Eight months ago, Richard Spencer blocked me from joining his new site AltRight.com—over the expressed wishes of his partner, Daniel Friberg, as well as everyone else involved with the site—for reasons so insanely petty and small I won’t repeat them here. He did this despite the fact that I was by far the most popular writer for Right On, one of AltRight.com’s predecessor sites, and despite the fact that I stood by him during the Heilgate fiasco when Mike Cernovich was accusing him of being a fed, even though I’ve always been closer to Cernovich than to Spencer.

Thanks, Dick. You didn’t know it then, but you did me a favor. Now I don’t need to wash your retarded stink off of me.

Charlottesville was the death rattle of the alt-right. From Heilgate to the doxing of Fat Mike Enoch to Richard Spencer getting his clock cleaned in public by a shit-eating cuck: it was all leading up to this moment. The untold carnage that has resulted from Unite the Right—from the Nazi LARPer twerp who killed a woman, to the participants who’ve been doxed and lost their jobs, to Baked Alaska being permanently blinded, to Christopher Cantwell losing everything, to the unprecedented censorship unleashed by Silicon Valley—is a direct result of Spencer and Enoch’s (and Jason Kessler’s) poor leadership skills.

Yes, you were set up by the Charlottesville and Virginia governments. Yes, you should be angry and seek restitution. But what did you think was going to happen? Why was there no Plan B in the event that things went south?

It’s like Kessler, Spencer, and everyone else was asleep for the past two years, when the Democrats were paying professional agitators to “bird-dog” Donald Trump’s rallies and instigate riots. Over a year ago in Chicago, I watched as several thousand MoveOn.org agitators, armed with Mexican and communist flags and Bernie Sanders campaign signs, invaded the UIC Pavilion and start a full-scale riot with the full cooperation of the city government. For that matter, they somehow missed the attacks leftists have launched against events by Milo Yiannopoulos, Roosh V, and other dissident right figures over the past two years.

Like Chicago, Charlottesville is a Democratic-run city in a Democratic-run state. Did you think that the left was suddenly going to start playing fair?

Now the alt-right is being physically removed from the Internet itself, and all Spencer and his clique can do is point fingers. American Renaissance and VDARE, despite not participating in Unite the Right, have been banned from PayPal, cutting them off from their primary source of funding. The Alternative Right site run by Colin Liddell and Andy Nowicki was banned from Blogger. The Daily Stormer has gotten it worst of all: they’ve been run off the Internet and onto the deep web, thanks to every domain registrar and whatnot trying their damndest to unperson Andrew Anglin.

And for what? So a few hundred dorks in Kmart golf shirts could wander around a college campus whinnying about how “you will not replace us,” a slogan that sounds exactly like Shia LaBeouf’s “He Will Not Divide Us” (and had roughly the same effect on the general public). It’s a slogan so bad that the left was able to cuck the alt-right out of it almost immediately.

I’m pretty sure the only reason they didn’t call themselves the “resistance” is because the left beat them to it.

You can argue that leftist-controlled Big Tech was going to purge the right anyway and all Charlottesville did was give them an excuse, but by that logic, you might as well OD on heroin, because you’re gonna die “anyway.” Unite the Right’s biggest accomplishment so far has been riling up the left and simultaneously stripping the right of much of their ability to fight back.

Forget Spencer dipping into his trust fund to pay for Baked Alaska’s medical bills or Christopher Cantwell’s legal fees: has he, Kessler, or anyone else even tendered an apology or a note of sympathy to the countless lives that were ruined by Unite the Right? “But it’s not my fault the antifas attacked us or the police helped them!” No, but as a leader, you’re responsible for whatever happens to your followers. The buck stops with you.

They trusted you, and you betrayed that trust.

I’m not holding my breath waiting for Richard Spencer to man up, because none of this will ever affect him in any substantive fashion. While it’s true that NPI and Radix have been shut down by the purge and Spencer banned from PayPal, so long as he has access to Daddy’s credit line, he’ll be sitting pretty. He could quit the movement tomorrow and go back to skiing in Montana and his life would be completely unaffected. He’s like Tucker Max, the narcissistic ex-player who was able to crash cars into storefronts, get arrested for attacking cops, and screw up over and over again because his daddy would bail him out whenever he got in over his head.

And like Spencer, whenever Max’s decisions blew up in his face, he blamed everyone but himself.

I warned you that all of this would happen.

I warned you over a year ago, when the alt-right decided to team up with antifas and feminists to stalk and harass Roosh V during the International Meetup Day fiasco, smearing him as a “rapist,” solely out of envy that he was sleeping with the white women they wished they could sleep with. I got dogpiled for that, because the idea that I would defend a personal friend against false accusations was apparently puzzling to some people.

I warned you that turning a blind eye to homosexuals such as Grindr Greg Johnson would be a disaster, because homosexuality is an abomination and sodomites are mental defectives inherently drawn to death and self-destruction. The homo infiltration has only gotten worse since then: for example, TheBigKK, one of Richard Spencer’s most trusted lieutenants and the admin of the AltRight.com Discord server, is a Satanist furry dating a female-to-male transsexual.

