!'

The boy, with the same noble determination informed me, yet again, 'Yes I am. I'm an Indian.'

I still didn't believe him.

Provisional Literature

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People have been proclaiming that the novel is dead ever since it was born. Well, the novel is certainly not dying, but the ability of major publishing houses to distinguish between quality literature and literature which best suits the narrative of some culture made exotic in direct adverse to America's wish to assimilate (and thus destroy) that very culture is certainly on the rise. Publishing houses have opted for releasing titles by the son of Belarusian parents, the daughter of Slovokian immigrants, and survivor poets of various social cleansings. The young authors will then do the television and radio circuit, explaining their backgrounds and family histories as though these were synonymous with their book. Publishing houses can then carry on their ever retrograde vocation to make the present appear more like the days of yore by aligning their company missions to models of publishing houses in the 1940s, fresh with the manifold cultural memories of Ellis Island, by which America can perpetuate its self-created, messianic myth which pits it as savior to the wanderer and the dislocated. Those who work in the top, competing publishing houses will get constant pressure from the top to publish that book by the Palestinian girl who lost both her parents (which, for better or worse, will offer booksellers great categorical difficulties if nothing else) while the Israeli soldier's story is destined to stay somewhere in the corner of the republican wing of the politics section for reasons which escape all modes of empirical knowledge in favor of a sort of base level intuisionism. Another rule is that all previously over-used representations must be passed off as new, often at all costs. 'Desperation' is its own genre in American literature, with plenty of subgenres to follow: Quiet Desperation, Suburban Desperation, Sexual Desperation, Spiritual Desperation ...

Provisional literature is the guilt of western hemogenization. It is the very representation destroyed by that which promotes it. It is not enough to simply shout 'racist' at those destroyers of peoples and erasers of ideas. They are worse than racists, for rather than simply hating a race, they go great lengths to make a museum exhibition to commemorate the races's death before it even has a chance to 'assimilate' into American culture, (assimilation is the death which celebrates itself).

On Appropriate Cultural Appropriation

The issue of cultural appropriation, as it has been contextualized in our society as of late, is not lacking in concern for those who are considered other. However, the question remains as to whether or not we can engage with and respect the other without clumsily utilizing ever piece of masochistic rhetoric in our grasp.