Our German monk isn’t saying something fundamentally new here of course. In fact, I figured this out myself when I was a teenage boy and I was quite vocal about it, as autism makes you honest. I think I destroyed any chance I might have had of ever entering an elected office before I grew my first chest hair. And so because I’ve had twenty years to ponder this subject, I want to share my insights on it, as I think they’ll be helpful.
This sentiment expressed here is quite widespread among low status white males. It causes our ilk profound distress, because it is the natural inclination of human beings, especially the males and especially the low status ones (Leonardo DiCaprio probably doesn’t lie awake about this sort of stuff), to want to see their own tribe thrive. If you witness another tribe taking over your territory you’re supposed to be upset about it, otherwise your ancestors would have struggled to pass on their genes.
And of course most white males, even the medium status ones, realize at some level something isn’t right. You’re a senior level cubicle concubine at your government department or your multinational corporation, but you have 1.2 children in your shitty urban apartment (you don’t have room for 2 kids anyway), the guy from Somalia has 4 and although you proudly wave the rainbow flag and tell yourself a little more education will convince Ahmad to leave his daughter’s clitoris alone, it all still doesn’t sit right with you.
The cognitive dissonance is eating you up, but you try to suppress it by staying busy, always chasing the next deadline, getting another degree, another promotion, another order, another honorary chairmanship etc. Your drug is cortisol and you’re actually glad when your vacation is over, because when you had that book open as you were sitting in the sun, the thoughts began to intrude again.
You don’t want to end up like your racist uncle Bob, unemployed, divorced, alcoholic and spending his days spewing his venom on Facebook where it gets two likes. Bob has too much time, which causes him to think and notice, both of which will make you depressed. That’s why you stay busy. When you’re busy, you don’t ask yourself if Bob is right and your daughter is going to be convinced by her friends to grow a moustache, you don’t ask yourself why you live in a city with daily gang assassinations, you don’t ask yourself why you spend a fortune just to live there hand to mouth. No, you need to have that presentation ready before tomorrow.
Many low status white males don’t really have the sort of well-functioning psychological immune system that protects them from noticing. The mid-level corporate climber walks through a street he grew up in without consciously realizing nobody there speaks his native language anymore. It’s the low status white male who notices this and it upsets him. It distresses him. And in a sense, the insistence of the petite bourgeoisie -the artists, the journalists, the actors, the professional activists etc- to import more of them, needs to be recognized as a kind of class warfare. It’s a yeoman throwing a serf to the wolves.
They don’t care that they’re throwing you to the wolves. If anything, your anger feeds them, because it makes them feel as if they get away with something. In Rotterdam, we just had a statue like this erected in the middle of our city:
What do you think the idea is? The idea is to anger you. It’s intended for that purpose. It isn’t just supposed to signal your replacement. It’s supposed to be ugly. It’s supposed to be an utter and complete banality, a woman wearing some mediocre shoe brand produced by child slaves in Asia. Just like the architects who built the hideous station behind her: The fact that they can get away with building something so hideous makes them feel free. It means they’re not accountable to the general public. They are their own guild and just have to get along with their peers.
And the intention of the statue is that a couple of hundred angry low status white males are going to comment on some news article about how ugly it is and how she needs to go back to her own country etc. Because that feeds them. Then it feels like you got away with something. You planted your totem pole on the vanquished tribe’s territory and there’s nothing they can do about it.
So that would be my first piece of advice, not to sink your teeth into the rage-bait for once in your life. Yes, they’re going to have some delusional meth-addicted lunatic dressed up as a demon who was abused as a kid teach a bunch of toddlers about the virtues of sodomy. And the hope is that a bunch of big bulky bearded low status white males show up ready to fight. But my advice is: Just don’t bite. If something seems utterly absurd to you, your anger was already part of the cost-benefit calculation.
And this extends to other domains too. By 2050, 55% of Germans under 18 will be Muslims!!11!11oneeleven111one! Be angry! Be upset! Vote for the low status white male party! Protest! Burn a Quran! Do something!
I’m going to ask you all a simple question:
What do you think the world looks like without:
-The Amazon forest
But with a couple degree Celsius of global warming?
Low status white males don’t want to understand this: “They said in 1970 the world would go to shit if we don’t do something too!” Yeah and you didn’t do something, so now it’s baked into the pie.
The Netherlands has one precipitation deficit after the other:
It looks like the nasty drought in 2022 will be repeated in 2023. In other words, everything that is struggling to recover from 2022, is now getting hit a second time. Low status white males will insist there were worse years, like 1976, but two consecutive years like this means everything gets hit hard. We have too few pollinating insects, because of the drought in 2022. BUT NOW WE’RE ENTERING ANOTHER DROUGHT, THAT IS LOOKING JUST AS BAD AS THAT OF LAST YEAR!