I warned you that thanks to sites like The Right Stuff, the alt-right was increasingly being dominated by socially retarded millennials, their brains fried by social media use during their formative years, making them incapable of thinking in anything other than memes and thought-terminating cliches. For crying out loud, they unironically worship a cartoon frog. James Alex Fields, Jr., the Nazi LARPer weirdo who killed a woman at Charlottesville, is a perfect example of their breed.

Not only was the alt-right’s leadership failing to provide these young men with masculine guidance, as the “Third Jimpact” showed, they were actively taking advantage of their naivete and feeding their worst traits.

I warned you that putting morons like the fat, bumbling coward Mike Enoch in leadership positions would end badly for you. Remember when Enoch was exposed as having a Jewish wife and his immediate response was to not only straight-up lie about it, but to enlist fake news media site Salon’s help in throwing his audience under the bus by smearing them as “neo-Nazis?”

Never underestimate the masochism of a cultist, even when his self-appointed swami tries to betray him to save his own skin.

I warned you, and you didn’t listen.

You responded by calling me a “cuck” or claiming that I was “blackpilled”: how dare I interrupt the cult’s groupthink!

You accused me of “punching right,” even though I’ve never criticized anyone for being more right-wing than me: I’ve criticized them for their conduct, behavior, and lack of honor.

You tried to claim I wasn’t “really” alt-right, even though I’ve been writing in this part of the Internet since 2009, before most of you got your first pubes.

You tried to push aside my arguments by calling me “fat” or bringing up the fact that I’ve slept with Asian women, as if my weight or my past actions have any bearing on the truth of my words.

You tried to attack me for withdrawing from an altercation with antifas in Cleveland during the RNC to avoid getting gang-stomped, yet none of you keyboard warriors would dare make fun of your dear leader Richard Spencer for getting his shit pushed in at the inauguration, then running away to fix his hair and cry.

The rest of the Internet didn’t have a problem making fun of Spencer. Memes of him getting his ass kicked are still being made by normies to this day.

Well, you were wrong and I was right.

And as you sit among the smoking ruins of the alt-right, shitting your pants over coming FBI investigations and trying to rationalize that no, you haven’t screwed yourselves beyond all hope of recovery, I’m laughing at you.

Oh, you think President Trump is on your side because he condemned the “alt-left” at one of his pressers? Listen closely to what he said, idiots. He equivocated both the alt-left and the alt-right, because he’s priming the population to reject both groups so he can purge them.

You think you “won” because public support has increased for preserving Confederate monuments? The people are supporting Trump, not you. They think you’re a bunch of freaks.

The alt-right was never important or significant. The only reason it seemed like a big deal was because they targeted left-wingers in the media and cuckservatives, and because both groups a) hold the media microphone and b) are easily triggered, they gave the alt-right more attention than they deserved. Hillary Clinton’s speech attacking the alt-right was likely almost entirely motivated by the fact that her easily butthurt millennial staffers were sick of getting trolled by Pepe the Frog avatars on Twitter.

The majority of the working-class whites who voted Trump into power and Brexit into law have never heard of the alt-right, and the more they learn about them, the more repulsive they find them.

The people I grew up with—working-class, Trump-supporting, church-going nationalists from the Rust Belt, i.e. the kind of whites who should be attracted to the alt-right—think Richard Spencer is a homosexual, assuming they even know who he is. They will never follow him or anyone from his cohort, because they see the alt-right as a weird subculture of degenerate urbanites and suburbanites obsessed with gay whoosh haircuts, gay dance music, and nattering on about nonsense terms like “fashy” or “white sharia” all day long without realizing how nuts they look to everyone outside of their social circles.

Nationalism will win: that I am assured of. The alt-right has become a hindrance to nationalism, and that’s why it’s getting flushed down the toilet.

The reason why President Trump hasn’t lifted a finger to support the alt-right, despite your support for him and all the physical and online attacks you’ve suffered since he took office, is because he wants you gone just as much as the left does. You were only useful to him during the election, because you were attacking his enemies; now that he’s in control, he’ll gladly ignore you as you get steadily no-platformed and unpersoned. And if you’re dumb enough to think Trump is /yourguy/ after his condemnation of the “alt-left,” he’ll curb-stomp you the next time you try something like Charlottesville.

You were never part of his vision for the U.S., and now you’re finding that out the hard way.

I disassociated from the alt-right two months ago, and I’m glad I did. I’m walking away from the political battlefield because none of the combatants deserve to win. If my choices are groups like the alt-right, the alt-lite, and the left, then I choose None of the Above. Maybe after they’re done with their little slapfights, they’ll be something worth finding in the ruins.

I’m not the only one who sees this. In the wake of Charlottesville, smart, sober commentators like my friend Ryan Landry and Paul Kersey of Stuff Black People Don’t Like are diving for the exits. As people like them vacate the premises and the retards hijack the short bus, the alt-right will speed faster and faster towards oblivion.

Oh well. It’s not my problem anymore.

Good night, alt-right, and good luck.

Read Next: Statement on Greg Johnson, Counter-Currents, and My Disassociation with the Alt-Right

Share this: Print

Email

Facebook

Reddit

Tumblr

Twitter

More

LinkedIn

Pinterest



Pocket

Skype



Telegram

WhatsApp