I’m 32 now, so I don’t need any morons showing up in my comments insisting it’s all propaganda. I know what this place looked and felt like when I was a child. I know what it looks and feels like today. But low status white males don’t want to realize this. They want to believe the brown people invading their country are inheriting some sort of glorious future that they should be inheriting instead. No, they’re inheriting a pile of smouldering ruins and you should be grateful if you and yours are not the ones who will inherit it.
There’s a reason food prices are increasing around the world. There’s a reason meat is becoming unaffordable. That reason is not “Satan worshipping pedophiles at the WEF who want to tax your carbon”. The reason is because this world is extracted. It has genuinely been robbed of everything it had.
And so when it comes to the people who are trying to bully you, who are trying to build a society that revolves around everyone taking pride in not being YOU, by virtue of being gay, brown, female, educated, rich etc, my suggestion for a solution, insofar as there is one, is to throw it right back at them. Point it out to them that they’re all inheriting a pile of smoldering ruins.
The LSWMs don’t want to do this. They come up with nonsense like “500 million years ago CO2 was much higher than today”! And so in a sense, you people are your own worst enemies, because you fantasize about some sort of glorious nuclear-powered space-colonization Muskoid fantasy your ilk could have had if only it wasn’t for the blue-haired they/them wokies and Ahmad the Somali refugee.
These people who implement these policies are cynical. They think to themselves that if they parrot the right shibboleths they can afford to live in a neighborhood where they don’t have to harvest the fruits of the seeds they have sown. And some of them don’t think about it at all, they are just addicted to being “busy”. But you need to be more cynical than them. You need to care even less than them.
You need to acknowledge and accept that there is absolutely nothing substantial left to strife for.
A child born today, would turn 77 in the year 2100. What do you genuinely expect the world to look like by then? To me it seems quite obvious: The planet’s carrying capacity is eroding. And if we move from a world that can sustain 8 billion people, to one that can sustain perhaps a billion, that doesn’t mean you need to move to your organic permaculture farm in rural Maine where you’re going to spend your days drinking raw cow milk with your tradwife.
Rather, it means you need to avoid forcing people through that bottleneck. What happens during a bottleneck is that generalists and r-selected varieties of organisms survive, while the specialists and K-selected varieties die out. When the world goes to shit, cockroaches and rats survive. The elephants, the rare tropical flowers that bloom once every decade, they’re the ones that die out. They’re not designed to survive such disruption.
Are you a cockroach, or a rat? Then by all means, head out to rural Maine, have nine children with your Tradwife and become a modern Abraham. But I think you’re not. I can’t imagine living in a world without elephants, without orangutans, without gorillas, without coral reefs. I can’t imagine living in a concrete apartment block and drinking corn-syrup all day. I think that’s not my job. And I can’t imagine any children of mine living through the nightmare that lies ahead of us.
We will see which of the 70,000 asylum seekers entering my country this year will end up inheriting the pile of smoldering ruins. I wish them all the best with it. I also wish all the best to all the corporate climbers who aspire to become senior level cubicle concubine, to the people who want to do a post-post-post-doctoral degree, to the geniuses who think their blockchain-based carbon accounting system is going to make a difference (or at least can fool their VC backers to believe so) and to everyone else who is really attached to the idea of rearranging the furniture on the Titanic.
And when I say I wish them the best, I genuinely mean it. This essay isn’t meant for those people and I know they will never see it. This essay is meant for low status white males. It’s meant for the sort of people, who, like me at age 13, came to the crushing realization that I’m an ethnic minority in my own homeland, that I’m being demographically replaced and the greatest sin in my culture is to express your anger about it.
For those people, my advice is to disengage, to dissociate. To be more cynical than them. To just really not care. To laugh about it all. To scoff at every hope and plan and dream they have for the future, every ambition they have to build their gay brown utopia. This system only functions as long as you people have this absurd delusion that it can be turned around: “If the low status white male party gets elected, all the brown people will have to go back to their own country!”
It’s not going to happen. Don’t be personally invested in any of this. Don’t own a house. Don’t marry. Don’t reproduce. If you can, avoid working. You don’t have to be an asshole. Give money to the homeless, especially if they’re going to use it to buy drugs. But don’t begrudgingly assist these people in building hell on Earth, thinking that once the low status white male party gets elected this hideous abomination you’re building for them will be turned into some neoclassical masterpiece.
The most positive impact you can have in this world is to be kind towards people who have been abandoned by everyone. But let the dead bury their dead. And when the dead are building catacombs, don’t begrudgingly help them. Laugh at it.